Karn won.

There was no suspense in the outcome - in fact, even Sevita himself didn't think he could win, he wasn't arrogant enough to think he could win against a company commander.

Even though he usually acts like an idiot who doesn't know the sky, who would believe his clumsy disguise? I'm afraid that only the real idiots would mistake this skin he put on his body for what he really is.

Sevita gasped and barely sat up. His sword was still in his hand, but he had already lost.

There was a merciless light falling miserably overhead, and they watched his defeat with emotionlessness, and the First Reserve propped himself up with a chainsaw sword, and little by little rose from the pool of blood.

Truth be told, if Karn were to look at Karn without rank, age, aptitude, and everything else, Sevita would only describe his opponent in two terrible words. Other than that, he really didn't know how to describe the man.

He was even a little skeptical that Karn was human.

Sevita lifted her left hand and wiped away the blood that had slipped from her forehead to her eyelids. Still, his vision was blurred.

That didn't stop him from observing Karn, though.

The commander of the eighth company of the war dogs stood in place with his blood-stained chainsaw axe, two interlaced wounds on his chest that were oozing blood. Yes, that's all Sevita left for Karn.

The latter was now slapping the face of the chainsaw axe with the palm of his left hand. Blood splattered into the mud puddle with his movements, and the war dogs shouted for him, excitedly shouting the name of the victor.

And what about the Nightblades?

All right

Sevita thought he would hear the laughter, but no.

Even those who did not support him before the war are now silent, looking at the 1st Reserve, who had lost badly, with strange eyes, and silent. Those who support him want him to stand up and 'do what Nightblade should do.'

What do you mean by what Nightblade should do?

Sevita bared his teeth in frustration and plunged the chainsaw sword deep into the dirt with his usual expression.

This weapon did not support this method of use, but if it was a skilled sergeant present, at this moment Bacheng had already begun to make him draw his sword with a roar as strong as that of Roaring Siani.

However, the chainsaw sword was not in a problem with his brute strength.

"You won." Sevita tilted her head and raised her hands. "I can't beat you."

Karn looked at him for a moment, then shook his head suddenly. The pale light did not linger on him, and so did the night. He was standing there, but he didn't seem to be there.

Sevita didn't know if he was hallucinating, and he always thought Karn looked like a sane lunatic right now. A madman who doesn't fit in with his surroundings.

"Nope." The commander of the eighth company said. "Actually, I won't win and you'll lose to the enemy. You don't like chainsaw swords, do you? ”

"You can see that?" The corners of Sevita's mouth twitched, forcing herself to throw an exaggerated expression. "Oh my God, you're such a smart guy."

Karn smiled.

"Hope to get a chance to fight you next time, Yago Sevitalyon." He nodded politely to Sevita, then turned and left the duel pit.

The war dogs shouted his name as if they were greeting the champion, and the lively atmosphere spread feverishly and scorchingly.

Sevita stood in a puddle of mud, the cold wind blowing and the blood clotting. He frowned, feeling a chill.

Ten minutes later, he was standing in front of Carlil.

The pharmacist in his squad, Vakendan Lyle, was treating his injuries, and the pharmacist was quick and skilled, but he was a little stronger. The corners of Sevita's eyes twitched, but despite this, he spoke in a calm tone.

"I'm sorry, I lost, instructor."

"Don't apologize for this kind of thing." Carlil said. "I don't think you have anything to apologize to me, the person you're really sorry for is yourself, Sevita. Why not use a chainsaw halberd? ”

The First Reserve raised his head, and his expression was very obvious. Carlile remained patient and asked again, "You're obviously better at chainsaws, aren't you?" ”

"I-" Sevita pursed her lips and shook her head. "—but I won't be able to beat him with a chainsaw."

"So, are you willing to lose if you don't do your best?" Carlil asked, smiling.

Sevita slowly clenched her right fist.

"It's human nature to justify yourself after failure. But if you prepare a way out and a reason for yourself before your success or failure is revealed, you will only get weaker and weaker, right? ”

Carlil tilted his head, his expression thoughtful.

"It's a stupid way to go forward, but it's the shortest line between two points. What do you think? ”

"I don't understand what you're saying." Saivita replied with a wooden face.

