"What's wrong? Are you, the puppet emperor's lackey, afraid of shedding a little blood?"
Morinit gave Soshyan a cruel and sharp smile. They stood in the center of the battlefield. The roars and roars of weapons that echoed in the previous battle had gone away. Now there were only lying corpses and people watching the battle around them.
The heartbeat of soldiers.
The Blood Bronze Claw war gang is finished, and Morinite no longer has any illusions, but if he can behead the pseudo-emperor lackey in front of him who should be the company commander or even a higher level, then he will serve the Blood God's last mission.
Drink food.
After the brief confrontation just now, he had confirmed that the ones who ambushed them were a group of new recruits. If it were a group of veterans, they would probably take away everyone in the Blood Bronze Claw war gang with zero casualties.
But their number is too small, even a group of new recruits is enough.
The unnatural air in the starport intensified the silent noise, as if even the surrounding winds were fighting and dying.
Soshyan didn't answer, he just stared at the other person as motionless as a statue.
Morinite even had some doubts about whether the opponent was already dead, but he quickly put aside this idea and felt the slight vibration from the opponent's armor and tasted the spicy smell emitted from the reaction backpack.
He heard the unexpectedly calm heartbeat of the big man, and the subtle sound coming from the visor of the Mark-style helmet.
No, not dead, just a bad attitude.
Morinite pulled a skull from his waist and threw it directly towards Soshyan.
The opponent's hands were as fast as lightning, and he caught the skull in time before being hit in the face. Then his only response was to crush the pale bones in his hands, and then opened his fist to let the bone fragments fall from his fingers.
"Hey."
Morinette let out a barking laugh.
"That's ridiculous. I thought you were ignoring me on purpose."
Then, Soshiyang's voice came out from the helmet loudspeaker, with a deep tone.
"traitor."
Morinite tilted his head. The other person's voice was soft compared to the many Astartes he met. When those guys met them, they either cursed or were angry. It was quite rare for someone to speak so calmly.
Soshyan stared at the son of Angron, his eyes swept over the reliefs on the red ceramics, and the scene he witnessed on the New Pharos flashed by.
The number on the temperature detector began to plummet, but Soshyan felt no chill, only cold anger rolling inside him.
"Won't you change some words?"
Morinette whistled:
"Look what the empire has made of you? A bunch of idiots, the type who can't even speak properly."
Soshyan pointed his sword at the World Eater.
"At least we will not wield our swords against our blood brothers. What happened on Istvan III will be your eternal shame."
In order to understand the history of the Legion, Soshyan often spent whole days in the archives, especially the history and secrets of the Great Crusade era.
Morinite clenched his fists, and the other person's words were like venomous thorns piercing his brain. He could feel the light around him dimming, the voices in his head gradually getting louder, and the wailing sounds like a noisy swarm of locusts.
He needed to kill this gullible guy, and he needed to kill him now.
"That's right."
The World Eater sighed, not like a chuckle or a roar, and then a harsh sound filled with anger came from the helmet.
He pressed a rune on the ax handle, and the weapon motor that was injected with life spit out black smoke. Two rows of staggered single-molecule saw teeth began to bite the air. All structures were designed to dismember flesh and blood more effectively.
"Celebrate your final moments, and then let the Blood God's Hounds gnaw at your soul for eternity."
"All traitors will die in disgrace."
People began to circle, and Morinit took long strides, swinging the battle ax casually in front of him, observing everything about Soshyan with his eyes.
This guy's steady footwork, the angle of his body, his breathing and reflexes are all at the level of an elite veteran.
Before the swords crossed each other, Morinite knew that his opponent was quite good, and that he was calm and thoughtful. He did not attack rashly because of his random temptation, which made him wonder whether this guy was a new recruit.
This thought lasted no more than one heartbeat.
The World Eater roared from deep in his chest and raised his ax over his shoulder to strike at Soshyan.
"Blood Sacrifice to the Blood God!!!!!!"
Soshyan took a step back, swept away the ax body with the edge of his sword, and at the same time, sidestepped past the screaming saw teeth.
But Morinit was worthy of being a veteran of many battles. With his rich experience, he hit the chain ax on Soshyan's blade with a backhand blow. The opponent immediately felt a shuddering impact on his shoulders, and the sword in his hand was almost knocked away.
Soshyan once again distanced himself from the opponent, but the World Eaters did not intend to give him any openings, and continued to approach, suppressing Soshyan with a series of slashes and slashes.
The chapter leader of the Astral Knights dodged left and right, only raising his sword to block as a last resort. After each collision, more metal fragments and saw teeth were scattered around them.
Morinit's strategy was simple: first defeat Soshyan's weapons, and then defeat Soshyan himself.
If an ax and a sword were to confront each other head-on, the latter would definitely suffer.
"Humph!"
The slash aimed at Soshiyang's throat knocked him back a step. He quickly tried to force the opponent back with his sword, but the World Eater did not retreat. Instead, he rushed forward and punched Soshiyang, forcing Soshiyang to twist.
Move your body to avoid.
However, his sword still thrust out, and the tip of the sword pierced the World Eater's crown, cutting off the blood god's symbol carved in dark bronze in a string of sparks.
Soshyan withdrew his sword and then slashed at the armor on his opponent's neck. The World Eater's battle ax immediately slapped it away, and then roared and swung the ax towards Soshyan's abdomen.
At this time, Soshyan's body temperature had dropped to 20 degrees Celsius. Instead of stiffening, his movements became faster and faster. Gray veins in the visor covered his face. If he took off the helmet at this time, he would definitely be very angry.
Horrible.
Soshyan held his breath and tilted the sword so that the saw teeth and the blade intersected.
Then, the two duelists were bathed in sparks, their weapons clenching together.
Suddenly, Morinite used a headbutt, knocking Soshyan off balance and almost unable to dodge the blow aimed at his head from above.
He struck back at the opponent's neck, but was blocked by the World Eater's arm armor. Morinite blocked the blade and pushed Soshyan away.
The World Eater stirred up his chainsaw, his calm pretense gone, he was lost in the song of the Butcher's Nails, his brain implant painfully pushing him deeper and deeper into the fury of the berserker.
Soshyan could also see that convulsions and tremors had spread throughout the World Eater's body, the chainsaw ax handle creaked, and the strength of the World Eater's grip on the weapon even left dents on the plastic steel.
Fury clouded his mind, and everything else was drowned by the wave of bloodlust.
Soshyan also rushed out, the blade of his sword was so fast that he couldn't even catch up with his eyes.
His sword slashed and thrust, and the World Eaters danced with their axes.
The two sides fought together again with their fierce momentum and ferocious movements, which stunned the surrounding recruits.
In the end, everything ended with the sword cutting into the World Eater's armor, shining like diamonds.
When the decomposing stance gnaws at ceramics and plastic steel, sparks fly out, instantly lighting up the duel.