"I'm afraid you can do this not through your own strength, right?"
Huron had hitherto been careful not to let anger mar his tone, but when he mentioned that group, his voice sounded like it was soaked with poison.
"I'm curious, how much money did you spend to bribe those wild dogs of the Eighth Legion, Chapter Commander Soshyan?"
Seeing Huron's slightly annoyed look, Soshyan actually had to force himself not to show any pleasure.
Well, to be honest, he was actually happy.
"Buy? Do you think you need it? Maybe they just want me to chop off your head, or maybe all your men expect so. After all, who likes to serve a paraplegic leader?"
Soshyan's words made Huron smile again.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you are the loudest Imperial Chapter Leader I have ever seen. If I had someone like you on my side in Badab, I might not have needed to take action. After all, your mouth can defeat those...
Imperial bureaucracy.”
Soshyan scoffed at this.
"Okay, let me introduce my warriors."
Huron said with irresistible arrogance, pointing his hand at the group of soldiers behind him.
But the scraping sound of Soshyan's boot soles against the ground interrupted his speech.
"That's not necessary. I don't care about the names of your slaves. You asked to meet with me. Now that we have met, what are you going to say?"
This angered the red pirates, and a soldier stepped forward, breaking their unequal formation.
He was wearing a purple and red armor, which looked very inconsistent.
"I'm not a slave!"
He spat at Soshyan.
"You weren't even a sperm when we were fighting on the battlefield, kid!"
Soshyan squinted his eyes and looked away from Huron.
"One of your dogs is crying. I think you should get a better whip to discipline them."
With a simple gesture, Huron ordered the warrior to return to his ranks, and the warrior hesitantly obeyed.
"Before formal negotiations, would you like to enjoy the opening ceremony?"
Soshyan didn't realize what the other party was talking about at first, and it wasn't until Talos reminded him via communication that he realized that Huron was referring to a popular ritual among Chaos warbands, in which their respective members first let go of each other before starting a war or diplomatic activities.
The warband champion duels alone.
In fact, this tradition also exists in the loyal Astartes Chapter.
After all, to the Astartes, reputation is everything, and no currency is worth as much as reputation.
Originally, Soshyan planned to reject this opinion with a smile, but when Sol spoke to him, he immediately nodded in agreement.
The Wailers didn't know what was going on, but they hadn't entered the Star Castle yet. He had to wait a little longer.
"It's up to you, among the heroes hiding in your shadow, who will come out to challenge you?"
The warrior who had spoken before immediately stepped out of the queue, and Huron gave a brief introduction.
This man's name is Ulminsk. After the Horus Heresy, he became known to many warbands as the swordsman of the Third Legion. He once had a small warband, but he lost it in a certain conflict.
After all, Huron finally took him in.
The rays of the strangled stars shone on his bright plastic armor, which was decorated with many carefully decorated jewels and peeled off delicate baby skin.
There is a purple slit on the visor of the swordsman's old-fashioned helmet, from which a faint light emits.
Then, Ulminsk drew out a gorgeous power sword, which had the same metallic tone as his armor, and waved his sword in greeting to Soshyan. A delicate sound came from under the grille visor of the crested helmet.
sound.
"Who is planning to come and die?"
The soldiers behind Soshyan immediately chatted in low voices.
They all wanted to participate in this duel, but when Thor stepped forward, everyone fell silent, because everyone knew that no swordsman among the Astral Knights was more deadly than him.
Thor was about to draw his long sword, but Soshiyang's raised arm blocked his progress.
"I don't want to waste the time of my strongest warrior yet."
Soshyan's tone was full of contempt.
"Brother Charles, aren't you?"
Even though he was wearing a helmet, Talos blinked at Soshyan in surprise.
"brother?"
Soshyan pointed to the tall figure towering over Ulminsk.
"kill him."
He has his own plan. Although Thor must really want to kill the traitor, as both swordsmen of the Third Legion, the opponent will definitely be aware of Thor and Lu Shu during the fight.
At the moment, he has no intention of exposing Thor's identity, let alone exposing him in front of traitors.
Then there was only Talos, and he was not very confident that other warriors could defeat this champion of chaos - Armin was still too young, and Mark was better at battlefield command and decision-making, not a duelist.
Sol's breath, which was stopped by Soshyan, was hidden in his whisper, which sounded slightly dissatisfied.
He really wanted to fight this duel and wanted his sword to be stained with blood, but he was a rational person after all, and he immediately understood Soshyan's intentions and obeyed the other party's will.
As a result, everyone in the Astral Knights focused their attention on Talos.
"All right."
At this point, Talos had no choice.
"Who is this?"
Huron looked curiously at Talos who walked out of the queue. From the way this man walked, he always felt that something was wrong.
It seems... quite familiar?
"I am--"
"Charlos, the think tank of our Chapter."
As soon as Soshyan's words came out, Huron immediately made a sound of surprise, and so did Ulminsk, but Talos felt like he was about to vomit blood.
What is this? He felt that Soshyan was teasing him.
"In that case, let's add another rule: no witchcraft is allowed."
Huron's smile was like a knife's edge.
"Okay, let's talk with the sword."
Soshyan waved his hand and agreed calmly. Talos was not sure whether the cheap chapter leader above him was planning to kill someone with a borrowed knife.
The prophet stepped forward and drew his power sword. The silver blade was dyed violet under the dim light of the lighting ball above his head.
The swordsman of the Third Legion said nothing as he returned the salute to Ulminsk.
As the two gradually approached, Huron suddenly spoke again:
"Ulminsk has killed fifty-four warriors with swords in one-on-one duels. How many more have you killed, Think Tank?"
"never."
Talos answered softly, and the red pirate burst into laughter.
Ulminsk ignored this and quickly took charge with his sword. The unformed devil's claws caressed his armor. On the mask made of purple gemstones on his chest, the eyeless eyes stared coldly.
The painful spirit surrounded his own head, like a crown radiating a bleak dark light.