Although the red sand under his feet was exactly the same, Hammurabi Badia still tasted the bitter taste in the air.

The morning and dusk line stumbled over his shoulders, and the huge sapphires embedded on the edge of the shoulder armor reflected the last light of the planet, and then a violent storm wrapped around sand and dust to cover the sky. The detection system of the power armor kept warning of the high-intensity ionizing radiation that was not suitable for human survival. His brain immediately evaluated the oxygen content in the air. Even though the body of the Imperial Guard could resist this radiation, he immediately closed the breathing filter system in his helmet and activated the oxygen circulation of the power armor to ensure that the blood oxygen content could cope with the subsequent battles.

Wherever you look, towering stone pillars are buried crookedly under the red sand. Now only threads of colorful lines are left in the ancient murals. Primitive weapons and high-tech weapons are placed in a mess. The twisted totems that ordinary people cannot understand and the dry bones scattered around are telling the stories that happened here.

Hammurabi Badia moved his steel boots away, carefully looked at the blurry patterns of the stone slabs under his feet, trying to rely on his own knowledge to judge whether this artistic style can correspond to the development of human history on earth. He did not know the culture of this planet, nor did he know why there was a human civilization here, nor did he know why this civilization was destroyed. He needed to read the knowledge in the power armor database between battles to fill his brain, learn wisdom, and learn lessons. Because his mission was not just about fighting, he knew that the test he faced was not over yet, and there was a reason for him to be put into this place.

The iron-oxide-filled red sand in the Immortal City Arena comes from this planet, the result of the complete oxidation and extinction of all creations of a human civilization. All the actions of the monarch have their own purpose. Hammurabi did not even notice the process of his being sent. He humbly learned all the knowledge that allowed to be learned. In the database, this planet once occupied a large number of tribes of external dimensions of faith. Now some of the dangerous tribes have been eliminated by the commander and the monarch, and after becoming the training camp of the Imperial Guards, the remaining part is his mission with Supiluliumas.

"Supiluliumas, Supiluliumas, please answer." He tried to call his companions through the communication channel, but electromagnetic interference fluctuated like a tide, and the mysterious electromagnetic storm plagued the communication.Supiluliumas is the new name of No. 3. Hammurabi subconsciously believed that he should be familiar with him. However, chemical brainwashing and spiritual transformation made him completely forget the past - but he didn't care. He just wanted to focus on his mission, that's all. The last communication attempt failed, and the micro bone conduction headphones implanted under the skin were still noisy electric sound and the interference emitted by electromagnetic radiation on the armor.

.Hamurabi closed the communication, turned the sword hanging on the magnetic belt behind her, wrapping the crimson cloak so that it no longer covers the sand. He inserted the halberd into the sand as support, and walked towards the camp location marked on the map. The rapid-flying gravel hit the gorgeous golden armor and made a rainy noise. Hammurabi walked forward silently, alerting to the cultists and beasts that might appear around him at any time. He believed that he could find Supiluliumas at the assembly point. This was just a training camp planet, a planet that had long been dead, and any qualified guard could complete this training.

He embarked on his own journey.

Only by leaving this place can it be considered the first step to truly assume the responsibility of protecting the monarch.

Salomon carefully estimated the time when Hammurabi and Supiluliumas returned, and then wrote down the work arrangements of the two on the Imperial Guard's schedule. After participating in the alien trial with Constantine, he was still able to return to Earth within the scheduled time, relying on the time technique that was placed in the Imperial Guard's training compartment to accelerate the cultivation speed, but the theory of relativity. The planet has a fixed portal of Kamataj, which exists as one of the key monitoring objects.

On the list, but because the complete clearance consumes too much manpower, Kamataj cannot completely eliminate the corruption of that planet. Now Salomon has taken over most of Kamataj's resources, and that planet is also among the assets. He believes that when these two guards return, they will definitely be able to perform their mission. He has no more time to waste the training of the guards. Constantine is more special, and the remaining training of the other guards must be carried out in practice.

He felt the corner of his clothes being gently pulled a few times.

Salomon lowered his head and saw the girl standing next to his chair, holding his suit tightly with one hand.

More than an hour after Constantine left, the study door opened again, and anyone who lives here could enter and exit. Salomon saw that the girl had changed her clothes, the white long skirt that was originally a sisterhood was replaced with a modern black dress, and her hair changed from the originally tightly tied style to a more natural outward. The Cheshire Cat followed her, and her fluffy gray tail swayed slowly. The short hair on its body was messy, and it looked like it was being touched randomly. The girl was still pulling Salomon

After a while, she raised her head and found that Salomon noticed her - a silly smile appeared on her face, muttering blurred words in her mouth, and tried her best to express her thoughts. However, it was not until the Secret Master touched her heart that she could convey the complete meaning to him. After hearing the childish and pure thought, Salomon reached out and touched the girl's head, and ignored the Cheshire cat "meow meow" complaining about how impolite this human cub was and how disrespectful it was such a cat with respect.

They all talked about their own things, and no one disturbed anyone.

"Well, when mom asks us to have a meal, we must rush to the restaurant."

Salomon twisted her with one hand and hugged her in his arms, held the book in the other hand, and then followed the Cheshire Cat who was self-deciding to lead the way out of the study. "Yi!" The girl cheered silly again, then lay on the shoulder of the secret wizard and said something no one could understand. The Cheshire Cat complained while walking, and it asked to compensate it for a large tuna belly later, otherwise it would never forgive the child's rudeness and would never allow the girl to touch it.

Salomon pretended not to hear.

Anyone touches its head, the Cheshire cat will purr loudly within a few seconds, and then lie on the ground and spread its limbs. Its threat has never taken effect. Even if Dinah doesn't give it a tuna belly, it usually opens the refrigerator and eats a lot of delicious food. Dinah will find cat teeth marks on the fish in the kitchen every day, and the Cheshire cat's belly is always bulging. Sometimes, because she eats too much and refuses to give up the food in her mouth, the cat stolen is caught. It is so angry that Dinah has to chase the fish thief every day.

"Which mother are you talking about? Black or white hair?" Salomon asked.

The girl waved her hands and began to gesture. Although she herself didn't understand, the secret wizard could still see the scene she imagined in her memory. Everything in the eyes of the child was different from what adults saw, so the picture seen by Salomon was covered with a layer of children's filters - for example, the Cheshire Cat was a hot gray ball of hair, which would make various sounds when touched. Bernita was a black tower making sounds, Joan of Arc was a white tower, and as for Salomon herself, it was a ball of light. As long as you were familiar with this filter, you could easily distinguish the girl's thoughts.

"Oh? Did she say anything else?"

The girl nodded seriously.
Chapter completed!