Siani's gaze was almost pure red, and it took him some effort to tell where the enemy's face was. Everything around him was silent, except for the sound of his own violently staggered heartbeat.

Listening to them, Siani slowly smiled a sinister smile. He stepped on a bunker and got his right foot deep into it. The rough grains of sand rubbed against the skin, causing a slight burning pain.

Siani clenched his right hand and lunged out to land a punch on his rival's left collarbone. A crisp sound followed, and Siani didn't stop there.

He grabbed the wrist of his right hand with his left hand, brought his elbow, and slammed his opponent vertically with a very vicious downblow, causing him to fall face down into the bunker.

Blood poured out, and Siani turned and walked away, completely too lazy to confirm whether his opponent's coma was true or not. He had already confirmed it, the moment his right elbow made close contact with his opponent's face.

"The winner is the first consecutive champion from Midnight Blade, Siani of Terra!" The announcer shouted. "The current score is 2-2, and the two sides are tied! Captain Nerat Keeling, of the Raven Guard, has been defeated, who will stand on top of the bunker in his place?! ”

He was really a professional Siani thought silently.

At this moment, the wound on his forehead was still bleeding, as was his body. His opponent didn't spare his hand, every punch was aimed at making him incapacitated, and the position of the blow was very treacherous.

Fortunately, this was not the first time that Siani had dealt with such tactics, and he quickly fought back with more vicious methods. This one he won, but it wasn't nice to win.

He could tell a palpable hostility on the faces of the Raven guards sitting at the table, but Siani didn't care. He even had the heart to grin at them one by one.

He took a few minutes to return to the standby room and wipe his wound with a wet towel.

Van Cleef stood beside him with his hands folded, his expression calm, but his tone was high: "Good fight, Siani." You hold the score. ”

"It's just a temporary stabilization, you're a little too happy, company commander." Siani shook his head calmly, without the slightest hint of joy at winning. "The four veteran battles have been fought as appetizers."

He said so much and said no more. Van Cleef frowned, "Do you think our new blood will be weaker than the Nineteenth Legion?" ”

"Actually, quite the opposite, company commander." Siani shrugged. "Everybody knows what the Nineteenth Legion did before their original body returned, and I don't think their recruits would get any good training in that situation. To put it more bluntly—"

He took the towel from his forehead, tossed it to the other side, and picked up a new one: "-I'm actually more worried about our cousins, and losing all the time will probably make the atmosphere of the banquet quite awkward." ”

"Don't you think the atmosphere is not awkward now?" Moletz, who also went up to fight a game, but unfortunately lost, snorted lightly. "The battle between you and that Captain Nerat is like two dogs biting each other."

Siani smiled, wrapped the lower half of his face in a towel, winked at Morec, and deliberately asked in a dull voice: "So, did I win, dear adjutant?" ”

Morec smiled coldly at him, "Why don't you just learn how to bark, Siani." ”

Van Cleef ignored the daily activity between them, pondered for a moment, and spat out a name that surprised both Morets and Siani.

"Let Yago Sevitarion go."

"Let him go?" Siani squeezed his eyes exaggeratedly. "You're really trying to turn the tide between us and the Nineteenth Legion."

"yes, I'm sure the Raven Guards will be very happy to see their recruits defeated one by one." Morec chuckled. "The original body will probably give us a praising look afterwards, which is really exciting."

"You two will be on duty next week in the wilderness." Van Cleef said coldly. "This is punishment and there is no room for relaxation. This is not a wheel war, he only goes up and fights one game. Rather than let him not play, or play last, it is better to let him hurry up and finish the game. ”

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Siani and Morec staring at each other.

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Why am I again?

Yago Sevitaleone was very tempted to ask the question, but he didn't.

The company commander, Van Cleef, had given him enough leniency that pretending to be deaf and dumb for the report was enough to make Sevita grateful to him.

Therefore, he did not add any more problems to the old-fashioned first company commander, but followed him silently, and at the same time began to unbutton little by little, feeling rather depressed in his heart.

If he had known that he was going to play, he wouldn't have endured Shen's ridicule today and asked him to borrow a dress to wear it now, the dress is useless, and the ridicule is in vain.

A few minutes later, they made their way through the numerous long tables to a large room with candles burning.

Several weapon racks were placed in the most prominent places, filled with a variety of unedged training weapons. The oiler servant stood in the corner of the room, silently waiting. At the very end of the room was a pitch-black door, which connected directly to the duel pit.

Sevita silently followed the company commander in, and was unsurprisingly attacked by Siani here.

