In the training ground of the monastery fortress, there was a lively scene, with the soldiers sweating profusely and carrying out daily training.
It has been more than a year 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 a stance and held Wall's sword away.
"It will take some time before you 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 sideways and blocked 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, spun, jumped, and thrust, his sword flew up and down along with it.
He didn't consider himself a swordsman, which was true, although his swordsmanship was 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 learned sword skills.
He took a few steps back, pulled out the second long sword from his waist and touched the first one.
"Wall, be careful."
None of them wore power armor, only training uniforms, so injuries were inevitable during training. Armin could not guarantee that his new swordsmanship would be up to scratch.
"Maybe I should say thank you."
Wall smiled at that, bared his teeth, and 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 could roll to one side and pick up the sword, Armin sprinted over.
The two men collided violently, and Wall lost control of his sword again.
Wall quickly retreated, and at this moment his foot suffered a heavy blow from an inexplicable object. 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, and then threw it in front of the opponent.
"Before talking 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, there was a sudden sound from the entrance of the training ground.
"Your Majesty the Emperor, brothers, all eyes are on me? Look at me, look at me? I will make 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 aside.
"You just know this?"
"I knew it earlier. What I'm saying is that the Unbound Soul has been repaired."
"Oh, that's new news."
Armin was a little surprised.
"It's only been 8 months."
"That's what the priest said anyway? He also said that the Chapter Master should take care of some things."
Hearing that Farzad was looking for Soshiyan, Armin pursed his lips at the other fans on the training ground.
"He's in there."
Farzad nodded? Then 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.
It's a vast space, with numbered doors hiding the entrance to the mechanical maintenance area for combat servants.
There are no spectators or assistants here, and no other warriors to fight with. Soshyan is left alone here, with the machine and his personal thoughts.
He circled a huge fighting machine, grinning in approval at its ferocious power.
Its broad plasteel shoulders presented a fortress-like wall in front of it, its massive arms powerful enough to crush rock, and while so much metal made it look dull, it was anything but.
A powerful engine was enough to power a heavyweight, while the machine's plastic-steel casing protected the flexible metal fibers and shrinking pistons.
Correspondingly, Soshyan was not wearing power armor, but a modified set of restrained heavy exoskeleton armor.
This is a request put forward by Savita, which 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 that 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 "reluctantly" handed it over after the Crow Prince's "persuasion".
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 maximize the aggression."
The hidden machine heard his words and adjusted its program.
"Unlock level four insurance, allowing 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 feels that it is more convenient to wear a Terminator and use long weapons. This concept is also accepted by Soshiyan, so when he is learning the control skills of the Terminator, he is also imitating Sevita's fighting style.
The chain saw halberd that really belongs to him is still being further debugged by Rogris, and what he is using now is just a training weapon.
