God Emperor’s Angel of Death

After Soshian returned to the underground base, he never mentioned what happened on the ground, as did other warriors.

Everyone is just doing their work quietly.

Occasionally, Soshian will continue his own learning-Sol is the instructor of Chapter's sword technique, and Soshian is also one of his students.

The clash of swords sounded in the secluded square. It is located in the center of the abandoned settlement of Spirit Race, surrounded by a walkway composed of beams and columns.

In the past few days, such a vast space should be packed with warriors who came to watch the battle. The Astartes will not waste any time, they will seize every opportunity to practice various battle skills.

But now, it's empty now. At the request of the Chapter Chief, there can only be two warriors standing in the center duel.

One of them is tall and strong, with a slightly gloomy expression on his face, and his eyes are as black as ink.

The other one is slightly shorter than the one on the other side. Even with the armor on, his figure is still slightly thinner. His eyes are deep jade green and there are some shallow scars on his face.

The tall duelist has sweated profusely after a long sword technique fight, but the one opposite him is still calm and composed.

"Haha!"

shouting loudly, training to fight again with swords.

The tall warrior swung out a long sword, and the opponent just took a light push to parry the side slash and pushed the blade aside.

Although this blow was blunt, it still left a trace on the blade that the latter had to agree with.

"Soshian ·Alexei, your level has regressed."

The shorter of the two said, with a formal and polite sense of mockery in his tone.

"Your sword is entangled by your thoughts. It slows down and becomes dull."

"I don't think so, Instructor Thor."

Soshian responded, with the same etiquette in his tone.

"But if you are tired, you can take a break."

Soshian shook his head, before launching a surprise attack, he turned his shoulders, and then flew forward.

Sol was slightly nodded, admiring this attack, and then responded with a series of slashing and stabbing—the sword technique of the King’s Court Blade.

It seems that his appearance and pace are very relaxed, but his opponent has quickly crossed the square.

As soon as Soshian's sword was swung, Saul suddenly leaned his body, and the opponent's sword immediately hit the stone ground with a dull clang.

When Soshian tried to react, he launched a surprise attack.

"The way you fight is the same as in the textbook."

Sol drew a sword on Soshian's waist, beat the opponent back a few steps, and then raised his hand at Soshian. At that time, another sword was drawn on his sword-holding wrist, almost knocking out his weapon.

If this is an official weapon, Soshian may have lost the combat capability now.

In the end, Soshian's weapon did not come into contact with the opponent's sword until Thor swung his third stroke.

When their weapons collided with each other, the young Chapter gasped for a long time and said:

"That is not a textbook, it is a lesson learned by countless martyrs using blood."

"But this does not prevent me from being able to predict your actions. You should learn how to think more flexibly. As I teach now, use the advantages of your opponents to deal with them."

"Astarte doesn't need those tricks to win many great wars!"

Soshian now showed his extremely stubborn and stubborn side.

"We rely on our skills, courage, and determination, just like the qualities that all noble warriors should have. When the time comes—"

Look at him, Sol A trace of anger also appeared on his face, and he used a series of blows to interrupt his sentence, almost knocking Soshian's weapon out of his hands, and even the long face of the Chapter was hit.

"We will let the God Emperor's raging flames burn!"

Soshian rushed forward desperately, opening and closing his moves, completely in a life-threatening posture.

"Really."

Sol quickly drew back a few steps, and then suddenly drew another training sword from his waist.

Soshian stopped. He noticed that although the opponent's face was still calm and cold, his eyes had already shown that he was tired of the fight.

Using double swords or double knives is no easy task, and it is even more difficult to become a Peak warrior based on this as heavenly ascension.

Many Astarte think this is a fancy, they would rather use a one-handed weapon or a one-handed weapon with a shield, or simply use a powerful two-handed weapon.

Usually only youngsters who value their flamboyant appearance and brave men who are willing to intimidate opponents will choose two-handed weapons.

Falzad is one of the representatives.

In fact, Sol's evaluation of Falzad is an overconfident fool.

However, there are very few people, those with innate talent, who can turn this flashy skill into art.

As a member of the third Legion's sharpest king's blade, Sol Taviz, happens to be one of this small group.

"Unfortunately, in my opinion, you are like a mad dog now."

Soshian felt a strong wind hit his face before the calm words disappeared from his ears.

After that, there was a continuous offensive like a stormy sea, and the sword-blade clashing burst out with sparks, illuminating the whole body of the two.

Faced with this offensive that has no room at all, Soshian's only response is to do his best to block every time.

"Why holding head like a coward."

Sol's indifferent voice penetrated Soshian's head like a poisonous snake.

The complex emotions that had gnawed away at his heart like a poisonous snake finally broke out.

"I am not!"

Soshian uses his arms to swing his training sword to draw a Z-shape in front of him, and while blocking the opponent's swords, he goes straight to Thor's chest. .

"Coward!!"

When his sword was still a punch away from Thor's chest, it was held by the two swords.

In the next second, with a powerful blow, Soshian's sword was flew from his hand, and Thor's sword was cut down like thunder.

A sword hit his chest and a sword hit his right knee, knocking him directly to the ground.

Soshian fell heavily backwards to the ground, the loud noise was like a brick wall being pushed down.

He didn't stand up, just stared at the dark rock dome.

There was a sound of footsteps, and then Thor sat beside him with crossed swords on his knees.

"Have you shaken."

The man's tone is long, like a poet.

"Captain Sol, I don’t understand...Our mission is to protect humans, but if humans are already harming each other, how should we deal with ourselves."

"Your question is full of resistance."

Sol paused for a moment.

"You are not the same as others, Soshian Ariksha."

The veteran sighed ten thousand years ago. This is the first time Soshian heard the other party sigh, so heavy .