Carlil laughed dumbly.

Vakendwan Lyle slapped his captain on the back and nodded at him with a cold face: "The bleeding has stopped, dear captain." It's a shame you didn't break a bone. ”

“.”

Sevita watched him away speechlessly, and he looked at Carlil again, and was about to say something more, but his instructor preempted him.

Carlil shook his head at him.

"Just take responsibility for yourself." He said mildly. "Don't talk about anything else. As for now, you can go and rest, Sevita. ”

The First Reserve did so in silence, and Carlil stood still and watched him leave, but he himself did not move. He stood there and breathed calmly for a moment. A few minutes later, a smiling Angeland walked over.

The Nukerian was clearly in a good mood, and the after-effects of the Butcher's Nail made his smile look horrible, but it wasn't a problem for him.

There's always a way for him to show more kindness.

"What a good fight." The gladiator exclaimed. "It's just a pity that Kleist and Carrelian aren't here, and I miss their cheers a little."

"How are they doing?"

"Karelian has won three awards and Kleist five." Angelon said. "In fact, most of the sand-burning veterans have already received at least one commendation."

Karil raised an eyebrow in surprise - Burning Sand was a special auxiliary army of the War Dogs, and its troops were all Nukerians.

The veterans were even more special, as they were slave gladiators whom Angrand regarded as brothers and sisters, and who still fought alongside him.

It's just that this kind of feats can be achieved in the intensity of war that the war dogs endure

Carlil spoke softly, "May the dead rest in peace." ”

Angelon lowered his eyes and smiled a little calmly. He lifted his finger and tapped the steel braid that was shaking at the back of his head. He didn't say anything, but it was as if he had said everything.

——

The orcs aboard Brasius 1 were completely wiped out five days after the Warhound joined.

Victory?

The answer is no - for an agricultural planet, even if all the orcs are dead, it will not be able to return to its former state. Any land tainted with orc blood must be thoroughly 'renovated'.

Normally, the land will be more fertile after the war. The bones of the dead nourish the land and make crops more lush. Unlike the orcs, if you dare to do anything without any sanitization, just wait for them to come back from the dirt for no apparent reason.

And if you do disinfection measures

Sevita stood on the transport plane with a little regret, looking down at the land beneath her feet, and shook her head slowly.

Will the war end?

He thought of those children, and rarely did not wrap his thoughts with meanness, but only silently gave them blessings. Next, he turned on the magnetic attachment at the bottom of the boot through a neural connection.

Liftoff, weightlessness, docking. The tedious procedures were carried out one after the other, and finally, the Nightblades of the Second Expedition returned to their battleship.

It was a Punishment-class battleship, and her name was 'Tridesia', different from those ships with a strong purpose, which sounded like an oath. Her name reads like an elegant poem.

Sevita wondered why all captains used 'she' to refer to ships, but . . He did like the name.

What else could he say?

The first reserve stepped on the escaping mist, there was a clamour, the power armor hummed, and the joint parts of the armor rubbed against each other, making a non-stop scraping sound. In the midst of the noise, the Nightblades quickly returned to their posts in the midst of a conversation.

Servants and crew members busily passed between them, carrying toolboxes and other helpers. They will go and do maintenance on transport planes and other aircraft.

The Tech-Sergeants will inspect it later, and their main task at the moment is to repair the badly damaged Power Armor. The pharmacists and the medical officers gathered, and the collected genetic seeds were turned in after a series of examinations.

Thinking of this, Sevita couldn't help but sharpen her teeth - of course there will be sacrifices in war, and this is inevitable. And orcs are never easy opponents to deal with, and it is impossible to do without the dead

He convinced himself with these words, and then took a step to the ship's command room.

The leaders of the hunt squad go to the command room after each battle to give a digital debrief, and their instructors sometimes sit in on and sometimes don't.

These reports are retained in Tridesia's stream as both audio and video, and are stored in the 'lair' after a 'homecoming' every eight months.

New bloods will always use these experiences, so even the most unobtrusive people will be serious at this moment.

No one wants to send a bunch of new blood to death stupidly just because they say less or more, and no one will change their attitude towards this matter just because the instructor is not listening.

