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After the fine for violations reached an amount that even Fanlan was surprised by, he finally remembered the social system that was forgotten in the corner of the terminal.
He clicked on the system information page.
The numbers in the pending applications column were very scary. Originally, Fanlan's system application form was already crowded with applications, but after experiencing the previous popularity of the Star Network and the drop of the LAN vest, his pool of candidates had become so exaggerated that one full row on the electronic screen was not enough to display the number of applications, and two full rows were occupied.
Royal relatives like Ling Lin, who used to be at the top of the list, are no longer on the homepage list.
Fanlan swiped a few times casually, and a name that he had a vague impression of passed through his sight.
【Applicants】
Name: Garcia Adrian
Gender: Female
Age: 44
Location: Tarun
Social identity: Third Commander of the Holy Legion
Hobbies: reading, shogi, star hunting
(photo)
He remembered that he seemed to have seen this applicant the last time he checked the social system.
It's quite a coincidence.
Thinking of this, Fanlan tapped her finger lightly, and the screen flashed, and a bright pink and eye-catching content box popped up.
"You have been accepted for a date with [Garcia Adrian]."
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Fanlan rejected Adrian's proposal to come to the capital planet for the appointment, and instead planned to go to Taren Planet where the other party was.
It was just like a trip. He had never been to the planet Tarun.
He applied to the school for a field trip and successfully obtained a half-month vacation plus permission to submit homework online for half a month. He had a full month of free time, which really made him happy.
He first visited a few friends and attended two small gatherings, one of which was a male insect gathering hosted by his schoolmate, Versus. When he left, he received a small pendant made by Versus himself, which he liked very much.
Afterwards, Fanlan asked Katiliwen to take him to a gray planet to buy some small things. Finally, he said goodbye to his pirate friend at the exit of the transfer station, and flew to Taren alone in a mini spaceship.
Tarun is a very beautiful planet.
In Vanlan's eyes, his architectural style has a kind of classical and solemn charm. Most of the buildings have round arches and pointed roofs, similar to the churches in Europe on Earth, but much taller and more magnificent than those on Earth. The pointed tops of the towers pierce the sky. Looking from a distance, one can't help but feel the insignificance of the individual and the lightness of life.
Fanlan saw Garcia Adrian waiting under the tower.
He had long silver hair like in the photo, and wore a simple yet elegant gray-black robe with two symmetrical, cross-embroidered patterns on the front that resembled halberds. Rather than an officer or general, he looked more like a priest who had just finished preaching.
——Although from the side of the "priest's" clothes that was occasionally lifted by the wind, one could see the cold and hard metal shell of some kind of weapon.
Fanlan was wearing a set of black, semi-formal and semi-casual casual clothes today. The untied V-neck shirt revealed half of his collarbone. He didn't have a necklace this time, but he wore a handmade leather choker with a small moonstone in the middle. He wore a finely tailored dress jacket on the outside and wide-leg trousers with irregular designs on the bottom. He tucked the hem of his shirt loosely into a retro belt, half tied and half loose, and there was a small pendant hanging on the side of the belt that was a bit ugly but also seemed a bit cute. These few pieces of clothing, which should have been considered formal attire if they were taken apart, were combined by him to create a peculiar style of looseness and casualness.
"It's an honor to meet you, Lord Fanlan."
Garcia Adrian saluted with one hand, his face humble.
He doesn't look too young - not in terms of appearance, but in terms of his temperament. You have to know that at the age of 44, for an average age of over 230, Zerg people can be considered a "youngster". In fact, in Zerg society, there is not much difference in appearance between the 20-100-year-old group. In fact, according to general statistics, at least after the age of 120, due to the accumulation of experience and habits, and the gradual decline of physical functions, individual Zergs will gradually show some increasing differences.
Therefore, forty or fifty years old can be regarded as an age of youth and vigor. Vanlan thought that he would meet an officer with a temperament similar to Lester and Kirkland, a kind of appearance characteristic commonly seen in young and promising chosen ones. However, Adrian's first impression on Chong was that he was calm, steady and proper, even with a hint of elegance.
"Good morning, Adrian." Vanlan greeted back.
"Garcia—you can call me that."
"Okay, Garcia."
The silver-haired female insect smiled and slightly turned her body, revealing the tall, broad and magnificent dark iron gate behind her.
"Would you like to see my tower?"
Fanlan became interested and followed Garcia towards the tall spire that had attracted his attention at the beginning.
"Does this belong to you?"
"Yes. To be precise, each of the registered towers on the planet Talen belongs to a general of the Holy Legion."
As the door opened, the scene inside the tower slowly appeared in Fanlan's sight.
The layout inside is also very similar to that of churches on Earth, but there are no rows of seats or pulpits for preaching.
