Chapter 1585: Strength Gap
Wearing a decent clerical nun's robe, Veronica tiptoed to a bench by the wall and sat down. Some soldiers noticed her, but everyone thought she was The reporter didn't take it seriously either.
At this time, Veronica discovered another mortal in the shadow against the wall more than 20 meters away.
Wearing a black close-fitting dress and a black gauze hat, Elena almost blended into the shadow. When Veronica looked at her, she also turned to look at each other, and the two looked at each other. None of his gazes could be called friendly.
Suddenly, a burst of noise caused them to turn their heads at the same time and look towards the gladiatorial platform.
Seth had picked up a training executioner's chainsword from the weapons rack, a massive weapon usually wielded by the Order of Sisters, while Soshyan first grasped a spear, but ended up choosing A two-handed power sword used for training, as the weapon rack slowly rose, the gladiatorial battle officially began, and the surroundings fell into silence for an instant.
“With His blood, I will win!”
With a roar, Seth wielded a huge chain sword and slashed at Soshyan like a crazy beast, even if it was ritualistic In the gladiatorial battle, the chapter leader seemed to be giving his all, regardless of whether it would hurt his opponent.
But in Soshiyang's eyes, this was an impulsive attack without any preparation, and he had enough time to avoid it.
With a sound like a sack being torn apart, the blade in Seth's hand cut through the floor made of high-strength alloy, splashing a string of sparks. His actual speed was faster than Soshyan expected. A lot, almost hitting him and making him more cautious.
Avoiding the chain saw, Soshyan retreated calmly, then stepped out with his right foot. The giant sword was directly parallel to his line of sight, and he swung it out a second later, smashing the blade that Seth had just raised aside.
But Soshyan did not pursue, but put up a defensive posture. Seth attacked his throat again. Soshyan dodged and fought back, danced his sword with both hands, and slashed diagonally at the opponent's next sword pass, continuously Interrupted Seth's offensive twice.
In the back-and-forth defense and counterattack, neither chapter leader seemed to have the possibility of defeating the other and winning, but the experienced veterans present could see that Soshiyang was at ease and a bit reckless. Meaning, even if Seth tried his best, he couldn't break through Soshyan's blade barrier.
Both sides have reached a point of difference.
"Don't insult my honor! Chapter Master Soshyan!"
Seth, who also realized this, roared angrily and launched an almost crazy offensive. Every blow was fatal. This was beyond the scope of gladiatorial combat. The warriors in the audience had already begun to whisper, and Veronica also frowned. Brows, he whispered displeasedly:
“Where did the barbarians come from?”
The strong frustration caused Seth to fall into a slight frenzy, and his hands danced like the wind. The chain sword slashed hard at the opponent's head, neck, waist and other parts. If it was hit hard, it would be almost fatal, but every time it was blocked by the opponent.
This made him even more frantic, and his vision gradually became blurred, and he began to chant unconsciously -
"I am anger, I am death."
Seth felt as if his limbs were on fire, pushing him towards his enemy.
He didn't care about the scratches carved by his opponent's sword on his armor, and continued to launch fierce attacks with an almost life-for-life momentum, forcing the opponent to constantly shift positions.
"My wrath has no mercy!"
Ten more steps and he would have cornered the man, his hands tearing him out as he tore through his armor of internal organs.
“My blade does not know——”
The next second something invisible struck Seth in the chest, knocking him to the ground.
The Chapter Master of the Flesh Tearers groaned and raised his head, blinking hard to clear his vision, the analgesic flooding his body doing nothing to quell the searing pain in his skull.
Then he felt someone tap him on the face.
"Brother Seth? Brother Seth? Are you okay?"
Seth shook his head, and then his consciousness gradually came to his senses. When he realized that he almost went crazy in the arena At that moment, I suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
He felt like his heart was beating in his chest like the pistons of a huge engine. The smell of spilled blood filled his senses, and a boiling darkness enveloped his mind, threatening his restraint.
Seth struggled to stand up, but almost slipped. Fortunately, Soshyan caught his shoulder in time.
