God Emperor’s Angel of Death

"What do you think our First Stage training will learn?"

On the way to the designated training field, Falzad asked Almin next to him Inquired:

"Swords? Fighting? Or would he teach us some ancient battle skills?"

Almin shook the head.

"It will definitely not be such an exciting thing. These trainings will take many years."

"You are really boring, do you know?"

Falzad murmured.

Since seeing Sol’s amazing sword technique, everyone has been full of expectations for the Chapter instructor. However, until an hour ago, the other party did not conduct any training on them, only occasionally with Soshian. Perform a "sword fight".

Of course everyone is impossible to point fingers at Chapter, but everyone aspires to be a Peak sword technique expert.

This is the desire of any warrior-to become stronger.

Soon, they entered a lobby, the lights were suddenly lit, and then another lobby was revealed, with rows of workbenches and tools covered with dust cloth. .

The team dispersed in doubt, and these young Space Marines walked aimlessly around.

"What is this?"

Ustad said, picking up a jar from a stool.

"Where are the weapons? There are only pens here!"

Everyone found out that the dust-proof cloth covered with nothing but a pen and a piece of paper Blank paper.

"Is this a training ground?"

Another person asked.

"Did we come to the wrong place?"

"This is your destination."

A voice sounded, and the recruits stood at attention. , Soshian walked out from the side.

"This is your training ground."

"What should we train, sir?"

A man named Calvin de Fahel Said the recruits.

At this moment, a silhouette on the other side of the room suddenly moved, and the attention of these young Space Marines immediately focused on it, as if a group of Raptors found the trail of their prey.

"Your Chapter is right."

Sol said in a tranquil voice coming out of the dark:

"This is you Training ground."

He then got closer and came to the edge of the table.

"You have to learn to write."

"Writing? Of course we can write!"

Falzad said, picking up a pen At this time, an extremely rare pen, the whole body is made of wood, and its pen tip is made of something similar to fine fluff, and it does not look strong at all.

"How do I use this thing to defend Imperium?"

There was a sudden burst of nervous laughter in the crowd.

Saul was just laughed, and then he came to Falzad, looked at the jealous recruit, and picked up a pen.

"You think it's simple, then you might as well write two words to let me know."

Falzad snorts, took the pen, and then rudely took the entire pen All dipped in black ink, the pen was like a poor branch in his hand.

But when he moved the pen to the white paper, before it fell down, the ink dots had spread on the white paper.

"Trouble."

Falzad grumbled, flicked the pen back firmly to shake off the excess ink, and added a black arc on the ground Later, he squeezed the barrel of the pen. Pressed the tip of the pen on the paper.

With a click, the pen folds and breaks in the middle.

"What is this thing, it's not as hard as the bones of those old machine servants."

Falzad angrily threw the pen to the ground and complained.

"Instructor Thor, I don't understand."

Saul handed over a new pen without saying a word.

"Didn't you boast about going to Haikou, is Bakhsh Falzad a barbarian who will not write ligatures?"

"Who can't write!"

Falzad grabbed the pen and made another attempt.

This time he learned to be clever, the ink only stained a little, and then cautiously moved the nib to the paper.

However, the nib of this pen becomes extremely soft after being dipped in ink, and its quality is particularly light. It makes Space Marine, who is accustomed to using heavy weapons, feel as if it is using one. A feather is writing.

If you use too much force, I’m afraid of breaking the pen. If you don’t use it, your hands will keep shaking, and the distance between the pen tip and the paper is not well controlled. There is a large ink stain on it, and you can’t write that type of font. Slender standard Tela script.

For a while, he froze unexpectedly, and fine sweat dots covered his forehead and cheeks, and even dripped onto the paper.

"Damn--"

He grabbed his right hand wrist with his left hand, as if using a weapon, slowly dragging it.

With a click, he broke the pen because he couldn't control the tightness of his hand muscles in time.

"hmph!"

Falzad let out a gloomy growl, annoyed that the pen was still on the table.

Obviously, he admitted that he could not do it.

Sol looked around and spoke to everyone:

"As Astarte, in the long years to come, there will be countless battles, but none The battle will be as difficult as your own inner battle. The transformation surgery gives us superhuman strength, but it does not give us the true superhuman mind and control. The Great Rebellion is the best example."

The recruits around were nodded.

"The training you have received in the past teaches you to use your strength to the maximum. This can indeed make you a powerful weapon, but remember that no matter how powerful a weapon is, it will also be damaged. Japan, so I hope you will become weapons-using people."

Recruits, look at me and I look at you. They all have big eyes and little confusion.

"Stand in a circle! It’s kind of warrior, don’t be like a group of bandits!"

At this moment, Soshian shouted loudly, and the recruits trembled. Okay location.

And Sol on the edge of the table picked up an unused pen.

"Battle skill is not a fancy skill to confuse the enemy, or to make your movements look more brilliant. Its essence is to let you use the right power at the right time, and as much as possible It saves precious energy."

Sol lightly stroked the ink with the tip of the pen, then skimmed the edge of the ink cartridge, holding the pen barrel with his index finger and thumb, and everyone looked surprised. , Write a small standard Tela script on a clean white paper.

"Controlling power is far more complicated than using power. A powerful warrior, whether he holds a Warhammer over 500KG in his hand or a hollow branch, he can wave them in the same way. ."

Speaking, he gently put down the pen and put the pen tip on the edge of the ink cartridge lid.

"In ancient Terra, people used a word specifically to describe this state, lifting the heavy as if it were light."

"lifting the heavy as if it were light ......"

The recruits repeatedly chanted this complicated Gothic language, even Farzad was no exception.