Chapter 482 Unlucky Talos
“I’m afraid you can do this not by your own strength, right?”
So far, Huron has been careful not to let his anger destroy him. His tone, but after mentioning that group of people, his voice sounded like it was soaked in poison.
"I'm curious, how much money did you spend to bribe those wild dogs of the Eighth Legion, Chapter Commander Soshyan?""
Looking at Huron with a slight smile Looking annoyed, Soshyan actually had to force himself not to show any pleasure.
Well, to be honest, he was actually happy.
"Buy? Do you think you need it? Maybe they just want me to chop off your head, or maybe all your men expect so. After all, who likes to serve a paraplegic leader?"
Soshiyan's words made Huron smile again.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, you are the loudest Imperial Chapter Leader I have ever seen. If I had someone like you on my side in Badab, I might not have needed to take action. After all, you You can defeat those imperial bureaucrats with your mouth.”
Soshyan sneered at this.
"Okay, let me introduce my warriors."
Huron said with irresistible arrogance, pointing at the group of soldiers behind him.
But the scraping sound of Soshyan's boot soles against the ground interrupted his speech.
"That's not necessary. I don't care about the names of your slaves. You asked to meet with me. Now that we have met, what are you going to say?"
This is it. The red pirates were enraged, and a warrior stepped forward, breaking their unequal formation.
He was wearing a purple and red armor, which looked very inconsistent.
“I am not a slave!”
He spat at Soshyan.
"When we fought on the battlefield, you were not even a sperm, kid!"
Soshiyang squinted and looked away from Huron.
"One of your dogs is crying, and I think you should get a better whip to discipline them."
Huron ordered the warrior to return to the group with a simple gesture, and the warrior hesitantly obeyed.
"Before the formal negotiations, would you like to enjoy the opening ceremony?"
Soshyan didn't realize what the other party was saying at first, until Talos reminded him through the communication. Only then did I realize that Huron was referring to a popular ritual among Chaos warbands, in which the respective warband champions were allowed to duel alone before starting a war or diplomatic activity.
In fact, this tradition also exists in the loyal Astartes Chapter.
After all, to the Astartes, reputation is everything, and no currency is worth as much as reputation.
Originally Soshyan planned to reject this opinion with a smile, but when Sol spoke to him, he immediately nodded in agreement.
The Weepers didn't know what was going on, but they hadn't entered the Star Castle yet. He had to delay a little longer.
“It’s up to you, among the heroes hiding in your shadow, who will come out to fight?”
The warrior who spoke before immediately stepped out of the line, Huron briefly introduced For a moment.
This man's name is Ulminsk. After the Horus Heresy, he became known to many warbands as the swordsman of the Third Legion. He once had a small warband, but he lost it in a certain conflict. After all, it was Huron who finally took him in.
The light of the strangled stars shone on his bright plastic armor, which was covered with many carefully decorated jewels and peeled off delicate baby skin.
The swordsman's old-fashioned helmet has a purple slit on the visor, from which a faint light emits.
Ulminsk then drew an ornate power sword, the same metallic tone as his armor, and waved it in salute to Soshyan, with a crested helmet grille visor A delicate voice came from below.
"Who is planning to come and die?"
The soldiers behind Soshyan immediately chatted in low voices.
They all wanted to participate in this duel, but when Thor stepped forward, everyone fell silent, because everyone knew that no swordsman among the Astral Knights was more deadly than him.
Saul was about to draw his long sword, but his progress was blocked by Soshiyang's raised arm. "I don't want to waste the time of my strongest warrior yet."
Soshiyan's tone was full of contempt.
"Brother Charlos, right?"
Despite wearing a helmet, Talos blinked at Soshyan in surprise.
“Brother?”
Soshyan pointed at the tall figure standing in Ulminsk.
“Kill him.”
He has his own plan. Although Thor must really want to kill the traitor, as both swordsmen of the Third Legion, the opponent will definitely be aware of Thor and Lushu during the fight.
At the moment, he has no plans to expose Thor's identity, let alone expose it in front of traitors.
Then there is only Talos, and he is not very confident that other warriors can defeat this Chaos Champion - Armin is still too young, and Mark is better at battlefield command and decision-making, not a duelist.
There was a whisper hidden in Sol's breathing that was stopped by Soshyan, and he sounded slightly dissatisfied.
He really wanted to fight this duel and wanted the sword to be stained with blood, but he was a rational person after all, and he immediately understood Soshyan's intentions and obeyed the other party's will. ,
As a result, everyone in the Astral Knights focused their attention on Talos.
“Okay.”
At this point, Talos had no choice.
"Who is this?"
Huron looked curiously at Talos who walked out of the queue. From the man's walking posture, he always felt that something was wrong.
It seems... quite familiar?
"I am——"
"Charlos, the think tank of our battle group."
As soon as Soshyan's words came out, Huron immediately made a sound of surprise , the same is true in Ulminsk, but Talos feels like vomiting blood.
What is this? He felt that Soshyan was teasing him.
"In that case, let's add another rule, no witchcraft is allowed."
Huron's smile was like a blade.
“Okay, let the sword speak.”
Soshiyan waved his hand and agreed calmly. Talos was not sure whether the cheap chapter leader above him was planning to kill someone with a borrowed sword.
The prophet stepped forward and drew his power sword. The silver blade was dyed violet under the dim light of the lighting ball above his head.
The swordsman of the Third Legion said nothing as he returned the salute to Ulminsk.
And Huron suddenly spoke again as the two gradually approached:
"Ulminsk has killed fifty-four warriors with swords in one-on-one duels, and you are How many have been killed, Think Tank?”
“Never.”
Talos replied softly, and the red pirate burst into laughter.
Ulminsk ignored this and quickly took charge with his sword. The unformed devil's claws caressed his armor. On the mask made of purple gemstones on his chest, the eyeless eyes stared coldly.
The painful spirit surrounded his own head, like a crown radiating bleak dark light.
“Please enlighten me.”
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(End of this chapter)