Warhammer 40: Shattered Steel Soul

Chapter 9 Announcement
Perturabo had reason to believe that the enemies of Lokos had sent their best troops, even if he did not yet know where they came from.

Enemies not only come from the shadows on the side of the mountain, but also small black dots are moving fast on the top of the mountain beside the road.

The arrows accumulated potential energy from the heights and pierced downwards, some pierced into the dry land, and some were bounced off by the shields of the Lokos.The Lokos guarded them as soon as possible to leave the open area for cover.

Perturabo was curiously unconcerned about being harmed, probably because Morse was there.

He tried to dissuade himself from trusting this unreliable and perverted craftsman, but the attempt was not very successful.So he gave up and cursed in his mind in some vaguely remembered Gothic language.

Several soldiers with long knives popped out of a sudden corner. The helmets on their heads were funny like inverted iron bowls. Some small iron rings in series covered the heads for protection. The silver plate-shaped breastplate From time to time, glare is reflected.

However, it was such a simple protection that miraculously blocked the bullets of the Lokos people carrying crackling lightning, exhausted their energy, and forced the Lokos guards to raise their knives for close combat.

The leader of the team named Miltiades let out a roar and took up his spear to fight: "Lord Morse, Lord Perturabo, please rest assured. The Lokos will never let you get hurt."

The soldiers on the opposite side did not hesitate to roar loudly to boost their morale, and rushed towards them with long swords in hand.

There were not many of them, only five of them, and they happened to meet one by one on Locus' side, and they fell into close combat.The archers on the mountain stopped firing, apparently unable to accurately hit the enemy in close combat, and had no intention of harming Morse and Perturabo.

Enemies are here to rob them, like looting precious cargo and proof of glory.

Perturabo didn't know if he should do something, it seemed like he shouldn't back down when others were fighting for him, but he didn't have the skills to swing a knife, and he didn't have a weapon in his hand.

"Morse." He called Morse's name, involuntarily bringing anxiety to his tone.

Morse was rubbing his chin, watching the battle in front of him with too much indifference, his disheveled hair looking darker in the night.

Soon, he said: "Who do you think will win?"

Perturabo opened his mouth in surprise: "You mean?"

Morse nodded, unexpectedly sat down on the ground, propped his head on one hand, and made it clear that he had no intention of participating in the battle.

Not far in front of him, a cloud of soldiers' blood was splashing into the air, accompanied by more injuries and shouts.

"I think Lokos will lose." Morse said, "They are at a disadvantage in numbers, and these attackers have long-range support. Maybe the Lokos soldiers are elites, but when the difference in individual strength between the two is not huge enough, the Lokos people Only death can fulfill their oath to fight."

He invited Perturabo to sit down, but the boy refused by standing upright.

"Do something, Morse." He spoke to Morse with all his composure. "You can change the entire situation of the battle with just a flick of your finger. Use your ability that I don't know what it's called."

He didn't understand why Morse could be so calm when their defenders were bleeding.

The enemy suddenly let out a loud cheer, and a strong smell of blood spread in all directions, Perturabo clenched his fists tightly.

"My lords, believe in Lokos!" Miltiades's cry was combined with some kind of grief.

Then the shouts of the enemy rose above the weakening roars of the Lokos.

A big warrior carrying a buckler let out a maniacal laugh: "God-given boy from Kadisia, the Kingdom of Ax welcomes you! We Ax can give you the status and power that the weak Locus can give you. More for you! Look, Locus only bleeds, and we Ax are invincible!"

Morse suddenly laughed, and the smile lit up his whole face.He looked at Perturabo with burning eyes: "Look, Locus is not the only one who welcomes you."

Perturabo's anxiety froze on his face.Another thought was born in his heart, and he suddenly understood the reason why Morse sat still.

Still, calm failed to find Perturabo.

Morse invited him to sit down again, and Perturabo shook his head violently.

"Look at these people," Morse said. "Look at their armor, the sharp peaks on their round helmets, the flower-stem-like nose guards, the beautiful combination of chain armor and plate armor, and the extraordinary advanced shields." Energy source. What can you see from it? I saw the hot flames in countless craftsmen's furnaces, as well as developed mining, forging, and farming and animal husbandry industries that support the army. Ax will be a perfectly functioning machine , and welcome you as well as Lokos.”

