Chapter 251 "Half Mouth" "Martyr" "Support" (Two in One)

Shortly after.

The 3rd defense formation, headed by the CSO-class super-heavy aircraft carrier, has a total of more than a hundred warships of all levels, surrounding Xiandel's fleet.

Judging from the visual effects to the naked eye, Xiandel's Holy Light Supporter and four 300-meter-long CRS-class ships are simply "insignificant" in front of a CSO-class aircraft carrier.

At this time, a "fork"-shaped Undead transport plane sailed out of the hangar of the Holy Light Advocate.

In addition, the CSO-class aircraft carrier also released a large number of "beetle"-like Enchantress fighter jets to act as escort and escort for the Undead.

This flying formation broke away from the battleship group and headed straight for the Celestial Level City of Charity.

It soon sailed through the dark space that was empty except for the Covenant warships, arrived at the top of the "rhizome" of the giant mushroom, and sailed into the air valve area of ​​Port 6.

The fixed defense guns at the port instantly locked onto the Undead transport aircraft, while the Enchantress fighter formation turned around and evacuated from the left and right, heading back towards the CSO-class aircraft carrier.

After all the beauties had evacuated, the air valve area released a force field of purple light, forcibly taking over the control of the Undead transport aircraft, causing it to slowly translate and gradually approach the berthing deck.

Inside the cabin of the Revenant;

"A cowardly bastard, haha."

An elite guard with orange armor looked at the battle outside through the holographic porthole, his eyes and tone were full of disdain.

If it were in the past, they would have felt that the sanctuary was strictly guarded and it was natural for pilgrims to come here to undergo inspections from all sides.

But now it seems that the prophet is simply scared to death.

Also, before they learned the truth through Sui Yang, they launched countless wars of extermination because of what the prophet said: "They are traitors!" and "They are blasphemous heretics!"

Without their elite clan, the Prophet would not have been able to consolidate his current dominance.

Even so, separatist forces within the Star Alliance still emerge one after another.

Although they had objections and doubts, when the prophet came up with the rhetoric that "violating the will of God is detrimental to the glory", they finally chose to remain silent.

However, when the Covenant absorbed the Jiralhanae tribe, the Jiralhanae, those guys began to gradually take over their positions.

They range from the captain of a combat team to the supreme commander of a fleet.

Therefore, the already bad relationship between them and the Jiralhanae has deteriorated again and again, evolving into a state of competition and hostility.

If it were in the past, no other race could shake their elite status except the prophets.

No matter how politically obtuse the elites are, most senators and fleet commanders can still detect that the Prophet is intentionally conniving with the Jiralhanae, causing conflict between them.

After all, the prophet himself has no fighting ability, and even the Grunts can kill him.

This resulted in the Prophets being highly dependent on the protection provided by the elites, and also caused the Covenant's grassroots soldiers to only consider the elites as their superiors.

The point that binds the elite to obey the prophet is the illusory "glory". If the elite realizes that the pilgrimage is a lie, then the religious dynasty established by the prophet family will collapse.

Therefore, the emergence of the Jiralhanae allowed the Prophet to find the best chess piece to maintain the balance of power.

They are also a fighting race, and the average IQ and EQ of Jiralhanae are even lower. In layman's terms, they are "ape-men" on the borderline between civilization and beasts.

Even though the Jiralhanae are far inferior to the elites in terms of fleet command capabilities, this is enough.

On the other hand, the elite did not consider violently eliminating dissidents and eradicating the Jiralhanae that threatened their status. Instead, they wanted to prove to the prophet that they were true warriors through more results and meritorious deeds.

Think about it now

They also seem to be quite "stupid".

"Pay attention to your own emotions." After hearing the complaints from his subordinates, Xiandel reminded:

"No matter what I say later, you will keep your mouth shut. Do you understand?"

"yes."

Hearing this, all the guards nodded in agreement.

Boom--boom--!

Suddenly, the landing gear made contact with the metal deck.

Swish—shua—!

The two hatches on the outside of the "fork" opened, allowing Siander and his twenty guards to leave the cabin and arrive at the atmospheric, gravity-rich landing pad.

Hundreds of Glory guards holding plasma beam spears and wearing expensive armor have been waiting here for a long time.

