The blade was unleashed, and Van Cleef dismembered one of the Lahr warriors standing in his way with frantic force.

It was lying on its stomach on the ground with its body split in half vertically, its entrails spilled and steaming. Other Lahrs who were in its back were also exposed, and they were smaller, in fact, even petite.

Van Cleef watched them tremble and hung the chainsaw sword back to his waist with a blank expression.

Then he pulled out his blaster.

"I'm glad to see a warrior who has been able to keep his original intention after all these years. Hello, Van Cleaf. A voice rang out from behind him after the gunfire had ended.

The accent is quaint and the words used are very verbose.

Van Cleef replied to the man's words without looking back, even calling out his name: "I don't think it's a good thing to start chatting on the battlefield, Vespasian. ”

"Do you remember me?" The man known as Vespasian asked, slightly surprised.

"I've had a lot of injuries, but they don't include impaired brain memory." Van Cleef said.

He turned, shook his right hand, and the blood of the Lal flew down. An Astarte in purple-gold Terminator armor stood across from him at the moment, the armor was simple compared to the style of the Emperor's Sons.

For Van Cleef, though, it was so luxurious that it almost stabbed him in the eye.

"So I recognize your voice." Van Cleef continued. "But that doesn't mean I think it's a good thing to gossip on the battlefield."

"Aren't you already doing this?" Vespasian, the emperor's son, smiled slightly. "By the way, I'm now a lord commander since the last goodbye."

"Congratulations." Van Cleef said expressionlessly. "I'm so happy for you, it's a great thing, it's a testament to the honor, what are you really a good Astarte Lord Commander?"

The smile on Vespasian's face collapsed suddenly.

"You don't know?" He asked, a little incredulous. "Don't you know what this position represents? You don't know why you have to praise me so many times? ”

"I'm kidding, can't you see it's a joke?" Van Cleef replied with a blank expression.

He didn't have to, he was wearing a helmet, and Vespasian couldn't see his face at all.

His answer made the Emperor's son laugh twice with extreme reluctance, his expression as if he had been tied to a chair, and then witnessed his treasured portrait of the original body combust spontaneously without wind.

"Anyway." After a while, Vespa spoke again, his expression already serious again. "It's true that I'm not here to talk to you. Our primordial body wants to start a celebration feast on the pride of the emperor, and I have come for it. ”

"Why are you talking to me about this?" Van Cleef raised an eyebrow and took off his helmet. "Did your Primordial give you the right to invite?"

"No, but I'm sure you'll be on the pride of the Emperor."

"Why?"

"Oh, you'll know." The emperor's son smiled slightly, and the noble-style short silver hair moved with the wind.

"But I don't want to tell you now, lest I spoil the surprise. Anyway, you'll be here then, Van Cleef. It's about to be a feast with three legions, when was the last time you've seen anything this grand? ”

"The Emperor sent us to kill a group of nobles with fat brains, and we encountered the Fist of the Empire, the Shadow Moon Wolf, and the Holy Blood Angel along the way." Van Cleef said. "There was also a celebration afterwards."

You really don't have a sense of humor, do you?" Vespasian looked at him incredulously, as if staring at a mathematical puzzle that no one could solve.

"Nope." The captains of the Nightblades shook their heads. "If you don't believe me, I can tell you a few jokes to prove it."

"Okay, let's talk about it." Vespasian nodded imperceptibly. "I'm honored to hear your own jokes, and I'm sure our old acquaintances will be amazed by it."

A smile finally appeared on Van Cleef's grim face.

Behind him, Siani and Morec hurried away.

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With his sword in hand, Fogham hurried to the other end of the ruins in front of him.

The scorched wind, which still smelled of gunsmoke, ruffled his long hair, causing the blood flowing down the original face to be slightly distracted, bringing a burst of itching.

Phoenix raised his hand and wiped the blood of the alien with the side of a finger. This is what happens when you don't wear a helmet, but Vogrim would rather have his entire face splattered with blood than the morale bonus that comes with taking off his helmet to reveal his true face.

Anyway, it was impossible for ordinary bullets to hit him, and even those bullets that were lucky enough to reach him would be cut straight by him. He arrived in stride, but did not sheath the sword in his hand.

