Veronica, wearing a decent robes of the nun, tiptoed to sit down on a bench by the wall. Some soldiers noticed her, but everyone regarded her as the recorder and did not take it seriously.
At this time, Veronica found another mortal in the shadow of the wall more than 20 meters away.
Elena, wearing a black close-fitting dress and a black gauze hat, almost blended with the shadows. When Veronica looked at her, she also turned her head to look at each other. The gazes of the two of them at each other were not considered friendly.
Suddenly, a noise made them turn their heads at the same time and look at the Gladiator.
Seth had already picked up a training executioner chain saw sword from the weapon stand, a huge weapon usually used by the nuns' church. Soshyan first held a spear, but finally chose a training-made two-handed power sword. As the weapon stand slowly rose, the gladiator officially began and the surroundings fell into silence instantly.
"With His blood, I will conquer!"
With a roar, Seth waved a huge chainsaw sword like a crazy beast and slashed at Soshiyang. Even in the ritual battle, the commander seemed to be doing his best, regardless of whether this would hurt his opponent.
But in Soshyang's eyes, this was an impulsive attack, without any preparation, and he had enough time to avoid it.
With a sound of a sack being torn apart, Seth's sword blade slashed the floor made of high-strength alloy and splashed a string of sparks. His actual speed was much faster than Soshyan estimated, and almost hit him, which made him more cautious.
Dodging the chain saw, Soshiyang calmly retreated, then stepped out his right foot, the giant sword was straight parallel to his sight, and swung it out a second later, smashing the blade that Seth had just raised to one side.
But Soshiyan did not pursue, but instead took a defensive posture. Seth attacked his throat again. Soshiyan dodged and fought back, dancing with both hands, and slashed towards the opponent's next sword path, interrupting Seth's offensive twice in a row.
During the round-trip defense and counterattack, neither of the two team leaders seemed to have the possibility of defeating the opponent and winning, but the experienced veterans on the scene could see that Soshiyang was at ease and a little bit of a let-go. Even if Seth tried his best, he could not break through Soshiyang's blade barrier.
Both sides have already met immediately.
"Don't insult my honor! Commander of Soshiyang!"
Seth, who also realized this, roared angrily and launched an almost crazy offensive. Each attack was fatal. This was beyond the scope of gladiator. The soldiers in the audience had already begun to whisper in a low voice. Veronica also frowned and whispered unhappily:
"Where did the barbarians come from?"
The strong sense of frustration caused Seth to fall into a slight frenzy. His hands danced with chainsaw swords like strong wind, slashing towards his opponent's head, neck, waist and other parts. If he hit it firmly, it would be almost fatal, but he was blocked by his opponent every time.
This made him even more crazy, and his vision gradually became blurred, and he began to recite unconsciously in his mouth—
"I am angry, I am death."
Seth felt his limbs burning, pushing him towards the enemy.
He didn't care about the scratches carved on his armor by his opponent's sword blade, and almost fought for life to continue to launch a fierce attack, forcing the opponent to constantly change positions.
"My anger is absolutely merciless!"
If he takes another ten steps, he will push the other person to a dead corner, and when he tear his armor, his hands will pull out his internal organs.
"My blade doesn't know-"
The next second, something invisible hit Seth's chest and threw him to the ground.
The head of the Meat Tearman groaned and raised his head, blinking hard to figure out his sight. Although the painkiller filled his body, it did not calm the burning pain in his skull.
Then, he felt someone pat his face.
"Brother Seth? Brother Seth? Are you okay?"
Seth shook his head, and then his consciousness gradually became clear. When he realized that he was almost crazy in the arena, he was shocked and sweated all over.
At this moment, he felt his heart beating in his chest like a piston of a huge engine. The smell of blood splashed filled his senses, and a boiling darkness enveloped his mind, threatening his restraint.
Seth struggled to stand up, but almost slipped. Fortunately, Soshiyan grabbed his shoulder in time.