These glorious guards who serve the prophet and are elite masters of swordsmanship and spearmanship have never regarded the Jiralhanae as a threat.

Glory guards born from noble families receive rigorous training from their families since their birth until they become the number one person beside the prophet.

Logically speaking, no one can challenge its status, glory and power.

And a guard captain wearing armor and a red cloak walked up to Xiandel and said in a deep voice with a bit of contempt in his eyes:

"Captain Luo Size, according to the canons of the Holy Scriptures, you are not allowed to carry any weapons.

Also, please hand over the important items you mentioned to our glorious guards for safekeeping. "

"no problem."

Xiandel took the lead in removing the plasma sword hilt attached to his lower back, as well as the silver metal cube the size of a table tennis ball, and handed it to the captain of the guard.

Seeing this, the twenty guards standing behind Xiander also handed over their plasma light spears and sword hilts to the glory guards surrounding them.

"Thank you for your cooperation. Please come with me."

As the captain of the guard spoke, he waved his hand to let his cloak flutter, and walked straight into the City of Charity.

Siander and his guards, escorted by the glory guards, passed through the gate and came to the corridor where the walls and floor tiles were all painted purple.

Afterwards, they took the suspended train, sailed on the edge of the City of Charity, and arrived at the prison area where serious criminals were held.

Leave the train.

Enter the prison area.

While walking in the aisle between cells——

"Look, isn't this the lofty Sangheili?"

"Skinny guys, tsk tsk, what a pity the armor you are wearing."

Xiondel and other "people" were ridiculed by Jiralhanae beasts for violating dogma or having physical conflicts with elites.

"Ouch!"

Several guards responded with an unhappy growl.

"Don't pay attention to those scum." The guard captain said:

"They are about to impose the death penalty. They are all going to die anyway."

Although the captain looked down on Xiandel for leaving his post without permission, he was still of the same race no matter what, so when faced with the Jiralhanae's provocation, he naturally felt for Xiandel and the others.

As he spoke, the guard captain personally unlocked the beam gate of a large cell, turned around and continued:

"Please wait here until the Supreme Council convenes."

"Thanks for the guidance, man!"

Siander walked into the cell with a smile, then randomly picked a fixed bed, took off his helmet and lay down.

The twenty guards also imitated their commander and walked into the cell one after another without saying anything to the Glory Guards.

Seeing this, the guard captain turned on the high-energy beam again and led his men to withdraw from the prison area.

However, not long after, two more elite "visitors" came to the prison door.

And of these two elites, one is wearing the exclusive armor of the "Berserker", painted in dark red and embellished with purple luminous lines.

The other's armor painting is silver-white, which represents the elite captain, and is one level lower than Xiandel's gold.

"Hey, Siander."

The elite captains spoke in their native language and said angrily:

"What kind of trouble did you get into?? You are obviously the commander of the fleet. You don't have a bright future, but you have to deal with those Jiralhanae beasts?"

"I just want to take a nap, is it so difficult?"

Siandel stood up slowly, deliberately pretending to be woken up. After seeing the two compatriots standing outside the cell, he raised his hand to scratch the hairless head and "reluctantly" got up and left the fixed bed. .

Afterwards, he came to the beam fence, looked at the elite captain and complained:

"Brother, we haven't seen each other for such a long time, and you have to scold me a few times before you're satisfied? Huh? Artes.

And you, Tyr." Xiandel turned to look at the silent Berserker and complained in reverse:

"I'm telling you, you will definitely not have good luck if you hang out with Ates. I've warned you so many times and you still don't listen."

"You bastard!" The elite captain named Ates saw that Xiander was out of tune and said angrily:

"I specifically applied for a prison visit because I was worried about you!"

"Okay." As for the berserker named Tyr, he was much calmer than the elite captain. While raising his hand to stop his friend, he also said to Xiandel:

"What happened when you were at the miracle?"

"As announced, it's just a Jiralhanae riot. Anyway, you'll know what's going on when the Supreme Council convenes."

It can also be said that the two friends who have been fighting since childhood revealed the truth. After all, this is not a place where discussions can be conducted properly.

As for the full names of the elite captain and berserker, they are Artes Vatoum and Tyr Wadami respectively.