It took Sevita four and a half hours and twelve minutes to do this, after which he dragged himself to the main bridge.

The interior of the Tridesia is very eerie, which is common to almost all Nightblade ships. There is no way, whether it is Terra, or Nostramo, their eyes are more inclined to dim light sources.

He walked onto a platform and peered through the porthole at the ship's spine, which stretched for kilometers. Artillery emplacements, defensive turrets, light spears, torpedo tubes

Staring at them, Sevita couldn't help but smack her mouth.

That's great.

He finally lifted his spirits, brought himself back to his senses from the emptiness of the end of the war, and began to continue on to his destination. Amid the oncoming noise, Sevita entered the first bridge of the Tridesia.

A tall figure has been waiting here for a long time.

Carlil Lohals stood with his back to him behind an elaborate statue and a massive rudder, no longer wearing the armor, but a black and white gown. The crew turned a blind eye to him, doing their own thing and dedicating themselves.

Sevita breathed a sigh of relief—she finally didn't have to see the weird cloak anymore.

He walked up to his instructor, only to find that the latter was studying the tactical sandbox with his head down. The holographic projection casts a complex map of stars, and the stars turn into points of light that are presented by the power of technology, and Sevita glances at them before looking away.

"What are you looking at?" He asked.

"Look where we're going next," Karil muttered, and suddenly reached out and nodded to a planet on the sandbox. "Cappadocia Star."

Following his guidance, Sevita looked over. He glanced at the series of readings that appeared beneath the flowery font of the planet's name, and quickly captured the information he needed most.

Defense Forces: High

The first reserve frowned.

"Mutiny?" He asked succinctly.

"Yes." Carlil replied with a bow. "The high defensive strength means we still need to have a few more jumps before we land. It's time to inform the destroyers and frigates in advance about their readiness. ”

"Why do people always mutiny?" Sevita asked, slightly puzzled - he wasn't mocking, but genuinely asking the question.

For those who don't know him well, the difference between the two is very small. After all, Yago Sevitarion almost always sounds like he's laughing at others. But that wasn't a problem for Carlil.

With a slow flick of his fingers, he shrunk Cappadocia and selected the other four planets, encapsulating them into an acquired galaxy. It was only then that he answered Sevita's question.

"What do you think?" Carlil asked rhetorically. "What is the classic reason for the mutiny, Sevita?"

Sevita couldn't help but let out a wail.

"Another corrupt governor and nobleman?!" He spread his hands, his expression changing from slightly puzzled to a little hideous. "How many more of these fat-headed, big-eared mongrels do we have to deal with?!"

"Watch your words, young man." Carlil glanced at him and shook his head. "You can express dissatisfaction in Nostramo, but the hybrids in High Gothic are referential. There was no shortage of soldiers and workers of the subspecies within the empire. ”

I apologize."

"It's useless to apologize to me." Carlil said with a smirk. "Keep it until you really need it someday."

He lowered his head, his voice already cold.

"The governor of Cappadocia is from the Rasbaya family, a prominent nobleman, a native of Terra. Unfortunately, the glory of the ancestors of the Rasbaya family has been completely discredited by their last heirs. He somehow enveloped the four surrounding planets and created a loose interstellar federation. Based on the available information, we can't speculate about the cause for the time being, but it's none of our business. ”

Sevita smiled, and his smile was very hideous, not the same as the smile he was used to.

"Don't be in a hurry to laugh yet, Captain of the First Squad." Carlil said. "We are not the only ones involved in this counterinsurgency, you have not forgotten what I said about cooperation, right? The war dogs are also involved, and in fact, the news of the mutiny was discovered by their scout fleet. ”

"They're going to attack the same planet with us?"

"Perhaps." Carlil replied noncommittally. "War dogs are also interested in killing things that don't deserve the name of nobility. Anyway, I won't be able to inform you until I've discussed it with Angron in addition—"

He turned and straightened his collar, his back still straight. But, for some reason, Sevita always felt like he was tired.

"—remember Mr. Bellos von Sharp?"

Sevita's expression darkened suddenly.

"Yes, I remember."

