The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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"Come on, next one."

Wiping the opponent's blood from his eyelids, Soshyan lowered his arms and looked at the saber who was thrown off the stage with a little interest, turning over and trying hard to stand up.

If he remembers correctly, this is the ninth member of the Council of Swords.

Then only the last one left-

"Soshyan Chapter Commander, you admit that you are indeed strong, stronger than any previous champion of the Chapter,"

Eli Dazarton's eyes were cold and he stepped onto the gladiatorial cage step by step.

"But we also have our pride."

At this time, the ground of the gladiator cage had been muddled with blood.

"Yes, I see your pride."

Soshyan raised his arm and gestured to the battlefield veterans who had been knocked down and thrown aside.

And Eli Dazarton, who was opposite him, spun a sword flower, felt the weight of his blade, and activated his storm shield.

"No, that's not enough."

The next second, he rushed towards Soshyan furiously, full of anger, and used all his strength to launch a series of attacks.

Soshyan endured, weakening Eli Dazarton's attack and fury with his sword and stride.

"If that's what you're capable of."

After a dozen rounds, Eli Dazarton broke through Soshyan's defense, and the blade almost pierced his neck armor.

"Then maybe I should kill you like that."

But Soshyan suddenly raised his arm, swinging away the opponent's sword with great force, then twisting his wrist and hitting Eli Dazarton's forehead with the hilt.

Eli Dazaton, whose forehead was broken, stepped back, and a large cloud of blood was spilled on the ground.

"My humility is not weakness."

Soshyan's eyes narrowed.

"Brother Dazarton."

"We don't need mercy!"

Eli Dazarton hissed in response:

"We are the Crimson Sabres, no matter how rusted and broken, we are still the killing blade... If you pity us because of our current situation, then you don't have to!"

"Yes, we are the tools of war, nothing else... War is why we were born, why we live, why we breathe."

"Then let go and fight!"

Eli Dazarton attacked again, and the attack was even more frantic and fierce. Soshyan rushed into the arc drawn by the sword, and the long sword struck the opponent's hand with the weapon, and then raised his knee and slammed into the opponent's abdomen. .

In response, Eli Dazarton's sword hilt also touched Soshyan's forehead, causing him to shed the first drop of blood for the day.

But his strength is indeed much worse than Soshyan.

After using the sword to master the opponent's weapon, Soshyang punched Eli Dazarton's head one after another, until his body softened and the sword fell to the ground.

In the end, Eli Dazarton was thrown offstage.

The fourth company commander groaned and tried to get up, his face covered in blood.

"You... passed."

Eli Dazarton spat out a few words from a mouthful of blood.

"Then on behalf of the Astral Knights, I welcome everyone from the Crimson Sabres."

Soshyan reached out and pulled him up, then gave him an unexpected hug.

"We will fight side by side, I promise, the Crimson Sabres will be reborn."

When they parted, Eli Dazarton looked at Soshyan with some unease.

"Then next..."

"I have my own arrangements next, but you have to leave this ship for the time being, and I will hand it over to you in good condition, don't worry."

"I understand, everything is under your command... Chapter Commander."

Soshyan smiled slightly and patted the other party's shoulder.

"Okay, then pack up your personal valuables and come back to the Eternal Loyalty with us. I have to take a moment to introduce you to you."

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In the void of two side-by-side fleets, a luxury transport shut down its engines and the Eternal Loyalty's magnetic tractor caught it as it entered the magnetic field.

The transport plane trembled in the magnetic field lines set up, like an ancient iron-clad sea ship crashing into the ice. For the exploration sage Dijk Katona, he had experienced this feeling thousands of times, and he would not any discomfort.

Around him, gathered were the chief executives of the expedition fleet - including alien sages, alchemy sages, ruling sages, logic sages, etc., who were watching the landing, or trying to get from a limited number of of available viewing ports.

"These Astartes have a very low understanding of diplomatic etiquette, and it stands to reason that they should visit our ship."

One person suddenly complained that the ruling sage was wearing his ceremonial attire, which was very suitable for the majesty of his master - the orange-red robe was very bright, with large patches of crimson - the mechanical sage of Zha. The size of the dark red area of ​​the robe indicates his age and rank in Reza.

The six-pointed star decoration on his body presents a desirable yet counterintuitive asymmetry, and the oil on his appendages and facial shell is freshly applied.

However, despite the painstaking efforts of these sages from various fields in their clothing, it is impossible to completely conceal the wear and tear on them, where the monolayer is almost worn down where they house the appendage joints and the bulky shoulders transparent.

Once the exploration fleet leaves the home planet, it needs to be self-sufficient, so everyone will try to save as much as possible.

"Pull us into the cargo hold like scrap."

"They have just fought a war, so they are still fighting in their hearts, and caution is inevitable."

The logical sage, who is well versed in human psychology, responds, which is both a comment and an explanation.

The other sages, casters, and priests were not interested, but kept silent.

Soon, the transport plane made a heavy noise as it landed, and Dij Katona sent a neural command to the landing door, which descended with a screeching sound from hydraulic leaks and metal oxidation, followed by a A painful clang hit the deck.

The flight deck was brightly lit, with servitors and servants at work everywhere, and long strips of light accentuated the austere metal edges.

"It seems that the previous battle was not very intense, and the damage inside the hull showed minimal damage."

A foundry commented so.

"But the lighting intensity was not optimal."

"The efficiency of the servitors is not even 60%~www.readwn.com~ They are really wasting."

"Stop your reviews."

Deejay Katona's words silenced all sound, and with a wordless metallic crash, the six minion squads stepped off the ramp.

The technical servitors wear knee-length orange-red tunics, golden belts and laurels, and technically ornately decorated pyrite-scale armor, which unintentionally radiates their brilliance, and the weapons they carry are compact. , is a double-barreled plasma gun. Although it cannot fire continuously, the burst of firepower in a short period of time is very fierce.

As instructed by the Sage, their weapon safety was locked, and the trigger and barrel were strapped as an extra precaution.

After a while, the sages made a binary arguing with each other, and followed the servants down.

Despite their tacit comprehension of Dij Katona's preeminence, they are constantly competing with each other, for which so-called etiquette is nothing more than gaining a stronger position in their internal rivalry a secondary consideration.