The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 After Soshyang returned to the underground base, he never mentioned what had happened on the ground, and the other fighters did the same.

　　Everyone is just doing their work quietly.

　　Occasionally, Soshjan will continue his own study-Thor is the swordsman instructor of the battle group, Soshjan is also one of his students.

　　 The collision of swords and swords sounded in the secluded square. It is located in the center of this abandoned settlement of the spirit race, surrounded by a walkway composed of beams and columns.

　　 In the past few days, such a vast space should be full of soldiers who came to watch the battle. The Astartes will not waste any time, they will seize every opportunity to practice various combat skills.

　　 But now, it's empty now. At the request of the battle group commander, there can only be two fighters standing in the center of the battle.

　　 One of them is tall and strong, with a slightly gloomy expression on his face, and his eyes are as black as ink.

　　The other one is slightly shorter than the one on the other side. Even if he wears the armor, his figure is still slightly thinner. His eyes are deep jade green and there are some shallow scars on his face.

　　 The tall duel has been sweating profusely after a long sword fight, but the one opposite him is still calm and relaxed.

"Aha!"

　　 yelled, training to fight again with swords.

　　 The tall warrior swung his long sword, and the opponent just took a light push, and then he parried the side cut and pushed the blade aside.

　　 Although this blow was blunt, it still left a trace on the blade that the latter had to agree with.

　　 "Soshyan Alexei, your level has fallen back."

　　 The shorter of the two said, with a formal and polite mockery in his tone.

　　 "Your sword is entangled by your thoughts. It slows down and becomes blunt."

　　 "I don't think so, Instructor Thor."

　　 Soshyang responded, with the same etiquette in his tone.

　　 "But if you are tired, you can take a break."

　　 Soshyang shook his head, before launching a surprise attack, he rolled his shoulders, and then flew forward.

　　 Thor nodded slightly, admiring the attack, and then responded with a series of slashing and stabbing—the moves in the sword of the king's court.

　　 It seems that his appearance and pace are very lax, but his opponent has already swiftly crossed the square.

　　 As soon as Soshyang’s sword was swung, Saul suddenly leaned his body, and the opponent’s sword immediately hit the stone ground with a dull clanging sound.

　　 When Soshyang tried to react, he launched a surprise attack.

　　 "The way you fight is the same as in a textbook."

Thor drew a sword on Soshyang’s waist and beat the opponent back a few steps. Then when Soshyang raised his hand, he drew another sword on his sword-holding wrist, almost knocking out his weapon. .

　　 If this were an official weapon, Soshyan might have lost the ability to fight by now.

　　 In the end, Soshyan’s weapon did not come into contact with the opponent’s sword until Thor swung his third stroke.

　　 When their weapons collided with each other, the young war captain gasped and said:

　　 "That is not a textbook, it is a lesson learned by countless martyrs using blood."

　　 "But this does not prevent me from being able to predict your actions. You should learn how to think more flexibly, as I am teaching now, to use the advantages of your opponents against them."

　　 "Astarte can win many great wars without those tricks!"

　　 Soshyang showed his extremely stubborn and stubborn side at this time.

　　 "We rely on our skills, courage, and determination, just like the traits all noble fighters should have, when the time comes—"

　　 Seeing his appearance, Saul also showed a trace of anger on his face, and he interrupted his sentence with a series of blows, almost knocking Soshyan's weapon out of his hand, and even the battle captain was hit in the face.

　　 "We will let the emperor's anger burn!"

　　 Soshyang rushed forward desperately, opening and closing his moves, completely in a desperate manner.

"is it."

　　 Thor quickly drew back a few steps, and then suddenly drew another training sword from behind his waist.

　　 Soshyang stopped, he noticed that although the opponent's face was still a calm and cold expression, his eyes already showed that he was tired of the fight.

　　Using double swords or double knives is no easy task, and it is even more difficult to become a top samurai by this.

　　Many Astarte think this is a fancy, they would rather use a one-handed weapon or a one-handed weapon with a shield, or simply use a powerful two-handed weapon.

　　 Often only young people who value their appearance and brash men who are willing to intimidate their opponents will choose two-handed weapons.

　　 Falzad is one of the representatives.

　　 In fact, Sol's evaluation of Falzad is an overconfident fool.

　　 However, there are a very small number of people, those who are extremely talented, who can turn this flashy technique into art.

　　 As one of the most elite Royal Blades of the Third Army, Sol Taviz, happens to be one of this small group.

　　 "Unfortunately, in my opinion, you are like a mad dog now."

　　 Before the calm words disappeared from his ears, Soshyang felt a strong wind hit his face.

　　 Then, there was an endless offensive like a stormy sea, and the sword-blade clashing burst out with sparks ~www.readwn.com~ to illuminate the whole body of the two.

　　 Facing this offensive with no room at all, Soshyang’s only response is to do his best to block every time.

　　 "Why do you hold your head like a coward."

　　 Thor’s indifferent voice penetrated Soshyang’s head like a poisonous snake.

　　 The complex emotions that had ate his heart like a poisonous snake finally broke out.

"I'm not!"

　　 Soshyang used a swinging arm to draw a Z-shape in the front of the training sword, and while blocking the opponent's double swords, he went straight to Thor's chest.

　　 "Coward!!"

　　 When his sword was still a punch away from Thor's chest, it was held by the two swords.

　　 In the next second, with a powerful blow, Soshyang's sword was flew from his hand, and Thor's sword was cut down like thunder.

　　 A sword hit his chest and a sword hit his right knee, knocking him directly to the ground.

　　 Soshyang fell heavily backwards to the ground, the loud noise was like a brick wall being pushed down.

　　 He didn't stand up, just stared at the dark rock dome.

　　 There was a sound of footsteps, and then Saul sat beside him with his swords crossed on his knees.

　　 "Have you shaken."

　　 The man’s tone is long, like a poet.

　　 "Captain Sol, I don't understand... Our mission is to protect humans, but if humans are already harming each other, how should we deal with ourselves."

　　 "Your question is full of resistance."

　　 Thor paused for a moment.

　　 "You are different from others, Soshyan Arikshe."

　　The veteran sighed ten thousand years ago. This is the first time Soshyang heard the other party sigh, so heavy.