The chainsaw swords collided with each other, rubbed, and the violent touch of the single-molecule blade instantly raised the temperature of the contact place by tens of thousands of degrees, turning into countless sparks and the collapse of the blade, and the non-commissioned officer of the Destruction Eagle was not in a hurry, blocking the full force of the Red Pirate Champion, but he also felt that his hands were weak and numb, and he turned resistance into dodge, like an elegant hummingbird, dodging the enemy's attacks one at a time.

At the same time, the Astarte tactical team of the Destroying Eagle used explosive bombs to hinder the other Red Pirates from supporting the battle, and there was also a reason why the Holy Duel should not be disturbed, and those warriors did not deliberately attack the non-commissioned officer of the Destroying Eagle.

This is a primitive and great duel, which determines the fate of countless people, and at the same time ridiculously simple, just two powerful warriors fighting each other, when the champion's blade brushes the armor of the new non-commissioned officer of the Destruction Eagle, and a conspicuous wound is listed on the pottery steel, the slight gap in combat effectiveness between them is manifested.

The minions of the gods were so powerful that he had given up everything to worship absolute violence, and now he had gained power, far superior to his former brothers, and the pressure he showed was distressing, and the non-commissioned officer had to retreat again and again, and his clever attacks made him feel the smell of metal rust from the sharp chainsaw sword through his helmet.

He raised his explosive pistol and fired it in his busy schedule, barely penetrating his armor, faintly embedded in his body, an attack that was enough for mortals to break flesh and bones, but at close range, it could only stop the monster for less than a moment, but it was enough, and the non-commissioned officer relied on this moment and hurriedly pulled away.

He was constantly recovering his breath, he had never encountered such a formidable enemy in his training within the warband, even if he had been training with the former Master Chief, now the Champion Think Tank, and had experienced the heretical war on Loand, it was difficult for him to keep up with this traitor.

"What's the matter, guy from Ghost Peak, the rumors of your bravery and good fighting are all groundless?" He raised his chainsaw sword and assaulted his backpack to push it forward one at a time, striking the non-commissioned officer closer and closer to the mortal battle line.

The non-commissioned officer continued to parry, and the single-molecule blade on the chainsaw sword had been completely rolled up, greatly reducing its power, while the enemy relied on his strange power and the help of the assault backpack every time to smash down a powerful attack.

He wasn't one-sided, though, instead he waited for the enemy's backpack to run out of fuel, and when the champion had to land on the ground, he realized that his attack didn't hurt the young Astarte much.

And his chainsaw sword was completely curled and could only be replaced with a tactical dagger, which he had to praise. "Calm, stamina, patience and technique are also good, it's too wasteful to be a pawn of the corpse emperor."

The young non-commissioned officer of the Destruction Eagle replied. "Experienced in a hundred battles and superior in technology, it is a real waste for a warrior like you to work hard for those so-called gods, those hateful evil gods have never cared about the soul and existence of human beings, and you are just obsessed."

The two of them confronted each other in their own positions, but secretly manipulated their armor to pierce many super-sized stimulants to improve their physical strength, this is not training, but a life-and-death struggle, after strengthening morphine and synthetic dopamine and a part of the drugs that enhance regenerative ability were injected into the veins in turn, the non-commissioned officer felt a blur in front of him, and the next thing was inexhaustible power.

Once again, the two were torn apart, relying entirely on speed, strength, and skill, stabbing each other with fanged daggers into the bodies of their enemies, and the smell of blood began to permeate the dueling arena while their men engaged in fierce battles.

The Red Pirate flies up and down in the blast to dodge the projectiles, while the Doom Eagle fires more quickly and alternately, and the dense trajectory allows the Red Pirate warriors to be hit several times, but not deadly.

The members of the Destruction Eagle communicate with each other using communicators, and their actions are so unified that one wonders if they are clones, but they are undoubtedly modified by the most elite natural persons in the Empire.

The unity of the loyal Space Marines is far greater than that of the traitorous Star Marines, who rely on the tactical maneuvers of the three to successfully dodge the enemy attacks that dive one after another, while the Red Pirate warriors, although there are four of them, have more and more wounds on their bodies.

