40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 190 15. Molten Steel ([-])

Van Cleef could swear to his heart that he never expected things to get to this point.However, for some reason, he was very calm, without any agitation.

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. They were responsible for providing advice on military and other aspects to Perturabo, and they were his core advisors.

However, the Iron Warrior's commander's face is extremely ugly now, 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," said Van Cleef without looking away. "But, in my opinion, it's not going to be such 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."

Fryx 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?" Frix couldn't understand.

"You heard it all." Van Cleef finally turned his head. "However, you have asked me so many questions, and I also have a few questions I want to ask you, Fryx. Is the [-]th strike a new tradition or discipline in your legion?"

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Silently, Fryx nodded with an ugly face: "The Primarch told us about his ideals, his responsibilities, and his requirements for us. He is a strict leader, and we will do our best to meet him. requirements."

"And then, get his affirmation?" Van Cleef asked.In his dark eyes, there was an emotion that Fricks didn't quite understand. 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 about this.

"VanCleef—" Fricks forced himself to speak again. "—It's not too late now, we must go down and stop this battle, don't you want to see the Iron Warriors and Midnight Blade turn against each other?"

"First"

Van Cleef spoke softly.

"This battle has already begun, didn't you notice it? Second, Fryx. I used to know you as a fair and strict person. I don't know if this person is still there, but, from the Iron Warriors Frix, I would like to ask you to answer a question of mine."

"What's the problem?" Suppressing his anxiety and uneasiness, the company commander of the Iron Warriors hissed.

"Do you think Sergeant Altros really deserves to die?" VanCleef asked quietly.

"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 him eleven times. Go and see and Ai Go and see those nine officers 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.

It was a fact that they had fought side by side in a single field, though for a short time and not well known. How did this happen?He asked himself secretly, but got no answer.

"As for now." VanCleef withdrew his gaze. "Let us watch in silence. You know better than I do that the will of your Primarch is unalterable, Frix."

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

Yes, Perturabo's will cannot be changed, how could steel be bent with just a few words? ——
"Let's talk first." Perturabo said coldly. "I will not kill you, Khalil Rohars. You have insulted me and even set me on fire for a long time, but that doesn't mean I'm going to murder you. I'll just take it back what 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 flexed his left wrist one last time.

He wears the Terminator power armor he designed himself, which will be connected to the data cable he implanted for himself, thereby activating the hidden command and control system inside the armor, with which he can control the Iron Warriors every troop.Its power system has also been adjusted by himself to ensure that every ounce of effort will not be wasted.

And this is its first actual combat.

Perturabo had confidence in it, even though he hadn't actually had time to attach a pair of twin wrist cannons to the armor as preconceived.

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

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

The armor Khalil Rohars wore was of a type he had never seen, and in fact he preferred to call it a work of art than armor.

The relatively close-fitting design and the useless cloak in combat even made Perturabo want to laugh—who designed such a stupid armor?How does it help in combat and even in war?
ridiculous
"Come on." Perturabo said coldly.

He knew Khalil Rohals was a tough match, and even 'made Lorgar Aurelion suffer,' but that didn't mean much.

Luo Jia told him all the details, without any concealment.From Perturabo's point of view, the reason Lorgar lost was purely because Khalil Rohars was doing calculations with his mind.

Although he doesn't know why this person can have the same level as the original body, but
Why would he lose?He has paid enough attention and prepared enough, he will definitely win.He would take back everything that was his.

Ring, respect, apology.
Perturabo clenched his warhammer tightly, and took a step forward with a sneer.Khalil stood where he was, not moving.

The skull was slightly tilted, and there was nothing behind the dark eye sockets.Perturabo smiled contemptuously, meeting those eye sockets—he didn't even intend to initiate an attack, he wanted Khalil Rohars to fully understand the gap between them.
The me in power armor is by no means something you can compete with.You might be able to resist one or two of my attacks before, but I didn't exert my full strength at that time, and you didn't have the strength to wrestle with me at all.The skeleton ignored Perturabo's sneer, he just lowered his head slightly, and in the next second, a sudden change occurred.The cold blue light suddenly lit up in the dark eye sockets, 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 two-color armor, which looked like the bones of the dead, revealed a sharp light that made the eyes hurt from the gaps, and it was even accompanied by a sound similar to that of a machine releasing steam.

