The Magyar lord, who was wearing a skull helmet, briefly introduced himself, then raised his scythe into the air to draw a vicious arc, slashing at a pile of chairs lying horizontally 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 has been activated, the saw teeth are spinning with a low roar, and the barbed blade on the back of his hand is filled with malicious arcs of electricity.
"same as me!"
Magyar laughed, pulling the scythe out of the ground and spinning it over his head, debris from the blade flying around as he turned to face Tiberius.
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 soldier in the empire, has far more experience and experience than most soldiers - 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.
Tiberius also punched out his left fist, and at the same time, the sharp blade on the back of his hand suddenly jumped 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 sickle handle to ward off 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 turned into a shadow of ferocious movements, beating, slashing and thrusting in such an ever-changing manner.
, 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.
Every strike of Tiberius carries the speed and power that only a superhuman champion can possess, while Mazar has incredible coping strategies and reactions, constantly using the longer advantage of the weapon to create enough distance and detour space for himself.
, all kinds of lifted debris flying 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.
And while the two chapter leaders were fighting endlessly, the battle in another place was changing rapidly——
"too slow!"
Soshyan swung the sword of his arm freely, deflecting the malicious warrior's power blade.
Jacob Welch groaned, and his left side was briefly exposed due to the man-eating shark's deft block. When he realized that Soshyan's sword had approached his defensive gap, he could only choose to attack in a very unsightly way.
Rolling to the right, Soshyan's counterattack only caused sparks on 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 his strength is outrageously exaggerated. He is actually even more powerful than a Terminator wearing power armor.
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, they are like a pack of scavenging hyenas and vultures!"
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 traditional martial arts of the 11th Legion)
"There were once only a dozen warriors left in the Astral Knights, with almost nothing left. However, we have never abandoned our honor. We will not plunder the equipment of our brothers who died in battle, let alone the lives of mortals."
"Shut your hypocritical mouth!"
Jacob Welch roared and thrust out his power sword, its reinforced blade surrounded by a fierce disintegrating force field.
But his fierce attack was easily resolved by Soshyan turning sideways, and then Soshyan raised his arm and punched 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 the side of Hakob's helmet.
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 used a skillful twist of the handle to tear open the wound.
"Ahhh! You bastard!"
Hakob's sword cut out sparks when he tried to cut off the Sheng Yan Sword, but Soshyan didn't care and still slowly rotated the weapon in his hand. Although the decomposition field was turned off, the blade still penetrated deeply.
He grabbed the ceramite and nailed 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 spears and 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 him with one sword.
When he first heard the news that the Third Company was attacked, he was angrier than anyone else. After all, there were not many brothers left in Farzad who had come out of the 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 don't have to kill you, but the weapons you stole must be returned!"
Jacob 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 glances of his brothers, Castor gritted his teeth and said sternly:
"good!"
With that said, they walked out of the queue, came twenty meters in front of the Astral Knights, threw all the looted equipment to the ground, and then turned back silently.
Soshyan snorted softly, 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."