Sevita grimaced and raised her hands so that the Wardogs' servants could anoint him.

Duel cages are common in all major Astarte legions, and they come in a variety of forms. Armor-piercing, non-armor-piercing, unarmed, non-bare hands, and even live weapons are allowed

Some scholars have published several books on these matters, but unfortunately they are either exaggerated or too vague for anyone to really touch on these complex cultures.

However, in Sevita's view, the dueling cage is nothing more than a channel for the Astartes to vent their excesses to each other.

It doesn't even matter if it's oiled or not, but if it's oiled, it will be dyed with honor? In the same way, fighting in a duel pit is the same as fighting in the ring of a duel cage.

But this time is different.

This time—

He turned his head and glanced at the two giants standing behind him.

One man's complexion was like ashes, his eyes were deep, and he was so dark that it looked like a weathered tombstone. The other had bronzed skin, tall and muscular, and he didn't need to do anything, but he had a heroic aura.

At this moment, they all looked at him. The former smiled at him in encouragement, while the latter's facial muscles trembled and greeted Sevita with a not-so-friendly smile.

The captain of the first squad sighed, turned his head back, and craned his neck in resignation to make the servants move faster. Their cold iron hands were busy, and all around them was noisy.

As night fell, Nightblade and the Wardogs mingled to cheer on their respective supporters. It's worth mentioning that not all Nightblades support Sevita - just as not all Wardogs support Sevita's opponents.

His opponent was called Karn. Company commander of the 8th Company of War Hounds.

Sevita stared at him, observing the scars on his body, and began to wonder where she should start.

He didn't have to look down at himself, his body wasn't much better than Karn's scarred warrior's body. His opponent was looking at him at the moment, his eyes full of calm.

Sevita didn't like the calm very much.

All the while, the opponents he fought against were in different moods, and few people would face him with complete calm. The last person to do so was Sigismund, and Sevita didn't like him.

Let's put it this way, if you had to pick someone from outside the legion who could fight side by side, Sevita would choose Sigismund. But he didn't like him.

Half a minute later, the servants had done their job. Sevita lowered her head, looked at the weapon rack in front of him, and randomly picked a chainsaw sword.

He doesn't like to use a sword, but that doesn't mean he's not good at using it. His opponent was armed with a chainsaw axe, short instead of his imaginary two-handed axe. Sevita carried his weapon and strolled with his opponent into a makeshift dirt hole.

The day's fighting was over, and now that it was already night, they deserved a little hard-won rest

Sevita pursed her lips and took a deep breath of air. His senses entered a new level at this moment, and not far away, the crackling sound of the orc corpse being burned reached his ears.

He danced the blade casually, didn't activate it, just spun his arms and wrists in a fancy way, with a light step.

He wasn't going to attack first, and coincidentally, his opponent seemed to think the same way.

"Aren't you going to attack first?" Sevita asked.

"Nope." The company commander named Karn shook his head, his voice very quiet. He didn't say a word other than that.

Sevita bared her teeth, her oiled skin reflecting ominous light in the light. He continued to spin his wrist and paced through the mud puddle.

"I heard you offered to fight me?" Sevita asked tentatively—he certainly didn't know if Karn had taken the initiative.

He was just guessing based on Angrand's words. If it had the effect of disturbing Karn's mind a little, then he would have made a lot of money.

Yes, Sevita is not averse to using this tactic, in fact, he likes it.

"Nope." Kahn said. "I'm idle to come and fight a Midnight Blade on the night of a war with an orc, and I've never liked this kind of duel. It's nothing more than combat training. ”

Sevita smiled, Karn's words made him agree. Moreover, there was a vague hint of praise for his legion. If Karn praised him alone, he wouldn't accept it, but against the Legion.

That's another story.

"Coincidentally, so did I." Sevita spoke the truth to a stranger in a rare way. "I don't want to come and fight one of the War Hounds at night. So? ”

"So, let's get it done as soon as possible." Kahn said.

The next second, he moved. Sevita's skin trembled at the sight of a flash of light, and the wind crept with the roar of a chainsaw axe. Sevita frowned, resisting with her sword as she expertly fired back verbally at her opponent.