"Good." Carlil looked down expressionlessly and glanced at him. "Our narrator, Mr. Narrator, is very unhappy that you have repeatedly thrown him on the Tridesia ".

"I arranged for him to experience the galaxy on the observation deck."

"He's a narrator, not a photographer."

"Isn't it about the same, instructor?" Sevita tilted her head as she pretended not to understand. "Narrator, journalist, photographer, poet, critic, writer he has so many positions, but I think the most suitable for him is the photographer."

"Even if you want to strip this venerable gentleman of his talent and let him only do one thing for the rest of his life to do photography, he is also a military photographer."

Carlil patted Sevita on the shoulder with a slight warning.

"So, you'd better stop letting him come to me to complain, dear Sevita, or I'll have to let Shen take the lead with his squad in the next gang jump. As for now, I'm leaving. There was a shuttle waiting for me. ”

"Where are you going?" Sevita managed to make herself ignore Carlil's threat.

"Steadfast Resolve." Carlil said. "Or else? Back to Terra? ”

He laughed and walked away, and Sevita sighed, and couldn't help but feel nostalgic for the instructor when he didn't tell jokes much.

——

"The Night's Blade, a mysterious legion. Their predecessors were the Eighth Legion, known as the Emperor's Executioners, and they were all said to be made up of criminals. ”

"There are often rumors in the empire that they like to drink human blood, eat human flesh raw, and like to decorate with human skin and human bones. In my opinion, these things are all false rumors. ”

"The Nightblades are grim and ruthless most of the time, but that doesn't mean they're as savage as the Blood Angels of decades ago (praise be to the great St. Giles, and hopefully my next stop will be the Red Tears)."

"Anyway, I'm Bellos von Sharp, and that's my record."

A gray-haired man slowly put down his pen, which was already the seventeenth beginning he had written. He sat in a rickety chair with an open bottle of beer in addition to pen and paper.

He wore gold-rimmed glasses, a hooked nose, and deep-set eyes, not like he was tired, but rather by nature. Originally from Terra, he was a painter and poet. And now, he is one of the Empire's narrators appointed by the Emperor of Mankind himself.

The Emperor trusted them and asked them to keep a record of everything about the Great Expedition - good, bad, neutral, all of which didn't matter. After all, the narrators only need to record.

Bellos von Sharp knew very well what the material they had spent and worked on would end up looking like in the hands of a group of officials. But he could not refuse the temptation to go with Astarte.

Personally participate in this revival war to conquer the sea of stars. What art could be more romantic than that?

So he still came, and even though he had been perfunctory, he didn't think about leaving.

There is no shortage of brave people among humans, and Bellos does not consider himself brave, but he is by no means cowardly.

So. He was able to open the door to his room five minutes later, and he was angry at the person who knocked on the door.

"It's you again, Captain Yago Savitarion!" Bellos spread his hands in surprise. "Your arrival really makes me shine, tell me, which viewing platform do you want to arrange for me to sit on for a few days this time?"

Sevita looked at him with a slight headache, and although her face was expressionless, she was rarely at a loss for how to speak. It was a full ten seconds before he replied to the narrator's words.

"What do you think?" Sevita asked rhetorically without emotion.

"How dare I have an answer?" The narrator smiled. "You are the First Captain, how dare I offer my humble opinion to the great First Captain?"

"You-" Sevita's face twitched visibly. "Well, since you've been trying to find death, I'm not going to stop you."

He shook his head gloomily and suddenly grinned, his smile full of mockery.

"My squad will take you with me in the next battle. I'll give you rudimentary armor and a light gun, and when the time comes, I hope you'll be able to use your mouth like this to say what you want to say to your recording device. ”

"Is that true?!"

"Seriously."

"Thank you!" Bellos von Sharp clenched his fists in excitement and slammed the door shut, shutting Sevita out. He froze in place, and only laughed when heavy footsteps sounded.

The gray-haired narrator's eyes gleamed with an idealist light, and he turned, threw himself into his suitcase, and threw the contents to the ground.

Half a minute later, he grabbed a lightning-like gold medallion, hugged it and kissed it fiercely.

"For unity!" The narrator said affectionately.

Stayed up late to write it, and the update was completed.

(End of chapter)