As soon as I turned around, I saw a fist almost half the size of my face rushing towards me. Although I expected Silvia's temper to be difficult to make a move, I didn't expect it to be so fast, whether it was the battle instinct tempered by the battlefield or the prophetic talent brought by the psionic energy, it was too late to exert the effect at this time, and all I could do was to bow my head, let go of my fragile eyes and nose, and use the strongest forehead to withstand the attack.www.biquge.info My forehead can withstand even small-caliber bullets, and a mere fist is not a threat.

The moment the impact happened, I was glad that Sylvia had some warrior arrogance and didn't hit me in the back of the head as I turned my back on her. But then there was a louder impact from the back of my head, but I slammed into the hatch backwards, and the violent concussion made my eyes blacken, and I almost passed out.

It's just this dizziness for a few seconds, if she had the heart to kill, would I have broken my neck and died cleanly, or would I have broken my lumbar vertebrae and experience a long pain before I died? Think about the end of the Chaos wizard named Vash Tode......

By the time my vision was clear, Sylvia had already taken a few steps back, and was looking at the trace of blood on her fist as if she still had some regret - the fist was not a sharp weapon, so naturally it could not break my head, and the bleeding only broke the blood scab left by the previous gunshot wound. Seeing that I was sober, she immediately put on a stern face, "Since you missed the ready-made gift, you have to use blood to win the prey!" ”

It's this kind of barbarian crookedness again, how did you get mixed up in the army like this? Is it really a relationship that is covered by someone on it?

I'm also a barbarian myself, and I can accept this concept without any obstacles, but at this time I can't just accept it, on the one hand, without using witchcraft, I'm not sure that I can beat her, at least with my bare hands is absolutely hopeless, and if I use witchcraft, not to mention whether she will agree to accept it, I'm not in a perfect state after all, and if you don't get it right, both of them will be in danger of life, and besides, everyone is a serious imperial soldier, and how can you learn from wild wolves everywhere in the world? The wolf family has the foundation and strength to be a maverick at will, and we don't even have a fart to imitate them, that's death!

I took out the power sword Sylvia had given me and threw it at her with its sheath. She reached out and took it, then drew her sword, dropped its scabbard and made a defensive gesture, "Do you think you can defeat me with your sword?" ”

I didn't answer, and when I raised my hand again, a giant sword nearly a man tall appeared in my hand, from the mysterious warband Grey Knight Nemesis, a huge weapon that weighed even more than Sylvia's weight, and I had to use some psionic energy to barely hold it in front of me.

"You...... Want to fight me with this? Sylvia couldn't help but be stunned.

Silvia had used this sword herself, so she knew its power and its weight. It can easily cut through steel even without the energy field activated, but it is not a weapon suitable for dealing with mortals. After all, even for someone as strong as her, all she could do was lift it up, and she couldn't use it as a weapon.

I said in my heart that if you don't understand, that's right, that's what you want. If everything were up to you, would there be a place for me to speak in the future? A person like you has the ability and background, as long as there is a slight opportunity, you can soar to the sky, and the current imperial war is where the opportunity for soldiers to make meritorious contributions lies, if I don't seize the time now to establish an incomparably glorious image in front of you, then what will my future life become?

Time is running out!

With that in mind, I put my palm on the blade of my sword and gently cut open a wound to let the blood flow. This weapon is genetically locked, in the hands of the gray knight wearing power armor, the mech in this sword can communicate with the armor mech for genetic authentication, and only need to shed a little blood at the first ceremony of accepting the weapon, but the individual logic engine I am equipped with is not as high-end as the interstellar marine, there is no genetic authentication function, and every time I turn it on, there will be little bloodshed.

Not only did I smear the authentication device on the hilt of my sword, but I also dripped it on the blade, sliding down the blade and onto the steel floor.

Seeing the light on my sword's edge light up, Sylvia also subconsciously activated the power field of the weapon in her hand. Weapons made for mortals are much more convenient than space marines in this regard, although they are also genetically locked, but they can be unlocked with fingerprints when they are usually used.

Judging by her attitude, it seems that she is ready to face a real life-and-death struggle.

I pointed to the side, "Major, please give way." ”

I hadn't spoken for a long time, and when I said it suddenly, what I said made her inexplicable. However, although she did not understand it, because she was addressed by military rank, which meant that it was a formal order, Sylvia had to move two steps to the side.

I hung my greatsword on the ground and looked up, my gaze piercing through the layers of steel into the endless void, spanning thousands of light-years, and confronting the glory of the Emperor once again, just as I had visited the Golden Throne in the square of the Holy Terra twenty years ago when I was a young man just out of school. The light filled my body until it overflowed, emanating from me, illuminating the entire dim chamber as day.

"I am the Emperor's servant, the sword and the bulwark of mankind," I said aloud in High Gothic, and the high-pitched voice reverberated back and forth in the cabin, each syllable resonating with a thick echo and resonance, "In the name of the Emperor and mankind, this place is the territory of the Empire, and I will purify the filth with the light of the Emperor, and I will defend it with my sword, and I will not allow aliens to trample on it, and I will not tolerate heresy and blasphemy." I hereby make a bloody vow. ”

With that, the light on me grew stronger, and I unleashed all the supernatural powers I could wield. The magic spell I have just learned today is called the Holy Shield, this light comes from the supreme will of mankind, it is the condensation of the purest faith in the world, it has no effect on the loyal and pure human beings at all, but it can burn all filth and impurity like the fire of the purest promethium fuel, and even the most powerful and indescribable beings beyond the comprehension of ordinary people will cry out in pain under this light.

Steel could not hinder this supernatural power, and the light of the shield stretched hundreds of meters through the obstacles. There are no more demons in this place that can coalesce into a physical entity, and all I have to deal with is the unclean traces of heresy stained here, without the full force of swinging a sword to pierce armor. It only takes a little light to purify a large part of the space, and all I have to do is let that light spread as far as possible.

It's something that only I can do -- I mean, so quickly and efficiently. The clergy and nuns of the Holy See can also purify the contaminated things, but that will require a lot of manpower and material resources, a long time to eat, a long prayer service, and a lot of holy water and fire. The holy water was made by soaking the parchment paper of the Imperial Holy Book in water, and it was very difficult to make, not to mention how much strength the steel would have left after a fire and water wash, and whether it could continue to be used as a weapon. Therefore, when dealing with those things that have been polluted by chaos, the empire often destroys them directly, unless it is something as precious as a warship that will spend a lot of effort to purify. However, it is still the same sentence, time is running out!

After a long time, all my supernatural powers were squandered, and the light gradually dimmed and finally died out completely. I shook my body a little weakly, and I had to rely on my sword to stand still. Sylvia quickly put down her sword and walked over to me, letting me lean on her shoulder.

After a moment's respite, I solemnly said to her, "Sylvia, I have completely purified this ship, and from now on it is no longer just a trophy entrusted to you by the wolf, but a real weapon that can be used. You understand the responsibilities you're going to have, right? ”

"But ......" From such a close distance, I could see a complex look on Sylvia's face, including joy, excitement, confusion, and doubt.

"Nothing! It's in your hands now, and when you drive it to a few victories, who can take it away? I stared into her eyes and accentuated my tone further, "Now, Sylvia, I am giving it to you as a gift to ask you to be my wife. Do you agree? ”