Sevita could barely remember the first time he had slashed at Alastor Rorschach's training sword with a chainsaw, its edges jagged and as vicious as the fangs of a beast.

It was forced to increase its lethality, transforming from a mere blunt sword into a blade with the ability to tear flesh apart in the truest sense of the word. However, there are gains and losses. It got those jagged fangs, and it lost its sturdiness.

Alastol apparently understood this as well, so he increased the number of dodges.

Sevita was bored with this, so he smiled mockingly: "Cousin, are you just going to hide?" ”

"Shut up, Nightblade, I can smell the stench in your mouth. What was the last time you had a meal that stuck together and someone tossed it in the trash? ”

A smile also appeared on the pale face of the Raven Guard.

"I'm going to knock out all your teeth, so that you can only drink nutritious porridge with your tongue in the future."

"Why don't you give it a try?" Sevita replied with a smile. "What's the point of just talking but not doing? Forget it, I'll help you. ”

As the words fell, he clenched his chainsaw halberd, and suddenly took a big step forward, his muscles tensed, and his back exerted force, driving his arms. The chainsaw roared and tore through the air, slashing down at Alastor Rorschach.

No, perhaps it should be called a smash.

Sevita's right hand that controlled the tip of the chainsaw slipped to its tail as it split air, and his power and speed were combined, and he used the chainsaw as a stick rather unorthodoxically.

Despite this, Siani, who was watching from the waiting room, snorted rather lowly, and he turned his head to look at the adjutant. The latter had already expected to throw a short knife with his backhand, and his tone was full of warning.

"You'd better keep your mouth shut, Siani. I don't want to hear you show off anything right now. ”

"What's the matter?" The Terrasians asked gently.

What's up?

Well, whatever it was, Alastor Rorschach, who was guarded by the Ravens, apparently didn't expect it. Looking at the incoming chainsaw, there was a kind of gloom on his pale face, but he couldn't dodge it.

In the next second, the sawblade's serrations sank deep into his breastplate.

Metal shards flew out and sparks flew around, and Sevita pretended to laugh excitedly, sparking Alastor's emotions with a deceptive tactic.

"You're going to lose, cousin." Sevita said softly in a soft voice. "By the way, what position would you like to plant in the bunker?"

The Raven Guard kept silent, a rage stealing all the words he should have blurted out, leaving only a roar.

A hint of genuine surprise flashed across Sevita's face, and he immediately let go of his hands and tried to retreat, but it was too late. The tip of the Ravenguard's blade had slashed across his neck, blood gushing out and spilling wet onto Alastor Rorschach's face.

He sneered, and immediately pursued the victory, without even splitting his hand to remove the chainsaw halberd that was still stuck between his breastplate. Sevita's eyes froze, and the pain in her neck didn't get in the way, it was just a little bleeding, nothing at all.

The training sword his opponent had chosen was a blunt sword, and its innate sharpness was not enough to mortally wound him. Sevita clenched his fists and swung his left hand as the sword light was getting closer and closer to him.

A muffled sound and a creaking sound of breaking spread in turn through the bunker. Ravenguard's attack worked, and he shattered Sevita's left elbow with his training sword, but his sword also broke.

The sawtooth and metal shattered together, splashing in the air, and the white light shone on them fiercely, reflecting off each other, making them look like a different kind of blood.

So, what about Sevita? Did he stop because of the pain?

The answer is no.

Yago Sevitalyon's face couldn't help but show a smile that he didn't even notice himself, excitement surging in every detail, genuine, without the slightest hypocrisy.

His right hand reached out like lightning at this moment, grabbing the chainsaw halberd that was stuck on Alastor Rorschach's breastplate. The cold light flickered, and the Raven Guard let out a roar of pain and fell to the ground.

Blazing blood sprinkled around the bunker, staining small parts of them scarlet. Sevita looked down at his opponent, not seeing anything in those eyes to throw in the towel.

He smirked, dragged the chainsaw halberd with one hand, turned off the engine, and smashed it into the Ravenguard's broken breastplate, the training armor making a crunch and immediately dented.

Alastor vomited a mouthful of blood, but his eyes still seemed to be burning. He reached out his hands, grabbed the tip of the chainsaw's handle, and wrestled with the one-handed Sevita on the ground.

"You think you can win? Dream! The Raven Guard roared inarticulately, his strength continuing to increase.

His hands were intact, unlike Sevita, whose left hand had already been pulled from his elbow at this moment, and the flesh hung miserably from the bones, and the stubble peeked out from the huge open wound created by the sawtooth, which was completely terrifying.

"I don't know if I'll win," Sevita chuckled and suddenly let go of her right hand.

The force of the recoil and Alastol's own power combined to make the chainsaw suddenly burst out of his hand and fly into the air. A look of astonishment flashed across Ravenguard's face, and although he reacted quickly, it was too late. Because Sevita has already pounced.

He pressed his knee against the roof of the jaw's jaw and pressed his thigh against his neck. The five fingers of his right hand are clenched, and his back is raised high.

"-Bang!"

The Raven Guard let out a muffled, indistinct grunt that sounded like a cough. His hands danced in the air, and with his right hand he grabbed Sevita's injured left hand, and his five fingers began to spin it, causing it to break almost completely.

If it weren't for the fact that the muscles were still connected, I'm afraid that this arm would have left Sevita's body by now. It was so painful, so terrifying, but Sevita's face was indifferent.

He looked at the blood-stained Raven Guard and threw two more punches.

In the previous first punch, he shattered Alastor Rorschach's left cheekbone and eye socket. Now with the second punch, he broke his nose and a few teeth, and with the third and final punch, he sent Ravenguard into a deep, painless coma.

The right hand finally let go of Sevita's left hand little by little, and she collapsed limply on top of the bunker.