Another difference is the walls.
There are no dreamy and colorful stained glass windows on the walls, nor are there oil paintings, icons, or artistic sculptures.
There are only two walls with content, the left and the right.
Among them, the left wall is full of weapons and guns.
The right wall...
It is filled with the heads of strange beasts.
Fanlan turned his head to look at Garcia. Garcia raised his eyes calmly and looked at him. His eyes were still gentle and humble, as if he was waiting for the male insect's reaction.
Finally, Fanlan raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing the first smile of the day that was different from a polite one.
“This is really…”
“That’s so cool.”
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During lunch at noon, Vanlan and Garcia had a pleasant and harmonious conversation about the history of the formation of the Holy Legion.
Garcia is a great person to chat with. He is knowledgeable, talkative, and has a wide range of interests but is not arrogant - it is rare that you do not sense arrogance in a high-level female insect. He is like a friendly, mild-tempered scholar, and it is easy for insects to trust and respect him.
Of course, after visiting the other party’s tower, Fanlan would never omit the word “like”.
From the conversation with Garcia, Vanlan learned about the special nature of the Holy Legion, which was completely different from the army legion that Lester and his group belonged to.
Holy, holy.
The Holy Legion does have its own unique divine meaning.
The Zerg also have theological beliefs.
Like most civilizations, the Zerg have also experienced a long period of integration with theocracy. Based on Vanlan's understanding of history, the Zerg society in ancient times probably went through a period of great superstition. In the relevant ancient scrolls that have survived or been restored to this day, there are occasional references to words such as "Mother Goddess" and "Ten Thousand Mothers".
The word "mother" is very rare in the Zerg dictionary. It can be roughly translated as "origin", "original", "source of all things", etc. It is a word that is too lofty and broad in terms of the semantic context, so it is completely unsuitable for daily language environment. It is basically exclusive to some classical, formal, and theological descriptions.
The history of the Holy Legion can be traced back to the ancient times. In the early days when technology and civilization were not yet advanced, some mad female insects who regressed to their ancestors or whose spiritual thresholds fell below the critical point were often regarded as "possessed" heretics. So the first "Holy Legion" was formed to represent justice and holiness, and to legitimately eliminate these possessed and fallen people.
Later, the technological explosion came and the cosmic era began. Faced with alien creatures, alien races, and a completely new situation, the demand for the military expanded rapidly. With endless wars, countless female Zergs fell below their mental threshold and went mad. The Zerg relied on these soldiers who were either mad or struggling between madness and sanity, and used their blood and broken spirits to build this throne that can now be called the overlord of the universe.
While the "madmen" were no longer to be eliminated, the glory of the Holy Legion did not dim. The development of a large number of primitive planets and polluted areas brought about the alien beasts that played a role. The Holy Legion began to be responsible for the elimination of non-intelligent aliens. It also served as a safety device for the regular army - once a military insect lost its mind and went berserk, the Holy Legion was often responsible for capturing, controlling and containing it.
In other words, the Holy Legion is extremely unpopular among the female soldiers.
The black robe and the symbol of crossed halberds were a nightmare to military women.
If a few men in black robes suddenly appear in front of a female soldier, the basic meaning is: Brother, you are done, why don’t you go to the mental hospital?
Garcia cut a piece of the famous berry fruit cake on Taren Star, put it on a small plate, and handed it to Fanlan.
The male insect bit off a corner of the cake, his eyes lit up slightly, and took two more bites. Garcia's gaze stayed on his cheeks that were slightly bulging due to chewing, and he smiled without saying a word.
Fanlan swallowed the food in his mouth and said:
"Garcia, I have a question."
"Um?"
"From your 'merits' in the tower, I think your bloodlust is no less than any military female I've ever seen. Am I right?"
"Perhaps that's right."
"If that's the case, then how can we guarantee that you, as a member of the Holy Legion, won't eventually go berserk?"
"Because of the self-isolation device."
Garcia stretched out his finger and tapped his solar plexus. His expression was still gentle, and his smile was even deeper, but the message revealed in his words was completely opposite.
"Alan, we can't lose our minds."
"It's 'no'."
"If a female soldier loses her mind, she will go to a shelter or a sanatorium. As a high-ranking member of the Holy Legion, if I lose my mind..."
"It will go straight to hell."
When he said this, the sunlight outside the floor-to-ceiling window was just blocked by thick clouds, and a curtain-like shadow fell between the female insect's gentle eyebrows.
It's probably going to rain.
Then Fanlan also knew about it.
This is a sane madman.
One who could calmly wipe the blood off his hands even if the entire tower was filled with corpses, and one whose heart rate would not change at all when cutting someone's skin with a knife...
A very calm butcher.
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