Chapter 45 Duel
“What’s wrong? The puppet emperor’s lackey, are you afraid of shedding a little blood?”
Molinit gave Soshyan a cruel and sharp smile, they Standing in the center of the battlefield, the roars and roars of weapons that echoed in the previous battle have faded away, and now there are only lying corpses around them, as well as the heartbeats of the soldiers watching the battle.
The Blood Bronze Claw war gang is finished. Morinite no longer has any illusions, but if he can behead the pseudo-emperor lackey in front of him who should be the company commander or even a higher level, then he will serve for The Blood God served the last meal.
After the brief confrontation just now, he has confirmed that the ones who ambushed them were a group of new recruits. If it were a group of veterans, they would probably take away everyone in the Blood Bronze Claw war gang with zero casualties.
But their number is too small, even a group of new recruits is enough.
The unnatural air in the starport intensified the silent noise, as if even the surrounding winds were fighting and dying.
Soshyang did not answer, and always stared at the other person as motionlessly as a statue.
Morinite even doubted whether the opponent was dead, but he quickly put aside this idea and felt the slight vibration from the opponent's armor and tasted the spicy smell emitted from the reaction backpack.
He heard the unexpectedly calm heartbeat of the big man, and the subtle sound coming from the visor of the Mark-style helmet.
No, not dead, just a bad attitude.
Morinite pulled a skull from his waist and threw it directly towards Soshyan.
The opponent's hands were as fast as lightning, catching the skull in time before being hit in the face, and then the only response was to crush the pale bones in his hands, then open his fist and let the bone fragments fall from his fingers. .
“Hey.”
Morinite let out a barking laugh.
"That's ridiculous. I thought you were ignoring me on purpose."
Then, Soshiyang's voice came out from the helmet loudspeaker, with a deep tone.
"Traitor."
Morinite tilted his head. The other person's voice was soft compared to so many Astartes he met. Those guys met them. Sometimes, he is either scolding or angry. It is quite rare for someone to speak so calmly.
Soshiyan stared at the son of Angron, his eyes swept over the reliefs on the red ceramics, and the scene he witnessed on the New Pharos flashed by.
The number on the temperature detector began to plummet, but Soshyan felt no chill, only cold anger rolling inside him.
“Can’t you change some words?”
Morinite whistled:
“Look what the empire has shaped you into? A bunch of idiots who can't even speak properly."
Soshiyang pointed at the World Eater with his long sword.
"At least we will not swing our swords against our blood brothers. What happened on Istvan III will be your eternal shame."
In order to understand the history of the Legion, Soshyan often spends time in the archives. He stayed for just one day, especially the history and secrets of the Great Expedition era, he was involved in it.
Morinite clenched his fists. The other person's words were like venomous thorns piercing his brain. He could feel the light around him becoming dim, the voices in his head gradually getting louder, and the wailing sound was like a quarrel. A complex swarm of locusts.
He had to kill this gullible guy, and he had to kill him now.
“That’s right.”
The World Eater sighed, not like a chuckle or a roar, and then a harsh sound filled with anger came from the helmet.
He pressed a rune on the ax handle, and the weapon motor injected with life spit out black smoke. Two rows of staggered single-molecule saw teeth began to bite the air. All structures were designed to dismember flesh and blood more effectively. .
"Celebrate your final moments, and then let the Blood God's Hounds gnaw at your soul for eternity."
"All traitors will die in disgrace. "
The two began to circle. Morinit took big steps, swinging the battle ax casually in front of him, observing everything about Soshyan with his eyes. This guy has solid footwork, the angles of his body, his breathing and reflexes are all at the level of an elite veteran.
Before the swords crossed each other, Morinite knew that his opponent was quite good, calm and thoughtful, and did not attack rashly because of his casual temptation, which made him wonder whether this guy was a new recruit.
This thought only lasted no more than one heartbeat.
The World Eater roared from deep in his chest and raised his ax over his shoulder to strike at Soshyan.
"Blood Sacrifice to the Blood God!!!!!!"
Soshiyang took a step back, sweeping away the ax body with the edge of his sword, and at the same time, he sidestepped past the screaming saw teeth.
But Morinit is worthy of being a veteran of hundreds of battles. With his rich experience, he hit the chain ax on the blade of Soshyan with a backhand blow. The opponent immediately felt the trembling impact climbing up his shoulders, and the sword in his hand Nearly got knocked away.
Soshiyang once again distanced himself from the opponent, but the World Eaters did not intend to give him any openings, and continued to approach, suppressing Soshiyang with a series of slashes and slashes.
The chapter leader of the Astral Knights dodged left and right, only raising his sword to block as a last resort. After each collision, more metal fragments and saw teeth were scattered around them.
Morinite's strategy is simple, first defeat Soshyan's weapons, and then defeat Soshyan himself.
If an ax and a sword were to compete head-on, the latter would definitely suffer.
"Humph!"
The slash aimed at Soshiyang's throat knocked him back a step. He quickly tried to force the opponent back with his sword, but the World Eater did not retreat. , instead rushed forward and threw a punch, forcing Soshyan to twist his body to avoid it.
However, his sword still thrust out, and the tip of the sword struck the World Eater's crown, cutting off the blood god's symbol carved in dark bronze in a string of sparks.
After Soshyan withdrew his sword, he slashed at the armor on the opponent's neck. The World Eater's battle ax immediately slapped it away, and then roared and swung the ax towards Soshyan's abdomen.
At this time, Soshyan's body temperature had dropped to 20 degrees Celsius. Instead of stiffening, his movements became faster and faster. Gray veins in the visor covered his face. If he took off the helmet at this time, it would definitely be very serious. Horrible.
Soshiyang held his breath and tilted the sword so that the saw teeth and the blade intertwined.
Then, the two duelists were bathed in sparks, their weapons clenching together.
Suddenly, Morinite used a headbutt, knocking Soshyan off balance and almost unable to dodge the blow aimed at his head from above.
He struck back at the opponent's neck, but was blocked by the World Eater's armplate. Morinite blocked the blade and pushed Soshyan away.
The World Eater stirred up his chainsaw, his calm pretense gone, lost in the song of the Butcher's Nails, his brain implants painfully pushing him deeper and deeper into the fury of the berserker.
"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!!!!!!!"
Soshiyang can also see that the twitching and shaking have spread The chain saw and ax handle creaked all over World Eater's body, and the strength of World Eater's grip on the weapon even left dents on the plastic steel.
Rage clouded his mind, and everything else was drowned by the wave of bloodlust.
Soshiyang also rushed out, the blade was so fast that he couldn't even catch up with his eyes.
His sword cuts and thrusts, and the World Eaters dance with their axes.
The two sides fought together again with extremely fierce momentum and fierce movements, which stunned the surrounding recruits.
In the end, everything ended with the sword cutting into the World Eater's armor, shining like diamonds.
When the decomposition stance gnaws at ceramics and plastic steel, sparks leap out, instantly lighting up the duel.
(End of this chapter)