The Space Marines, who wanted to go down to support from the Rand Marauders, had to be timid to suppress their heavy Riemanus's firepower, and the battlefield was instantly at a stalemate.

It is true that the Red Pirates are more powerful in terms of top-notch combat power, but the war needs to accomplish strategic objectives, not a unilateral balance of power, and if they can't destroy the Levalus tank, their battle line is only false.

At this point, the Red Pirate Champion fought more and more urgently, and gradually his physical strength dissipated faster and more violently, on the contrary, the young non-commissioned officer of the Destruction Eagle fought steadily, relying on the Imperial Guard as a backing and delay-based tactical goal, slowly accumulating an advantage.

Ironically, the Red Pirate Champion, who had both experience and strength, was forced to disrupt the rhythm of the battle because of his comrades, and gradually weakened in the dagger melee like a storm, and was seen by the young non-commissioned officer to kick it away and roll down the slope, while the dagger got stuck in the gap between his helmet, priing his "head" open.

The bright red helmet with its long ornamentation fell to the ground with the champion, and the mighty warrior revealed his badly mutated disgusting face, like the mouthparts of a scavenger called a crab on Terra, with a hairless head and porked skin that was disgusting and disgusting.

This is why the Red Pirates resent Alan Byer, if it wasn't for this man forcing them to forcibly jump into subspace, they wouldn't have been so polluted in a short period of time, making their genetic seeds almost unusable.

Even for a renegade Space Soldier like the Red Pirate, the mutation is still a shame that proves his weakness, in other words, because of Alan Baier, the warrior lost the value of genetic seed recycling, that is, a real man, turned into a barren, although the metaphor is not appropriate, but that shame and anger surround him for the rest of his life.

He clutched his cheeks and made a miserable and pathetic sound, while the young non-commissioned officer walked up to the champion and picked up his tactical dagger made of human skin, ready to end the poor man's life.

"Death from above!" He erupted with his iconic Space Marine Warcry, just like Oneeus. Praid's prediction that his beloved brother would die here, far away on the battlefield bombed by the Imperial Guard, the evil commander suddenly felt a tingling in his heart, and he couldn't help but increase the intensity of his prayers, and a word came from the darkest and most vicious abyss.

It was not the words of man, nor did he recognize any race, alien, ancient language, what he considered to be as erudite and proficient as the greatest scholars of the Empire, and he immediately realized that the great gods of that time, the embodiment of the four most basic desires.

He immediately meditated on piety, for the sake of ...... Camaraderie? Brotherhood? Your own hegemony? He can't tell the difference, he doesn't care, he does what he wants, and acts according to his own ideas, which is the reason for his betrayal of the empire.

He broke taboos, greed, chasing desires, lust, lust, love war, killing, except for the unchanging lord of the plague, all three of them could favor him, but when he saw that person from the depths of his consciousness, he couldn't help but complete the expansion of his desire as a man.

And the next moment, the dagger in the young non-commissioned officer's hand was bounced away by an inexplicable violent sound wave, and he felt that his body was weak, and the palm of his hand that was enough to strangle a bull ant could not hold a dagger at the moment?

He realized that something had changed, but the next second, a blast bomb hit him in the chest, and the armor kept the painkillers and stimulants pumping to keep his body active, and he looked at the loser and smiled wryly.

"It turns out that the survivor of Badab is just, a despicable villain......" He clutched his chest, gradually weakening, this is definitely not fatal to a space marine, but in front of him is an absolute beast.

And the champion just glanced at the battle line in the distance, picked up his helmet and put it on, and picked up his dagger, and replied indifferently. "I also want to die dignified, but I have a responsibility that I have to fulfill, and now my life belongs to a brother, not myself, you just killed me, I recognize your power."

"Young man, I will give your soul and skull to the Lord of the Throne, not to the stupid Corpse Emperor."

The non-commissioned officer pulled out the fragment of armor on his chest as a weapon, and the blood moistened the white fragment of terracotta, revealing a thick black carapace on his chest, and he replied to the man. "I do not recognize your Lord."

The two of them fought again, the smell of blood with the roar of fighting, more savage and crazy than the last time, how ferocious the battle of the trapped beasts was, not to mention the battle between the interstellar marines, the countless desire to survive drove the two people, and the inexhaustible responsibilities bound the two.

