40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 190 15. Melted Steel (3)

Van Cleef could swear to his heart that he never expected that things would develop to this point. However, for some reason, he was very calm and not a little anxious.

At this moment, he was standing side by side with Frix of the Iron Warriors in silence. The latter is the captain of the First Company of the Iron Warriors and a member of Perturabo's Trident Council.

Van Cleef had heard about this special position. There were only three of them, and they were responsible for providing Perturabo with advice on military matters and other aspects. They were his core advisers.

However, the Iron Warrior's first company commander's expression was now extremely ugly, forming an extreme contrast with Van Cleef's expression.

"I can't believe it." He whispered to Van Cleef with anger. "What the hell is your instructor doing, Van Cleef?"

"I wish I knew," Van Cleef said intently. "But, in my opinion, it's not going to be much of a fair fight."

"Are you crazy?" Fricks looked at him in disbelief. "Your instructor proposed a duel with our Primarch! Do you think he can defeat a Primarch?!"

Van Cleef did not answer the question.

"Listen to me, Van Cleef."

Fricks lowered his voice and spoke again.

"It's not too late to mediate at this time. My original body requires all senior officers to be present to watch. I don't know what your instructors think, but it will not do any good to any of us if this matter spreads. "

"Our instructor has no requirements for us." Van Cleef replied expressionlessly. "I'm here now just out of personal interest."

"What did you say?" Fricks looked incomprehensible.

"You heard everything." Van Cleef finally turned around. "However, you have asked me so many questions, and I also have a few questions to ask you, Frix. Is the eleventh kill considered a new tradition or discipline in your legion?"

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Silent, Frix nodded with an ugly face: "The original body told us about his ideals, his responsibilities and his requirements for us. He is a strict leader, and we will do our best to achieve him. requirements.”

"Then, get his approval?" Van Cleef asked. There was an emotion that Fricks couldn't quite understand emerging in his dark eyes. After a few seconds, he looked away and shook his head.

The Iron Warriors' first company commander would never admit it, but he actually felt relieved.

"Van Cleef——" Fricks forced himself to speak again. "——It's not too late now. We have to go down and stop this battle. Do you want to see the Iron Warriors and the Midnight Blade turn against each other?"

"First"

Van Cleef spoke softly.

"This battle has already begun, haven't you noticed? Second, Frix. The person I knew in the past was a fair and strict person. I don't know if this person is still there, but, from the Iron Warriors, Fricks, I'd like you to answer a question of mine."

"What's the problem?" The Iron Warriors' Captain asked in a hissed voice, suppressing his anxiety and uneasiness.

"Do you think Sergeant Elteros really deserves to die?" Van Cleef asked calmly.

"I don't comment on your tactics or your strict requirements on the time required to implement the order. But I think he will definitely not be punished to death, and it is an extremely harsh punishment such as killing eleven times. Go and see and Ai "Go and see the nine officers who are with Sergeant Altlos, Flix."

He turned his head slowly, his eyes cold. In an instant, Frix found that he could hardly recognize the captain of the Eighth Legion.

They once fought side by side on the same battlefield. Although the time was short and not well known, it was a fact. What was going on? He asked himself secretly, but didn't get any answer.

"As for now." Van Cleef withdrew his gaze. "Let us watch quietly. You should know better than I do that the will of your original body cannot be changed, Frix."

The Captain of the Iron Warriors was silent, and he nodded in a daze.

Yes, Perturabo's will cannot be changed. How can steel be bent with just a few words? ——

"Let me talk first." Perturabo said coldly. "I'm not going to kill you, Khalil Lohars. Just because you insulted me and made me angry for the first time in a long time doesn't mean I'm going to murder you. I'm just going to get it back. Something I deserve.”

Across the ring, Khalil raised the corners of his mouth and asked softly: "What is it?"

"You will know," Perturabo replied slowly.

He lowered his head and moved his left wrist one last time.

He wears the Terminator power armor that he designed himself. This suit of armor will be connected to the data cable he implanted for himself, thereby activating the command and control system hidden inside the armor. With it, he can control the Iron Warrior's weapons. Every troop. Its power system has also been adjusted by him himself to ensure that every bit of power is not wasted.

And this is its first actual combat.

Perturabo had confidence in it, even if he hadn't actually had time to install a pair of twin wrist cannons on the armor as planned.

"Are you ready?" His opponent asked from across the ring.

Perturabo sneered, lowered his head, and picked up a finely crafted power hammer.

The armor worn by Khalil Lohars was of a type he had never seen before, in fact, he would rather call it a work of art than armor.

The close-fitting design and the cloak that was useless in combat even gave Perturabo the urge to laugh - who designed such a stupid piece of armor? How does it help combat or even war?

Ridiculous

"Come on." Perturabo said coldly.

He knew that Khalil Lohars was a difficult opponent and even "made Lorgar Aurelion suffer", but that didn't mean anything.

Luo Jia told him the specific situation without hiding anything. In Perturabo's view, the reason why Luojia was defeated was purely because Khalil Rohars was calculating with intention and without intention.

Although he didn't know why this person could have the same size as the original body, but

Why would he lose? He has paid enough attention and made enough preparations, and he will definitely win. He will take back everything that belongs to him.

Ring, respect, apology.

Perturabo clenched his warhammer, sneered and took a step forward. Khalil stood there, not moving.

The skull was slightly tilted, and there was nothing behind the dark eye sockets. Perturabo smiled contemptuously and looked into those eyes - he didn't even plan to initiate an attack, he wanted Khalil Lohars to fully understand the gap between them.

Putting on power armor, I am definitely not something you can compete with. You might have been able to withstand one or two of my attacks before, but I didn't use my full strength at that time, and you didn't have the power to compete with me at all.

