After being suppressed for a long time, Veronica had to leave the bedroom without even having time to close her eyes for a few more minutes, she had to leave the bedroom, took a shower and put on her armor.
He still has two things to deal with in the suffering alliance.
In the cabin of Stormbird, looking at Soshiyang sitting in a chair and drinking coffee, Kayang sitting opposite him, suddenly put down the data board in his hand and smiled.
"Soshyan, are you very tired recently?"
Soshiyang rubbed his forehead, let out a long time and shook his head.
"fine....."
Kayang didn't say anything. After looking around and finding that only Thor was left in the cabin, he flipped his wrist and a small crystal bottle appeared in his hand, containing some kind of red liquid.
Then he gently placed the bottle on the small metal table in front of Soshyang.
Soshiyang was stunned for a moment, and then asked subconsciously.
"What's this-"
Then the next second, he immediately reacted, shook his head and pushed the thing forward.
"I...I don't need this! Whatever you fear is oil..."
Kayang blinked.
"This is the sap of Raka Abinda tree, produced in the Death World, which can effectively relieve physical fatigue, relieve anxiety and stress, and increase body energy. In the Legion era, we often used it as an auxiliary recovery agent."
"ah--"
When he heard that it was not what he was thinking, Soshiyang suddenly seemed a little embarrassed. He coughed a few times and took the bottle over again.
"Thank you..."
Kayang looked at him with a meaningful smile, then stood up, leaned forward slightly, and whispered:
"In addition, you only need a few drops of mixed with wine and then taken. The effect is said to be comparable to the terror and God-Suffering Oil, and it can greatly relieve post-event fatigue."
"Um!?"
Soshiyang glared at him, then glanced at Thor, who was holding his chest and resting with his eyes not far away, and then carefully put away the bottle of Raka Abinda tree sap.
"By the way, Kayang, why do you always prepare these things..."
"I am a famous pharmacy master in the legion. I also like to collect some strange flowers and plants to make potions on weekdays. Are there any problems?"
"Is that true... OK."
After ten minutes of flight, the Stormbird, which took off from the Unbound Soul, arrived at the Victory Strip Fortress.
In the huge stone conference room in the center of the fortress, members of the Alliance of Suffering had already been waiting here. In addition to the Ranger's Warrior, Magyar of the Ascetic, and Malakin of the Wretch, there were also Arash who replaced Randall's position, and Seth, the newly joined Fleech War Commander.
The furnishings in the hall are very simple, with a huge round stone table in the center, and a burning fire pit in the center of the stone table, and the surrounding walls are hung with battle group flags of all members.
Except for a few commanders, there was no one here, only a silent servant who used a typewriter to record everything that happened here, as a secret archive of the alliance.
"I believe you all know that the Randall brothers were assassinated by the shameless and despicable Red Pirate a week ago. Unfortunately, the soul returned to the throne. Here we observe a minute of silence for this warrior and hero."
After Soshiyan finished speaking this, even the rebellious Seth hung his head and quietly prayed for the dead warriors.
One minute later, everyone raised their heads.
Then, Soshiyang turned sideways and introduced the new member to everyone.
"This Alash Taki Kashanni is the new commander of the White Temple War, elected by the warriors of the White Temple, and will be performed by him in the future."
Then he introduced everyone to Arash one by one.
After the introduction, as the meeting host, Soshiyan began the first topic.
"The Dante of the Holy Blood Angels Battle Team hopes that the alliance can accept brothers from the flesh-torcher. Although they had a bad reputation in the empire in the past, they have always been the emperor's most loyal warriors. They cannot deny their merits because of the genetic seed problem... Do you still remember the original intention of our establishment of the alliance? It is to hope that at the end of the turbulent 41 thousand years, they can gather strength to fight disasters and protect the empire."
As he said that, Soshiyan's eyes were fixed on Lord Magyar, because Malakin, as a member of the Holy Blood Angels, would definitely not refuse Seth. Arash is his own person. Tetus has always been kind, and the only person who may object is this old warrior.
"So I personally agree with the meat-torkers joining the alliance. I wonder what you think of Lord Magyar?"
However, Magyar did not answer Soshiyan's question, but looked at Seth.
"Seth, I have also dealt with you and your ex a few times. You should still remember me. I see everything that happened in those battles... I honestly want to know your situation is very dangerous. What I want to know is whether you came voluntarily or Dante forced you to come here to avoid the limelight?"
Mazar said this to Sushiyan a little surprised. He didn't expect that the other party had something to do with the meat-torner in the past, but it seemed that the impression was not very good.
Seth looked at Magyar and then snorted.
"I'm coming!"
Seth's answer surprised Soshyan even more, but when he noticed the look Malakin gave him, he immediately guessed that it must be the result of the pressure from the cold man.
But Magyar seemed to be relentless.
"Why?"
At this moment, Seth seemed extremely calm, and he said in a deep voice:
"I know very well how the battle group is going. If we continue to maintain the past, we will become self-extinct even without the inquisition. So I try to find a new way. The Alliance of Suffering can allow us to not have to worry about supplies and bases when fighting away from our home planet, and to repair our bad reputation that we cannot fight with friendly forces."
"With your situation, how can we feel at ease to fight with you?"
Malakin said at this time:
"Captain Dante's commander has sent personnel to help the meat-torchers adjust their genetic problems, and the Crying One will also assist. I am willing to guarantee the commander Seth."
Mazar looked at Malakin for a while, then turned to look at Soshiyan.
"I have nothing to say."
Soshiyang nodded.
"Then let's vote. As long as more than half of the members agree, the meat-torners can join the alliance."
On the round table, each leader of the battle set a sword in front of each battle team. Raising the sword means agreeing, throwing it into the fire means opposition, as if it is not moving, it means abstention.
Then, Malakin was the first to raise his sword, and Soshiyan and Alash also raised his sword. After hesitating for a moment, Tetus also raised his sword, but only Mazar did not move - he chose to abstain.
"More than half agree, then I, Soshyan Alexey, hereby announce that I accept the meat-torcher to join the alliance!"
As he said that, he stretched out his sword, and Magyar and Seth also picked up the sword, and six swords were tied together in the flames.
"We swear to watch over each other and never turn against each other!"
After the simple joining ceremony, the six commanders of the battle put down their swords and began the second issue.
Soshiyang's eyes slowly swept across everyone and said in a low tone:
Chapter completed!