And at the same time, the brigadier looked helplessly at the death match of this group of supermen, it had nothing to do with him, he was a mortal, he couldn't set foot in a sacred duel, and he didn't have the ability, no matter who he was, stepping into that circle, the best outcome was that the vertebrae were pulled out and used as a whip.

He had seen superhuman battles, and he had also seen the end of this duel interfered with by the Unknown Heaven and Earth, and he was almost suffocated, and he could only let tens of thousands of people witness the fight between the two demigods, watching them fight frantically with punch by punch and stab.

About three hours were over, and the exhausted non-commissioned officer was knocked to the edge of the slope by the opportunity, his lower body clinging to the soft soil, his chest dangling to the left and right, his body trampled by the feet of the Red Pirate Champion, the man standing high above him like a victor.

And at this moment, several Astral Army veterans couldn't stand it at all, and fired the laser gun, but even the outer coating of this traitor Star Marine couldn't scorch......

The Brigadier General immediately called for a ceasefire, because shooting in this situation would ruin their relationship with the Destruction Eagle, and the duel could not be broken regardless of the outcome, and if their shot hit the Destruction Eagle's Astarte officer, the regiment would be infamous for killing Astarte and would never be able to turn over......

At this moment, he was extremely envious of the Fourth Skadi Regiment, those soldiers not only had ancient weapons that could defeat the Space Marines, but also the Skadi Lord as a backing, no matter what, they would not be afraid, but could fight without restraints.

And on the battlefield, the non-commissioned officer of the Astarte Destruction Eagle looked at the soldier in front of him with a dying breath. "I lost, but, I have a request, I won against you, and there is a problem with the outcome this time, so you, after completing the strategic goal, have to let go of the mortals here......"

The Red Pirate Champion asked in surprise. "Mortal? You're dying! Concerned about these mortals? You have at least a thousand years to live, and no mortal here together will be taller than five hundred! And what were your last words? Do you want these mortals to be safe?"

The non-commissioned officer nodded.

"I have no obligation, you are dying, you are dead, you are already ......" The champion was a little incoherent, he did not think of such a last word, he guessed that this person could have many great words and even make the situation change, he thought about the young man turning defeat into victory, and let his inglorious victory turn into his death......

He didn't think that this powerful Astarte wanted to intercede with mortals in the end, and he would kill this group of people no matter what, and it was a few days later at this moment!

But the non-commissioned officer replied. "You will agree, because you are a warrior, it has nothing to do with whether you are a heretic or not, you are a warrior, a warrior like the Eagle, you cheated in the duel, if you don't want to be unable to sleep peacefully in this life, then let them go, those things that are worthless in your eyes."

The champion hesitated, then he raised his blade and shouted. "I, the leader of the Red Pirate Champion, I, the most powerful Champion of Sadism, I, the warrior who wants to fulfill the great dream of a lord, I, Kekaza. Karak (meaning fortress, fortress of war), swears by the Brass Throne to give the mortal army time to retreat after removing the heads of the warriors in front of them! Thirty standard Terra minutes! Otherwise, the soul dissipates! Forever! ”

In an instant, this cloudless man-made world suddenly thundered and thundered, and the clouds were thick, and his words set off a reaction in the subspace, representing the approval of his Lord, and at the same time, the soul was destroyed, representing the most terrible curse in the mortal world, the dead can go to the subspace to find their own god, which is the last mercy of this world, and the beginning of all curses, and his words represent that he takes this mercy as the bottom line and fulfills this promise!

Next, he inserted the blade, and the blood flew up, and he lifted the young man's red helmet head, and the blood kept dripping, wetting the champion's helmet and landing on his helmet eyes, looking like he was crying......

Then he shouted hoarsely. "Do you hear that? Mortals! Get out of here, ten minutes! There's no room for it, get out of here! "The thunder continued, and the Imperial Guard began to retreat as fast as they could, and no one dared to stay, including the three Doom Eagle Warriors who followed the non-commissioned officer, who were also indulged by this champion.

When the Imperial Guard left his field of vision, the thunder in the sky dissipated, and the champion began to pick up a scattered plank on the ground and use the dagger that killed the warrior to make his own tombstone, on which his head was inserted......

(End of chapter)