"You're going to play, boy." The Terraclan jumped out of the darkness and greeted him in an affectionate tone. He put his arms around Sevita's neck with great force.

"You're going to play, understand? How do you feel about you're going to represent us in a battle in front of two legions? ”

Sevita broke free from his restraints and began to take off her dress in a regular manner, her expression very blank: "I don't feel anything. ”

"Really?" Siani looked at him suspiciously and raised her right fist menacingly. "You're really not lying?"

"I want to go back and eat sand eel jerky." Sevita sighed. "Believe it or not, who is my opponent, Company Commander Van Cleef?"

"Alastor Rorschach." Van Cleef said calmly. "Like you, you have not been in the army for a long time, but you have a great record. He was already a sergeant. ”

"Oh? Are you sure? Siani jumped out again suspiciously.

Van Cleef didn't look at him and continued to explain.

"Don't take any word from him, Siani will tell you that the Nineteenth Legion has been working on Shadowmoon and Lord Horus until their original form returns, so the growth of new recruits is limited. But that's not the case. ”

"yes." Siani burst into laughter. "The truth is that Lord Horus sent them to do all kinds of dirty and tiring work that no one wanted to do, and the most dangerous places with the highest casualty rate, if there were any recruits who could survive in such a situation."

He winked meaningfully at Sevita, "You get the idea, right? ”

"Watch your words, Siani." Van Cleef finally looked at him seriously. "Don't instill your evaluation of the Primordials into Sevitalyon, he's still young."

"I don't have anything to say, company commander." Siani shrugged. "We all know that most of the Primitives are actually a bunch of megalomaniacs who can't speak, and there are only a few normal people. Our fathers are much better than they are. ”

"I agree with your last word." Morec, who was standing behind him, said.

"You've finally said something to me, adjutant." Siani laughed.

I also agree. Sevita thought silently.

Ten minutes later, a loud bang resounded throughout the 'Banquet Hall', and the dark door slowly opened, and Sevita silently walked out of the passage behind the door.

There was a commotion, and a terrible white light fell on his shoulders, making his oiled body glow with the chainsaw. Sevita moved her arm slightly, loosening the restraints of the training breastplate.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the high platform above him. Conrad Coze and Coreus Colax sat there, and they were so similar that they were brothers. The same paleness, the same pitch blackness, except that the expressions are not quite similar.

The Lord of the Night had a smile on his face that was so good that ordinary people couldn't tell the meaning of the smile as a mockery or a greeting. The Lord of the Ravens was different, his face didn't fluctuate at all, and he couldn't capture any emotions at all.

Sevita looked up for nearly a minute, and saw that Corax hadn't even blinked. A total of two hundred Proto-Body Guards stood quietly behind them, midnight blue and black and white standing distinctly on either side.

Strangely, Karil Lohals is not on this high platform.

Sevita took a deep breath, raised her right hand, and tapped her breastplate. He knew that his original was looking at him, and sure enough, Conrad Coze nodded at him lightly and smiled.

The smile was gentle, but Sevita felt her hair stand on end. In order to hide this emotion, he easily inserted the end of the chainsaw halberd into the sand pit - after all, in front of the technical sergeants, it was more or less restrained.

His opponent stood about twenty paces away from him, with a training sword in his hand, short black hair, and a sharp gaze at Sevita.

The non-commissioned officer of the 1st Company, who didn't want to report, shook his head helplessly, and decided to look back with the same attitude - it wasn't that I knocked your captain into the bunker for a long time and couldn't get up, why are you glaring at me so much?

However, Alastor Rorschasevita chewed on the name, observing the pale skin and dark eyes, and suddenly felt the urge to smile.

And he did much more than just 'smile' one thing.

"Did anyone say you look like a Nostramo?" Sevita asked unceremoniously.

"Did anyone say you look like me?" Alastor Rorschach asked back coldly. "Don't come to this, Midnight Blade. You can't mess with me. ”

"Oh"

Sevita laughed, and he pulled out the chainsaw halberd and activated it.

"You seem to have sharp teeth, cousin." Sevita said in an affectionate tone. "It makes me want to try and get some blood out of your tongue."

"Come then, Nostramo." Alastor Rorschach smiled slowly. "Sigismund of the Fist of the Empire has praised you as otherworldly, and you won't let him down, will you?"

Sevita stopped laughing.

Updated.

Alastor Rorschach is a traitor to the Ravenguard, who defected to the Midnight Lords and even entered the Nightbat Council in the HH Canon. As for Sharokin, I'd love to write about him, but he's probably still a kid now. The Crow was born in the 'month of liberation', and if you follow the timeline of this book, he is not even a year old this year.

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