The skeleton ignored Perturabo's sneer. He just lowered his head slightly. The next second, a sudden change occurred. A cold blue light suddenly lit up in the dark eyes, and the coldness suddenly appeared, and the metal that made up the ground began to creak.

The originally ordinary cloak began to twist at this moment, turning into a pure shadow and lurking. The black and white armor that looked like the bones of the dead emitted a fierce light that hurt the eyes from the gaps, and was even accompanied by a sound that sounded like a machine releasing steam.

Then, Khalil Lohars disappeared, completely disappearing from his sight, as if he had not existed a long time ago.

Perturabo's pupils shrank sharply, he shouted angrily, and raised his warhammer to protect his face.

The original idea of ​​not wearing a helmet so that others could see his ease disappeared. Along with the huge force coming from his hands and war hammer, it completely disappeared, and he didn't even see where the attack came from.

What's even worse is that before he has even finished thinking, a new round of attacks has arrived.

This is not ‘speed’, this is beyond the scope of speed. The air was torn, and the sound of metal knocking came from Perturabo's raised war hammer. The sound was huge, almost like thunder, and resounded throughout the duel field.

Perturabo widened his eyes, calmed down, and prepared for a defensive counterattack.

Such a fast speed is absolutely inseparable from the steam and blue light. His enemy cannot maintain this state for a long time. Moreover, if he has to work hard on speed, his defensive ability will never be strong - he waited rationally. That opportunity, and his reason did not fail him.

At one moment, Perturabo saw a flash of blue light.

He immediately revealed a ferocious smile, rotated his wrist, and swung the warhammer violently with huge force and boundless fury. A sound like a sonic boom suddenly erupted under the blow, and Perturabo roared: "—— caught you!"

"boom--!"

As if the tank had been smashed, a heavy muffled sound suddenly came. Perturabo's eyes widened in disbelief - he found that his war hammer was firmly held in someone's hand, and the decomposition stance that had been activated early had disappeared without a trace.

The huge hammer head fit together smoothly with the black and white gauntlet, as if it had already been shaped like this when it was born from the mold.

"Yes." The skeleton nodded gently to him. "And what will you do, great Perturabo?"

As soon as the words fell, the heartbreaking sound of metal twisting came immediately. His power hammer began to tremble violently. Perturabo gritted his teeth and pulled his wrist, trying to take the hammer back, but he could no longer do it because it had been completely taken away.

"What a good weapon." The skeleton said in that twisted and terrifying voice. "Pity"

What's a pity?

The answer will be revealed in the next second.

He held the hammer head with his right hand and held the handle with his left hand. Then he started to exert force. The Seiko power hammer, which had already begun to show signs of damage, made a violent crackling sound at this moment, and arcs were wrapped around it, but the skeleton was completely indifferent.

He just slowly, gently, and unstoppably used his hands to turn the power hammer into a twisted piece of scrap metal.

Then he threw it out smoothly, and it landed just at the feet of Perturabo.

Outside the duel venue, the Iron Warriors who came to watch were in deathly silence. Van Cleef raised the corners of his lips silently, turned around and left without saying a word. No one from the Night Blades came except him, and he believed that there was no need to watch this duel anymore.

The outcome has been decided.

But Van Cleef still doesn't understand one question - why does a great Primarch look like this?

On the duel field, Perturabo clenched his fists wordlessly, the fists of the Terminator armor buzzed, and the metals rubbed against each other. He spoke in a solemn voice, anger still present on his face, but more of a look of confusion.

"you"

"Shhh."

Perturabo was stunned, and his confusion immediately faded away. Anger surged in like an overwhelming ocean, completely shattering the little rationality he had just risen.

He roared and rushed forward. The 'no killing declaration' before the war had completely disappeared. He only wanted to do one thing now. He wanted to make this person who dared to treat him like a child taste the pain he felt at this moment!

Then, he flew back, as if he was hit head-on by a siege truck. He slammed into the characteristic alloy wall of the Blood of Steel duel arena, leaving his mark on it.

The world was spinning, and the huge impact made him unable to think anymore for a moment, while his enemy was slowly approaching. Strolling around the courtyard is like attending a banquet.

"Do you remember what I said to you before, Perturabo?" The skeleton stood beside him and spoke softly. "I'll make you bleed, have a swollen forehead, bent fingers, broken ribs."

He laughed deeply, then stretched out his foot and stepped on Perturabo's right hand.

The Iron Warriors were still silent. These warriors controlled themselves tightly - before the war began, their original body had given a death order, and no one was allowed to interrupt the duel. Anyone who disobeyed the order would die, even their name. All will be permanently expelled from the Legion.

As a result, they could only watch helplessly as they watched the plight of their Primarch. I could only watch as the 'instructor' waved his arms and tore apart the special Terminator armor like a toy. With the cry of steel, Perturabo was grabbed out of the armor just like that.

"Are you ready?" the skeleton asked softly.

Perturabo was breathing heavily as he was choked. He was affected by the lack of oxygen, but this did not prevent him from punching his fist in an attempt to loosen the hand. He can still fight, he can still - yes, he can definitely still fight. He will find an opportunity to turn defeat into victory, he will!

"No, you won't." The skeleton shook his head and raised his right hand. "This is a battle you will definitely lose, the great Perturabo. By the way, Sergeant Elteros asked me to say hello to you. He said he doesn't blame you."

The skeleton sneered lowly.

"But I will."

He swung his right fist, and the painful sound of physical collision resounded immediately, accompanied by Perturabo's hoarse cry - was it because of the pain, or because of Khalil Lohars' words?

No one knows.

update completed!

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Continue tomorrow.