The Destiny Steel—or Ironblood's training room, was originally mediocre enough to meet the needs of a Glorious Queen, rather than being known for its gladiatorial craters like other sister ships—well, the Resolute isn't called the Conqueror anymore, but the gladiatorial craters on its lower deck are still quite famous for their unique Nukerian fighting customs—and the Iron Blood's training room and gladiatorial cage have been well received until this refurbishment by its new owner.

From the full range of training fighter servants with realistic movements and structures, to the simulation rooms that can simulate any known terrain in the territories conquered by the Human Empire so far, and the full range of weapon simulation signal guns on the weapon racks, check out those shelves, from the unique weapons of the alien wizards to the treasures in the secret arsenal of unknown stones, Obviously, the master's unwillingness to control the Mechanics' xenomorphous technology and the threat of the Inquisition is not something to be considered - and it cannot be ruled out that there is no such awareness at all.

Even in terms of power armor, you can simulate various models of arsenal equipment, from the ancient and heavy Saturn type to the three variants of the Iron Lord's latest development of the Type Twelve, and you can even call a few like-minded monk brothers to wear the power armor that matches the actual battlefield situation for a hearty confrontation without worrying about damaging your valuable weapons and equipment.

It's no wonder that it's always a magnet for off-duty Space Marines, as well as their cousins who come here for the first time - the latter tend to start looking like a country bun or a wolf who has been hungry for three days - depending on the individual's personality and warband culture - and then usually they spend the first seventy-two hours of coming in without eating or drinking, and wholeheartedly soak in the "infinite bullet weapon full variety matchless mode" or "lonely wounded bullet exhaustion mode" - or depending on the personality and warband culture - or depends on the personality and warband culture -

As for why not use a device that is often used in the training of certain warbands, the memory reading and hypnosis simulation device - in other words, it is to input a dead Astarte's "power armor internal camera usage record" into the user's mind, so that the user can quickly draw valuable experience and memories from the deceased's legacy—well—although that's generally the case, But guess why the seemingly safe training death and madness rates of this so-called hypnosis simulation remain high? If you continue to ask, the Inquisitor will knock on your door. Citizen.

Overall, the Iron Blood's training room has maintained an excellent record of safety and practicality so far, although it is not uncommon for people to come out shouting a few times to step flat and catch alive because they are too caught in the confrontational role they play, but it is not a big problem.

After all, when you're an unnamed member of the Sunset Yellow Band, and the occasional cameo in an unreal setting, well, no one will admit it's really cool. But Peturabo is quite satisfied with the number of Chaos KPIs here every day.

The gladiatorial cage across the wall from the training room is more in line with the tradition of space marines on ships, well, that is, some, so there are not as many people here as in the training room, but many combat brothers who are very demanding of their own melee combat skills will be more happy to choose here.

From the magnificent marble arena, to the traditional octagon cage of the war group, to the simple iron cage of the underground black boxing stadium, there are all kinds of gladiatorial cage styles here, but all of them are semi-open, that is, the surrounding force field can be adjusted according to the requirements of the users of the venue, although usually no one will use these additional functions, the question is that the wheel ring battle is the unchangeable tradition and essence of the gladiatorial cage, so a large group of fighting brothers who are watching and shouting and cheering below are also this kind of universal ...... No, this is an integral part of the daily entertainment of a Space Marine.

Today, the gladiatorial cage hall is filled with as many Space Marines of all ages and a handful of mortals as possible.

All other fighting in the gladiatorial arena has ceased, as the feat of challenging a primordial has spread to all ships of both warbands.

In any case, Angron Petra suppressed the resentment of his officers, and gently calmed the somewhat frightened survivors of the Third Legion aboard the Istavan III, who, after Master Yuma-Kadur had mercilessly preached some of the selected history and present of the Third Legion in the galaxy, were now relatively few able to come to their senses, and even those who recovered their minds were seldom able to fully recuperate, and even Solomon Demittle looked somewhat depressed.

Of course, there are two exceptions, one is Saul Tavitz, who risked his life to warn the loyalists on the ground of Istavan III, who guessed what was going to happen because he had a little bad feeling, so he was relatively receptive; And the other is the hero of this feat in today's gladiatorial cage, the former emperor's son Thirteenth Company Commander, Lucius.

Although Saul Tavitz had tried his best to persuade his excellent swordsman brother, the other party apparently did not listen at all, and instead turned to Tavitz with a fanatical face, instilling in Tavitz for an hour and forty minutes how powerful and perfect Master Angron was, and how perfect he was to be called alongside Fogrem, so challenging him was the best way to pursue and achieve his perfect and powerful realm.

"Well, you don't have to persuade him," Solomon said to Tavitz, standing in the middle of the crowd, "You see, his fighting spirit is much better than the end of this Anglon that will happen to the rest of our legions, or the one who suddenly commands the World Eater against the three lords of Istavan III. ”

"Don't worry too much. Let's see the results. "The Ancient Sage was standing beside them, his electronic voice sounding a little strange today, that is, a little too much like a living person, but his tone was very determined." I think that should be something good for him and for us. ”

"I hope so." Saul Tavitz looked pretentiously at the Gladiatorial Cage, which had been set up to be sturdy, magnificent, and expansive, and was supposed to be used for melee dreadnought.

"You have one last chance to go back before you start. Lucius, son of the Emperor. ”

Walking to the center of the field, the fully armed primordial body made the breathing sound in the hall a little lighter, he was surprisingly tall, his axe was as long as a warrior in the grip alone, and as thick as an ordinary person's calf, but in his hands it seemed just right, in front of his golden and silver glorious figure, even wearing his full set of power armor, the swordsman of the emperor's son was like a little boy compared to him.

Lucius did feel some kind of utter shudder that stopped breathing, but not from fear, but from excitement.

Standing on the tallest and largest gladiatorial cage platform in this hall, he could see all the people here at a glance, hundreds of outstanding warriors, elites, senior veterans, from each of the eight different legions—or should I say now, warbands?

The swordsman trembled.

An incessant electric rush of excitement poured out of the deepest part of his soul, rushing down his spine, and two drunken flushes appeared on his pretty face. Everyone's eyes stayed on him, even the other Primordial Highnesses who had come to watch the battle.

Yes, that's it, that's what it feels like.

He raised his head and put his hand on the hilt of his sword.

"It is a great honour to be here to fight with you, Your Highness."

(End of chapter)