Chapter 1186 The saber is sheathed
“Come on, next one.”
Wiping the opponent’s blood from his eyelids, Soshyan lowered his arm and watched with some interest as he was thrown The saber who stepped down turned over with his teeth bared and struggled to stand up.
If he remembered correctly, this was the ninth member of the Council of Swords.
Then there is only the last one left——
"Captain Soshiyang, I admit that you are indeed very powerful, stronger than any champion of the chapter in the past..."
Eli Dazaton stepped into the gladiatorial cage step by step with piercing eyes. .
“…But we also have our pride.”
At this time, the floor of the gladiatorial cage was already a mess with blood.
“Yes, I see your pride.”
Soshyan raised his arm and motioned to the battlefield veterans who he knocked down and threw aside.
Opposite him, Eli Daza swirled a sword flower, felt the weight of his blade, and activated his storm shield.
"No, this is far from enough."
The next second, he rushed towards Soshiyang violently, full of rage, and used all his strength to launch a series of attacks.
Soshyan bore it, using his sword and his steps to weaken Eli Dazaton's attack and fury.
"If that's all you have."
More than a dozen rounds later, Eli Dazadon broke through Soshyan's defense, and the sword edge almost pierced his neck armor.
"Then maybe I should kill you like this."
But Soshiyang suddenly raised his arm, swung away the opponent's sword with great force, then twisted his wrist and used the hilt of the sword to Eli Dazadun felt a slight pain on his forehead.
Eli Dazadon, whose forehead was broken, retreated and a large ball of blood fell on the ground.
"My humility is not weakness."
Soshiyang's eyes narrowed.
“Brother Dazadon.”
“We don’t need mercy!”
Eli Dazadon hissed in response:
"We are crimson sabers. No matter how rusty and broken we are, we are still blades for killing enemies. If you pity us because of our current situation, then there is no need!"
"Yes, we are tools of war. , nothing else is the reason why we are born, the reason why we live, the reason why we breathe.”
“Then let’s fight!”
Eli Daza. Dun launched another attack, the attack became more frenzied and fierce. Soshiyang rushed into the arc drawn by the sword's edge. The long sword struck the opponent's weapon hand, and then raised his knee and slammed into the opponent's abdomen.
In response, the hilt of Eli Dazaton's sword also touched Soshyan's forehead, causing him to shed the first drop of blood today.
But his strength is indeed much worse than Soshyan.
After jamming the opponent's weapon with his sword, Soshyan punched Eli Dazaton on the head again and again until his body softened and the sword fell to the ground.
In the end, Eli Dazaton was thrown off the stage.
The fourth company commander groaned and tried to get up, his face covered with blood.
"You... passed."
Eli Dazadon spat out a few words from his mouth full of blood.
"Then on behalf of the Astral Knights, I welcome everyone of the Crimson Saber." Soshyan stretched out his hand to pull the other person up, and then gave the other person an unexpected hug.
"We will fight side by side in the future, and I guarantee that the Crimson Saber will be reborn."
When they separated, Eli Dazadon was a little uneasy looked at Soshyan.
"Then"
"I have my own arrangements for the next step, but you have to leave the ship for the time being. I will hand it over to you intact, don't worry."
"I understand. Everything follows your command, Chapter Commander."
Soshiyang smiled slightly and patted the other party's shoulder.
"Okay, then pack your personal valuables and return to the Eternal Loyalty with us. I have to take some time to introduce you to everyone."
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In the void of two parallel fleets, a luxury transport aircraft shut down its engine, and the magnetic tractor of the Eternal Loyalty caught it as it entered the magnetic field. .
The transport plane trembled in the magnetic field lines set up, like an ancient iron-clad ship hitting the ice. For the explorer Diji Katona, he has experienced this feeling thousands of times. Thousands of times without any discomfort.
Gathered around him were the main people in charge of the exploration fleet - including alien creature sages, alchemy sages, domination sages, logic sages, etc. They were watching the landing, or Said trying to watch from the limited number of viewing ports available.
“These Astartes have a really low understanding of diplomatic etiquette. Logically speaking, they should visit our ship.”
One person suddenly complained that the ruling sage was wearing his ceremonial attire, which was very suitable for the majestic character of his master - the orange-red robe was very bright, with large patches of crimson on it - the pierced mechanical sage The size of the crimson area of the cassock indicates his age and rank in the Reza hierarchy.
The six-pointed star decoration on his body presents a desirable yet counterintuitive asymmetry, and the oil on his appendages and facial shell is freshly applied.
However, despite the painstaking efforts these sages from different realms put into their clothing, it is impossible to completely cover up the wear and tear on them. Where they place their appendage joints and large shoulders, a single The molecular layer is almost transparent.
Once the exploration fleet leaves the home planet, it will need to be self-sufficient, so everyone will try to save as much as possible.
"Pull us into the cargo hold like scraps."
"They have just fought a war, so they are still fighting in their hearts. Caution is inevitable."
The logical sage who is proficient in human psychology responded, which was both a comment and an explanation.
The other sages, casters and priests were not interested and just remained silent.
Soon, the transport plane made a heavy sound as it landed, and Deejay Katona transmitted a neural command towards the landing door, which followed a screeching sound caused by hydraulic leakage and metal oxidation. The sound fell, hitting the deck with a painful clang.
The flight deck is brightly lit, and servitors and servants can be seen working everywhere. The long strips of lights make the simple metal edges stand out.
"It seems that the previous battle was not very fierce, and the internal damage of the hull showed minimal."
A foundry engineer commented.
"But the lighting intensity is not optimal."
"The servitors are not even working at 60% efficiency, they are really wasting it."
"Stop your Review.”
Deejay Katona's words made all sounds disappear, and with a silent metal collision, the six servant teams walked off the gangplank.
Wearing knee-length orange-red smocks, golden sashes and laurel wreaths, and technically ornately decorated yellow scale armor, the Techno-Servants gave the unit an unintentional brilliance, and they The weapon carried is also very compact. It is a double-barreled plasma gun. Although it cannot fire continuously, the burst of firepower in a short period of time is very fierce.
According to the Sage's instructions, the safeties of their weapons were locked, and the triggers and barrels were taped as an extra precaution.
Later, the sages made a binary sound of arguing with each other, and followed the slaves down.
Despite their tacit understanding of Deejay Katona's excellence, they continue to compete with each other. For them, so-called etiquette has nothing to do with getting better in their internal competition. Strong status is only a secondary consideration.
(End of this chapter)