Ustad slashed at the other party's head, but the other party immediately blocked it with a shield. The steel collided with the steel, and Minotao's commander broke the deadlock without much effort.
He then slashed at the other party's chest with another sword, but the blade only carved a trace on it - Ustad realized that he underestimated the defense of the Underworld Terminator.
Just when Ustad failed to attack, the opponent was not idle either. He took the opportunity to swing the war hammer and drilled it into the hilt of Ustad's sword with one force.
The thunderous attack did not hit directly. Although Ustad had already withdrawn his hand in time, he was still hit by the hilt of the sword.
In an instant, he lost control of the sword, and then Minotao's commander kicked Ustad towards the arch wall and slapped him in the chest with a backhand.
Ustad struggled to block the sword, but his sword was immediately burned to black by the anxious blow, and the blade was like a canyon tearing apart on the surface of the planet, and it seemed that Rand had hit him head-on.
"Repent, traitor."
Terminator stepped forward and raised the hammer again, but he did not notice the weird smile under Ustad's helmet and the grey veins that quickly climbed up his cheeks from his neck.
At some point, the Terminator felt that his soul seemed to fall into an ice cave, and his actions became slow.
Then Ustad rushed to the heavy tower shield, and his handguard grabbed the edge of the shield.
Minotao's commander wanted to retract the shield, but found that his arms, including the shield, seemed to be stuck.
At this moment of stalemate, the blade surrounding the arc cut across the fragile neck.
The blade never paused, as if it had just streaked through the air.
When Ustad let go, the huge head fell to one side and the body fell to the other side.
"Feel sorry."
Ustad only had to take a breath, and the remaining two Terminators became furious and shot wildly at Ustad.
In desperation, he grabbed the shield on the corpse's hand and quickly retreated.
Just then he caught a glimpse of a moving figure moving across the edge of his sight.
Robin, holding two swords, rushed straight towards one Terminator, whose comrades submerged the other with plasma and hot-melting flames.
Ustad had heard of Robin's swordsmanship, even better than many veterans. Some said he was a genius, and some said he was too arrogant, but no matter what, rushing straight towards a furious terminator did not seem to be a good choice.
But he did it anyway.
Robin, wearing armored fingers, held the hilt tightly, raising his will to his limit.
In that brief moment, Thor's words appeared in his mind again.
"Robin, you are so confident in your swordsmanship, but you are afraid of your own spiritual cracks. I don't want you to repeat someone's mistakes, so when you fight, you have to forget yourself, forget your glory and the pride of your opponent, and everything about you is only the killing in front of you."
Robin rushed forward and approached the Terminator. The opponent swung his fist in anger. He moved quickly, blocking the blow on the left with his sword, and then slamming to the right.
Blocking the opponent's arm, Robin rotated in place, and used his sword blade to split the explosive bomb on the opponent's arm.
"die!"
The two of them roared at the same time, and the Terminator pressed down like a mountain, and his arms were straightened to Robin's head.
Robin moved back a little, then cut the sharp sword blade of his left hand towards the opponent's fragile armpit, forcing the opponent to retract his arm, and the sword in his right hand poked out like a poisonous snake, piercing a point on the attacker's waist.
Then he slid back, avoided the heavy hammer, turned around and pulled out the sword.
Then he was under his armpit. This time his sword directly opened the weak point of the armor, hit the target, and headed deep into the ground.
Robin did not hesitate—he began his carving as the tip of the sword penetrated deep.
Blood poured on him, and the other party's right arm fell down
Robin suddenly pulled out his sword, and whirled behind the other party, poured his feet hard, and stabbed it at the other party's knee, forcing the huge Terminator to kneel down.
In the blink of an eye, his next slash cut off the other hand from his elbow.
"Robin, enough."
Bahram's voice suddenly rang, and Robin snorted lightly.
"Your head is the spoil I deserve."
The Terminator stood tremblingly, refusing to fall due to his strong belief and stubbornness.
"For...for the Emperor..."
The next second, two interlaced swords cut off his head from his neck like scissors.
Seeing that the commander was killed, the remaining Minotao warrior and the last terminator did not fight to the end, but quickly withdrew from the battlefield and gave up the bridge.
"Bahram, you take people to the teleportation room. They are retreating now. You can't let them destroy the teleportation before leaving. The other two teams go to the power chamber and the Star Hall."
Controlling the bridge only initially controls the warships. They must master all the key parts to control the entire warship. Falzad's company has controlled the engine room, power chamber, and armory, but there are still many places that have not yet been controlled.
However, before departure, Ustad said something to Bahram in private.
"Bahram, my performance disappoints me, but Armin strongly recommends you as the captain, and I can't say anything, but you must be clear about your responsibilities. Being ruthless to the enemy is cruel to your comrades. I hope you can understand your position."
Thinking of these words, Bahram felt a little heavy inside, but he quickly put aside these emotions and moved forward with determination.
After Zod was injured and temporarily lost his combat power, only eight of his ten men were left, but it was enough.
According to the scan of the Toubuyi, most of the Minotaur warriors have left the warship through the life-saving shuttle and the teleportation room.
Through the visual pattern on his helmet, the smoky environment was no problem for him, and the winding walkways had no mystery to him.
He moved forward almost by memory, because the Cryer had already given the structural diagram of the Storm Daughter to the Astral Knight in advance. Although Minotao had made some defensive transformations, the warship was built by the wisdom contained in the standardized construction template held by the Holy Mechanics, and the main roads would not deviate too much.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! As he marched, the power sword kept running, and the other hand raised the blaster. The emerald green picture was projected on his helmet goggles, capturing details on the walls, walkways, and traces of thermal energy in his footprints.
"Bird Buyi?"
He called Haumor.
“No response.”
Haumo shook his head and replied:
"There are hot signals of footprints everywhere, and the cabin in front should be the center point."
"In the name of the emperor, advance."
At this time, Robin in the team took off his helmet, and even in the darkness, he still believed in his five senses.
He is an Astarte, and that's how he does things.
Soon, Robin learned more about the details of his surroundings. His senses were no longer bound by a helmet. Even with the benefits of strengthening the senses, the helmet was not a perfect alternative to perception.
Not long after, he caught a trace of holy oil, something Astarte often used to maintain armor.
Their armor has not been maintained for several days, and the smell of holy oil has long since disappeared.
Then there is only one possibility.
Robin entered the cabin with hatred, and the plasma pistol that Thor gave him was raised high.
Several Minotao's tactics were waiting behind the bunker at the entrance of the dark cabin. When the Knights of the Astral Realm entered the trap, they suddenly jumped out, holding battle axes and sharp blades.
Haumo was the first to hit the target, and his hot melt gun directly wrapped in flames and penetrated a Minotao warrior's chest.
At the same time, Robin also swung his sword to slash an opponent holding a chainsaw axe on the right. The moment he cut off the opponent's wrist, he passed through the bone and stabbed into the soft tissue in the brain.
The two teams began to fight in the darkness, and both sides were evenly matched in all aspects, but the advantage of the Star Knights in numbers was soon revealed.