Lord Magyar, wearing a skeleton helmet, gave a brief introduction to himself, then raised his sickle into the air and drew a malicious arc, slashing towards the pile of chairs across the feet.
The sickle blade penetrated straight through the ground and burst into sparks on the stone slab below.
"If it's the loser's name, I'll forget it soon."
Tiberis's chain saw gloves were activated, the serrations were rotated in a low voice, and the barb blades on the back of his hand were lingering with malicious arcs.
"Same as me!"
Magyar laughed, pulled the scythe out of the ground and swirled it around his head, and the debris from the blade splashed around as he turned to face Taberis.
He then lowered his center of gravity and prepared for battle, lifted the Scythe of Death over his shoulder while moving the center of gravity to his legs placed behind him.
"But at least, you're a worthy opponent."
Tiberis stopped talking, clasped his hands vertically to his side, and stepped out his left leg to make a combat posture.
Then, he rushed forward at an extremely fast speed, raised his right arm over his head and slashed Lord Mazar directly, while his left arm remained in a contracted posture.
Such a giant sprinted astonishingly fast, and the momentum was simply a tank, and ordinary people probably didn't even have the courage to watch.
But Lord Magyar, as one of the best veterans in the Empire, had a rich experience and experience far above most soldiers - and this battle was related to honor.
He held the battle sickle in one hand, his movements as fast as the other party's.
In the blink of an eye, he swept the sickle forward and blocked the attack, and at the same time, his arm that was released was raised and smashed towards Taberis' chest.
Tiberis also hammered his left fist, and at the same time the sharp blade on the back of his hand suddenly popped forward half of the length.
But Magyar suddenly changed his move and twisted his arms back, then clasped the war sickle with both hands, and poked Taberis' side with his tail.
The man-eating shaking back under the heavy blow, then regained balance, and took Mazar's helmet with both arms left and right.
As his body rotated, Mazar swept across the sickle in his hand. At the same time, he used the power of the squirming shank to block the fist that was slashing towards his head.
When the battle became more and more intense, despite wearing heavy Terminator, it was still difficult for ordinary people to observe their movements with their naked eyes. The two soldiers almost turned into a phantom of fierce movements. The thrashing, chopping and thrusting were so ever-changing that it looked like a choreographed dance. The only thing that could be observed was the sparks burst out from the occasionally scythe blade hitting the power blade of the boxing glove.
Only the Space Marines present can truly see their every move.
Tiberis has the speed and strength that only Superman champions can have, while Magyar has an incredible response strategy and reaction, constantly pulling himself with the advantages of a long weapon to give him enough distance and detour space, and all kinds of ripped debris flying on their wounded armor.
When the two commanders drove each other back and forth in the open space, the brutal duel seemed to turn into a tug of war.
And just as the two commanders fought endlessly, the battle in the other place was changing rapidly—
“Too slow!”
Soshiyang waved the sword of his arm freely, deflecting the power blade of the malicious warrior.
Hakob Welch groaned, and the left side was briefly exposed by the dexterity of the man-eating shark. When he realized that Soshiyang's sword had approached his defensive gap, he could only choose to roll to the right in a very indecent manner, so that Soshiyang's sweep would only strike sparks on his shoulder armor.
Hucob is really depressed now. He thinks he has fought for more than 300 years and has defeated countless enemies and champions of all kinds, and has never been so embarrassed.
The Soshiyan in front of him was not only amazingly fast, but his power was even more exaggerated. He was actually even more excessive in wearing a power armor than the Terminator.
He was able to persist in these dozens of rounds entirely because of years of combat instinct and hardened reaction skills.
"You are very failed as a Space Marine, and even more failure as a battle captain! Look at what your battle team has become! They have no honor, just like a group of hyenas and vultures who eat rotten!"
Instead of continuing to pursue, Soshiyan pulled away and circled around each other, like angry animals locked in cages.
However, his verbal attacks never stopped for a moment. (The Eleventh Legion’s Traditional Martial Arts Chat Stream)
"The Knights of the Astral Realm used to be only twenty warriors left, almost nothing, but we have never abandoned our honor. We will not plunder the equipment of our brothers who died in battle, nor will we plunder the lives of mortals."
"Shut up your hypocritical mouth!"
Harcob Welch roared and stabbed his power sword, its reinforced blade surrounding the violent decomposition force field.
But his fierce attack was easily resolved by Soshiyang, and then Soshiyang 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, he instinctively blocked it with the weapon in his hand.
An energy explosion occurred when the conflicting force field collided, and the locked servo prevented the two soldiers from being washed away. Then Soshiyan punched another time, directly over the opponent's sword and smashed it on the side of Hakob's helmet.
In an instant, the other party's entire eyepiece shattered.
Then, Soshiyang stepped on his back with heavy boots, stabbed the weapon into the opponent's right leg, skillfully twisting the hilt of the sword and tearing the wound.
"Ahhhh! You're such a bastard!"
Hakob's sword cut out sparks when he tried to cut off the Holy Flame Sword, but Soshiyang didn't care at all and slowly rotated the weapon in his hand. Although he closed the decomposition force field, the blade still penetrated the pottery steel deeply and nailed the opponent to the ground.
Seeing that the commander of his battle team suffered such a loss, the malicious soldiers were restless, and some even raised their weapons.
In response, the Terminators of the Astral Knight also raised their spears and cannons in their hands, ready to evaporate those who dared to make trouble at any time.
Soshiyang looked at a battle leader struggling under his feet. He really wanted to kill the other party with one sword.
When he first learned of the attack on the third company, he was more angry than anyone else. After all, Falzade was the brother who walked out of the Obsidian Fortress who had few remaining.
These people are despicable and cannot be called Space Marines at all.
But what if I kill him?
Yes, this is a gladiator, and Soshiyan has every reason to kill the other party, but this will inevitably attract the attention of the Inquisition and even all imperial institutions.
What the Legion needs most now is a period of peaceful development.
Personal emotions must never be above the battle group and the legion. Soshiyang reminded himself in this way, and then said in a deep voice:
"I can't kill you, but the weapons you stolen must be returned!"
Hakob Welch was trampled on the ground and hummed and didn't reply, but the malicious warriors collectively turned their attention to the slanderers.
Facing the brothers' collective urging eyes, Castor gritted his teeth and said sternly:
"good!"
As they said that, they walked out of the queue and came to the front of the Astral Knights' team twenty meters, threw all the looted equipment on the ground, and then turned around and returned silently.
Soshiyang snorted, drew out his sword and brought out a bunch of blood.
"You lose, so that's the end of this matter, and everyone will go aside in the future."