If we follow the timeline of "Halo 2", Tyr Vadami is an elite character that players can control. He is also the supreme commander responsible for attacking Harvest and pursuing the Autumn City.

It wasn't until the Master Chief used the crashed Autumn Town to overload the engine and destroy the 04 Halo that Tyr Wadami was removed from his position by the three prophets and demoted as a heretic.

Later, Wadami was appointed as a kamikaze martyr, performing various suicide missions.

As for Artes Vatum, the "half-mouthed captain" with a scar on his mouth, when he learned that the Jiralhanae fleet was three times the size of his own, he said, "We are evenly matched, with full firepower!" Classic quotes.

But at this time, these two are just elites in their youth who have just left their home planet for more than ten years.

And as a "person" of the same age, Xiandel had become close friends with similar personalities and ideals when he was receiving training from his elders on his home planet.

It's just that Xiandel has a bad mouth, while Artes has a hot temper, has the best fighting skills, and has the most tactical and strategic mind. Wadami serves as the "mediator" between them.

now.

After listening to Siander's words, Wadami naturally "went in with the left ear and came out with the right ear."

The berserker didn't believe it at all. His friend would rather bear the guilt of leaving his post without authorization and return to the City of High Charity. As the announcement showed, it was because of the Jiralhanae riot that the Miracle activated its defense mechanism and was forced to return.

So Wadami lowered his voice and asked, "Is there any place we can help?"

"Help!" Xiandel thought for a moment and smiled:

"If possible, I would like to drink some wine from my hometown. Can you two make a special trip back?"

"Wine? You're still thinking about wine? I really am..." Artes shook his head helplessly.

"That's all?" However, Wadami heard the deep meaning behind it.

"Oh, by the way, remind our old guys that they don't have to worry about me." Siondel added.

"Okay, I got it."

Wadami understood instantly, nodded in response, and then pulled Artes' shoulder armor and walked out of the prison area.

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Artes was stunned, obviously confused by the "riddle" of his two friends.

However, no matter what, Artes is an elite who has been strictly taught in all aspects, and knows that Siondel hopes that they can return to their home planet.

Although he still doesn't know the true intention of his friends, Artes is more willing to believe Siondel than the official announcement of the Star Alliance.

At the same time.

Under the dome of the City of Fraternity, in the top building of the inner city, there is a large square dedicated to the "meditation" of the three priests.

The space here is vast, with a garden scene simulated by holographic technology, and even a breeze of suitable temperature.

The Honor Guards stood on the edges of the Meditation Square, dutifully alerting the movements inside and outside to ensure that the Truth, Sorrow, and Mercy Prophets who were discussing important matters here had an absolutely safe environment.

The captain of the guards who was previously responsible for escorting Ziondel walked into the Meditation Square with the metal cube in both hands, and stepped on the arch bridge at the top of the artificial lake to the island in the center of the lake.

The three "ostriches" who were riding in suspended wheelchairs, like the entire race's over-reliance on technology, which led to serious degeneration of their physical functions, were the three prophet priests with supreme power in the Star Alliance.

The captain walked slowly to a short distance in front of the three prophets, then half-knelt on the ground, held up the metal cube in his palm, and said respectfully:

"Three prophets, this is my divine item handed over by Captain Luo Si Ze."

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Seeing the metal cube, the cloudy eyes of the Mercy Prophet suddenly lit up, and he controlled the suspended wheelchair to go forward and take it.

However, the Prophet of Truth took the lead and used some kind of gravity device to make the metal cube fly directly into its hands, and said to the captain of the guards:

"Go down."

"Yes."

The captain of the guards stood up and saluted, then turned around and left the island in the middle of the lake.

"Well, it looks like it is indeed the technology of my god." The Prophet of Truth played with the metal cube and gave an arrogant comment.

"." The Prophet of Mercy's eyes flashed a trace of resentment, then returned to normal and said:

"Combined with the information provided by Luo Si Ze, this should be a guide."

"The guide that guides us to find the sacred ring? Haha."

The Prophet of Truth placed the metal cube on the armrest of the wheelchair, glanced at the Honor Guards guarding the periphery, and said:

"Whether Luo Si Ze's words are true or false, this is a good opportunity to weaken the influence of the Sangheili. It's time to support the Jiralhanae from the front."