"I thought you didn't like it."

Karn slashed his sword as he replied, "What's the matter?" ”

"What do you think?"

"I think you're talking too much." Karn chuckled lowly. "If you want to fight, come on, there's no turning back anyway."

Sevita sighed.

"Okay." He said in a deliberately flirtatious tone.

——

Carlil clasped his hands and shook his head as he watched the battle in the duel pit. Angron looked a little interested, and there was a smile in his blue eyes. He turned his head, gave a thumbs-up to Karn in the bunker, and smiled proudly.

"He's not bad, is he?" The Nukerians asked.

"He's a lot more senior than Vita, Angron, he's a Terra-veteran and it's not the first day I've known Karn. Your ostentatious attitude makes me a little confused about how to answer you. Carlil replied with a smirk.

Karn said the same thing. The gladiator from Nukeria shrugged. "He didn't understand why I had to arrange a duel at this time. Actually, I just wanted to get them to know each other as soon as possible. A close duel will always lead to friendship between the two legions. ”

"I think it's more than that, right?" Carlil asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Yes." Angron nodded, happily admitting his selfishness.

"You don't know, Carlil. Sigismund, the Fist of the Empire, has made a lot of fame in recent years, and it is rumored that only one person has a tie with him, and he mentions this person whenever he meets people. Of course, I'm curious about Yago Sevitaleon. ”

Karil was silent for a moment, and began to feel a little worried about Sevita's future life.

"So, who do you think will win?"

Angrand's expression became serious, and he looked thoughtfully at the two men fighting in the mud puddle, and only after a period of observation did he give his own answer.

"It's hard to say." He frowned, his expression a little surprisingly serious.

"Karn doesn't like to do things like duel pits on weekdays, he doesn't participate in them at all, and this is the most enthusiastic I've ever seen him. And Yago Sevitaleon is also very talented, and fighting requires experience and talent, and he has both. How the hell did you train him? ”

Carlil smiled, and many images appeared in front of him.

"Simple. Just keep beating him. Carlil said. In fact, it's best to hit it every day. ”

Angron was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing. He smiled as he reached out and put his arm around Carlil's shoulder.

"Your sense of humor is getting better and better!"

"Really?" Carlil raised an eyebrow. "I have a couple of jokes here, would you like to hear them?"

"It doesn't have to be." Angron smiled and shook his head, talking about something else in Carlile's look of regret.

"Let's get down to business, there's always time for jokes. I want Wardogs and Nightblades to work together, it's a counterinsurgency thing. ”

He gestured, his expression becoming serious. The changes in his war career over the years were evident, and the former Nukerian gladiators were now able to speak sensibly about war and conquest.

Carlil frowned: "Another rebellion?" In the Taiping Star Domain? ”

"Yes." Angron replied slowly. "Most of the planetary governors who are promoted will quickly become the most depraved in a few years, and some will even have even greater ambitions as a result."

"This is the case with Cappadocia, which was spotted by my scout fleet and wanted to land on a neighboring moon to get supplies. But just as soon as he got close to orbit, he was attacked, and one of my captains even lost half his life"

The primordial bodies of the war dogs snorted coldly, "They obviously don't care about the oath they once swore to, it's been less than seven years since the Cappadocians declared their submission to the Empire. I think they deserve a stern lesson, do you? ”

"I'd love to have Nightblade join the fight." Carlil said. "However, there is only one planet, so it shouldn't be the opponent of the war dogs, right?"

"That's the problem." Angron shook his head worriedly. "They don't just have one planet. In fact, the governor of Cappadocia enveloped four nearby worlds. ”

"God knows what conditions he promised to let them join him, my expeditionary fleet can't eat five planets in one sitting. Since you're nearby, I'm going to ask you for help. ”

"I see." Carlil nodded. "So, Nightblade joins in—but before we do that, should we make a bet?"

"What bet?"

"Let's see which of them wins." Carlil smiled. "I'm betting on Karn."

Angron looked at him in surprise and replied after a moment, "In that case. Then I'll bet on Saiveta. ”

Together, they turned their heads and looked into the duel pit.

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(End of chapter)