Jacob's hot breath could almost hit Herbert's face.
"Go on, you incestuous idiot, I will use your blood as battle paint on my body in the next period of time, so that everyone will know that my dagger dug out a humble heart."
With a cold snort, Herbert wrapped up his resentment in a disguise of tranquility.
"You are just a bastard who doesn't know where you came from. You think you are a real warrior and can only bluff in front of others. It is purely your good luck that you can survive to this day, Jacob, but your luck will run out.
It will be used up.”
Jacob looked at the other person coldly, and suddenly, he remembered a face that was very similar to this person.
"I see."
He lowered his voice and squeezed out the sentence almost word by word.
"That guy who was as weak as a chicken, was your brother? I'm sorry that I chopped off six of his fingers before he died."
"You hive bitch!!"
Herbert finally couldn't control his emotions. He roared and threw himself forward.
The two of them first collided hard, hitting each other's faces with their fists, and then fell to the ground at the same time.
Herbert took half a step back to avoid Jacob's blade, then with a sharp wave of his hand, he cut off a piece of meat from the opponent's shoulder.
In retaliation, Jacob endured the severe pain. When the opponent tried to break away, he turned around and struck with an elbow and a roundhouse kick. He kicked the opponent hard on the chest and kicked the opponent directly back to the ground.
When Herbert tried to stand up, Jacob also felt a burning pain in his waist because a piece of flesh had been cut off. He turned his head, and the pink muscles could be seen through the cut skin.
Blood suddenly surged out.
This time it was no longer a joke, the other party really wanted his life!
"court death!"
Furious, Jacob deflected the attack with his blade.
Herbert tried to block, but Jacob swerved and ran his blade along the man's forearm, forcing
Herbert had to withdraw and defend.
This caused a gap in the middle of the opponent's body. Jacob stepped forward directly and stabbed the opponent's chest with the dagger.
There was a bang and sparks flew everywhere.
"you--"
Jacob really didn't expect that this man would be so despicable as to wear protective gear.
"You damn bitch! Trash like you doesn't deserve to be an Astartes!"
Herbert suddenly grabbed Jacob's arm, then turned around and threw him hard against the bed board.
With a bang, Jacob hit the bed hard, and his forehead was broken. Blood dripped from the wound, and the spreading traces formed a dirty and ferocious pattern.
"This is supposed to be my brother's qualification!!! How dare you kill him!!"
"Too much nonsense!"
Just as Herbert swung his fist and hit him, Jacob, who was lying on the bed, suddenly pushed his knee upwards and hit the opponent's forehead directly, almost making the opponent's skull dent. This shows that the force of this blow was so violent.
While the opponent seemed to be still dazed, Jacob turned over and then used the most common uppercut in street fighting, hitting the opponent's face repeatedly.
The original gasps turned into roars at some point, and they abandoned their weapons at some point. Although no one cared at this time, they seemed to still maintain a minimum of sanity.
But if this continues, then perhaps their last bit of sanity will disappear amid the overflowing blood.
Before everything was irreversible, the battle was stopped by a flying data tablet.
The object weighing 10kg flew from the gate and hit Herbert right on the back. The huge energy directly knocked the strong boy down, and he didn't even have time to figure out what happened when he fell.
When he was about to punch Jacob and chase him, he suddenly felt a big hand appear behind him and pushed him hard, causing him to fall forward and finally kneel on the ground.
The original noise disappeared, and the two boys were panting heavily as if they had just finished hard work. Not only were their clothes torn to pieces, but few pieces of their skin were intact.
"Hmmmm--"
A grunt was forced out of Herbert's throat, his face was covered with blood, and his mouth was filled with fluid, making it impossible for anyone to hear what he wanted to say.
"Guh-"
On the other side, Jacob wanted to stand up, but ended up lying on the ground.
At this moment, a giant with an angry face stood in the center of the room. He was wearing a complete set of power armor and his fists were clenching loudly.
When his eyes fell on the two boys, even though he was kind by nature, he reached an unprecedented level of anger in his life.
"You two damn idiots."
"Lord Bahram..."
Finally, after coughing up a piece of blood, Herbert spoke.
"……I just……"
The next second, the armor-covered boots "touched" Herbert's chest, instantly causing all the sounds to disappear, leaving only a slightly painful cry.
"Be quiet."
The soldier standing in front of them was Bahram, and he said irritably:
"Shut up, everyone, open your eyes and see what you have done!?"
"It's him……"
Jacob staggered and tried to stand up, but Bahram said nothing and slapped him with his backhand.
Now Bahram's punch was powerful enough to knock a mortal's head off his shoulders, but he controlled the power very carefully, but this was by no means something a mortal could bear easily.
So Jacob, who was hit on the left shoulder, spun around in a circle and fell to the floor again, groaning in pain. It felt like not a single bone in his body was intact.
"I told you not to talk, both of you are."
Bahram walked around along the trail of their blood, carefully inspecting the damage, and then let out an angry voice.
"I didn't even need to call up the surveillance to know what was going on."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! He pointed at the walls, floors, metal bed boards and tables. Various blood stains were smeared on them like oil paintings, filling the entire dormitory with a rusty smell.
"Ha, everything tells me a very simple fact, you, Jacob,
Herbert, you are all bastards! You have no idea what discipline is!"
Bahram's dark eyes seemed to be filled with thick ice, and his anger made both boys flinch.
"So what does the title Astartes mean to you? You just almost cut off your brother's shoulder, and you almost killed him. You feel that you have left your parents and the law, even if you kill someone.
Doesn’t matter? Or do you think you are qualified enough to ignore the rules?”
After struggling for a moment, Herbert tried to protest.
"Sir, we just-"
"I know Jacob killed your brother."
Bahram was unmoved and just looked at the two injured boys coldly. He knew what happened during the screening better than anyone else, but getting entangled in this kind of thing now will undoubtedly make the situation more complicated.
There is no right or wrong here, so he always emphasizes discipline and rules.
"Answer me, do you still want to be an Astartes?"
The two boys looked at each other and said at the same time:
"certainly!"
"What if I told you that you have no chance?"
"No, sir! I know I was wrong!"
"Give me another chance!"
"Hmph! Are you scared now? But your current body cannot accept the transformation at all. If you go to the operating table, you will be dead!"
With that said, Bahram pressed the communicator on his collar.
"Lord Balitaem, I am Bahram of the Tenth Company."
"What's wrong?"
The voice of the Chapter's chief pharmacist, Nasin Balitaem, immediately came from the other end of the communicator.
"Two of the boys have medical conditions that may require reconstructive surgery."
In response, the pharmacist just snorted, indicating that he heard Bahram's words.