Van Cleef could have sworn to his heart that he never expected things to come to this point. But, for some reason, he was very calm and not the slightest bit restless.

At this moment, he was silently standing side by side with Frix, the Iron Warrior. The latter is the company commander of the Iron Warriors' First Company and a member of Perturabo's Trident Council.

Van Cleef had heard of this particular position, and they consisted of only three people who were responsible for advising Perturabo on all aspects of military and other matters, and were his core advisers.

However, the Iron Warrior's face was now extremely ugly, in extreme contrast to Van Cleve's expression.

"I can't believe it." He whispered a rebuke to Van Cleeff, as if angry. "What the hell are your instructors up to, Van Cleef?"

"I wish I had." Van Cleef said without squinting. "But, in my opinion, it won't be such a fair fight."

"Are you crazy?" Frix looked at him in disbelief. "Your instructor has offered to fight our primordial in a duel.! Do you think he can outperform a primordial?! ”

Van Cleef did not answer the question.

"Listen to me, Van Cleef."

Frix lowered his voice and spoke again.

"It's not too late to mediate at this time, my original body asked all the high-ranking officers to be present to watch, I don't know what your instructor thinks, but it won't do any good to either of us when this matter gets out."

"Our instructors don't have any requirements for us." Van Cleef replied with a blank face. "I'm here just out of personal interest."

"What did you say?" Frix was full of incomprehension.

"You hear it all." Van Cleef finally turned his head. "But, you've asked me so many questions, and I have a couple of questions for you, Frix. Is the matter of Eleven Smashing a new tradition or discipline in your legion? ”

“.”

Silent, Frix nodded with an ugly face: "The original body told us about his ideals, his duties, and what he asked of us. He is a demanding leader, and we will do everything in our power to meet his requirements. ”

"And then, get his approval?" Van Cleef asked. There was a feeling in his dark eyes that Fricks didn't quite understand, and after a few seconds, he looked away and shook his head.

And the commander of a company of the Iron Warriors would never admit it, and he was actually relieved by this.

"Van Cleef—" Fricks forced himself to speak again. "-It's not too late, we must go down and stop this fight, do you want to see the Iron Warriors and the Midnight Blade turn against each other?"

"First"

Van Cleef spoke softly.

"The battle has begun, haven't you noticed? Second, Fricks. I've known you in the past as a fair and strict person, and I don't know if this person is still there, but, Frix, from Iron Warriors, I'd like to ask you to answer one of my questions. ”

"What's the problem?" Suppressed anxiety and restlessness, the commander of a company of Iron Warriors hissed and asked.

"Do you think Sergeant Eltros really deserves to die?" Van Cleef asked calmly.

"I don't judge your tactics or your strict requirements for the time it takes to carry out orders. But I don't think he's guilty of death yet, and it's the most severe punishment like eleven killing. Go and see the nine officers who are with Sergeant Eltros, and see them, Frix. ”

He turned his head slowly, his eyes cold—for a moment, Frix found himself barely recognizable as a company commander of the Eighth Legion.

They once fought side by side on a battlefield, albeit for a short time and not as well known, but this is a fact . What's going on? He asked himself secretly, but received no answer.

"As for now." Van Cleef withdrew his gaze. "Let's watch quietly, you should know better than I do that your original will cannot be changed, Frix."

The Iron Warrior's company commander was silent, and he nodded in a trance.

Yes, Peturabo's will cannot be changed, how can steel be bent with just a few words? ——

"Let's talk first." Peturabo spoke coldly. "I'm not going to kill you, Carlil Lohals. Although you have insulted me, and even made me angry for the first time in a long time, that does not mean that I am going to murder you. I'll only get back what I'm supposed to be. ”

Across the ring, Carlil curled the corners of his mouth and asked softly, "What is it?" ”

"You'll know." Perturabo replied slowly.

He lowered his head and moved his left wrist one last time.

He wears the Terminator Power Armor of his own design, which connects to the data cables he implanted for himself to activate the command and control system hidden within the armor, allowing him to control every unit of the Iron Warriors. His powertrain has also been tuned to ensure that every ounce of power is not wasted.

And this is its first actual combat.

Perturabo had faith in it, even if he hadn't had time to mount a pair of twin wrist cannons on his armor as he had planned.

"Are you ready?" Across the ring, his opponent asked.

Perturabo sneered, he lowered his head and picked up a Seiko power hammer.

The armor worn by Carlil Lohals was of a type he had never seen before, and in fact, he preferred to call it a work of art rather than armor.

The close-fitting design, and the cloak, which was useless for combat, even made Perturabo feel the urge to laugh - who designed such a stupid suit of armor? How does it help in battles and even wars?

It's ridiculous

"Come on." Peturabo spoke coldly.

He knew that Carlil Lohals was a tough opponent and even 'made Lorja Aurelian suffer', but that didn't mean anything.

Luo Jia told him all the details and did not hide anything. In Perturabo's view, the reason why Loja lost was purely because Karil Lohals was calculating with his heart.

Although he didn't know why this person was able to have the same size as the original, but

Why would he lose? He's taken it seriously enough, he's prepared enough, and he's going to win. He will take back everything that belongs to him without leaving any of them.

Rings, respect, apologies.

Peturabo gripped the hammer and took a step forward with a sneer. Carlil stood still, unmoved.

The skull was slightly crooked, and there was nothing behind the dark eye sockets. Perturabo smiled contemptuously and met the eye socket - he wasn't even going to take the initiative to attack, he wanted to make Karil Lohals fully understand the gap between them.

Wearing the power armor, I am by no means something you can compete with. You may have been able to resist a little bit of my attacks, but I didn't give it my all, and you didn't have the strength to wrestle with me.

