In the training ground of the monastery fortress, there was a lively scene, with the soldiers sweating profusely and carrying out daily training.
More than a year has passed since the last deployment of the battle group. In the rare "free" time, every soldier is working hard to hone his skills, because everyone knows that the war will never go away.
"You first."
Armin took up his stance and held Wall's sword away.
"It will take some time for you to get used to this new hand."
Vol on the opposite side nodded cordially. His previously severed hand had been replaced with a brand new mechanical prosthesis. This was nothing to the Astartes, but it still took time to adapt.
The training here is mainly to help him adapt to his mechanical prosthesis as soon as possible.
"Then I'll do it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wall turned sharply and threw Armin's sword aside.
They almost collided with each other. Armin quickly took a few steps back, then swung his sharp blade to the side, blocking the blow to his abdomen in time.
Wall quickly followed up and lunged forward.
Their swords met, collided and came together again.
When Armin turned around, spun, jumped, and stabbed, his sword flew up and down along with it.
He does not consider himself a swordsman, which is actually true, although his swordsmanship is relatively outstanding among many warriors.
But they all want to be like Thor, reaching a fatal harmony between form and function - knowing exactly which part to hit will be maiming or fatal.
This topic is still unknown to most of the current Astral Knight warriors.
After a few rounds of sword fighting, Armin decided to try his newly acquired sword skills.
He took a few steps back, pulled out the second long sword from his waist and touched the first one.
"Wal, be careful."
None of them wore power armor, only training uniforms, so injuries were inevitable during training, and Armin could not guarantee that his new swordsmanship would be perfect.
"Maybe I should say thank you."
Wall smiled when he heard it, bared his teeth, and then strode forward, his sword whistling across.
Armin's double swords blocked the heavy blow, forcing it to stop.
"You're welcome."
Armin smiled slightly, and kept swinging his swords from left to right to the middle, like a rapidly rotating sawtooth.
Wall was suppressed and could only block with his sword and kept retreating.
When the two swords fell for the fifteenth time, Wall could no longer block it, and the sword in his hand was knocked to the ground.
Before he rolled to the side and was about to pick up the sword, Armin rushed over with a sudden stride.
The two collided violently, and Wall lost control of his sword again.
Wall quickly retreated, and at this moment his foot was hit hard by something inexplicable? Then he lost his balance and knelt down on one foot.
When he raised his head, the tip of the blade was already at his throat? Armin looked down at him.
"Captain? You learned well, you have to teach me some other time."
Armin smiled and picked up Wall's sword with the other sword in his hand, then threw it in front of the opponent.
"Before we talk about that? Let's finish our fight first."
Wall hesitated for a moment, then bent down and picked up his sword.
When he stood up, a sound suddenly came from the entrance of the training ground.
"Your Majesty, brothers, all eyes are on me? Look at me, look at me? I have an announcement."
Farzad suddenly rushed in, raising his hands. For a moment, the soldiers who were training put down their weapons and looked at him curiously.
"We're going to have a new battleship!"
"What did I think it was?"
Armin, who was training in swordsmanship, sneered and threw the weapon to Wall who was standing aside.
"You just know this?"
"I knew it earlier, what am I saying? The Unbound Soul has been repaired."
"Oh, this is new news."
Armin was a little surprised.
"It's only been 8 months."
"That's what the Chaplain said anyway? He also said that the Chapter Master should take care of some things."
Hearing that Farzad was looking for Soshyan, Armin pouted at the other fans at the training ground.
"He's in there."
Farzad nodded and walked towards the door
The training cage he occupies is as big as a cabin? The combat deck is covered with a sandy floor? The deck is covered with micropores.
This is a vast space, with numbered doors hiding the entrance to the battle servant mechanical maintenance area.
There are no spectators or assistants here, and there are no other fighters to fight with. Soshyan is left alone here, with the machine and his personal thoughts.
He circled a huge fighting machine, grinning approvingly at its ferocious power.
Its broad plastic steel shoulders present a fortress-like wall in front of it, and its huge arms are powerful enough to crush rocks. Although so much metal makes it look dull, this is not the case.
A powerful engine is enough to power a heavy-duty machine, while the machine's plastic-steel casing protects the flexible metal fibers and shrinking pistons.
Correspondingly, Soshyan did not wear power armor, but a modified set of restrained heavy exoskeleton armor.
This is a request put forward by Savita. It can simulate the mechanical resistance of the Terminator in the most realistic way, and this exoskeleton armor also strengthens the weight - although it only has the simplest metal muscle fibers, it cannot provide termination.
It doesn’t have the surging motivation, but it is an excellent training tool for novices.
As Sevatar said, when he can move with difficulty in the mire, he can move through the air like flying.
In order to provide Soshyan with a suitable training opponent, Savita also asked Loken to transform a replica of a castle-level combat robot into a killing machine specializing in close combat.
Although this was Loken's first large-scale combat robot, he still handed it over "reluctantly" under the "persuasion" of the Prince of Crows.
Therefore, it replaced Sevita as Soshyan's daily sparring partner.
On its body, the scars left during the last training are still vivid in its mind, and the square fingers on its huge palm still have scratch marks. Deep inside its body, there is still a qualified machine soul: for
A program shaped by combat and possessing various combat arts.
The coloring of this machine adds black and white distinguishing stripes to the dark orange tone of civilian heavy machinery. This is the entire difference between it and a real war weapon.
Soshyan only looked slightly dwarfed in front of it.
"Start the training routine and be as aggressive as possible."
The hidden machine heard his words and adjusted its program.
"Unlock the fourth-level insurance and allow basic damage."
As the training machine made adjustments, Soshyan began to pace around it.
He was holding a preliminary modified chain saw halberd in his hand, spinning it while pacing.
Sevita personally felt that wearing a Terminator and using long weapons was more convenient. This concept was also accepted by Soshyan, so when he was learning the control skills of the Terminator, he also imitated Sevita's fighting style.
The chain saw halberd that really belongs to him is still being further debugged by Rogris, and he is currently using it only as a training weapon.