40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 231 2. Business
With a straight face, Sevatar raised his hands so that the Warhounds' servitors could anoint him.

Duel cages are very common in all major Astartes legions, and they come in various forms.Armor-piercing, non-armor-piercing, unarmed, not unarmed and even live ammunition allowed
Some scholars have written several books to study these things. Unfortunately, they are either too exaggerated or too unclear. No one can really touch these complex cultures.

However, in Sevatar's view, the duel cage is nothing more than a channel for the Astartes to vent their excessive energy to each other.

It doesn't even matter whether you apply oil or not. Does it mean that if you apply oil, it will be stained with honor?In the same way, fighting in the duel pit is the same as fighting in the ring of the duel cage.

But this time is different.

this time--

He turned his head and glanced at the two giants standing behind him.

One person's skin was like ashes, and his eyes were so dark that they looked like weathered tombstones.The other person has bronze skin, is tall and strong, and has a heroic spirit without having to do anything.

At this moment, they were all looking at him.The former smiled at him and encouraged him, while the latter's facial muscles trembled and he greeted Savita with a not-so-friendly smile.

The captain of the first team sighed, turned his head back, and raised his neck as if resigned to his fate, so that the servitors could move faster.Their cold iron hands were busy, and the surroundings were very noisy.

As night fell, Night Blade and the War Dogs mingled together, cheering for the people they supported.It's worth mentioning that not all Nightblades support Sevatar - just as not all Warhounds support Sevatar's opponents.

His opponent's name is Kahn.Captain of the [-]th Company of War Hounds.

Sevatar stared at him, observing the scars on his body, and began to wonder where he should start later.

He didn't need to lower his head to observe himself. His body was no better than Kahn's warrior body with scars everywhere.His opponent was also looking at him at this moment, his eyes full of calm.

Sevatar didn't like the calm very much.

All the time, the opponents he fought had different emotions, and few faced him with complete calm.The last man to do so was named Sigismund, and Sevatar disliked him.

Let's put it this way, if he had to choose someone outside the legion who could fight alongside him, Sevatar would choose Sigismund.But he didn't like him.

Half a minute later, the servitors completed their work.Sevatar lowered his head, looked at the weapon rack placed in front of him, and randomly selected a chainsword.

He doesn't like using a sword, but that doesn't mean he's not good at using it.His opponent was holding a short chain axe, not the two-handed giant ax he had imagined.Sevatar carried his weapon and strolled into the makeshift earth pit with his opponent.

The day's battle was over, and it was already nighttime. They should have enjoyed some hard-earned rest.
Savita curled her lips and took a deep breath of air.His senses entered a new level at this moment. Not far away, the crackling sound of orc corpses being burned reached his ears.

He danced the blade casually, without activating it, just twirling his arms and wrists in a fancy way, with light steps.

He had no intention of attacking first, and coincidentally, his opponent seemed to think so too.

"Aren't you going to attack first?" Sevita asked.

"No." The company commander named Kahn shook his head, his voice was very calm.Other than that he didn't say a word.

Sevatar bared her teeth, and her oiled skin palely reflected the ominous light in the light.He continued to rotate his wrist and began to pace in the mud puddle.

"I heard that you took the initiative to ask to fight me?" Savita asked tentatively - of course he didn't know whether Kahn took the initiative.

He was just making guesses based on Angron's words.If it can disrupt Kahn's mind, he will make a lot of money.

Yes, Sevita is not averse to using this tactic. In fact, he loves it.

"No," Kahn said. "I only came here to fight a Midnight Blade at night when I was fighting the orcs when I had nothing to do. Besides, I never like fighting this kind of duel. It's just fighting training."

Sevatar smiled, and he agreed with Kahn's words.Moreover, there was a hint of praise for his legion in those words.If Kahn praised him alone, he would not accept it, but for the Legion.
That's another story.

"What a coincidence, so am I." Selvita rarely spoke the truth to a stranger. "I don't want to come out and fight a member of the War Hounds at night. So?"

"So, let's get it over with as quickly as possible," Kahn said.