Sevita looked expressionless, slowly tilting her head to see what the high platform looked like. Unfortunately, his vision was blurry. The blood smeared his eyes, causing him to have a slight problem with his eyesight. He sniffed and moved his knee off his opponent to his feet.

His black hair was scattered in a mess, blood was dripping from his body, and as a winner, he didn't look much better than the loser.

There were cheers and cheers all around, not just the Nightblades, but also the Ravenguards. Some of them were hostile to him, but others applauded the wonderful battle he had put into battle with Alastor Rorschach.

Sevita ignored them and just staggered out of the bunker. Everyone had almost become a blur of light in his eyes, and he couldn't see anything too clear. There was nothing wrong with hearing, but he wanted to be quiet now.

Staying in this state, Sevita limped back to the waiting room. The servants and apothecaries, who had been prepared early in the morning, immediately swarmed him up and pinned him to the ground.

Van Cleef asked the pharmacist about his condition, Siani laughed and applauded, and Adjutant Morets remained silent, handing the pharmacists tools as they went.

The First Reserve observed all this with an indifferent and withdrawn perspective, and raised his head a little. He saw the pale white light in the room, and a large shadow that gradually swelled up.

"How is he?" Sevita asked softly. His sudden question silenced the room for a moment, but the man who had suddenly arrived raised his hand and motioned for them to continue, not to mind him.

"Alastor Rorschach is being treated, he'll be fine." Carlil replied. "You're overdoing it, Sai."

"I know, and I want to apologize for that." Sevita pouted. "But I can't say it."

Carlil shook his head and didn't say anything more, just stared. Sevita felt uncomfortable in this gaze for a while, and he sighed: "Okay, what are the consequences of my actions, instructor?" ”

"At the very least, there are a lot of crow guards who applaud you, don't they?"

"I'd rather they didn't applaud me."

Carlil chuckled and turned and walked out of the waiting room, not letting the darkness envelop him any longer, "Rest well, Sai." I'll have someone leave you some of the sand eel jerky, remember to chew it before eating, don't learn from the sixth company's Keg. ”

Sevita watched him go, and the urge to exercise violence was gradually replaced by a contemplative calm.

——

"I apologize to you for Yago Sevitalyon's actions, brother." On the high platform, Conrad Coetzes said.

The Primordial's voice was somewhere between whispering and silence, and there was a palpable apology in his eyes. If someone else were here, they wouldn't accept it, and they might even lash out at Koz for his actions.

But Corus Corax was different, and the Nineteenth Legion's Genogen nodded calmly and accepted the apology - he was a normal person, very normal, so he wouldn't see this apology as some kind of insult to his own heirs.

Of course he's normal, others aren't.

"Lord Conrad, you don't need to apologize for this." The man said angrily. "Alastor Rorschach and all the chosen Raven Guards know what they will experience in the bunker, and even dying in it is only part of the celebration. They were ready. ”

The Night Lord's brow began to furrow, and he glanced back at the person who had spoken, and recognized him as Alcas Farr, the Captain of the Shadows before Corax returned to the Legion.

He glanced quickly at his brother again, who had no expression on his face, only a faint helplessness in his eyes.

"Ready?" So Coates continued. "Do you mean being prepared to face death and lay a dead hand?"

"Yes, sir."

"I don't remember asking for anything like this, the bunker is just an alternative dueling cage, which legion's dueling cage rules indicate that deathmatch can be played?"

"No, sir."

"Then why do you say that, Commander of the Alcas Company?" Conrad Coetzes asked, frowning. "Or is this what Corax is asking for? Have you asked for such a thing, brother? ”

"Nope." The Lord of the Crows said quietly. "I'm not going to ask anyone to give their life for something like this."

Alcas Farr lowered his head and whispered in his primordial ear.

"I forgive you for not explaining it to you in advance, Primordial. However, there are some unwritten rules for such legion exchanges, or similar celebrations. It is not uncommon for duelists to shed blood and even die for each other. ”

"Are unwritten rules also rules?" Corax turned his head and glanced at his company commander. "Also, why do you speak for me when my brother apologizes to me? Don't you think I won't speak for myself? ”

"It's me who has overpassed, Primordial."

"What?"

"It's me who overstepped, Primordial, I'm sorry." Alcas Farr said stiffly, bowing his head.

"I don't like that word." Colax said.

Alcas Farr's stiffness turned into a shock that bordered on helplessness.

"You're dazed, you're funny, why are you dazed, Alcas?" The genomorph of the Raven Guard stared calmly at his company commander.

"I'm not saying I don't like the word 'sorry', everyone makes mistakes sometimes. I just don't like the word 'Passover'. The way you use it is too natural, and it is filled with the reverence of the subordinate for the authority of the superior. But you can naturally decide my breakfast for me, and speak for my brother for me at this time, don't you think the two things seem too contradictory to mingle? ”

"I—the primordial, me."

Ignoring Alcas's temporary loss of speech, Corax simply stood up from his chair, staring all the time.

"Let me ask you a few questions, Alcas. Do my preferences matter to you? ”

Without a hint of hesitation, Alcas Farr immediately replied to Corax's words: "Very important, Primordial. ”

"Why?" Koraks asked. "Do you care what Alastor Rorschach likes? Do you know what kind of weapons he likes and what kind of people he hates? ”

"I don't know, Primordial."

"You don't know, and you don't care. You care about my preferences, but you don't care that much either. You choose for me what I eat for breakfast, you choose for me a list of places to go into the bunker, you hide the unwritten rule for me, you answer for me what my brother's words mean, Alcas? ”

The atmosphere grew stagnant, and Coracux's tone was straight and unsoothed, not like accountability, but like reading a paper.

Conrad Coetzes squinted at the scene in front of him and remained silent.

There is one more chapter

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