Then, Khalil Rohars disappeared, completely disappeared from his sight, as if he had never existed in the early morning.

Perturabo's pupils constricted sharply, he roared angrily, and raised his hammer to protect his face.

The thought of not wearing a helmet so others could see his ease faded away, along with the force from his hands and hammer, completely gone, and he didn't even see where the attack came from.

To make matters worse, before his thoughts even ended, a new round of attacks had already arrived.

It's not 'speed', this goes beyond speed.The air was torn apart, and the sound of metal knocks came from Perturabo's raised warhammer.The sound was huge, similar to thunder, resounding throughout the dueling field.

Perturabo widened his eyes, sank his breath, and prepared to counterattack defensively.

Such a fast speed is absolutely inseparable from the steam and blue light, his enemy cannot maintain this state for a long time, and if he wants to work hard on speed, his defense ability will never be strong——he waited rationally That one chance, and his reason didn't fail him.

At one point, Perturabo saw a fleeting flash of blue light.

He immediately revealed a ferocious smile, rotated his wrist, and swung the warhammer violently with huge force and boundless rage. 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 came suddenly.Perturabo's eyes widened in disbelief - he found that his warhammer was being firmly held in his hand, and the decomposition position that had been activated earlier in the morning had disappeared without a trace.

The huge hammer head fits smoothly with the black and white gauntlet, as if it was already in this shape when it was born from the mold.

"Yes." The skeleton nodded slightly to him. "Then what are you going to 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.

"It's a good weapon." The skeleton said in that distorted and terrifying voice. "Pity"

What 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 mass of scrap metal.

Then, he tossed it out smoothly, just right at Perturabo's feet.

Outside the duel arena, the Iron Warriors who came to watch were silent like dead silence.Van Cleef raised the corners of his mouth silently, turned and left without saying a word.None of the Nightblades came but him, and he thought there was no need to watch the duel any longer.

Victory and defeat.

But Van Cleef still doesn't understand a question - why does a great gene primarch look like this?
On the duel arena, Perturabo clenched his fists silently, the fists of the Terminator armor buzzed, and the metal rubbed against each other.He spoke in a harsh voice, the anger still existed on his face, but more of it was a kind of confusion.

"you"

"Shh."

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 was feeling at this moment!

Then, he flew back backwards, as if being hit head-on by a siege engine.He slammed into the idiosyncratic alloy wall of the Iron Blood arena, and left his mark on it.

The world was spinning, and the huge impact made him unable to continue thinking for a while, while his enemy was slowly approaching.Walking in the courtyard is like attending a banquet.

"Remember what I said to you before, Perturabo?" The skeleton stood beside him and spoke softly. "I'll leave you bleeding, with a swollen forehead, bent fingers, and broken ribs."

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

The Iron Warriors were still silent, these fighters controlled themselves tightly - before the battle, their Primarch had issued a death order, and no one was allowed to disturb this duel, those who disobeyed the order died, even the name will be permanently expelled from the Legion.

Therefore, they can only watch the horror of their Primarch now.I could only watch the 'instructor' waving his arms, tearing apart the characteristic Terminator armor like a toy.With the wailing of steel, Perturabo was grabbed out of the armor just like that.

"Are you ready?" the skeleton asked softly.

Perturabo, who was strangled, was panting heavily. He was affected by the lack of oxygen, but this did not prevent him from swinging his fist, trying to release the hand.He can still fight, he can still - yes, he must still fight. He will find his chance to turn the tables, he will!

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

The skeleton sneered lowly.

"But I will."

He swung his right fist, and the sound of painful physical collision resounded instantly, accompanied by Perturabo's hoarse cry—was it because of the pain, or because of the words of Khalil Rohals?
No one knows.

　update completed!
　　I completed the achievement of beating the ruffian boss + ten thousand updates before the deadline, Jie Jie.

　　Continue tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)