The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 "What do you think we will learn in our first training session?"

　　 On the way to the designated training ground, Farzad asked Almin next to him:

　　 "Swords? Fighting? Or does he teach us some ancient combat skills?"

　　 Almin shook his head.

　　 "It will definitely not be such an exciting thing. These trainings will take many years."

　　 "You are really boring, do you know?"

　　 Falzad muttered.

Since seeing Thor’s amazing sword surgery, everyone has been full of expectations for the war group instructor. However, the opponent did not conduct any training on them until an hour ago, and only occasionally engaged in "sword fighting with Soshyan". ".

　　Of course, it is impossible for everyone to point fingers at the leader, but everyone aspires to be a top swordsman.

　　 This is the desire that any fighter would have-to become stronger.

　　 Soon, they entered a lobby, the lights were suddenly lit, and then another lobby was revealed, with rows of workbenches and tools covered with dust cloth.

　　 The team dispersed in doubt, and these young star warriors walked aimlessly around.

"what is this?"

　　Ustad said, picking up a jar from a stool.

　　 "Where is the weapon? There is only a pen!"

　　 Everyone discovered that what was covered by the dust-proof cloth was a light pen and a piece of white paper.

　　 "Is this a training ground?"

　　 another person asked.

　　 "Did we come to the wrong place?"

　　 "This is your destination."

　　 A voice sounded, the recruits stood at attention, and Soshyang walked out from the side.

　　 "This is your training ground."

　　 "What should we train, sir?"

　　 said a recruit named Calvin de Fahel.

　　 At this time, a figure suddenly moved on the other side of the room, and the attention of these young interstellar warriors immediately focused on it, as if a group of birds of prey had found the trail of their prey.

　　 "Your captain is right."

　　 Sol, who walked out of the dark, said calmly:

　　 "This is your training ground."

　　 Then he came closer and came to the edge of the table.

　　 "You have to learn to write."

　　 "Write? Of course we can write!"

　　Falzad said, picking up a pen. At this time, an extremely rare pen, the whole body is made of wood, and its nib is made of something similar to fluff, and it doesn't look strong at all.

　　 "How do I use this thing to defend the empire?"

　　 There was a sudden burst of nervous laughter in the crowd.

　　 Thor just smiled, then came to Falzad, looked at the awkward recruit, and picked up a pen.

　　 "You think it's simple, then you might as well write two words to let me know."

　　Falzad snorted, took the pen, and roughly dipped the entire tip of the pen in black ink. The pen was like a poor branch in his hand.

　　 But when he moved the pen to the white paper, before it fell down, the ink dots had spread on the white paper.

　　 "Trouble."

　　Falzad murmured, flicked the pen back vigorously, tossed off the excess ink, and added a black arc to the ground, then he pinched the barrel of the pen. Pressed the tip of the pen on the paper.

　　 With a click, the pen folds and breaks in the middle.

　　 "What is this thing, it's not as hard as the bones of those old machine servants."

　　 Falzad threw the pen to the ground angrily and complained.

　　 "Instructor Thor, I don't understand."

　　 Sol handed over a new pen without saying a word.

　　 "Didn't you praise Haikou, isn't Bakhsh Falzad a barbarian who can't even write?"

　　 "Who can't write!"

　　 Falzad grabbed the pen and made another attempt.

　　 This time he learned to be clever. He only smeared the ink a little bit, and then carefully moved the pen tip onto the paper.

　　 However, the nib of this pen becomes extremely soft after being dipped in ink, and its quality is particularly light. It makes the star warriors who are used to using heavy weapons feel like they are writing with a feather.

　　 I tried too hard for fear of breaking the pen. If I didn’t use it, my hands would keep shaking, and the distance between the pen tip and the paper was not well controlled. There was a large ink stain on it, and I couldn’t write the slender standard Tela script at all.

　　 For a while, he actually froze, and the fine sweat dots covered his forehead and cheeks, and even dripped onto the paper.

　　 "Damn--"

　　 He grabbed his right wrist with his left hand, as if using a weapon, slowly dragging it.

　　 With a click, he broke the pen because he couldn't control the tightness of his hand muscles in time.

"Humph!"

　　 Falzad let out a low growl of sorrow, annoyed that the pen was still on the table.

　　 Obviously, he admitted that he couldn't do it.

　　 Thor looked around and spoke to everyone:

"As Astarte, in the long years to come, there will be countless battles, but no battle will be as difficult as your own inner battle. The transformation surgery gives us superhuman power~www.readwn. com~ but it did not give us real superhuman minds and control. The Great Rebellion is the best example."

　　 The recruits around nodded.

"The training you have received in the past teaches you to use your strength to the utmost extent. This can indeed make you a powerful weapon, but remember one thing, no matter how powerful a weapon is, the day it will be damaged, so I hope you will become Those who use weapons."

　　 New recruits, look at me and I look at you. They all have big eyes and little confusion.

　　 "Stand in a circle! Look like a soldier, don't be like a group of bandits!"

　　 At this time, Soshyang shouted loudly on the side, and the recruits trembled and quickly re-arranged their positions.

　　 And Sol at the edge of the table picked up an unused pen.

　　 "Combat skills are not fancy skills to confuse the enemy, or acrobatics that make your movements look more sophisticated. Its essence is to allow you to use the right power at the right time, and save your precious energy as much as possible."

Sol used the tip of the pen to lightly traverse the ink, then skimmed the edge of the ink cartridge, pinching the barrel of the pen with his index finger and thumb, and writing a small line of standard Terra on the white paper in the eyes of everyone's surprise Text.

　　 "Controlling power is far more complicated than using power. A powerful warrior, whether he has a warhammer over 500KG in his hand or a hollow tree branch, he can swing them in the same way."

　　 said, he gently put down the pen and put the pen tip on the edge of the ink cartridge lid.

　　 "In ancient Tyra, people used a word specifically to describe this state, and it was light."

　　 "Lifting weight is light..."

　　 The recruits repeatedly chanted this complex Gothic language, even Farzad was no exception.