The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Ascetic, Magyar."

Lord Magyar, wearing the skeleton helmet, gave a brief self-introduction, then raised the scythe into the air in a malicious arc, slashing at the pile of chairs in front of his feet.

The sickle pierced the ground, sending a burst of sparks on the slate below.

"If it's a loser's name, then I'll soon forget it."

Tiberius' chainsaw gauntlet was activated, the serrations whirled in a low voice, the barbed blade on the back of the hand lingered in a malicious arc.

"the same with me!"

Mazar laughed, pulling the scythe from the ground and spinning it around his head, shards from the blade flying around as he turned to face Tiberius.

Then, lowering his weight in preparation for battle, he lifted the Death Scythe over his shoulders while shifting his weight to the legs resting on the back.

"But at least, you're a worthy opponent."

Tiberius stopped talking, clasped his hands vertically by his side, and stepped out his left leg in a fighting stance.

Then, he rushed forward at an extremely fast speed, raising his right arm above his head and slashing directly at Lord Magyar, while his left arm remained retracted.

Such a behemoth sprints surprisingly fast, and the momentum is like a tank, and ordinary people may not even have the courage to watch from the sidelines.

But Lord Magyar, as one of the Empire's oldest fighters, has more experience and experience than most warriors -- and the battle is about honor.

He held the scythe in one hand, moving as fast as the opponent's.

In the blink of an eye, he swept his scythe forward to block the attack, and at the same time raised his free arm and smashed it into Tiberius' chest.

Tiberius also punched his left fist, and at the same time, the sharp blade on the back of his hand slammed forward by half its length.

But Mazar suddenly turned around and retracted his arms, then clenched the scythe with both hands, and slammed Tiberius' side with his tail.

The shark staggered back under the heavy blow, then regained its balance, grabbing Mazar's helmet with both arms.

With the rotation of his body, Mazar swept the sickle in his hand. At the same time, he used the power of the scythe handle to spin away from the fist that was slashing at his head.

As the battle intensified, despite wearing heavy Terminators, it was still difficult for mortals to observe their movements with the naked eye, and the two warriors became almost a phantom of ferocious movements, thumping, slashing, and thrusting so kaleidoscopic , looks like a choreographed dance, the only thing observable is the occasional spark from the power blade of the scythe hitting the glove.

Only the Space Marines present could truly see their every move.

Tiberius has the speed and power that only a superhuman champion can have in every blow, while Mazar has incredible coping strategies and reactions, constantly using the longer advantage of his weapon to pull enough distance and detour space for himself , all sorts of kicked-up debris flying over each other's scarred armour.

The brutal duel seemed to turn into a tug-of-war as the two Chapter Masters drove each other back and forth across the clearing.

And just as the two chapter leaders were fighting endlessly, the battle in another place was changing rapidly——

"too slow!"

Soshyan freehand swung the sword of his arm, deflecting the power blade of the malicious warrior.

Harcob Welch groaned, his left side was briefly exposed due to the dexterous block of the shark, and when he realized that Soshyan's sword was approaching his defensive gap, he could only choose a very unsightly direction. Roll to the right and let Soshyan's sweep back spark only on his shoulder armor.

Hakob is really depressed now. He thinks that he has fought for more than 300 years, defeated countless enemies and champions of various types, and has never been so embarrassed.

The Soshyan in front of him is not only astonishingly fast, but his strength is even more exaggerated. Wearing power armor is actually more than the Terminator.

He was able to hold on to these dozens of rounds entirely by relying on his fighting instincts and honed reaction skills over the years.

"You are a failure as a Space Marine, and even more so as a Chapter Master! Look what your Chapter has become! They have no honor, like a pack of scavenging hyenas and vultures!"

Instead of pursuing further, Soshyan withdrew and circled around each other like angry, caged animals.

But his verbal attacks never stopped. (Chat Stream of Traditional Martial Arts of the Eleventh Army Corps)

"Astral Knights used to have only twenty warriors left, almost nothing, but we have never abandoned our honor. We will not plunder the equipment of the dead brothers, and we will not plunder the lives of mortals."

"Shut your fake mouth!"

Harcob Welch roared and stabbed his power sword, its fortified blade surrounded by a violent disintegration field.

But his fierce attack was easily resolved by Soshyan turning sideways, and then Soshyan raised his arm and punched the opponent's left shoulder pad with a punch.

With the terrifying crash, Hakob fell to the ground, and he instinctively blocked the weapon in his hand when the holy sword whistled.

There was an energy explosion when the conflicting force fields collided, locking the servos so that the two fighters were not swept away, and then Soshyan punched again, directly past the opponent's sword and slammed into the side of Hakob's helmet.

In an instant, the opponent's entire eyepiece shattered.

Then Soshyan stepped on his back with his heavy boots, stabbed the weapon into the opponent's right leg, and lacerated the wound with a skillful twist of the handle.

"Ahhh! You bastard!"

Hakob's sword slashed sparks when he tried to cut the holy sword, but Soshyan didn't care, and still slowly rotated the weapon in his hand. Although the disintegration field was turned off, the blade still penetrated deeply. He took the pottery steel and nailed the opponent to the ground.

Seeing that their Chapter Master suffered such a loss, the malicious warriors were restless, and some even raised their weapons.

In response, the Terminators of the Astral Knights also raised their spears and cannons, ready to vaporize those who dared to make trouble.

Soshyan looked at a Chapter Master struggling under his feet, he really wanted to kill the opponent with a sword.

When he first learned that Sanlian was attacked, he was more angry than anyone else. After all, Falzad was the brother who came out of the obsidian fortress, which was not much left.

These people are despicable, not even Space Marines.

But what about killing him?

Yes~www.readwn.com~ This was a gladiatorial fight, Soshyan had every reason to kill each other, but this was bound to attract the attention of the Inquisition and even all imperial institutions.

What the Legion needs most now is a period of peaceful development.

Personal emotions must not be above the battle group and legion, Soshyan reminded himself, and then said solemnly:

"I don't have to kill you, but the weapons you stole must be returned!"

Harcob Welch was stomped on the ground and groaned and didn't answer, but the malicious warriors collectively turned their attention to the detractors.

Facing the collective urging gazes of the brothers, Castor gritted his teeth and said sharply:

"it is good!"

After saying that, they walked out of the queue, came to twenty meters in front of the Astral Knight team, threw all the looted equipment to the ground, and then turned back silently.

Soshyan snorted softly, drew his sword and brought out a puddle of blood.

"You lose, then this is the end of the matter, and everyone will go their separate ways in the future."