Chapter 364 No? Right?
The drop pods of the Emperor's Children and their trivial and complicated warriors are like some kind of colorful popcorn popping up everywhere in the popcorn machine that is only a few kilometers long in the Satnain Salient. yes.
Fulgrim laughed triumphantly, swaying with a strange pleasure in the blood and blood of the battle.
Under the shadow of the steps of the city wall, the Terran Praetorian who arrived in advance and his most beloved son, the Lord of the Templars of the Imperial Fists, who were constantly watching from the corner of his eyes or more directly with fanatical eyes, were They were squatting there as if no one else was watching, opening the weapon box and picking out their weapons - it looked very much like dividing the spoils.
"Father, I feel that maybe a two-handed sword is not suitable for your upcoming battle."
"...Thank you, Sigi...Smond, I know."
Magna Dorn left the two-handed giant sword he had used most many times under the city wall, and lifted a new one in one hand. With the power sword in his other hand, he was holding a new shield that he had improvised using the shield of the Phalanx Guards this time. Together with Sigismund, he rushed to the top of the Wall of Sartnain, and then once again escaped from Fogg. Rem's blade rescued the seriously injured Mathius.
——Although he felt very sorry, after many attempts, Magna had learned that the result of rushing to the aid of Matius too early would cause more trouble in the subsequent battle. deviation.
The young city wall guard was lying on the ground with many fractures and fractures. His whole body was covered with traces of the battle that the bastard had played with like a cat catching a mouse. He tried his best to crawl towards the outside of the battle circle—— In order to reach for his broken sword, he didn't feel at ease until the hilt fell into his dusty hands - and then he listened to the original story in even more confusion amidst the confusion caused by the bleeding wounds and labored breathing. The strange conversation between the body and the first company commander.
"...Okay, okay, don't worry, Sijige...Smond. You see, the two-handed sword you use is one-handed to me, don't worry, Siji... Smond, this time... I won't choose Storm Fang, it's really too huge."
"That's good, father, take care of yourself and them. I'll come as soon as I go." Sigismund, who had always been taciturn, seemed to be very uneasy. This time, he was especially nagging, and he even gave several special instructions.
"You only need to look at me! Witnessing every inch of those heretical things is a blasphemy to your eyes! I will not let that filthy and hateful traitor get close to you!—— Also, please take a closer look at my martial arts. Our sword is what your heart desires, and it will last until death. You don’t need to refer to those empty and useless things that are vain and exaggerated!"
"... Oh."
The tall figure of the imperial guard nodded obediently.
Looking at them again with a look that was extremely worried about some snake monster appearing nearby and taking away the cubs (?), the templar leader raised his sword and faced the enemy. His aura changed, and after that cold and inhuman courtesy, he couldn't wait to rush towards the other party.
The golden-armored Terran guard took one look and walked over. He gently and deftly picked up the flattered young wall chief and carefully placed him against a broken wall. He then cleaned his wounds and temporarily fixed him. The broken bones opened the airway to prevent Matius from drowning in his own blood.
"My lord...ahem!"
"Don't worry. Just lie here." Magna told the captain of Satnain's garrison, "Just watch. , Sigi...Smond's courage is as unparalleled as his ability."
The young speedsters saw their primarch straighten up, turn their heads, and express themselves with a profound and immeasurable (? ) looked at Fulgrim and Sigismund who had already entered the battle state, sparks were flying with their blades, and they were fighting brilliantly from heaven to earth.
According to Magna's experience, the leader of the Templars should be like everyone else, repeating every word and every action he said every time he restarted, but after all As humans, they would indeed give different answers to Magna's dialogue based on the development of the specific battle situation. Therefore, Magna did not feel at first that Sigismund said one more word or became more capable of fighting. There was something terribly wrong.
But now, Magna always feels that something is becoming more and more wrong with Sigismund as the frequency of his appearance increases. Although the Iron-Blooded Machine Spirit realized the importance of information after returning to the Platform Garden many times, he went out of his way to find some current relevant information. With his previous understanding, he at least now knows that Sigismund As the founder of the Black Templars, the first Grand Marshal, the head of the Templars, the first Emperor's Champion, and other honorary holders, Germany is recognized as a very strong and indeed possibly the strongest Asta. One of a kind——
——But isn’t your current intensity a bit outrageous? ah? ! Solo Kombat Primarch? ! When the original body became a demon, you also started to walk over the walls? ! And every time it’s even more outrageous than the last time! Are you still an Astartes? ! I think you might as well change your name to the Black Templar Primarch!
Magna Dorn and Mathius stayed together. One was stunned and could not speak, while the other was completely helpless and looked at Sigismund holding a sword in both hands and wearing a Wearing a black gold armor, he stepped on a colorful flying disc and began to fight against Fulgrim, who was coiled with a snake body, hissed a message, and waved his sword in the air.
——Why do you have such a colorful Frisbee that you can fly on in this place? Isn’t it too much? ! This thing looks like a subspace thing, right? ! Let's not talk about whether there is such a device at this time - doesn't Sijige have no psychic potential at all? !
Of course, Sigismund, who did not hear the crazy rants in Magna's mind, rushed forward with greater strength this time, and began to show off his power amidst angry and frightened shouts that the inanimate people could not understand at all. He kicked the Phoenix Guards and struck the fallen phoenix with his sword. Soon, Fulgrim dropped one of his arms, half of the snake's tail, and two lips with a last angry curse, and jumped up and rushed towards the suddenly cracked wall outside the city wall. In the black thorn-like subspace gap——
“This has exceeded the pain that can make me happy...I will not accept any more! You are so rude and have no sense of art at all. You guy who knows how to enjoy yourself! Damn it! You will never be able to enjoy that supreme pleasure!”
He then jumped in and disappeared, leaving only a circle around him. The elite officers of the Emperor's Children began to gather around.
Lord Commander Eidolon, Champion Champion Arkon Darol, Flagbearer Lycus Verdion, Von Kalda, Quin Milosa, Nuno Dedo Na...
More than fifty elite warriors of the Emperor's Children gathered around, and only Sigismund stood between the Primarch of the Imperial Fists and them.
Um.
Magna watched silently.
...I can't understand it either. What happened and why? !
...Oh, they were all beaten down. Eidolon was still the first to be kicked off the city, this time sixteen seconds faster than the last time.
Sigismund turned and walked towards them. Magna saw that there was only a little sweat on his face without a helmet. Under his golden hair was a pair of worried eyes. Deep sapphire eyes.
"It's finally over. Are you okay, Father?"
Magna Dorn smiled habitually on the face of the Terran Praetorian, "I'm fine, West Ji...Smond."
(Gutela's expletive), he thought, something is wrong with you, shouldn't it be my turn to fight with you next?
No? Right?
No one would deliberately treat a poor little machine soul under the age of one in such a ruthless, cold, and unreasonable way, right?
(End of this chapter)