At this point, Morse raised the corner of his mouth and said sarcastically: "No, they welcome you more than Lokos, because Lokos seems to have changed from welcoming you to welcoming me."

The invitations from the people of Ax continue: "Boy! Your bravery in killing beasts will shine in Ax! You will be the most outstanding warrior! With Hexpolis above, you will be an army of thousands Lord!"

Morse stretched out his hand to grab the air, and the unknown elements began to condense. Gradually, a beautifully shaped long knife appeared out of thin air in his hand. The blade was so sharp that one doubted whether even a child could easily cut off a boulder; simple but extremely rich. Beautiful carvings decorate the surface of the steel knife, forming a set of mysterious inscriptions.

He didn't make a handle for the steel sword, so the weapon suspended in the air couldn't be used yet.

"I haven't figured out what to engrave on the hilt," Morse said. "Perturabo for Locus, or Perturabo for Ax?"

The Arxians burst into cheers for a second time, and Perturabo's breathing became extremely rapid, as if the oxygen near his body was no longer enough to supply his thoughts.

He turned his head and looked directly at the two men in the battle, and then he heard a determined shout from the throat of Miltiades, a desperate man whose right hand was bleeding profusely, abandoned his shield, and used his left hand to fight with a spear. : "Two adults! Although Lokos is not good at violence and war, we will never back down before a battle!"

Perturabo listened blankly and took a step forward.

No one knew what kind of excitement the two sides' words had in his heart. As time passed, the skylight brightened slightly and dispelled the shadows on his face.

He suddenly turned around vigorously with his whole body, and the veins on the side of his neck stretched.

"You cold-blooded guy! The Ax people take the cattle, sheep and steel from farmers and artisans to build an army, they will only use my abilities to war, that's what I see! I don't need Ax's welcome !"

Perturabo growled, but not to accuse Morse, he didn't have the time, and continued, "Did you just say that this knife was going to be given to me?"

"It will be yours." Morse let the blade rise and float before Perturabo's eyes.

"It costs nothing to give away, does it?"

Before getting Morse's answer, Perturabo reached out and grabbed the sharp blade. His blood instantly filled the blade and embedded in every hollow inscription.

The next moment, he rushed into the battle with a sharp blade, piercing every design flaw in Ax's armor with amazing skills and a sharp weapon that was too powerful to cut.

In his fighting stance, Morse captures both the honed and inherited killing skills of the Arks and Lokos.Even though Perturabo was restless, he was already prepared to quickly observe and learn the ability of actual combat, and turned this ability into practical experience on the spot.

With sharp eyes, Morse saw that the gap in the armor pierced by Perturabo was exactly what Lokos's Miltiade had exploited during the previous fight.

"I will not be a lunatic addicted to war!" The boy declared to everyone on the field with fighting and words, "Don't think about using my fighting talent, I am a craftsman who builds a city, and my construction will start from Locus!"

Morse looked for a moment, then stood up.

As Perturabo puts it, he "moved his fingers".

More Ax ambushes hiding around and Ax archers above covered their throats together, and arterial blood gushed out from their fingers, spilling over the dry land.

He walked towards Perturabo, who had killed the enemy side by side with the Lokos. The boy fell towards him, and Morse caught him, using his psychic energy to heal the deep wounds on his back and palms.

"If you are a craftsman, you should protect your hands," he said softly. "I don't remember me threatening you to grasp the blade with your bare hands."

Perturabo looked at him wearily and snorted softly.

There were three remaining Lokos alive, including Miltiades and two other warriors.They supported each other and knelt on one knee at Peturabo.

"Thank you, Lord Perturabo!" they said in unison, the respect in their words was noticeable, even though they clearly believed that Perturabo was actually a mortal boy.

Perturabo regained some of his strength and stood upright again, slowly letting the syllables float clearly into the air.

"Get up and take us to Lokos."

The spiers of the Lokos city-state in the distance were lit up with golden spots by the rising sun, and Perturabo didn't want to wait any longer.

(End of this chapter)