Chapter 229: Civic Temple

Under the dim light, the training hall echoed the sound made by weapons during the fighting.
Wrapped in a black carapace, Yamira faces three mechanically driven combat armor in a training cage. Their armed arms are still, and she tastes the calmness of the battle before it begins.
Without warning, the three machines suddenly activated, and the spherical joints and gimbals that fixed them to the ceiling allowed them to move around without restriction.
A metal stick was handed out, and Yamira flashed aside, avoiding the attack on her head and the darts aimed at her abdomen, her long brown hair tied tightly behind her head.
A series of barbaric blows were launched by the nearest robotic arm, but Jamira calmly blocked them one by one with her forearm’s miniature stand shield. The huge impact brought her to the rear, and she lifted her leg towards Kicked in front of him, made a battle armor that was rushing forward roll back.
The third machine made a hook to her head, and when the blow was about to hit her head, she rolled out like a flexible cat.
She tasted the smell of dust and rust and smiled.
When the first machine came to her, she jumped quickly, flashing a sharp blade in her hand, cut the side of the machine, and stepped forward to report a series of thousand to the machine Jun punches.
The mechanical glove of the left hand was in the arc, hitting the hard steel body.
With the sound of metal breaking, the mechanical armor fixed on the ceiling was twisted down, and as she watched its destruction, the side of her head was almost slammed again.
Yamila knelt on one knee, feeling that the magic drugs in the blood were pumping new power into her body in response.
When a metal stick hacked, she jumped up and slammed her glove on the side of it, letting the weapon disengage. As the opponent was disarmed, Yamira bullied him and a bear grappled Live this machine and turn it around to face the last dart that the armor shot at him.
All three spikes were shot into the armor she was holding, making it riddled with holes.
She pushed it aside, and then moved around the last machine, feeling that her vitality was unprecedentedly full, her body sang for the pleasure of destruction, and even the slight pain of the muscles seemed to flow in the limbs and bones Tonic.
The last machine also turned around cautiously, seeming to realize that it was already alone.
Yamila fisted with fist, the armor flashed to the side, and she took the opportunity to hit the side of the machine with a ferocious kick and stopped it.
She shook her head and jumped like a boxer, waiting for the machine to restart.
But it remained motionless, and finally she realized that she had destroyed it.
With a sudden fatigue, she opened the training cage and returned to the hall.
Knowing that an engineer must have been sent to repair the damaged machinery, Yamira closed the training cage and walked straight to his personal lounge.
Dozens of men and women are training in the hall. Some of them practice weapon skills, while others maintain a perfect body through simple physical exercises. Among them are Yamira’s acquaintances, but she has no interest in saying hello to them.
Yamila opened the door of her lounge, and the smell of grease and metal powder immediately filled her nasal cavity. The walls here were undecorated steel, and at the foot of one of the walls was a simple bed.
She took off her armor and hung it on a shelf by the pool, while the sword and glove were placed in the storage box at the head of the bed.
The sweat caused by the training wets her tights, and Jamira picked up a towel from the pole by the pool, wiped off the sweat, put on a new gray short shirt, and then threw herself on the bed, thinking What to do next.
A metal-enclosed bookshelf beside the bed contains "Materialist Annotations", "Kaimon" and "Unification". Not long ago, she read them with great joy, but now it seems boring.
Beside these works are three long volumes of history borrowed from the library. She reached out and took a copy, ready to appreciate some of the incredible history of the world.
The series is called "History of the Long Night", which is the most obvious and easy-to-understand work she has read so far, especially the preface is a biography written by an unknown author for herself, which is also for the back A lot of tips have been added in reading the text.
Boom~!
A light knock on the door interrupted Yamira’s reading. She thought about who would come to her for a few seconds at this time, and then she pressed the button on the head of the bed.
The door opened, and the smiling boy Alexei's smiling face appeared behind the door, with two cans of drink in his hand.
"Did you bother?"
"not at all."
Alexei walked in. He was dressed in casual clothes, a dress that Yamila hadn't seen before, short sleeves and shorts, shoes with nails, and sweating full of sweat, as if he had just performed some intense sports. .
Yamila stood up and wringed the towel before him.
"It's a pity that you didn't come to a wonderful game."
The boy's tone was full of regret. Jamira did not speak, but sat back to the edge of the bed.
"You must not have seen it, football match."
"There are so many things I haven't seen."
Feeling the loss in the other party's words~EbookFREE.me~ Alexei hesitated for a while, and then sat carefully beside the other party.
"You adapt well. I heard that you are already the best performer in the 7th Division recruits. You know that many people have been training since childhood, and you..."
"Maybe, but it's not enough."
Yamila's shoulders collapsed, and she couldn't comment on the experience of this time.
After meeting Alexei, they and others were taken to an organization called the Civic Temple, which is an ancient and incredible force. In this organization, she learned a lot of truths that completely subverted her worldview, For example, the Kaimeng Church is actually just a branch of the Civic Temple, and Kaimeng himself used to be one of the nine members of the Citizens Supreme Council.
Their origin stems from a dark history called Long Night. During that time, the entire human civilization was devastated. The specific details of Yamira have not yet been understood, only that the civic sanctuary was first founded by a group of workers. Formed with soldiers, they hid in a deep-buried refuge city, avoided the long-term disaster, and saved the glorious fire of human past,
And this city is the underground military fortress called Utopia where she is now.
After the long night, human civilization regressed violently. In order to rebuild civilization, the Supreme Committee at that time decided to implement a plan-reenactment.
The details of the specific opportunities are only clear to the top of the temple. After that, the entire citizen’s temple escapes into the dark side of history, carefully preserves the magical technology of the past, and protects the development of the entire human civilization as a guardian, which continues from generation to generation. .
Alexei is a native Utopian, and his father is also a member of the current Supreme Council.
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