Then Soshyan heard Seth holding on to his shoulders and gasping for breath, lowering his head and praying softly:
"Emperor and Holy Father, please protect me with your mercy and justice. The hellfire burns away my bloodthirsty, please keep me away from the darkness of my soul."
Soshiyan said with a smile:
"It's okay, brother Seth."
As Soshyan said, Seth gradually got rid of the dark haze, and then looked at the slight depression in his chest. Apparently Soshyan still stopped at that moment Otherwise, he would definitely be able to split his own armor. He let go of Soshyan's shoulders, took a step back, and threw away the weapon with a gasp.
"Brother Soshyan, you win."
Soshyan also threw away his weapon, then stepped forward and hugged Seth gently. The next moment there was warm applause and cheers, especially from the recruits.
"Hey! Chapter leader, we love you so much——!!!"
Everyone can see clearly that Soshiyang subdued the crazy Seth with almost one move. There is not much difference in strength between them. It goes without saying.
The next step is a grand banquet.
Feasting has always been an important part of Space Marine culture. Although they are ascetics on weekdays, sumptuous banquets will be held on major occasions and after victory.
The monastery of the Astral Knights welcomed so many Space Marines for the first time. The number of White Templars, Astral Knights and a small number of Flesh Tearers exceeded a thousand.
To this end, the battle group used more than 10,000 servants and servitors, more than ten tons of wine, and several tons of various vegetables, fruits and meats. The entire monastery fortress was almost awake all night, and Soshyan actually intended to use this method. The activities diluted the sadness in the hearts of the White Templar warriors.
After all, the Si people are gone, and they will have to face more intense and cruel battles in the future.
The banquet lasted until after three o'clock in the morning. When Soshyan returned to the bedroom smelling of alcohol, he immediately smelled a familiar fragrance. He remembered seeing Veronica several times during the banquet, but The other party did not bother me.
Maybe she has fallen asleep?
But after hearing the clear footsteps, Soshyan knew that the other party was not asleep.
As expected, less than thirty seconds after he returned to the bedroom, Veronica walked out of the secret door, but her appearance was——
“Uh, what is this?”
Recovering her spirit Veronica, who is in her tribal form, is inexplicably wearing a nun's uniform, but this nun's uniform is a bit wrong. It looks a bit too thin, and the slits on both sides of her thighs are too high. In addition, the white silk stockings are What's the situation, and what is the black tether on the crotch? It's just a white breast cover that looks the most normal, but it's a little too transparent. As for the black gauze on the head, it can be ignored.
Under this kind of dress that mixes blasphemy and immorality, Veronica’s unabashed beauty made Soshyan take a gentle breath. Every time he could find something about her. This aspect is worthy of his appreciation again. The exquisite face and facial features are more perfect than any artist's works carved from the best marble. The gentle eyes are shining with emotional light, and the pointed ears and nun's clothes are even more perfect. It has a weird sense of dislocation, but after looking at it for a long time, it seems to fit perfectly.
Veronica is beautiful, but her beauty has also become a punishment for Soshyan to a certain extent.
When the other party came with elegant steps, the crisp sound of high heels tapping the ground was similar to the roar of explosive bombs in Soshiyang's ears -
just as scary.
"Does it look strange? Didn't you say that the group should wear more formal clothes?"
Veronica stopped in front of Soshyan and was covered by the white silk The slender legs tightly wrapped in stockings were perfectly displayed before his eyes - fat-free and straight legs with a hazy halo like jade in the night.
Then she turned around in a circle, and then looked at Soshyan.
"Isn't a nun's uniform informal enough?"
"No, who told you that nuns dress like this?"
Veronica turned her hand, and a book appeared. Shi Yang took it and looked at it, and immediately frowned.
“Do the Omnissian Sisters dream of binary fish? What kind of cult is this? Where did you get it?”
“I searched for nuns on the information shopping platform of the hive city and found the most nuns. This is it.”
"Tsk——"
Soshiyang didn't know what to say for a while, but his attitude made Veronica a little angry.
“Huh, if you don’t like it, I’ll change it——Yeah!”
Veronica just turned around when a thick arm suddenly wrapped around her slender waist from behind. , and dragged her to the bed with a coquettish cry——
(End of this chapter)