The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 In the training grounds of the monastery fortress, there was a scene full of enthusiasm. Soldiers were sweating and carrying out daily training.

　　 It has been more than a year since the battle group was dispatched last time. In the rare "free" time, every soldier is working hard to sharpen his skills, because everyone knows that war never goes far.

"You first."

　　 Almin took a stance and shoved Wall's sword away.

　　 "It will take a while before you can get used to this new hand."

　　 The opposite Wall nodded cordially. His previous severed hand has been replaced with a brand new mechanical prosthesis. This is nothing to Astarte, but it still takes time to adapt.

　　 The training here is mainly to help him adapt to his mechanical prosthesis as soon as possible.

　　 "Then I'm on it!"

　　 As soon as the words fell, Wall turned sharply and threw Armin's sword aside.

　　 They almost ran into each other, Almin took a few steps back quickly, and then swung his sharp blade sideways, in time to withstand the blow to his abdomen.

　　 Wall quickly followed, thrusting forward.

　　 Their swords met and collided again.

　　 When Almin turned, spins, jumps, and stabs, his sword flies up and down with it.

　　 He doesn't think he is a swordsman, and that is true, although his swordsmanship is more prominent among many warriors.

　　 But they all want to do Thor's, form and function to achieve a kind of deadly harmony-know exactly which part of the hit will be crippling or fatal.

　　 And this topic is still in a state of ignorance for most of the current astral knight fighters.

　　 After several rounds of sword fighting, Almin planned to try his newly learned swordsmanship.

　　 He stepped back a few steps, drew the second long sword from behind his waist and touched the first one.

　　 "Wall, be careful."

　　 They didn't wear power armor, they just wore training uniforms, so it was inevitable that they would get injured during training. Armin couldn't guarantee that his new swordsmanship could do the same.

　　 "Maybe I should say thank you."

　　 Wall laughed when he heard it, bared his teeth, and then strode forward, the sword slashing across with howling noise.

　　Almin's double swords blocked the heavy blow, making it forced to stop.

"you are welcome."

　　 With a slight smile, Armin's double swords are constantly swinging from left to right to the middle, like a fast-rotating sawtooth.

　　 Wall was suppressed so much that he could only use his sword to block, and kept retreating.

　　 When the two swords fell for the fifteenth time, Wall couldn't stop it anymore, and the sword in his hand was knocked to the ground.

　　 Before he rolled to the side and was about to pick up the sword, Armin strode over.

　　 The two slammed into each other, and Wall lost control of the sword again.

　　 Wall quickly backed away, and at this moment his foot was hit hard by something inexplicable, and then he lost his balance and knelt down with one foot.

　　 When he raised his head, the tip of the blade was already against his throat, and Armin looked down at him.

　　 "Captain, you learned well, you have to teach me someday."

　　 Almin smiled, picked up Wall's sword with another sword in his hand, and threw it in front of the opponent.

　　 "Before I say that, finish our game first."

　　 Wall hesitated, then bent his legs and picked up his sword.

　　 When he stood up, there was a sudden sound at the entrance of the training ground.

　　 "The emperor is here, brothers, all eyes are on me, look at me, I will announce something."

　　Falzad suddenly rushed in and raised his hands. For a while, the soldiers who were training put down their weapons and looked at him curiously.

　　 "We are going to have a new battleship!"

　　 "What do I think it is."

　　 Arming, who was training in swordsmanship, sneered and threw the weapon to Wall, who was aside.

　　 "Do you only know about this?"

　　 "I knew it, what I said was that the Unbound Soul has been repaired."

　　 "Oh, this is new news."

　　 Almin was a little surprised.

　　 "This is only 8 months."

　　 "That's what the pastor said anyway, and he also said that the commander of the battle group will handle some things."

　　 Hearing that Falzad was looking for Soshyang, Armin punched the other fans at the training ground.

　　 "He is there."

　　Falzad nodded, then walked towards the door

　　 The training cage he occupies is the size of a cabin. The battle deck is covered with a sandy floor and the deck is covered with tiny holes.

　　 This is a vast space, and the numbered door hides the entrance to the maintenance area of ​​the combat servants.

　　 There are no spectators, no assistants, and no other fighters to fight. Soshyang stays here alone, accompanied by the machine and his personal thoughts.

　　 He circled a huge fighter machine, grinning approvingly at its ferocious might.

　　 Its wide plastic-steel shoulders present a fortress-like wall in front of him. Its huge arms are powerful enough to crush the rock. Although so much metal makes it look dull, it is not the case.

　　 A high-power engine is enough to power a heavy-duty machine, and the plastic-steel shell of the machine can protect the flexible metal fiber and shrink the piston.

　　 Correspondingly, Soshyang did not wear power armor, but a set of modified restraint heavy exoskeleton armor.

This is Savita’s request, which can simulate the mechanical blocking of the Terminator the most realistically, and this exoskeleton armor also strengthens the weight-although it only has the simplest metal muscle fibers, it cannot provide termination. The kind of surging motivation, but it is an excellent training tool for novices.

As Saivita said, when he was able to move hard in the quagmire, he walked like flying in the air~www.readwn.com~ and in order to provide Soshyan with suitable training opponents, Saivita also asked Loken to move a The imitation of the castle-class combat robot is transformed into a killing machine that specializes in melee combat.

　　 Although this is Loken's first large-scale combat robot, he still "willingly" hand it over under the "persuasion" of the crow prince.

　　 Therefore, it replaced Saivita as Soshyan's daily counterpart.

On it, the scars left during the last training are still vivid, and the square fingers on the huge palm still have traces of scratches. In its body, there is a qualified machine soul: for It is shaped by fighting and has various fighting arts programs.

　　 The coloring of this machine is to add black and white distinguishing stripes to the dark orange tone of civilian heavy machinery. This is also the whole difference between it and a real war weapon.

　　 Soshyang only appeared slightly short in front of it.

　　 "Start the training program to maximize aggression."

　　 The hidden machine heard his words and adjusted the machine's program.

　　 "Unlock the four-level insurance and allow basic injuries."

　　 When the training machine adjusted, Soshyan began to pace around it.

　　 Holding a chain saw halberd after initial modification in his hand, he is pacing and spinning.

　　 Saivita personally feels that wearing a Terminator with long weapons is more comfortable, and this concept is also accepted by Soshyan, so he is also imitating Saivita's fighting style when learning the Terminator's driving skills.

　　 And the chain saw halberd that really belongs to him, Rogers is still in further debugging, and now he is only using a training weapon.