It also exudes a terrifying aftertaste, and Ferrus's works are good everywhere, but the heat dissipation is not good enough. If it is now unsheathed, it will turn the scabbard to ashes.

Fogrem placed his sword flat on the ground, and without hesitation, he propped up one corner of the ruins with both hands and moved the boulder to the other side.

Phoenix frowned, patiently and meticulously digging with his bare hands, until an Astarte wearing a purple-gold livery MK4 power armor appeared in front of him, and he did not stop.

Immediately afterward, the original reached out and propped up the heavy reef wall on his shoulders, carefully carrying the warrior out with both hands.

He was still conscious, and the sound of his breathing was very pronounced under the action of the breathing grille, but he couldn't say anything.

"Don't worry, Albertus, you'll be fine." Vogrim said mildly. He remained in this position for more than three minutes, until the pharmacist's rhinoceros arrived.

This is not the first time Phoenix has saved his children in a war - most of the wounded were treated by their brothers in time, and a few were not so lucky.

Some people will suddenly be buried in the rubble, while others will sink into deep pits. Anything can happen in a war, and that's why Fogham is engrossed in every battle.

The number of emperor's sons has never been many, and he has sworn an oath. He vowed never to let any of his heirs wait for death in vain. So, Fogrem doesn't just focus on killing, but even on other people in the process.

Ferus Manus once said that it was undoubtedly a pleasure to play alongside Phoenix. He'll help you block bullets from behind, alert you when enemies are coming out, and don't hesitate to lend a helping hand when you're in danger.

Fogrem bent down and picked up the flaming sword that Ferrus had built for him. He stretched out his finger and placed it on the gauntlet to feel the warmth of the blade before sheathing it.

The color of the sky had turned completely black, and the rings and some of the stars that had not yet been blocked by the ships in orbit could still shine in the sky. However, the people of Lal will never have a chance to see the sky again.

Fogrem shook his head and turned away. He walked for a while, observing the battlefield along the way, and unsurprisingly came across Loja Aurelian.

He couldn't have been surprised, no one knew what Lorga Aurelian would do first after a joint battle victory.

"Fugen!" The Great Speaker smiled happily. "I completely destroyed the temples and priests of the aliens!"

"Don't tell me you went in on your own." Fogrem frowned. "Can't you change this habit, Luojia? What if they have an ambush? What if there's some self-destruct mechanism in there that we don't know about? ”

"But that's my job." Luo Jia said slightly apologetically. "I promise you, I'll be a little more careful next time, okay?"

No, don't be sorry. Fogham sighed to himself - you apologize and you won't change it, you will only continue to say after the next time you do it, 'It's my duty'.

But did our father really ask you to do that?

"I won't comment on anything, after all, each of us has our own insistence. You like to inspect the temples yourself, and I prefer to use the sword, and Conrad and his sons are largely silent in battle."

Vogrim shook his head, his expression involuntarily lightened.

His left hand rests on the scabbard and he stands quite relaxed. There was a palpable smile on that face, which could not be said to be handsome or beautiful, slowly blooming.

"All in all, it was a good battle, brother." Phoenix said with a smile. "And I'm going to celebrate it."

"You're going to have another party?" Luo Jia asked in surprise. "Where did you get so much banquet material on your ship, Fogen?"

"Leave it alone, Imperial Pride is a big flagship," Fogham winked at him, and quickly turned his head to the other side.

There, a giant who appeared at some point was leaning against a wall of the ruins, clasping his hands. The scarlet cloak was windless, and there was calm in the dark eyes.

"Also, Conrad, would you like to participate?" Fogen asked, slightly expectant.

"I'd love to." The Lord of the Night said quietly. "But I'm afraid I can't promise you, dear Fugen. We still have a lot of battles to fight. ”

"But everyone deserves time to rest."

"For the Midnight Blade, a trip to another battlefield is already a rest." The Lord of the Night shook his head. "Forgive me for refusing, brother, see you next time"

He turned around and left quietly and alone. It was as if he had only come here to say hello to Vogram and Loja in person.

Staring at that back, for some reason, a sudden wave of sadness swelled up in Vogrim's heart.

He doesn't know where it came from yet, but, one day, he'll wish he never had.

Updated.

(End of chapter)