God Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Sir."

Pur Armin came to meet Soshian, his newly appointed tactical squad Captain.

Because the number of people is too small, and even one company is not enough, Soshian can only organize these recruits into three tactical squads and promote three Small Captains. In the future, the number of Chapters will be able to recover part of them. Will be the candidate for the company commander.

But now, they seem too immature, just like Soshian himself.

"Are you interested in watching our training results?"

Almin wiped the sweat from his face and showed Soshian a very hearty smile.

Because of Soshian's approachable character, the chapter did not quickly form a strict upper and lower barriers, and the recruits are no longer as nervous as they used to see him.

I even make a little joke occasionally.

"Forget it, you are as stupid as a camel beast that only eats support! Armin."

At this moment, another person walked out of the crowd and came out to Armin loudly. said:

"Those things you practiced are too simple and easy, I don't think the chapter will want to see them."

It was Bakhsh Falzad who spoke , Is also a newly promoted Captain, he served about ten years later than Soshian, a warrior full of enthusiasm but sometimes too impatient.

But Soshian also admitted that his skills and tactics are the best in this group of recruits, and perhaps for this reason, he has some pride.

Pride and vanity are the enemies of Space Marine's soul, and Soshian feels he must teach them this.

"Falzad, do you want to compete with me?"

Almin immediately turned to face each other, his tone as strong as his eyes.

"It's been a while since I defeated you last time."

Falzad rubbed his fists and looked towards Soshian.

"Chapter long, can you show you our training results?"

"Of course."

Soshian calmly nodded, and the two Captains immediately took Raise your weapon and step onto the metal arena in the center of the training room.

Almin used a dagger and a shield, and Farzad used two battle axes.

Because of the Great Rebellion, the battle axe is not popular in Astart Chapter, but Astral Knight still retains the ancient battle axe skill, but this skill is very difficult, Soshian fancy It is Falzad's mastery of this skill.

Although he can't be called proficient, at least his aggressive desire and spirit are rare.

After a few seconds of confrontation between the two warriors in the ring, Farzad took the lead without accident.

He drew close to the opponent at a very fast speed, then swiped a battle axe with his right arm, crossed Almin's shield, and then dragged it back abruptly.

This is an ancient tactic. It uses a sharp blade to hook the opponent’s shield and let the opponent open the middle door and then make a fatal blow. Many tribal warriors from Primitive World still maintain this tactic. .

Falzad is a warrior from the primordial tribe. The conscription world has an excellent source of troops. Chapter has just been developed for less than two decades, and he was the first batch of recruits.

But now, his world has become another conscription world of Chapter.

For Falzad’s tactics, Almin has been prepared. He tilted the shield back at a 45° angle, let the battle axe draw a Mars on the shield surface, and then bent his knees forward hard. One, knocked the opponent away from him, and then sent the long sword forward, like a poisonous bee stabbing its tail needle.

But he stabbed a hole.

"You are too slow!"

Falzad laughed, and suddenly continued to attack.

He waved his battle axe and threw it at his enemy's shoulders.

Almin jumped away from the menacing weapon.

"At least it's fast enough to deal with you!"

Almin panted heavily, retreated first, and watched his opponent's movements coldly.

In the next second, the creak of metal friction and sparks of collision echoed throughout the training room.

The tactics are all watching, and some even cheering.

Soshian is a calm person. He knows how frustrated his brothers are about being kicked out of their homes. They can only do their best to ensure that there is enough to do to relieve the confusion and unwillingness in their hearts. .

The training room seems to be a place for them to vent their hearts. What Soshian needs is this kind of power.

In the ring, Falzad still attacked continuously, continuing his quick pace.

His trimmed hair presents a filthy brown, which seems to still retain the brutal energy of a primordial tribe, and always carries a sense of confidence, even high-pitched threats.

"No."

Falzad laughed with a grin.

"You are too damn slow."

"Shut up and fight!"

At this moment, Falzad suddenly charged To the left, then suddenly turned back, raised his axe blade, and aimed at Almin's torso.

Then, the two weapons collided in the rain of sparks and entangled tightly.

Falzad, who grasped the loophole, exhausted the power of both hands, poured the power of his whole body into fiercely and pushed it fiercely.

Almin only maintained it for a moment, before staggering back, losing his balance.

"Aha!"

Falzad yelled and rushed over.

The axe and the sword are constantly colliding, and each collision releases a terrifying ripple towards the blocker, but Falzad is undoubtedly faster, his nakedness The arm outside even looked a little fuzzy because of the movement too fast.

"I'm here."

Falzad gritted his teeth and roared, with a concentrated attention completely expression on his face.

Although the temperature in the training room is very low, his temples are still full of sweat.

Almin did not respond, but was busy resisting the fierce and violent attacks of his comrades.

Neither warrior wore armor, but instead wore leather jackets and greaves sewn with metal pieces. This is a training suit commonly used by Astral Knight.

Similarly, although the blade face of the weapon has been deliberately dulled for training safety, it is still sufficient to crush the skeleton and penetrate the flesh.

This is also specially arranged by the seniors of Chapter, in order to instill the control of the new recruits on the weapon and reduce their dependence on Battle Armor.

"wu!"

Soon, Almin was forced to fiercely hit the fence, and the steel that felt hard seemed to squeeze into his back, but in Fal Before Zad's battle axe struck his chest, he rolled and avoided.

"Slow down, slow down, slow down..."

Behind him, Falzad, stride proudly ahead, panting heavily, his face covered It's the mist of sweat.

"If you are not chattering all the time, maybe you will play better."

Almin muttered, trying to find balance and regain the initiative.

"Whatever you think, if you can get some pitiful comfort."

Falzad, carrying a battle axe, stride proudly ahead, stride proudly ahead. Speaking of.

With a pretentious smile on his face, he pushed this comrade into the attack range of his tomahawk step by step.

"That's right!"

After taking a glance, Almin suddenly roared, making a posture of curling up before jumping.

"It's true!"

He dashed up and rushed towards Falzad's unsuspecting torso, fiercely rammed back in the opposite direction.

Falzad was too close, too confident, that he couldn't drop his battle axe in time.

Almin threw away his sword and shield, tied him tightly with his arm, and pushed him back until he hit the fence on the farthest side of the ring with a sonorous sound.

"Despicable... despicable!"

Although Falzad lost control of the battle axe, he still clenched his fist, ready to give his opponent a heavy blow.

But Almin was more agile, and he slammed his head directly into Farzad's face.

In a short time, the sound of metal collision was mixed with the sound of skeleton-like cracking, and the two fell off the ring at the same time, and the air was filled with pungent fresh blood energy.

The audience off the court was also stunned.