"what did you just say?"
Jacob's hot breath could almost hit Herbert's face.
"Go on, you incestuous idiot. From now on, I will smear your blood on my body as battle paint, so that everyone will know that my dagger dug out a humble heart."
With a cold snort, Herbert disguised his resentment with some kind of tranquility, some kind of fatal tenderness.
"You are just a childish thing who blindly pursues honor. You think you are a mature man, but you pretend to be an experienced hunter. It is purely your luck that you are alive today, Jacob, but your luck will run out. Luck will always run out.”
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 failed to control his emotions, roared, and threw himself forward.
They both fell to the floor at the same time and struggled with each other.
The surrounding slave workers retreated one after another. The stage of mutual threats and insults was over. Now there were only broken grunts and curses in the air. Along with the muffled sound of fists hitting vital parts, from time to time, one could hear the banging of someone's head. The sound of hitting the floor.
With an explosion like lightning splitting a tree stump, Jacob smashed Herbert's head with the dagger handle, and Herbert stabbed the dagger into Jacob's shoulder, the sound was sticky and smooth, very It’s hard not to think of the way the corpses hanging from the butcher’s hooks slide down.
Blood splattered, outlining the trajectory of the two men fighting each other all the way around the room.
"You damn bitch! Trash like you doesn't deserve to be an Astartes!"
Herbert suddenly grabbed Jacob's hair, then lifted his head hard, and then smashed it towards the bed board.
Bang, bang a few times, blood flowed from the wound on Jacob's face, and the weird traces spread to form a dirty and strange pattern, as if he was looking at them with a crazy gaze.
"This is supposed to be my brother's qualification!!! How dare you kill him!!"
The next second, Jacob's elbow hit Herbert's throat mercilessly, almost making the other person's Adam's apple dent, which shows that the force of this blow was so violent.
The second attack that followed could only be said to be even worse. It dug hard into Herbert's jaw, enough to break all the teeth.
Even when Herbert loosened his grip, Jacob did not pull away, but attacked more and more violently.
The original gasps turned into roars at some point, and their weapons had long since disappeared, but by this time, no one cared.
The two of them went back and forth, I don’t know how long it lasted.
Dueling is a very common situation in the lives of the Astartes. The epics of the Angels are full of stories of bare-handed combat between chapter brothers. Most of them end with the restoration of sanity and the establishment of brotherhood. period.
Men who have thought about blowing their opponent's brains out and bleeding out will eventually find that even if they are almost out of breath, they are laughing happier than ever and feeling closer to each other.
At the same time, they will learn valuable lessons from it.
Nothing like that at this moment, just the purest and darkest hatred.
Before it was too late, the fight was interrupted by a chair being thrown at them both.
It roared through the clouds and cracked the stone, hitting Herbert right in the back. When he fell, he looked as if he had no time to figure out what happened.
Jacob, on the other hand, received a solid blow on his shoulder. He staggered and fell forward, hitting his face against the wall. Then he staggered for a moment and fell to his knees.
The two boys lying on the floor were panting like wild animals, and their clothes were torn to pieces.
"Hmmmm--"
A grunt escaped Herbert's throat, and his teeth were covered in blood. No matter what he was trying to say, no one could understand him.
"Guh-"
Jacob's response was similarly vague.
At this moment, a warrior with an angry face stood in the center of the room. He was wearing a full set of power armor and his teeth were chattering.
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 fucking idiots."
"I……"
Herbert spoke.
"……only……"
The next second, the power armor boots stepped on Herbert's chest, and the complaining sound disappeared instantly, turning into a whine like a wounded puppy.
"Be quiet."
The soldier standing in front of them was Bahram. He said irritably:
"Shut up, damn, this place is covered in your blood."
"It's him……"
Jacob stood up unsteadily, and Bahram didn't say a word, just slapped him with his backhand.
Bahram's punch was now powerful enough to knock a mortal's head off his shoulders. In other words, even a tank that ran over the enemy would not have much less momentum than this.
But he controlled his power carefully.
So Jacob 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."
Bahram circled around the trail of blood, surveying the damage, and roared like a bear.
"I didn't even need to call up the surveillance to know what was going on."
He pointed to the metal bed board next to him, which was still smeared with dirty blood, naturally coming from the wounds on Jacob's face.
"All of this tells me the same simple truth - you two are bastards! You can't understand what it means to be a brother!"
Bahram's dark eyes seemed to be filled with thick frost.
"So what does this mean to you? You guy just stabbed your brother in the shoulder, but in return, he also broke your brain, didn't you? Don't you think this is a retelling? Is it a good time for comradeship, I’m serious.”
Herbert still tried to protest.
"We are only--"
"I know Jacob killed your brother."
In the sealed cabin, the loud sound of flesh hitting the wall was like thunder, and all the slave workers had already huddled in the corner of the room.
Herbert, who slid down from the wall, curled up. Bahram remained unmoved and just looked at the two injured boys coldly.
"Your current body cannot accept modification at all, it can only undergo enhanced repair."
Bahram pressed the communicator on his collar.
"Lord Balitaem, this is Bahram."
"What's wrong."
The voice of the Chapter's Chief Pharmacist Nasin Balitaem came immediately from the other end of the communicator.
"Two boys are in health condition, please come here immediately."
In response, the pharmacist just snorted, indicating that he heard Bahram's words.
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