Chapter 169 Intervenor
While the fierce fighting was going on in the field, Lord Magyar suddenly leaned forward and approached Soshyan.
"What is the name of your warrior?"
"His name is Bakhsh Farzad, and he also comes from a wild world."
Soshiyan smiled Said with pride.
Mazar nodded thoughtfully.
"Then he is really good, he should win."
There is actually almost no difference between the two warriors, but trained eyes know what to pay attention to——
One due to decisiveness or precision, a quick and precise cutting, a cutting with more force, and a faster recovery after a difficult parry.
Both warriors were dedicated to dueling, both were skilled, both were masters of endurance and determination.
Facts have proved that Mazar was right, and Farzad took one step further in his martial arts.
His opponent began to pant more heavily, move more difficultly, and was exhausted before his opponent's impregnable defense.
They circled around each other, faster and faster, their feet almost leaving the ground.
At present, the contest seems to be inconclusive. As time goes by, whispers of praise are heard among the audience - for the absolute concentration of the two warriors.
Suddenly, the black-clothed warrior's foot slipped - just the width of a palm, a brief slip, and was quickly stopped, but it was too late.
The silver-gray figure swooped forward, swatting away its opponent's blade and seizing the advantage.
A second later, the warrior in black was in danger. His blade was loosely held in his hand, and his opponent's weapon was squeezing his exposed neck.
With the flick of the tip of the knife, a blood line was drawn on the collarbone of the defeated fighter.
“Okay!!”
The audience roared and cheered, slapped the low tables and chairs, and raised bottles of wine to salute the winner.
The defeated warrior took several steps back, fell to the ground, and his muscles began to twitch. and let out a huge, heavy gasp.
His body has been pushed to the limit, and his limbs are shaking due to exhaustion.
The winner is only slightly better off.
Farzad saluted his chapter leader and the master of this place, his face was drooped with sweat, and he looked unsteady, although the cheers seemed to support the two fighters.
After a moment, he started to pull his opponent up from the ground, and the blade in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.
The two warriors, who had previously been focused on fighting, clasped each other's hands at the wrists, and despite being exhausted, gave each other a warm hug.
Mazhar stared at Farzad, who was hobbling to the nearest table and asking for some wine.
"Every time I see these young men, I wonder if I have lived too long."
The Lord of the Death Temple murmured, recalling the past years.
“Those heroes who once fought alongside us have passed away. What is the significance of us remaining old people?”
Soshyan on the side suddenly chuckled and said:
"The meaning is to wait for the day when the emperor will recall you and us all."
Suddenly, Mazhar looked sharply Xiang him, seemed to be considering the meaning of these words.
Then his expression became relieved, but his eyes shimmered more intensely than usual.
“That little guy’s style is very close to ours, but his combat skills are simply too exquisite.”
Lord Magyar said as he summoned more meat and watched as Farzad merged into the crowd illuminated by the fire. "I remember you once said that your swordsmanship was taught by the instructor of the battle group, so he too?"
Soshiyan hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Mazhar's face immediately showed a curious expression.
"Then he must be a very, very powerful and excellent warrior. Why have you never introduced him to me? I really want to talk to him."
"He... is dead."
Hearing these words, Mazhar was stunned for a few seconds, and then nodded sadly.
"Well, that's such a pity...another hero has passed away."
After briefly chatting with Soshyan for a while, Mazhar took him to the tactics room , make a simple exchange on the battle situation during this period.
The war is actually progressing quite smoothly. The green-skin outer strongholds in the Flon system have been removed, and the satellites near the main star have been captured one by one. Only a few outposts on the edge of the system have been dispatched due to insufficient troops. The reason has not been taken down yet.
Now they had built a steel cage to trap the stubborn beast.
Whether you want to kill or behead, it’s actually not that difficult.
“What has been proven now is that the Ferron star has been basically fortified, with various anti-orbital weapons scattered from its poles to the central equator.”
Lord Magyar As he spoke, he drew a circle on the control panel with a light pen, and then an aperture appeared on the hologram composed of low light.
“If a frontal attack is to be carried out, the casualties may be heavy and protracted.”
"Extermination order?"
Soshyang mentioned a tactical possibility.
The Order of Extermination is the most extreme method used to deal with heresy, corruption or alien invasion that has taken root in a planet's population, and is only allowed to be used in the most extreme circumstances. .
Extermination Orders are essentially one of the many means of destruction in the Imperial arsenal, usually used when an entire world has fallen into the worship of Chaos, or its Imperial government has been overthrown and overthrown by xenos rule. Replacement, or a world harboring an extremely powerful and dangerous species, extermination orders are often executed when the world is deemed unworthy of the human and material resources required to conquer or reclaim it.
It is also used as a way to clear the field against alien invasion.
The Order of Extermination can be ordered by any Inquisitor, Space Marine Chapter Master, Imperial Admiral, or Commander of the Astra Militarum.
It has a variety of execution methods, the Imperial Navy usually resorts to massive orbital bombardments, and the Inquisition can use more specialized weapons such as virus bombs and cyclone torpedoes.
Faced with a planet that has been transformed into an alien fortress, nothing is more direct and effective than an extermination order. Anyway, the Ferron planet has been occupied by the greenskins for a long time, and the past colonists eventually died at the hands of the greenskins. After the first rise, the empire basically gave up on this planet of little value.
Lord Magyar nodded with a stern expression.
“I have considered it, but the nearest Inquisition fleet will take about a month to arrive at the fastest. Just relying on orbital bombing alone, Ephron’s current defense strength may not be able to reach it in less than three months. Effect.”
"It seems we are pressed for time?"
Soshiyan captured the key to the other party's language.
"Yes."
Mazhar frowned, looking very distressed.
“The latest intelligence is that the green-skinned warlord pirate, Nazdreg Ebony Udgrub seems to have accepted the green-skinned request for help from the planet Flon, or some kind of deal is driving it. A huge fleet is approaching.”
Soshyan took a breath, this was indeed not good news.
Then Mazhar added another sentence.
"By the way, the pirate fleet you destroyed in Gages earlier was Nazdregg's vanguard."
(End of this chapter)