Then Soshiyan heard Seth climbing his shoulder and gasping for breath, and lowered his head and begged softly:
"Pride me with your kindness and burn my bloodthirsty with the fire of justice... Please keep me away from the darkness of my soul."
Soshiyang said with a smile:
"It's okay, brothers Seth."
As Soshiyan said, Seth gradually got rid of the dark haze, and then looked at the slight depression in his chest. Obviously, Soshiyan stopped at that moment, otherwise he would definitely be able to split his armor.
He let go of Soshi's shoulders, took a step back, and gasped and threw away his weapon.
"Brother Soshyan, you won."
Soshiyan also threw away his weapons, then walked up and hugged Seth gently. Hearing applause and cheers suddenly erupted from the field, especially the recruits.
"Gua! We love you with our team leader—!!!"
Everyone saw it clearly. Soshiyan almost subdued Seth, who was crazy, with one move, and the difference in strength between them was self-evident.
Next is a grand banquet.
Banquets have always been an important part of the interstellar culture. Although they are ascetics on weekdays, sumptuous banquets will be held on major occasions and after victory.
The monastery of the Knights of the Astral Realm welcomed so many Space Marines, the White Temple, and the Knights of the Astral Realm plus a small number of flesh-torners have exceeded a thousand.
To this end, the battle group used more than 10,000 servants and servants, more than ten tons of wine, and several tons of various types of vegetables, fruits and meat. The entire monastery fortress almost never sleeps all night. Soshiyang actually intended to use such activities to dilute the sadness in the hearts of the warriors of the White Holy Temple.
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The banquet lasted until after three o'clock in the morning. When Soshiyang returned to the bedroom with alcohol, he immediately smelled the familiar fragrance. He remembered seeing Veronica several times during the banquet, but the other party did not disturb him.
Maybe she's already asleep?
However, after hearing the clear footsteps, Soshiyang knew that the other party was not sleeping.
Sure enough, less than thirty seconds after he returned to the bedroom, Veronica walked out of the secret door, but she looked-
"Uh... are you?"
Veronica, who has returned to the form of a spirit, inexplicably wore a nun suit, but the nun suit is a little bit wrong, it looks a bit too thin, the forks on both sides of the thighs are too high, and what is the white silk stockings, and what is the black tether on the crotch... Just the white chest cover looks the most normal, but it is too transparent. As for the black veil on the head, it can be ignored.
In this outfit that is mixed with blasphemy and despotics, Veronica's unconcealed beauty made Soshyan take a breath. Every time he could find that some aspect of her is worthy of his appreciation again. Her delicate face and facial features are more perfect than any artist's works carved with the best marble. Her gentle eyes are full of emotion, and her pointed ears and nun's clothes have a weird sense of misalignment. After watching them for a long time, they seem to be very suitable.
Veronica is beautiful, but her beauty has become a punishment for Soshiyan to some extent.
When the other party walked towards him with graceful steps, the crisp sound made by the high heels gently tapping the ground, but it was almost like the roar of a bomb in Soshiyang's ears-
Just as terrible.
"Does it look weird? Didn't you say the formal wear in the battle group?"
Veronica stopped in front of Soshyang, and her slender legs, tightly wrapped in white silk stockings, were perfectly displayed in front of him - the straight legs in the night without any fat and had a hazy halo like jade.
Then she walked around the place and then looked at Soshiyang.
"Isn't the nun's clothes not formal enough?"
"No, who told you that the nun was wearing this way?"
Veronica flipped her hand and a book appeared. Soshiyan took it and frowned immediately.
"Will Sister Omnisaiah dream about binary fish...What kind of cult is this? Where did you get it?"
"This is the one I searched for nuns on the information shopping platform of Chaodu."
"Tsk—"
Soshiyan didn't know what to say for a moment, but his attitude made Veronica a little angry.
"Hmph, if you don't like it, I'll go and change it-ah!"
Chapter completed!