Alan Baier stroked the flesh off his cheeks, his emotions were even more numb than he imagined, more than crazy mood swings, he already knew the ruthless cruelty of this universe, and he was indeed angry, but at this moment, his emotions couldn't save him, he couldn't save Poldro, he couldn't save Scardi, he couldn't save this star sector.

His uniform was covered with scraps of his brother's flesh, and he told the soldiers who were still alive to collect the remains of the Master Chief, and he demanded that he be buried according to the highest standards of the Church in the Star Zone when the matter was over, and that his body be placed in a static position, with artificial skin and filling, and that his head be put together in good condition, so that he would be decent and loyal enough to prostrate himself before the Emperor.

And as a person alive today, there is only so much he can do, his death is not meaningless, he is just dutifully completing his mission, and the actions of the Master Chief once again remind Alan Bair, he is the lord of the ships, the lord of Skadi, the one who resists the irreversible chaos of the Great Vortex, and the only one in the entire star sector who must not fear Huron.

He was like a master chief raising his weapon, and he walked to the deck according to his own responsibility, and the rest of the officers, the captain of Poldero, the veterans of the Red Pirates, and Huron were all looking at him, as if he were the star of a stage play, and Huron noticed that the mortal looked at him with no anger or fear, only calmness......

At this moment, Alan Baier was so cold that he felt surprised, but he still stepped down from his place, picked up the saber and the relic pistol, and he just asked the King of Blackhearts. "You're losing your temper...... To your gods, you want to insult your gods with such a duel, to prove that you are independent of their personality, to prove that you are worth more than others, and you obviously don't believe in them, why do you want to be their dog?"

Huron asked in surprise. "How can you tell?"

Alan Bair replied. "Because we are a kind of people, it's just that the empire can allow a mortal lord to control the entire star region, because my lifespan is only five hundred years, and the highest is eight hundred years, and the perennial war, no matter how to prolong my life, I estimate that I am only three hundred years old, and secondly, a projectile from a killer can easily let me sleep peacefully."

"That's right, if you weren't a Space Marine, you'd have come to my point, you still worship the emperor in your heart, you just can't stand this rotten empire, and at the same time transfer those emotions to the human lord, and at the same time, you don't believe that those so-called gods can give everything for you."

Huron laughed, his broken voice letting out a hoarse and vicious incantation, and he was hiding his own thoughts of being seen through by Alan Baier, as he shouted. "I reiterate my offer to give you control over the entire sector, just as the Empire did to you, you can pay me 11 taxes, and I guarantee that you will not see any aliens or Imperial troops set foot in your territory in your short life!"

He once again offered those sweet and seductive words, not to beg for mercy, but to appreciate this young man, and if he could, he would try to get Garred to transform this mortal so that he could follow him through the universe and level the Empire.

But Alan Bair just replied. "This has nothing to do with me obeying you or the Empire, I am not fighting to be anyone's dog, just to resist the power of chaos for the entire universe, the boundless swallowing of the human race, and when you use the subspace energy to sway the war, we have already broken up, there is no possibility of cooperation, if you are willing to talk to me like this before attacking the forest world, I will accept it, but ...... now"

"I have inherited the wishes of countless mortal heroes in the entire star region, and I want to hinder the forces of chaos from invading here, no matter what I do, how many people I kill, I want the entire star region to continue."

He was already like an overripe fruit, with his own thoughts and ideas, Huron couldn't help but show a disappointed expression, and at the same time pulled out his blood-drinking sword, he shot at Elabar, the fire flew everywhere, and after a loud bang, the bomb was absorbed by the Void Shield, and a terrifying wave was turned over at the position of Alan Baier's head, and at the same time announced the beginning of the duel.

As an Imperial veteran, Alan Byr immediately retracted into the nearest bunker, the command point of the bridge, that is, the pedestal made of pure gold under the large captain's seat, Huron relentlessly moved forward, and at the same time opened fire, and the explosive bombs smashed on the pedestal, revealing the countless lines of flowing source power, the lines were melted by the heat generated by the friction of the projectile, and the source force emitted bursts of sparks, so that Alan Byron could not see Huron's location clearly.

