Wearing a decent clerical nun's robe, Veronica tiptoed to sit on a bench by the wall. Some soldiers noticed her, but everyone thought she was a narrator and didn't take her seriously.
At this time, Veronica discovered another mortal in the shadow against the wall more than 20 meters away.
Elena, who was wearing a black close-fitting dress and a black gauze hat, almost blended into the shadow. When Veronica looked at her, she also turned her head and glanced at each other. The gazes the two of them gave each other could not be called friendly.
Suddenly, a burst of noise caused them to turn their heads at the same time and look towards the gladiatorial platform.
Seth had picked up a training executioner's chainsword from the weapons rack, a massive weapon usually wielded by the Order of Sisters, while Soshyan first grasped a spear, but ended up choosing A two-handed power sword used for training, as the weapon rack slowly rose, the gladiatorial battle officially began, and the surroundings fell into silence for an instant.
"With her blood, I will win!"
Roaring angrily, Seth wielded a huge chain sword and slammed towards Soshiyang like a crazy beast. Even if it was a ceremonial gladiatorial fight, the chapter leader seemed to be going all out, regardless of whether this would happen. Hurt your opponent.
But in Soshiyang's eyes, this was an impulsive attack without any preparation, and he had enough time to avoid it.
With a sound like a sack being torn apart, the sword blade in Seth's hand cut through the floor made of high-strength alloy, splashing a string of sparks. His actual speed was much faster than Soshyan expected, and he almost hit the It also made him more cautious.
Avoiding the chain saw, Soshyan retreated calmly, then stepped out with his right foot. The giant sword was directly parallel to his line of sight, and he swung it out a second later, smashing the blade that Seth had just raised aside.
But Soshyan did not pursue, but instead put up a defensive posture. Seth attacked his throat again. Soshyan dodged and counterattacked, danced his sword with both hands, and slashed diagonally at the opponent's next sword pass, interrupting Seth's two consecutive blows. attack.
In the back-and-forth defense and counterattack, neither chapter leader seemed to have the possibility of defeating the other and winning. However, experienced veterans present could see that Soshyan was quite at ease, a bit reckless, and Seth even Even with all his strength, he could not break through Soshyan's blade barrier.
The two sides have already reached an agreement.
"Don't insult my honor! Chapter Master Soshyan!"
Seth, who also realized this, roared angrily and launched an almost crazy offensive. Every blow was fatal. This was beyond the scope of gladiatorial combat. The warriors in the audience had already begun to whisper, and Veronica also frowned. He frowned and whispered displeasedly:
"Where did the barbarians come from?"
The strong sense of frustration caused Seth to fall into a slight frenzy. His hands were dancing with the chain sword like a strong wind, and he was slashing at the opponent's head, neck, waist and other parts. If he hit it hard, it would be almost fatal, but Each time he was blocked by his opponent.
This made him even more frantic, his vision gradually became blurry, and he began to chant unconsciously——
"I am anger, I am death."
Seth felt as if his limbs were on fire, pushing him towards his enemy.
He didn't care about the scratches carved by his opponent's sword on his armor, and continued to launch attacks with an almost life-for-life momentum, forcing the opponent to constantly shift positions.
"My wrath has no mercy!"
Ten more steps and he'd have the man cornered, his hands ripping out his entrails as he ripped through his armor.
"My blade doesn't know-"
The next second something invisible struck Seth in the chest, knocking him to the ground.
The Flesh Tearers Chapter Master groaned and raised his head, blinking hard to clear his vision, the analgesic flooding his body doing nothing to calm the searing pain in his skull.
Then he felt someone tap him on the face.
"Brother Seth? Brother Seth? Are you okay?"
Seth shook his head, and then his consciousness gradually came to his senses. When he realized that he had almost gone crazy in the arena, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
He felt like his heart was beating in his chest like the pistons of a huge engine. The smell of spilled blood filled his senses, and a boiling darkness enveloped his mind, threatening his restraint.
Seth struggled to stand up, but almost slipped, but fortunately Soshyan caught his shoulder in time.
