Steel steam and flame

For about a minute, Cassia calculated the time it took for the room to move based on her breathing. Then the feeling of the ground sliding disappeared at this moment, and everything returned to calm. Standing upright in the center of a square room with five meters on a side and rounded corners, Cassia didn't think things would end so easily. In the past few days, the room had been in a stable state, and he felt that something was about to happen.

He began to show some self-consciousness about his identity.

Turning her head and scanning her eyes left and right, Cassia looked around at all the scenes around her, her eyes still staying on the wall beside her body for a while from time to time. Behind the wall, Cassia felt the same sight as yesterday. It was a look of sarcasm and ridicule, as if he was watching a clown show that was about to begin.

There is indeed something wrong with the wall, Cassia thought in her mind, looking at the other three smooth walls that may change at any time.

It doesn't matter who is standing behind that wall, as long as you know that you don't have good intentions towards yourself, Cassia said to herself. Then as expected, the three surrounding walls cracked silently, and a black passage the size of a single door suddenly appeared in the middle of the walls like a curtain of light. The air inside roared towards the card like a violent wind. West Asia, with a raging and madness that seems to be visible to the naked eye.

Immediately, the "dang-dang" sound of multiple iron chains hitting the steel floor also squeezed into the room where Cassia was located along with the gust of wind. Several humanoid silhouettes appeared in the suddenly opened black passage.

"Chief, the rooms have been connected to each other." Looking at the scene in the transparent wall in front of them, the staff on the side glanced at the ferocious smile of the chief again, and his already thin body seemed to be shrinking into a ball, "Chief, Over there..."

"You have other things to deal with, so just do yours first." The chief said, "I know how to deal with it here, and you don't need to explain it there."

The thin shadow beside him opened his mouth, but never uttered another syllable. Finally, he shook his head angrily and secretly left the corridor step by step.

The departure of the thin shadow did not attract the attention of the man known as the chief. His eyes were completely attracted to the scene on the wall, where the stage play he planned was being performed.

"The personnel are all carefully selected by me. Your treatment is like the ever-present light, but their treatment is like the darkness of nothingness." The chief murmured, "Like moths that flutter towards bright lights at night. , they are a group of the craziest animals who are on the verge of mental collapse. Whatever the final result is, that is not something I can interfere with."

As the director spoke, he walked out towards the end of the corridor, "After all, to me, this is just an accident where the control instrument accidentally broke."

Not knowing what was happening outside the wall, Cassia stood still, looking at the eyes rising like the red moon in the desert in the black passage and scratching her head, "I thought that when I came in here, I could have an absolute... Take some quiet time to think about what happened to you. I am still too naive."

So he also opened his cross pupils, and before the people in the several passages came out, Cassia had already rushed in. Sooner or later, things need to be resolved, and Cassia hopes it won't take too long.

,,,,,,

Five years of study have been compressed into three years, and Bolei, who should usually be relatively leisurely, has been troubled by the recent tedious work and the pile of thick documents on the desktop. He is not only a coach, but also a member of the management department. It is common in military schools to hold multiple positions.

"There are so many things." He couldn't help but complain, but no one in the deserted room responded to his complaint. The military school is very large, and everyone's office is very spacious, which also makes the desk inside, which is relatively small in comparison, look extremely lonely.

He picked up the glass next to him and took a sip of white wine. The burning sensation in his throat made him feel extremely comfortable. The nerves oppressed by the worry of handling documents seemed to have been somewhat relieved.

He rubbed his forehead. Although he didn't know if this method would have any relief effect on him who was almost at the stage of the surgery, but psychologically, he felt that it was at least effective. You signed your name on the document in front of you and stamped it with your red seal. Then you had to take out your password card and insert it into the silver card slot on the side, and then input the code on the cover of the document through the corresponding input device. Finally press the hard button to confirm.

Finished another document, next one. Bolei said helplessly in his heart, then picked up a document at hand again and began to read it slowly.

A special document because the signature on the cover is the Holy Emperor's Hall, another huge force in the empire that is in charge of everything people believe in the Holy Emperor. As a representative of the Holy Emperor, it appears in front of countless believers in the empire. . Spread the Holy Emperor's will, issue the Holy Emperor's instructions, and use this to control those fanatical believers.

And as an ideological and cultural institution, the Holy Emperor's Hall also serves as the editor of theological history books. Relying on the writing, beautification, deletion and modification of history to dominate the people at the bottom of the empire's views and understanding of the major forces, this is also the job of the Holy Emperor's Hall. Therefore, in the empire, the best job is to have the holy envoys from the churches all over the empire. Similar to the organization of the army, from the moment you become a holy envoy, almost all expenses and things are borne by the empire. And not to mention the chain of interests involved behind them.

Like the gorgeous and glorious church, the Holy Messenger's clothes are almost all made of gold. This is a true portrayal of a holy messenger.

"What could it be?" Borde looked at the signature of the Holy Emperor's Hall and the words "expedited documents" on the other side of the cover. When he opened the document, he was already silently guessing what happened to the Holy Emperor's Hall this time. What happened again?

"A saint in the Holy Emperor's Hall took advantage of the convenience of her position to steal the remains of the Thirteenth Holy Emperor Gilida Xint placed in the hall of the Holy Emperor, and escaped under the influence of the rainy weather. Capture of the Holy Emperor’s Hall.”

"Another boring task of looking for something? What do these forces think of the military school? The people here are training ferocious wolves who will go to the battlefield in the future, but they think of this place as a nanny house where people can be used as they please. "Bie shook his head and continued to look down, "The mission level is second-level sergeant. Please seize the time to recover the remains of the Holy Emperor as soon as possible, otherwise it will fall into the hands of neighboring countries and it will be a bad thing on the eve of the war. Influence."

"It's totally feasible to find a few bones in the kitchen and pretend to be there." Bolei looked at the "Second-level Sergeant" and said to himself quite speechlessly, "Anyway, whether they are the real remains of the Holy Emperor or not, only You know it yourself. As long as you say yes, will there be anyone who stands up to oppose you? What a group of serious people. A few bones can be sent to the second-level sergeant level mission. This is really..."

Shaking his head, Bolei signed his name, entered the file number, and was about to press the button. At this moment, his fingers stopped over the button, and he suddenly thought of something else.