The War Lord sensitively rolled backwards and left the bunker while throwing a fragment mine, and in the next second, the blood-drinking sword smashed into the position he had just placed, and the fragment that pulled the lead exploded, slashing Huron's cheek.

Huron asked at this moment. "Why don't you use a hot melt bomb?"

Alan Baier said breathlessly. "Of course, if I used a hot melt bomb, you wouldn't have come there at all, you have the instinct of a beast to be dangerous, I can feel it."

Huron couldn't help but laugh, he rarely had such a fighting feeling, like two people playing chess, the next game of happy fighting chess, the last time he felt like this, it was when he fought with the Imperial Astarte on Badab!

His huge power pliers grabbed the base shell and tore open a large piece of adamantite gold, since the bomb explosion effect is not good, then try this! After a squeaky and ear-sore tearing sound, a huge hydraulic tongs held a whole piece of pure gold half a meter thick in his hand and threw it at the same time.

The wind alone from such a huge object was suffocating, and Alan Bair just raised his gun, blasted a piece in hot melt mode, and drilled through.

Bright red melted gold flowed on the outside of his carapace, and his characteristic red cloak began to burn from the heat, and at the same time, the hot melt gun fired at Huron, who raised his arm, and was so hot that he burned a large chunk of the power tongs.

At this point, both of them became embarrassed, and the Red Pirate veteran champions were amazed that this mortal could fight with their master for so long, because if they really fought, they might not be able to "play" with their master like this, only Garon. Wizard Soulet was distraught, he sensed what was happening here with the winds of subspace, and he prophesied that this mortal would destroy everything......

At this moment the wizard was chanting a spell, he wanted to prevent any accidents, but in the next second, five flames flashed in his mind at the same time, the strongest one was silver, which made his eyes tingle, followed by red, which made his heart dry, then green and blue, which made his joints sore, and his mind numb, and finally purple, which made his blood circulate faster just by seeing it.

He curled up in his room, wailing in pain, he realized that this battle had been recognized by the gods, as part of the fate of the universe, became the core of the chessboard of the gods, to use the metaphor of chess, that is, in a long game, the last few moves, the most important chess, to decide who the winner is, the big chess!

That's right, fate has come to this, and at this crucial crossroads, the great powers have recognized the rebellion of these two arrogant mortals against their fate, that is, to use the most honorable and primitive methods to decide the peace and stability of the human empire for a thousand years, and in the last hundred years of these forty thousand years, everything will be decided here.

At this moment, the King of Blackhearts no longer wants to play, he must raise his spirit to win and prove that he has worth, and Alan Baier must also do his best, just to survive so that his brothers can get out of the gray war.

The two men raised their weapons and tentatively circled each other like two lions, and they searched the deck for all possible flaws on the opposite side, where the air that had been circulated hundreds of times had almost frozen, and finally the younger Ellabar chose to launch his own projectile, the gravitational bomb.

A dark ripple vortex exploded beside Huron, he felt that this thing was crushing his internal organs through the armor, like a small black hole, he had suffered the loss of this thing, and several of his veterans died because of it, but he just relied on the adsorption of the magnetic boots to easily get out of the gravitational force that was fatal to mortals.

But the next moment, Alan Byr brandished a saber and stabbed, Huron had to resist with a blood-drinking sword, the two divine weapons touched, making a buzzing sound, Huron was more powerful, he slowly put his weight against it, even with the gravitational help of the gravitational bomb, even with the brute force that the greenskins created for Alan Bair's fear, the mortal lord was still much worse than the real space marine.

Huron finally couldn't hold back his laughter now, he enjoyed the feeling that his life was hanging by a thread, that he was so evenly matched, that he forgot the pain of his implant, that he forgot that he was already half-dead, and he let out that hoarse, crazy laugh, but Alan Bair seemed to be extremely hard, and he had not achieved any advantage in the battle so far.

