April 7, 2022.

Noon.

The city of Elizabeth, located at the southern tip of Africa, has long been out of the shutdown caused by the attack two months ago, and the haze of losing 360,000 compatriots has gradually dissipated.

The entire city has resumed operation, and all kinds of ships and cargo ships traveled to and from Xinggang. Even the portals in the shallow sea area have disappeared, as if they have never appeared.

It is a temporary base built around the portal and is being dismantled by UNSC engineers, but it proves that the portal does exist.

The newly built memorial square by the sea attracted a large number of people, many of whom were holding white and yellow bouquets.

In the center of the square, there is a monument full of names.

There are neat bouquets of flowers in front of the stele. Looking closely at the right corner on the stele, the meaningful "80Y(billion)" is also engraved.

"Mom, why do people bend over to that big rock?"

On the sidewalk opposite the square, a boy sitting on a public bench swayed forward and back with his inaccessible legs, innocently asking his mother beside him.

"It is to allow those who go to heaven to rest in peace." The mother said softly.

"Paradise...? Are there angels there?" The boy became even more curious.

"Of course, son." The mother said patiently.

"Wow... I really want to see an angel once..." The boy looked up at the sky with his longing on his face.

"Haha~."

The mother raised her hand and rubbed the boy's head, and smiled kindly: "As long as you listen to your mother, eat well and don't picky food, you will definitely have the chance to meet the angel."

"Yeah!" the boy nodded repeatedly.

In fact, the mother and son witnessed "angels" descending beside them two months ago, shooting light arrows to break through the darkness.

But they lost this memory, and also forgot about their past lives in a fortress city that never had a day and a fearful past.

On the desert plain twenty kilometers northwest of Elizabeth City, the UNSC 9th Airborne Division was stationed.

The first floor restaurant in the base canteen.

More than a thousand airborne soldiers wearing only training uniforms or black short-sleeved shirts were gathering in three or two, sitting on a four-seater dining table, enjoying lunch and chatting with their comrades.

When he first acted with Krieg, he successfully captured a colonel's corporal alive...

No, it should be a sergeant.

After evacuating the portal, UNSC rewarded merits. Due to their outstanding performance in the third row, all members were rewarded and some of them were promoted.

At this time, the sergeant and six comrades walked towards a small area with small people, carrying metal plates filled with vegetables, meat and staple food.

Then they put the plates on two dining tables first, and then put the tables together.

"Guys, I don't know which alien mother star you can visit next time." As soon as I sat down, a comrade-in-arms spoke.

"Who knows? But I heard that, I just heard that the superiors and Umbrella seem to have a lot of information about alien races."

"I want to work with Astart again. Those guys are so fucking fierce. It's more secure to act with them than to follow the tanks of the armored division."

The comrades started talking all the time, but listening to the content of the chat seemed to have forgotten about another earth.

In fact, after the portal was closed, their memories were replaced. They were originally a battle to another earth, and they were unconsciously replaced by the home star of the colonists.

Before leaving the portal, they did not welcome the Umbrella technicians and the aftermath team holding "silver sticks", but the superiors issued an order not to discuss the details of the war to the outside world, otherwise they would be sent to the military court.

So they did not forget the mysterious and powerful Astat, the body of God and the Primrose.

"Everyone pays attention!"

Halfway through the lunch of the Sgt. and others, loud reminders from the entrance and exit of the restaurant made them put down their dining spoons and turned their heads to look at the entrance and exit.

I saw the colonel wearing a blue beret, with gray temples and beards. The colonel in charge of their Ninth Airborne Division walked into the restaurant and raised his voice and said:

"According to reliable news, a joint exercise with Umbrella will be conducted on July 17. This time we play the defensive side, so I have equipped it in advance!"

"Yes! Colonel!" The airborne soldiers stood up and responded.

"Yes." The colonel raised his hand and gave a gift.

"Colin!" a captain suddenly raised his hand and said, "I have a problem!"

"explain."

"Will that group of super soldiers participate in the exercise?"

The captain's words meant that all the airborne soldiers expressed their questions.

As a teammate, Astarte feels very safe, but if he is an opponent...

"No, they will not participate in any operation of the nature of the drill, who has any questions." The colonel looked around and said.

