God Emperor’s Angel of Death

"You can do this, I'm afraid it is not your own strength, right?"

So far, Huron has been careful not to let anger destroy him His voice, but after mentioning that group of people, his voice sounded like it was soaked in poison.

"I'm curious, you spent a few money to buy the wild dogs of the eighth Legion, Soshian Chapter?""

Looking at Huron a little annoyed Soshian actually needs to force himself to show no pleasure.

Well, to be honest, he is actually happy.

"Buy? Do you think it is necessary? Maybe they just want me to chop off your head, or all of your subordinates expect so. After all, who likes to serve a leader who is hemiplegic? "

Soshian's words made Huron smile again.

"tsk tsk tsk, you are the Imperium Chapter with the most powerful mouth I have ever seen, if you had you in Badaboo. Such a person is on my side, maybe I don't need to do it, after all, your mouth can defeat those Imperium bureaucrats. "

Soshian snort disdainfully about this.

"Well, let me introduce my warriors. "

Huron said with an irresistible arrogance, and pointed his finger towards the group of soldiers behind him.

But the scratching of Soshian's boots and the ground interrupted. His speech.

"This is unnecessary. I don't care about the names of your slaves. You asked to meet with me. Now that the meeting is over, what are you going to say. "

This angered the red pirates. A warrior stepped forward and broke their unequal formation.

He wore a suit with both purple and The red Battle Armor looks extremely inconsistent.

"I am not a slave! "

He moved towards Soshian and took a sip.

"When we were fighting on the battlefield, you weren’t even a sperm, kid! "

Soshian squinted and looked away from Huron.

"One of your dogs is crying, I think you should change to a better whip to discipline them. "

Huron used a simple gesture to command the warrior to return to the team, and the warrior hesitated to obey.

"Before the formal negotiation, would you like to appreciate the opening ceremony? "

Soshian at first didn’t realize what the other party was talking about. He didn’t know until Talos reminded him by communication that Huron was referring to a ceremony popular among the Chaos War gangs, in war or diplomacy. Before the event, let the respective champions of the gang fight a separate duel.

In fact, this tradition is also in the loyal Astart Chapter.

In other words, prestige is everything, and no currency can be as valuable as prestige.

Originally Soshian intended to mock and reject this opinion, but when Saul spoke to him, he immediately nodded and agreed.

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The weepers don’t know what’s going on. They haven’t even entered the Star Castle. He has to wait a little longer.

"Listen to you, everyone who is hiding in your shadow. Heroes, who will come out to challenge? "

The warrior who spoke before stepped out immediately. Huron gave a brief introduction.

This man was named Urminsk. After the Horus Rebellion, He is known to many war gangs as the swordsman of the third Legion, and once owned a small war gang, but lost everything in a conflict, and finally Huron contained him.

The strangled group of starlight lights sprinkled on his shiny plastic steel armor, with many elaborately decorated jewels, and peeled off delicate baby skin.

Swordsman’s old-fashioned helmet visor There is a purple slit from which a faint light radiates.

After that, Ulminsk drew out a gorgeous power sword, with the same metallic tone as his armor, and swung the sword at Soshian. Congratulations, a delicate voice came from under the topped helmet grille visor.

"Who is going to die? "

The warriors behind Soshian immediately talked in a low voice.

They all wanted to participate in this duel, but when Sol stepped forward, everyone stopped talking because Everyone knows that no swordsman in Astral Knight is more deadly than him.

Saul was about to draw out his long sword, but Soshian's raised arm blocked his progress.

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"I don't want to waste my strongest warrior's time yet. "

Soshian's tone was full of contempt.

"Charles Brother, isn't it? "

Despite wearing a helmet, Talos moved towards Soshian and blinked in surprise.

"brother? "

Soshian points to the tall silhouette standing in Urminsk.

"Kill him. "

He has his own plan. Although Sol must want to be a traitor, but the swordsman of the third Legion, the opponent will definitely detect Sol and Lushu in the match.

At present, he does not intend to expose Thor's identity, let alone expose it in front of the traitor.

Then only Talos is the other warrior. He is not very confident that he can defeat this chaos champion. ——Almin is still too young. Mark is better at commanding and making decisions in the field. He is not a duelist.

Thor’s whispers are hidden between Soshian’s breath and it sounds a little bit. Dissatisfaction.

He wanted to fight this duel, and wanted to make the sword bloody, but after all, he was a sane person, and he immediately understood Soshian’s intentions and obeyed the opponent’s will.,

So everyone in Astral Knight focused on Talos.

"Okay. "

At this point, Talos has no choice.

"This is? "

Huron looked at Talos who came out of the queue curiously. From this person's walking posture, he always felt something was wrong.

It seemed... quite familiar.

"I am--"

"Charlos, our Chapter think tank. "

As soon as Soshian's words were uttered, Huron immediately let out a surprised voice, as did Ulminsk, but Talos felt like he was about to vomit blood.

What is he? It feels like Soshian is teasing him.

"In that case, let me add another rule, not to use witchcraft. "

Huron's smile is like a blade.

"Yes, speak with a sword. "

Soshian waved his hand and agreed calmly. Talos was not sure if the cheap Chapter leader was going to murder a person with a borrowed knife.

The prophet stepped forward. , Drew out the power sword, and the silver blade was dyed violet under the dim light of the lighting ball above his head.

When he saluted Ulminsk in return, the swordsman of the third Legion said No.

And Huron suddenly said when the two were getting closer:

"Ulminsk has killed fifty-four with a sword in a one-on-one duel. A warrior, how many did you kill again, think tank? "

"Never. "

Talos replied softly, and the Red Pirate burst into a burst of laughter.

Urminsk didn’t care about it, and quickly took hold of the sword, unformed devil’s claws. Stroking his Battle Armor, the mask made of amethyst on his chest, the eyeless eyes stared coldly.

The soul of pain surrounds his own head, like a crown A crown radiating a bleak dark light.

"Please enlighten me. "