The skeleton ignored Perturabo's sneer, he just lowered his head slightly, and in the next second, a change suddenly occurred. The dark eyes suddenly lit up with a cold blue light, and the cold suddenly appeared, and the metal that made up the ground began to creak.

The otherwise unremarkable cloak began to twist at this moment, turning into a pure shadow lurking. The black-and-white armor, which resembled the bones of the dead, shone through the cracks with a painful glow that made the eyes ache, and was even accompanied by a sound that resembled the release of steam from a machine.

Then, Karil Lohals vanished, completely out of his sight, as if it had long been gone.

Perturabo's pupils shrank, and he let out a roar of rage, raising his hammer to protect his face.

The idea of not wearing a helmet so that others could see how comfortable he was was dismantled, and with the tremendous force coming from his hands and hammer, he completely vanished, and he didn't even see where the attack was coming from.

To make matters worse, his thinking wasn't even over before a new round of attacks arrived.

It's not 'speed', it's beyond speed. The air was torn apart, and the sound of metal pounding came from Perturab's raised hammer. The sound was loud, almost thunderous, and resounded throughout the dueling arena.

Peturabo's eyes widened, he took a deep breath and prepared to counter-attack.

Such a high speed was absolutely inseparable from the vapor and the blue light, his enemy could not maintain this state for long, and if he worked on speed, his defense would never be strong - he rationally waited for that opportunity, and his rationality did not fail him.

At one point, Perturabo saw a fleeting blue light.

He immediately grinned, his wrist spun, and the colossal force swung out with a war hammer with boundless fury, a sound like a sonic boom erupted abruptly under the blow, and Perturabo's roar: "-Caught you!" ”

"Bang ——!"

It was as if the tank had been smashed, and a heavy muffled sound suddenly came. Perturabo's eyes widened in disbelief - he found his warhammer firmly in his hand, and the decomposition stance that had been activated early in the morning was now gone without a trace.

The huge hammer head and the black and white armor fit together as if it had been in shape since it was born in the mold.

"Yes." The skeleton bowed his head slightly. "And then, what are you going to do, great Perturabo?"

As the words fell, the tooth-aching sound of metal twisting was heard. His power hammer began to tremble violently, and Perturabo gritted his teeth and tugged at his wrist in an attempt to get the hammer back, but he couldn't do it anymore because it had been taken away completely.

"What a good weapon." The skeleton said in a distorted, terrifying voice. "It's a pity"

What a pity?

The answer is revealed in the next second.

He holds the hammer in his right hand and the handle in his left. Then, he started to exert force. The Seiko Power Hammer, which had already begun to show signs of destruction, crackled violently at this moment, and the arc twisted, but the skeleton was completely indifferent.

He just slowly, gently, and unstoppably with his hands, little by little, turned the power hammer into a twisted mass of scrap metal.

Then, he threw it out, impartially, and just at Peturabo's feet.

Outside the dueling arena, the Iron Warriors who came to watch were dead silent. Van Cleef silently curled the corners of his mouth and turned away without saying a word. No one from the Nightblades showed up but him, and he didn't think there was any need to watch the duel any longer.

The winner is decided.

But Van Cleef still doesn't understand the question - why is a great genetic protogen the way it looks?

In the dueling arena, Perturabo wordlessly clenched his fists, the fists of the Terminator's armor humming, metal rubbing against each other. He spoke, anger still on his face, but more of a confusion.

"You"

"Shh

Perturabo was stunned for a moment, and his confusion immediately faded, and his anger surged like a mountain of seas, completely shattering the little reason he had just risen.

He roared and rushed forward, the 'declaration of not killing' before the war had completely disappeared, and he only wanted to do one thing now, he wanted to make this person who dared to treat him like a child taste his pain at the moment!

Then he flew backwards as if he had been hit head-on by a siege engine. He slammed into the characteristic alloy walls of the Iron Blood Arena, leaving his mark on it.

The sky was spinning, and the impact was so great that he couldn't even think for a moment, while his enemies were slowly approaching. Take a leisurely stroll as if you were attending a feast.

"Remember what I said to you earlier, Peturabo?" The skeleton stood beside him and spoke softly. "I'm going to make you bleed, swollen forehead, crooked fingers, broken ribs."

He chuckled lowly, then reached out and stepped on Perturabo's right hand.

The Iron Warriors remained silent, and the warriors were in control of themselves - before the battle began, their primordial had given a death order not to allow anyone to disturb the duel, and those who violated the order would die, and even their names would be expelled from the Legion forever.

As a result, they can only watch the tragic state of their original body now. I could only watch as the 'instructor' waved his arm and tore apart the entire Terminator's armor like a toy. With a whine of steel, Perturabo was snatched out of his armor.

"Are you ready?" The skeleton asked softly.

Peturabo, who was choked by the neck, gasped, he was affected by the lack of oxygen, but this did not prevent him from swinging with his fists, trying to let this hand go. He can still fight, he can still - yes, he will definitely still fight. He'll find a chance to turn defeat into victory, and he will!

"No, you won't." The skeleton shook its head and raised its right hand. "This is a battle you will definitely lose, great Perturabo. By the way, Sergeant Eltros asked me to say hello to you, and he said that he didn't blame you. ”

The skeleton sneered lowly.

"But I will."

He threw his right fist, and the painful clash of flesh was immediately resounding, accompanied by Perturabo's hoarse shouts - was it because of the pain, or because of the words of Carlil Lohals?

No one knows.

Update complete!

Completed the achievement of beating the ruffian boss + Wan more before the death line, and he was ruined.

Continued tomorrow.

(End of chapter)