Alan Bair, he had to admit that this king was stronger than any heresy and xenomorph he had ever dealt with, stronger than the Archon of the Spirit Clan, stronger than the Greenskinned Wagghboss, stronger than the Traitor Inquisitor...... Sweat was streaming down his forehead, the destructive stance on his saber was beginning to weaken, and he rarely used duels to win wars, and now his shortcomings were on display here.

Maybe he is better than Huron, better than operating and winning people's hearts, and he can be equal to him, but only in combat, he goes all out, and it is just a pleasure for Huron.

He almost gave up, the power of the gravitational bomb began to wane, but Huron became more and more excited, and the strength grew, and he couldn't think of how he could win, until a surprising Primal World flintlock pistol was fired at Huron from the captain's seat.

A primitive buckshot, so weak that the gods couldn't even cut through Huron's primitive skin, and neither did the person who fired it, nor did Captain Bordero, how much help the souvenir he picked up in his hurry would be in this moment of human existence.

The lead bullet sank into the breathing port of Huron's implant, blocking his oxygen supply, and the space soldier's physique actually didn't need much oxygen, which was nothing, but Huron's breathing port was inhaling with strong force, and the lead bullet was sucked into the implant by a strong suction, making Huron feel a momentary tingling.

If it were usual, such a feeling would not be worth mentioning, but at this moment, in the face of this mortal lord, Huron's attitude of taking it lightly made him pay the price.

He reached out and ripped off his breath to take out the lead bullet, but Alan Bair saw the opportunity, loosened his saber and plunged the blood-drinking sword into his abdomen, and at the same time took out his relic pistol and struck Huron's terrible wound in the Badab war with the maximum power of the hot melt.

In an instant, a lose-lose situation appeared, and Alan Baier stood there, his internal organs flowing out of his abdomen, and the bright red blood-drinking sword pierced through his body, and at the same time, Huron's pull out, causing a second wound and turning his uniform red.

And the implants of a quarter of Huron's body have become hot molten lava, he stings and screams, and his life-sustaining equipment is failing, in this case, it normally takes only half a minute for this person to die, but he is Luft Huron, Huron the Blackheart, tyrant and blood marauder of Badab, traitor, heretic and outcast, he is stubborn and does not want to die.

At this moment, he saw the wall in a daze, it was something made of countless blades, and his will was passing through it, enjoying a thousand cuts, and in the real world, those Red Pirate veterans hugged him very quickly and began to design the coordinates.

The next second, Huron collapsed on the floor of the Wraitper's teleportation chamber, weak, frantically sucking his breath back into his lungs, and he felt as if he was going to suffocate.

His armor is overloaded by passing through subspace. It is widely believed that only those wearing Terminator armor can be effectively teleported and may not survive, but Huron can travel deeper into the subspace, and he knows that he will not die, so he dares to propose a duel.

After being rescued, Gared, the apothecary immediately began to use his superb skills to stabilize his master's wounds, but in any case, the Red Pirates' chain of command collapsed, and the aggressive warships began to retreat, while declaring another victory for Alan Bair.

Only now, Alan Baier was standing in a pool of blood, his willpower had been weakened, and he saw that the silver sun was basking him, there was no warmth, extremely cold, he asked this towering being, if he could go back, whether it was considered to complete the mission, but this one still did not answer him.

The Lord of Humanity is always so elusive that Alan Bair always thought he was the closest to the Emperor, but he was wrong, and the wise man never showed vulnerability to anyone except Makado......

In the real world, Alan Bair was carried into a static position by the guards before he completed the resurrection operation for the three survivors of the heroic crew.

In the midst of the lightning, he hurried here, his mechanical legs were almost on fire, and there were no cathars around him who were supposed to protect him no matter what, he had come in a shuttle, and it had taken a long time!

He looked at the mortal hero who was completely penetrated, the mechanized display glowing red and flickering, he raised his third hand, and said emotionlessly.

"There are no more chances, the internal organs are massively destroyed, the cardiac efficacy is less than 2 percent, the area of brain death is controllable, the calculation is completed, and the probability of success is ...... 0.5 percent for surgery to start while I would ...... Do the best I can! ”

(End of chapter)