"I don't want to waste my time crushing an ant."

"If you're not tired of it, it's too late to pretend you didn't see me."

Thorax clutched the shards of terracotta, but he wasn't afraid of the mortals in front of him, he really didn't want to waste his time killing an ant on the way away.

"I want to duel with a Space Marine." As he spoke, the mortal drew his power sword from behind his back and approached Thorax, who was much taller and stronger than himself.

Thorax was a little confused.

Duel with Space Marine...... Are mortals so brave nowadays?

The courage of the mortal inspired Thorax to fight, and he decided to bestow a glorious death on the mortal.

So Thorax walked towards the mortals, and as he went, he said, "Since you want to duel, then we should tell each other our names, so that we can die clearly." ”

"Grote."

"Grote, good. My name is Thorax, and you are one of the few people who are lucky enough to know my real name. ”

The two men approached each other as they spoke.

As he walked, Grote gave the command to remove the power armor through the brain-computer interface, and the power armor on his body gradually began to fall off.

Seeing this, Thorax stopped and kindly reminded the mortal in front of him: "Do you think that I don't have the ability to fight back now?" Are you trying to kill me without wearing power armor, and carry my head to spread the story of you killing Thorax the Oathbreaker without armor? ”

Grote remained silent and continued to approach Thorax.

Thorax continued, "I advise you not to do this, or you will pay with your life for your hubris. ”

"I just want to have a pure fight before I die, I haven't fought an enemy in a whole decade." Grouter stopped and stood sideways with his power sword in both hands, "There will only be two outcomes in this battle, I will be killed by you, or we will die together." ”

Grote became excited, and he felt every cell in his body jump.

Hand-to-hand combat was his favorite thing, and he suppressed his hobby for a decade, not wanting to immerse himself in combat and become as crazy as his dead brother.

There's no need to be depressed now.

Grote just wants to fight the Space Marines in front of him to the death.

"You...... Wait a minute...... This ......" Thorax didn't know what to say, because from the moment he was born until this moment, he had never seen a normal person who could have survived the war but wanted to die...... If you don't hit the Butcher's Nail, you're a normal person.

Thorax didn't intend to say anything more, and rushed towards Grote.

Grout stood still and waited for the moment when a Thorax could kill him, and he could kill Thorax too.

Thorax's muscular frame ran like a tank, and as he took over Groter's entire vision, the power sword was swung out.

However, Thorax was astonishingly dexterous, and he easily dodged the blade with a dodge.

How could a strong man who was two meters tall and four meters tall and wearing heavy terracotta steel armor be so agile? When this question came to Grote's mind, his left shoulder had been pierced by a shard of terracotta steel.

Thorax slashed down as he grabbed Grote's left arm with a slight force, tearing the entire arm off.

Thorax was about to ridicule the mortal's ignorance and stupidity when out of the corner of his eye suddenly caught a glimpse of the attacking blade, and he immediately jumped back to dodge.

Grote still misses a one-arm swing of his sword, and he is amazed at the speed of Thorax's reflexes and realizes the gap between himself and the Superman.

The opponent is missing an arm, his armor is torn, and his body is full of wounds, but his movements are still agile and his reflexes are still fast.

"Now we're all missing arms." Thorax tossed the severed arm aside in his hand.

Grote didn't say a word, and stood sideways with a power sword in one hand.

Thorax didn't rush to attack, but observed Grote and noticed that this guy was a bit weird now.

Grote's expression was excited, his body was trembling slightly, and he looked without fear or pain.

It's a very strange thing.

Although the Blood God still keeps an eye on the battlefield on the Iron Planet, it is too bizarre for this mortal to have such courage and fighting spirit.

In order to prevent the mortal being blessed, Thorax decided to end the battle quickly.

Grote saw that the other party suddenly rushed towards him, and the pottery steel fragment in his hand was already aimed at his chest, and he chose to move forward.

The flesh and bones were instantly pierced by the clay steel fragments, and the intense pain then spread to the brain. Grote was easily impaled, but his behavior was no different from looking for death and won the opportunity.

As the shards of terracotta steel pierced the bones, the power sword in Grote's hand plunged into Thorax's chest.

"You ant!"

In a rage, Grote was picked up by Thorax and pushed against the wall, and before he could react, he was punched in the jaw, and his entire jaw was shattered.

Then the chest, shoulders...... Thorax punched Grote to vent his anger, denting a part of his mortal body with every punch.

He threw more than a dozen punches until he confirmed that Grlot was out of breath and then stopped and turned to leave.

"The Conqueror! The Conquistador! ”

"This is conquest...... Zizi ......"

Thorax breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the voice instead of the murmur, and immediately ordered, "Take me away!" ”

The Conqueror received the order and immediately prepared to teleport Thorax from the Iron Planet.

But before leaving, Thorax suddenly felt that something was saving his leg, and when he looked down, he realized that he had been beaten to the inhuman-shaped Grote.

"Ugh." Thorax was a little helpless, but instead of stepping on it, he stretched out his hand, "Follow me, I will transform you into a space marine, you can gain more powerful power, and you will never have to curb your instincts in the future, and become a warrior favored by the blood god." ”

"Blood...... God? I don't care about you...... Blood God ...... I don't want to be a homicidal maniac......" Grote responded weakly.

Thorax stared at Grote for a second, then kicked Grote three meters away with an understatement.

But before Grote's body rolled against the wall, a ball glowing blue rolled out of him.

"Blood God bless, don't be a teleportation beacon." Thorax looked disgusted, "I've had enough. ”

The glow on the blue sphere suddenly vanished.

The entire passage was instantly engulfed in flames and shrapnel, and the deafening explosion could be heard from a kilometer away.

……

There are no longer drones on either side of the wall under the storage platform, and the explosion has changed the terrain.

Grote lay in a pile of metal shards, gradually regaining consciousness, and then surprised that he was less than four meters away from the explosion point and was not killed.

Instead of being happy, Grote found out that he was still alive, but angry and disappointed.

For those who seek death, the rest of their lives after the catastrophe are sad.

Grote lay on the spot and gasped for breath, then crawled forward looking for his weapon, but after climbing two meters, he couldn't crawl, feeling as if he was being tethered to something.

Grote turned his head and touched a rope that was crushed under a piece of metal, and followed the rope all the way to his abdomen.

"Throne, ......"

"Why can't I just die in the explosion!"

I'm not dead now, but I'm dying. After the scream, Grote rolled over with one arm and lay flat, quietly waiting for death to come.

"Subspace energy detected."

"Subspace energy detected."

“……”

A beep comes from the power armor crushed in the metal shards.

Grote looked up with his eyes open, his vision blurry.

Until a moment later, a golden light appeared in the field of vision, and three winged women appeared in the light, two of them hovering and flying in the air, and one of them slowly falling from the sky.

Concepts of sacredness and beauty came to Grote's mind, and he found that his injuries were gradually recovering, even the broken arm and broken lower half of his body.

Although he was told that the Space Marines were the angels of the emperor since he was a child, Grlot felt that the three women in front of him were angels on both the conceptual and visual levels.

The angel landed beside Grote and examined his flesh with a divine sight.

An explosion was heard directly above, and the explosion caught the angel's attention, and she glanced up, her wings flapping into the sky.

(End of chapter)