The next second, he moved.Sevatar saw a flash of light, her skin trembled, and the evil wind suddenly came with the roar of the chain axe.Sevatar frowned, resisted with his sword, and skillfully responded verbally to his opponent.

"I thought you didn't like this."

Kahn slashed his sword and replied, "What?"

"What do you think?"

"I think you talk too much." Kahn smiled lowly. "If you want to fight, go ahead. There's no turning back anyway." Sevita sighed.

"Okay." He said in a deliberately frivolous tone.
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Khalil folded his hands and shook his head as he watched the battle in the duel pit.Angron seemed a little interested, and there was a smile in his blue eyes.He turned his head, tapped Kahn in the sand pit with his thumb, and smiled proudly.

"Isn't he bad?" asked the Nucerian.

"He is much older than Sevetar. Angron, he is a Terran veteran. Moreover, this is not the first day I have known Kahn. Your show off attitude makes me a little confused about how to answer you. ” Khalil responded dumbfounded.

"Kahn said so at the time." The gladiator from Nuceria shrugged. "He doesn't understand why I have to arrange a duel at this time. In fact, I just want them to get familiar with each other quickly. An evenly matched duel can always create friendship between the two legions."

"I think it's more than that, right?" Khalil asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Yes." Angron nodded, happily admitting his selfishness.

"You don't know something, Khalil. Sigismund of the Imperial Fists has gained a lot of fame in recent years. Rumor has it that there is only one person who has tied with him, and he always mentions this to everyone. Man. Of course I would be curious about Yago Savitarion.”

Khalil was silent for a moment, and began to feel a little worried about Savita's future life.

"So, who do you think will win?"

Angron's expression became serious. He looked thoughtfully at the two fighting in the mud pit, and only gave his answer after a period of observation.

"Hard to say." He frowned, his expression surprisingly serious.

"Kahn usually doesn't like activities like dueling pits. He basically doesn't participate. This is the most enthusiastic time I've seen him. And Yago Savitarion is also very talented. Fighting requires experience and Talent, he has both. How did you train him?"

Khalil smiled, and many images appeared in front of his eyes.

"Simple. Just keep beating him." Khalil said. "Actually, it's best to do it every day."

Angron was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed.He smiled and put his arm around Khalil's shoulders.

"Your sense of humor is getting better!"

"Really?" Khalil raised his eyebrows. "I have a few jokes here, do you want to hear them?"

"That's unnecessary." Angron shook his head with a smile, and talked about another thing with Khalil's regretful expression.

"Let's talk about business. There's always time for jokes. I want War Dog and Night Blade to cooperate for counterinsurgency purposes."

He made a gesture and his expression became serious.These years of war have clearly changed him. The former Nucerian gladiator is now able to talk about war and conquest in a rational tone.

Khalil frowned: "Is there another rebellion? In the Pacific Star Territory?"

"Yes." Angron replied slowly. "Most of the planetary governors who are promoted will quickly become the most depraved within a few years, and some will even have greater ambitions as a result."

"This is the case with Cappadocia. My scout fleet discovered them. They wanted to land on a nearby satellite to get supplies. But they were attacked just after they approached the orbit. One of my captains even lost his Lost half his life”

The original body of the War Dogs snorted coldly: "They obviously don't care about the oath they once swore. It has been less than seven years since the Cappadocia people declared their submission to the Empire. I think they deserve a severe lesson, what about you? ?”

"I'd love to have Nightblade join this fight," Khalil said. "But, with just one planet, it shouldn't be a match for War Dog, right?"

"That's the problem." Angron shook his head worriedly. "They don't just have one planet. In fact, the governor of Cappadocia encompasses four nearby worlds."

"God knows what conditions he promised to let them join him. My expedition fleet cannot eat five planets in one go. Since you are nearby, I might as well ask you directly for help."

"That's it." Khalil nodded. "So, Night Blade has joined - but before that, do we want to make a bet?"

"What bet?"

"Let's see who among them will win." Khalil smiled slightly. "I'm betting on Kahn."

Angron looked at him in surprise, and answered after a moment: "In that case, then I'll take care of Sevita."

They turned their heads together and looked into the duel pit.

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