Then Soshyan heard Seth holding on to his shoulders and gasping for air, lowering his head and praying softly:
"Emperor and Holy Father, please protect me with your mercy and burn away my bloodthirst with the hellfire of justice... Please keep me from the darkness of my soul."
Soshyan said with a smile:
"It's okay, Brother Seth."
Just as Soshyan said, Seth gradually got rid of the dark haze, and then looked at the slight depression in his chest. It was obvious that Soshyan had stopped his hand at that time, otherwise he would definitely be able to crack open his armor.
He let go of Soshyan's shoulders, took a step back, and threw away the weapon with a gasp.
"Brother Soshyan, you win."
Soshyan also threw away his weapon, then stepped forward and hugged Seth gently. The audience immediately burst into warm applause and cheers, especially the new recruits.
"Hey! Chapter leader, we love you so much——!
! "
Everyone could see clearly that Soshyan subdued the crazy-looking Seth with almost one move. The gap in strength between them was self-evident.
Next comes a grand banquet.
Feasting has always been an important part of Space Marine culture. Although they are usually ascetics, they will hold sumptuous banquets on important occasions and after victory.
The monastery of the Astral Knights welcomed so many Space Marines for the first time. The number of White Templars, Astral Knights and a small number of Flesh Tearers exceeded a thousand.
To this end, the battle group used more than 10,000 servants and servitors, more than ten tons of wine, and several tons of various vegetables, fruits and meats. The entire monastery fortress was almost awake all night, and Soshyan actually intended to use this method. The activity washed away the sadness in the hearts of the White Templar warriors.
After all, the people are gone, and they will face more intense and cruel battles in the future.
The banquet lasted until about three o'clock in the morning. When Soshiyang returned to the bedroom smelling of alcohol, he immediately smelled a familiar fragrance. He remembered seeing Veronica several times during the banquet, but she did not disturb him. .
Maybe she's already asleep?
But after hearing the clear footsteps, Soshyan knew that the other party was not asleep.
Sure enough, less than thirty seconds after he returned to the bedroom, Veronica walked out of the secret door, but it looked like——
"Uh... what are you doing?"
Veronica, who had returned to her Eldar form, was inexplicably wearing a nun's uniform, but there was something wrong with this nun's uniform. It looked a bit too thin, and the slits on both sides of her thighs were too high. In addition, the white silk long What's the situation with the socks, and what's the black tether on the crotch... In other words, the white breast shield looks the most normal, but it's a little too transparent. As for the black one on the head, Yarn can be ignored as well.
And under this kind of dress that mixed blasphemy and immorality, Veronica's unabashed beauty made Soshiyang take a breath. Every time, he could find some aspect of her that was worthy of his appreciation again. , the delicate face and facial features are more perfect than any artist's works carved from the best marble, the gentle eyes are shining with emotional light, the pointed ears and the nun's uniform have a weird sense of misalignment, After looking at it for a long time, it seems to fit well.
Veronica is beautiful, but her beauty has also become a punishment for Soshyan to a certain extent.
When the other party came with elegant steps, the crisp sound of high heels tapping the ground was similar to the roar of explosive bombs in Soshiyang's ears——
Just as scary.
"Doesn't it look weird? Didn't you say that we should dress more formally in the war group?"
Veronica stopped in front of Soshyan, and her slender legs tightly wrapped in white silk stockings were perfectly displayed in front of his eyes—the fat-free and straight legs glowed like jade in the night. faint.
Then she turned around in a circle, and then looked at Soshyan.
"Isn't a nun's uniform informal enough?"
"No, who told you that nuns dress like this?"
Veronica turned her hand, and a book appeared. Soshyan took it and read it, and immediately frowned.
"Do the Omnissian Sisters dream of binary fish... What kind of cult is this? Where did you get it?"
"When I searched for nuns on the hive city's information shopping platform, this is the one that came up the most."
"Tsk——"
Soshyan didn't know what to say for a moment, but his attitude made Veronica a little angry.
"Hmph, if you don't like it, I'll change it - yeah!"
Just as Veronica turned around, a thick arm suddenly grabbed her slender waist from behind, and dragged her to the bed with a coquettish cry——
