"Come on, next one."
Wiping his opponent's blood from his eyelids, Soshyan lowered his arms and watched with some interest as the Saber who was thrown off the stage turned over with bared teeth and struggled to stand up.
If he remembered correctly, this was the ninth member of the Council of Swords.
Then only the last one remains——
"Captain Soshiyan, you admit that you are indeed very powerful, stronger than any of the past champions of the chapter,"
Eli Dazaton stepped into the gladiatorial cage step by step with stern eyes.
"But we also have our pride."
At this time, the floor of the gladiatorial cage was already a mess with blood.
"Yes, I see your pride."
Soshyan raised his arm and motioned to the battlefield veterans who he knocked down and threw aside.
Opposite him, Eli Daza swirled a sword flower, felt the weight of his blade, and activated his storm shield.
"No, that's not enough."
The next second, he rushed towards Soshiyang violently, full of rage, and used all his strength to launch a series of attacks.
Soshyan bore it, using his sword and his stride to blunt Eli Dazadon's attack and fury.
"If that's all you have."
After more than ten rounds, Eli Dazadon broke through Soshyan's defense, and the sword edge almost pierced his neck armor.
"Then maybe I should kill you like this."
But Soshyan suddenly raised his arm and used great force to swing away the opponent's sword. Then he twisted his wrist and hit Eli Dazadon's forehead with the hilt of the sword.
Eli Dazadon, whose forehead was broken, retreated and a large pool of blood fell on the ground.
"My humility is not weakness."
Soshyan's eyes narrowed.
"Brother Dazaton."
"We don't need mercy!"
Eli Dazaton hissed in response:
"We are crimson sabers. No matter how rusty and broken they are, they are still enemy-killing blades... If you pity us because of our current situation, then there is no need!"
"Yes, we are the tools of war, nothing else is... War is the reason why we are born, the reason why we live, and the reason why we breathe."
"Then let's fight!"
Eli Dazaton attacked again, the attack became more frenzied and fierce. Soshyan rushed into the arc drawn by the sword. The long sword struck the opponent's weapon hand, and then raised his knee and drove into the opponent's abdomen. .
In response, Eli Dazaton's sword hilt touched Soshyan's forehead, causing him to shed the first drop of blood today.
But his strength is indeed much worse than Soshyan.
After jamming the opponent's weapon with his sword, Soshyan punched Eli Dazaton on the head again and again until his body softened and the sword fell to the ground.
In the end, Eli Dazaton was thrown off the stage.
The fourth company commander groaned and tried to get up, his face covered in blood.
"You...passed."
Eli Dazadon spat out a few words from his mouth full of blood.
"Then on behalf of the Astral Knights, I welcome everyone of the Crimson Saber."
Soshyan stretched out his hand to pull the other person up, and then gave the other person an unexpected hug.
"We will fight side by side in the future, and I guarantee that the Crimson Saber will be reborn."
When they separated, Eli Dazadon looked at Soshyan uneasily.
"Then what happens next..."
"I have my own arrangements next, but you have to leave the ship for the time being. I will hand it over to you intact, don't worry."
"I understand, everything is subject to your command...chapter leader."
Soshyan smiled slightly and patted the other party's shoulder.
"Okay, then pack your personal valuables and return to the Eternal Loyalty with us. I have to take some time to introduce you to everyone."
——————————
In the void between the two parallel fleets, a luxury transport aircraft shut down its engine, and the magnetic tractor of the Eternal Loyalty caught it as it entered the range of the magnetic field.
The transport plane shuddered in the magnetic field lines set up, like an ancient iron-clad ship hitting the ice. For the sage of exploration Deejay Katona, he has experienced this feeling thousands of times, and he will never know it. any discomfort.
Gathered around him were the main people in charge of the exploration fleet - including alien creature sages, alchemy sages, dominion sages, logic sages, etc. They were watching the landing, or trying to get from a limited number of The available observation mouth is watching.
"These Astartes have a really low understanding of diplomatic etiquette. It stands to reason that they should pay a visit to our ship."
One person suddenly complained that the ruling sage was wearing his ceremonial attire, which was very suitable for the majestic character of his master - the orange-red robe was very bright, with large patches of crimson on it - the pierced mechanical sage The size of the crimson area of the cassock indicates his age and rank in the Reza hierarchy.
The six-pointed star decoration on his body presents a satisfying yet counterintuitive asymmetry, and the oil on his appendages and facial shell is freshly applied.
However, despite the painstaking efforts these sages from different realms put into their clothing, it was impossible to completely conceal the wear and tear on them. Where they placed the joints of their appendages and the bulk of their shoulders, the monolayer was almost worn away. Transparent.
Once the exploration fleet leaves the home planet, it needs to be self-sufficient, so everyone will try to save as much as possible.
"Pull us into the cargo hold like scraps."
"They have just fought a war, so they are still fighting in their hearts, so caution is inevitable."
The logical sage who is proficient in human psychology responded, which was both a comment and an explanation.
The other sages, casters, and priests were not interested and simply remained silent.
Soon, the transport plane made a heavy sound as it landed, and Deejay Katona transmitted a neural command towards the landing door, which lowered with a screeching sound of hydraulic leakage and metal oxidation, accompanied by a A painful clang struck the deck.
The flight deck was brightly lit, with servitors and servants at work everywhere, and long strips of light made the simple metal edges stand out.
"It seems that the previous battle was not very fierce, and the damage inside the hull showed minimal."
One caster commented.
“But the lighting intensity was suboptimal.”
"The work efficiency of the servitors is not even 60%. They are really wasting their time."
"Stop your comments."
Deejay Katona's words made all sounds disappear, and with a silent metal collision, the six servant teams walked off the gangplank.
Dressed in knee-length orange-red smocks, gold sashes and laurel wreaths, and technically ornate yellow ironscale armor, the Techservants' attire gave the unit an unintentional brilliance, and the weapons they carried were compact. , is a double-barreled plasma gun. Although it cannot fire continuously, the burst of firepower in a short period of time is very fierce.
Per the Sage's instructions, their weapons' safeties were locked, and their triggers and barrels were taped as an extra precaution.
After a while, the sages followed the slaves down with a burst of arguing binary sounds among themselves.
Despite their tacit understanding of Deejay Katona's superiority, they continued to compete with each other, and for them, etiquette was little more than gaining a stronger position in their internal competition. a minor consideration.
