After shook hands with Bahram, Artucus noticed Jacob holding the flag of the warrior again. The warrior had a trophy stand behind the power armor, strung with an alien head that had been treated with anti-corrosion technology. It was obviously from a huge target and it looked even fresh.
Artecus Badan points behind Jacob.
"Is that a Tyron?"
Bahram nodded and replied:
"The patriarch of a gene stealer's nest was captured by this warrior alone."
"Class leader, this is a very dangerous target. I didn't expect that the recruits of the Knights of the Star Realm have such powerful warriors."
After a brief tone, he turned his gaze to Bahram and said in a very frank tone:
"I have heard of the story of the Knights of the Star Realm from the verge of demise to the re-emergence of the resurgence. I am deeply acknowledged the concept of the Alliance of Suffering. Only by helping each other can Astarte overcome difficulties together, because most institutions of the Empire are only wary of us or even hostile. They only want to limit us, destroy us, and turn us into the baton in their hands."
But Bahram did not respond to this, but thought for a moment and said softly:
"Astadt respects and obeys the High Lords' Council are the requirements of the Book and Primitives, and we... cannot violate this basic principle first."
"Of course, loyalty to the throne is the basic principle of every Astat."
"So, Chief of Artecus, have you heard of a radical sect in the Inquisition called the Zanthusite?"
Although the other party concealed it well, Bahram still noticed the unnatural flash of Artecus.
"Learn a little, but we're not interested in the mess inside the court."
Seeing that the other party was unwilling to admit it, Bahram did not ask, but just said:
"In the Great Vortex Expedition, we fought against the heretics of the Red Pirates. These fallen men used various witchcraft, demon weapons, and even directly summoned demons. Many of them were once loyal warriors of the empire, but under the temptation of chaos, they became twisted enemies of humanity and lost their soul freedom. However, such enemies are undoubtedly very difficult to deal with. Captain Artucus, what would you usually do if you encounter such a strong enemy?"
"The think tank brothers will find the enemy's weakness, and then we will launch a fierce attack on that weakness until the opponent is completely eliminated!"
Bahram smiled slightly.
"It's a pity that our team has not had a think tank yet."
This surprised Artecus.
“None of them?”
“None.”
"That..."
“We use contactless.”
"Not touching?"
"Yes, like the Silent Nuns who used to be, we use trained untouchables to cut off the enemy's ties with the subspace, including their witchcraft and those chaos instruments, to turn them into waste."
Artecus pursed his lips and responded awkwardly:
"Good...good solution."
"Because our leader once said that sub-space is a sea, demons are fish in the sea, and we are people on the shore. If we have to go into the sea to compete with the fish, or even catch them, it is impossible to win, and we will even be dragged into the sea by the opponent to drown. The best way is to drag the opponent to the shore and then step on it with one foot. Don't race against the enemy on the enemy's track, you will never win. There are many ways to defeat the enemy. Using the enemy means is the worst choice, because you cannot be more skilled than the enemy. You will only be brought to the same level by the enemy and then be defeated by the opponent with richer experience."
“This is not necessarily.”
Bahram's words finally attracted the effect he wanted. A terminator of the Relics Battle Team made a sound. Bahram noticed that the terminator had a power sword on his waist, which was normal, but the runes and some decorations on the other party were not normal.
If he guessed correctly, this is a think tank, a think tank wearing a Terminator.
Artecus turned to look at the warrior who was speaking, and the other party had turned around and walked over.
"Moore, go back to the team."
"Captain of the Battle, I want to ask this company commander Bahram for advice."
Before Artecus could speak, Bahram immediately agreed:
"Of course, do you have any problems?"
"I don't agree with what you said that the incontactables can solve the problem of enemies in the subspace. They are mortals themselves, too weak and need protection. When encountering real heretics and strong enemies, they are useless. Only forces from the same subspace can fight against them."
"Oh? I don't agree with this. Are you a think tank?"
"Yes, my brothers and I once worked together to eliminate a Nurgle demon."
Bahram nodded with a smile.
"It's really amazing, but it's not an argument."
“How can it be used as an argument?”
"as always."
"as always."
The think tank nodded and turned to look at his battle leader.
"Captain of the Battle, I will have a friendly duel with Company Commander Bahram, please allow it."
"this..."
Artecus seemed hesitant, and Arash did not expect things to develop like this. He frowned, but Bahram raised his hand indifferently.
"There is no problem. Everyone clicks it and they are all wearing Terminator, so they can't hurt anyone."
Seeing Bahram like this, Artecus seemed too weak when he knew that he would not agree, so he nodded.
"Then stop."
Then the two came to the center of the hall, and people around them were watching and watching a hundred meters away.
The think tank drew out his sword, and Bahram immediately pulled out the broken-angle evil star. Looking at the orange-red plasma light on the blade, the think tank was a little surprised.
"Isn't this a power sword?"
"Plasma Sword, the gift of the Great Vortex, don't worry, there is nothing like demons inside."
Hearing Bahram's seemingly suggestive words, the think tank moved instantly, and the sword in his hand attacked Bahram's abdomen, at an abnormal speed.
Bang!
The next second, his sword blade was swept away. The think tank was surprised that the opponent's strength immediately stabilized. He pretended to go left with his sword, but then turned the attack direction to the right and slashed Bahram from the oblique upward direction.
However, the other party swept across the violent blade like a beam of light without any effort, and the plasma sword struck his wrist.
In the flash of lightning, the think tank suddenly moved. Bahram's sword cut through only a residual image. Then, the think tank far away from the opponent raised its hand, and lightning flashed like a huge octopus raiding with its tentacles.
Under the influence of strong current and psychic energy, all images are instantly blurred.
But an amazing scene appeared. Bahram raised his sword to block the lightning. Then the think tank suddenly "stopped the fire". It was painful to bend down and grab the helmet with one hand. When he looked up, the other party's sword blade had already pressed against his throat.
Chapter completed!