The answer given by the colonel finally calmed the airborne soldiers, and then responded in unison: "No more, sir."

"Then it will be as usual."

After the colonel finished speaking, he left the restaurant with several guards, and everyone sat down to continue eating.

"The exercise is going to be done again, Sergeant, have you and that female Krieg made progress?" A comrade joked after sitting down again.

As soon as he made a joke, all his comrades focused their attention on the corporal.

"This topic has been going on for two months, so let me stop it." The sergeant said as usual, and picked up the metal spoon and said in a slightly slight tone:

"Otherwise, you will know what it feels like to carry a thirty kilogram and run ten laps around the base.

"Yes! Sergeant!"

Seeing that the sergeant wanted to use military rank to suppress others, his comrades naturally did not dare to make fun of him anymore.

While the dining atmosphere of Sgt. and others seemed to have become much more "sovereign" and the Hope Zeus-class aircraft carrier, which is within the gravity of Venus.

Inside the bridge.

John, who had taken off the Primarch's power armor and put on a custom-made military uniform, stood behind the porthole, staring silently at the Venus "not far away" in front of him, wrapped in an extremely thick and turbid atmosphere.

Two large engineering ships affiliated with Umbrella were quickly passing by both sides of Hope and appearing into his field of view.

Subsequently, there were six small pioneers II, gradually approaching Venus with large engineering ships.

The task John got from his father this time was to use his flagship Hope to escort the company's engineering fleet throughout the process and try to carry out environmental transformation of Venus.

The reason for calling it "try" is that Venus is not as beautiful as "her", the god of love Venus, and its surface environment is more "ugly" like the depraved Aphrodite.

The average temperature is 464°C, and the atmospheric pressure is more than 90 times that of the earth. Magma flows on the surface, and the rainfall is sulfuric acid. The rotation is longer than the year it revolves around the sun.

Even Umbrella today is not sure that she can turn the hellish Venus into earth.

The title of "Hope" of John's flagship is based on the second Goshawk-class built by Umbrella, and the flagships of Robert and Ruth are based on the Guardian of Dawn and the Deporter.

After all, Umbrella has sold all the eliminated Goshawks to UNSC.

"Sir, the Engineering Department has arrived over the Antarctic of Venus and is expected to send a landing craft into the atmosphere in half an hour."

At this time, a report from a "adjutant" came from behind John, who was still wearing a military uniform with the "Λ" logo and Captain Tis Byron with a scar on his left face.

And Byron and Rabat's remaining soldiers, like the mother and son, forgot the existence of another earth, and are now a captain in the Spartan Legion's auxiliary army.

"Okay." John replied coldly, then continued to look out the porthole in silence.

Byron, who knew their protophytic temperament, raised his right hand to salute John, turned back to the center console and continued to pay attention to the progress of the engineering team.

As for the auxiliary army...

…

Inside the cabin of the hymn of courage.

‘It seems that the humans on earth all seem to be perfectly integrated into this world.’

While Sui Bian said in his heart, he closed the files on his desk about Tees Byron.

As the files disappear, the holographic screen automatically switches to the information of the Spartan Legion auxiliary army.

After more than ten years of development, Umbrella's legion system has basically been established.

A legion consists of Astart and each Primrose flagship crew, engineers, pilots, ground crew members, and other personnel. The current scale is about 23,000.

The Astat of each legion is indispensable to these auxiliary personnel.

The largest number of people is the Legion Auxiliary Army like Byron.

Their auxiliary army was once a regiment-level mobile task force (MTF), and its name was banned.

Chris and Jill's Charon contingent was also dismantled, but these veterans are still in important positions in the company, either holding civilian positions or continuing to stay in the armed forces.

For example, Chris, this "abnormal" man, is the commander-in-chief of the auxiliary army of the Raven Legion and the left-hand hand of the Raven Primros Corax.

Jill chose to go to Minos Island to assist Hank in teaching Umbrella's future officers and intelligence officers.

The only MTF retained by the Armed Forces Department is 141 of more than 500 people.

141 has a small hidden class battleship located in the low-Earth orbit of the earth all-weather, responsible for supporting intelligence personnel on the surface as soon as possible.

The "worst" one is the living dead.
To be continued...