Chapter 1271 Overcoming the opponent with ease
“Ascetic, Magyar.”
The Magyar lord, wearing a skull helmet, made a brief introduction to himself, and then raised his sickle into the air to draw a line A vicious arc slashed towards the pile of chairs lying in front of his feet.
The scythe blade penetrated straight through the ground, creating a burst of sparks on the stone slab below.
“If it is the name of a loser, then I will soon forget it.”
Tiberius's chainsaw gauntlet was already activated, the saw teeth whirling with a low roar, and the barbed blade on the back of his hand was filled with malicious arcs of electricity.
“Same as me!”
Mazhar laughed, pulled the scythe out of the ground and spun it around his head, the chips on the blade turning to face him Tiberius splashed around.
Then, he lowered his center of gravity in preparation for battle, raised the Death Scythe over his shoulders and moved his center of gravity to his legs behind him.
“But at least, you are a worthy opponent.”
Tiberius stopped talking, clasped his hands vertically by his side, and stepped out his left leg in a fighting posture.
Then, he rushed forward at an extremely fast speed, raised his right arm above his head and struck the Magyar lord directly, while his left arm remained contracted.
Such a behemoth sprints incredibly fast, and its momentum is like that of a tank. Ordinary people may not even have the courage to stand aside and watch.
But Lord Magyar, as the oldest veteran warrior in the empire, has far more experience and experience than most warriors - and this battle is about honor.
He held the war scythe in one hand and moved as fast as the opponent's.
In the blink of an eye, he swept the scythe forward to deflect the attack, and at the same time raised his free arm to hit Tiberius' chest.
Tiberis also punched out his left fist, and at the same time, the sharp blade on the back of his hand suddenly popped forward by half its length.
But Mazar suddenly changed his stance, twisted and retracted his arm, then held the war scythe tightly with both hands, and stabbed Tiberis in the side with his tail.
The man-eating shark staggered back under the heavy blow, then regained its balance, and reached for Mazar's helmet with its two arms, one on the left and the other on the right.
As his body turned, Mazar swept the sickle in his hand. At the same time, he used the power of the scythe handle to deflect the fist that struck his head.
When the battle became more intense, even though they were wearing heavy terminators, it was still difficult for mortals to observe their movements with the naked eye. The two warriors almost became a shadow of ferocious movements, with ever-changing beatings, slashes and thrusts. , it looks like a choreographed dance, the only thing that can be observed is the sparks from the occasional scythe hitting the power blade of the glove.
Only the Space Marines present can truly see their every move.
Tiberius strikes with speed and power that only a superhuman champion can possess, while Mazar possesses incredible coping strategies and reactions, constantly using the longer advantage of his weapon to draw out victory for himself. There was enough distance and room to maneuver around, and all kinds of thrown debris flew on each other's scarred armor.
The brutal duel seemed to turn into a tug-of-war as the two Chapter Masters drove each other back and forth across the clearing.
While the two chapter leaders were fighting endlessly, the battle in another place was changing rapidly——
"Too slow!"
Soshiyan waved the sword of his arm freely, deflecting the power blade of the malicious warrior.
Hakob Welch groaned, his left side was briefly exposed due to the man-eating shark's deft block. When he realized that Soshiyan's sword had approached his defensive gap, he could only Opting for a very unsightly roll to the right, Soshyan's backslash only sent sparks off his shoulder armor.
Hakob is really depressed now. He thinks that he has been fighting for more than three hundred years and has defeated countless enemies and champions of various types. He has never been so embarrassed.
The Soshiyang in front of me is not only incredibly fast, but also has ridiculously exaggerated strength. Wearing power armor is actually even more extreme than a Terminator.
His ability to persist through these dozens of rounds was entirely due to his fighting instincts and reaction skills honed over many years. "You failed as a Space Marine, and you failed even more as a Chapter Master! Look what your Chapter has become! They have no honor, like a pack of scavenging hyenas and vultures!"
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Soshyan did not continue the pursuit, but retreated and circled each other, like angry, caged animals.
But his verbal attacks never stopped for a moment. (Chat stream of the traditional martial arts of the Eleventh Legion)
“The Star Knights once had only a dozen warriors left, with almost nothing, but we have never abandoned our honor, and we will not plunder our brothers who died in battle. equipment, not to mention the lives of mortals.”
"Shut your hypocritical mouth!"
Hakob Welch roared, thrusting out his power sword, its reinforced blade surrounding a fierce disintegrating force field.
But his fierce attack was easily resolved by Soshyan turning sideways, and then Soshyan raised his arm and punched into the opponent's left shoulder pad.
With the terrifying collision sound, Hakob fell to the ground. When the Holy Flame Sword roared towards him, he instinctively blocked it with the weapon in his hand.
An energy explosion occurred when the conflicting force fields collided. The locked servo prevented the two warriors from being rushed away. Then Soshyan punched again, directly over the opponent's sword and hitting Hakob's helmet. side.
In an instant, the opponent's entire eyepiece was shattered.
Then, Soshyan stepped on his back with a heavy boot, thrust the weapon into the opponent's right leg, and skillfully twisted the hilt to tear the wound.
“Ahhh! You bastard!”
Hakob’s sword struck out sparks when he tried to cut off the Sheng Yan Sword, but Soshyan didn’t care and continued slowly. Rotating the weapon in his hand, although the decomposition field was turned off, the blade still penetrated deeply into the ceramic steel and pinned the opponent to the ground.
Seeing their chapter leader suffer such a loss, the malicious warriors became restless, and some even raised their weapons.
In response, the terminators of the Astral Knights also raised their long guns and short cannons, ready to evaporate those who dared to cause trouble at any time.
Soshiyang looked at a battle group leader struggling at his feet. He really wanted to kill the opponent with one sword.
When he first learned the news that the Third Company was attacked, he was angrier than anyone else. After all, Farzad was one of the few remaining brothers from Obsidian Fortress.
These people are despicable and cannot be called Space Marines at all.
But what will happen if you kill him?
Yes, this was a fight, and Soshyan had every reason to kill the other party, but this would inevitably attract the attention of the Inquisition and even all imperial agencies.
What the Legion needs most now is a period of peaceful development.
Personal emotions must never override the battle group and legion, Soshyan reminded himself, and then said in a deep voice:
"I can not kill you, but the weapons you steal must Give it back!”
Hakob Welch was stepped on the ground and groaned without replying, but the malicious warriors collectively turned their attention to the slanderers.
Facing the collective urging gazes of his brothers, Castor gritted his teeth and said sternly:
"Okay!"
With that said, they walked out of the queue and came to the front of the Astral Knights team. Twenty meters away, he threw all the looted equipment to the ground, then silently turned around and returned.
Soshiyang snorted, pulled out his sword and brought out a pool of blood.
"If you lose, then this matter ends here, and everyone will go their separate ways from now on."
(End of this chapter)