"You are meant to be a Septon Astartes, aren't you?"
Soshyan's voice was as cold as a piece of iron.
Both of them were hesitating, but Hao Mo obviously couldn't make a move. He took a step forward and protested:
"It shouldn't be like this! I've never heard of such a thing!"
But what he didn't expect was that when he left his back to his good brother, the other party suddenly took action.
"Dude, I'm sorry."
Vayu whispered, then rushed over and took out a short knife wrapped in a strip of cloth from his sleeve.
His movements were quite fast, completely inconsistent with his previous silly appearance, and even his voice was very soft when he ran.
This knife went directly to the back of Hao Mo's head.
But he still underestimated the skills of his big brother.
"Vayyu!?"
At the critical moment, Hao Mo turned around like lightning to avoid the blow.
The short knife was smashed in front of his face, the wind blew into his face, and he felt that his nose was cut open.
The warm liquid suddenly dripped to his lips.
After missing the target, Vayu howled and stabbed again, heading straight for his good friend's chest.
In anger, Hao Mo also drew out the serrated dagger on his waist and knocked the opponent away.
The two weapons struck together and made a crisp sound.
Then, they circled around each other like dancers, arching their backs and growling like wild dogs confronting each other.
The next second, they were fighting each other again, and the daggers kept tapping in response to their footsteps.
Hitting.
Soon, Hao Mo's knife scratched Vayu's right thigh, but the other party suppressed a cry and instead smashed his knife.
Xiang Haomo's forehead.
Hao Mo ducked sideways, but still received a blow on his shoulder. Fortunately, the blow was not very serious, and it only made half of his body red.
Then, he took a few steps back and raised his weapon in time to block another blow from Vayu.
Vayu gasped and took two steps back. He had expended too much energy in a short period of time. Although the injury on his thigh was not fatal, it would accelerate the loss of energy.
Out of his understanding of his elder brother, he knew that he must use his strength advantage to defeat Haoma as soon as possible, otherwise failure and death would be waiting for him.
But the only thing he didn't know was that in Soshiyang's eyes, he had already lost from the moment his initial sneak attack failed.
Haoma is undoubtedly the better warrior.
Regardless of the maintenance of physical strength or the rhythm of the attack, he is far stronger than Vayu. If it weren't for his soft-heartedness, Vayou would have been killed by the sword.
But now, Haoma's kindness has gradually worn away.
During the fight, Vayou's flaws were getting bigger and bigger.
Hao Mo saw an opportunity and grabbed it firmly. He thrust out the short sword with a strong thrust, then turned back to the right and slashed Vayu's wrist.
With a scream, Vayu let go of him
The injured hand still fell to the ground from the dagger.
Haoma turned around and came to the right side of the opponent. Now Vayu could only use one hand to resist awkwardly.
Then, the angry boy put away his dagger and kicked Vayu hard on the elbow and right arm with a roundhouse kick.
The sound of bones breaking sounded like the sound of two pieces of wood hitting each other.
"Ahhhh——!"
Vayu screamed in pain, his face turned gray from the pain.
But his screams were quickly interrupted. Haomo punched him in the face again, breaking his black teeth, and then kicked him in the chest.
Bile spurted out from Vayu's mouth along with blood.
He fell backward, then got up again, struggling for air.
Vayu walked around his friend like an enraged wolf.
"Idiot! Idiot! Why did you betray me! You actually wanted to kill me! Who pulled you out of the sand? Who pulled you out of the pile of dead people with nineteen cuts! Tell me!
!brute!"
Hao Mo's scolding voice contained not only anger, but also deep pain.
As a child from the slums, he grew up in a gang, and his only belief is brotherhood.
Before coming here, in his world view, brotherhood is greater than anything else, brotherly loyalty is everything, brothers should depend on each other for life and death, and have nothing to hide, all of which can even override blood relations.
So he always treated Vayou as a brother.
However, the belief he insisted on was torn apart by the angel at this moment, revealing the bloody truth.
The pain of this scar was far greater than his physical pain.
Faced with Hao Mo's roar, Vayou was speechless and could only kneel on the ground, holding his arm that was broken by the kick and coughing up blood.
"Now, get rid of him!"
At this time, Soshyan began to urge cruelly.
Subconsciously, Haoma's hand tightly grasped his knife again.
Just one poke and it would be over, he would win the battle, he would get everything he dreamed of.
He will become an angel, far away from the dirty and boring hive, and possess supreme power.
He will become a hero, prove those who underestimate him wrong, prove that he is so special.
He Will--
But, is the person who kills his brother really a hero?
"What are you hesitating about?"
Soshyan shouted:
"You are just one step away from joining the battle group! Kill him!"
Haoma lowered his head and looked at his knife, which was a gift he received after participating in the first gang war. These teenagers all used the knife in their hands to swear an oath in front of the emperor's icon to never abandon each other.
Suddenly, he felt that the knife was tainted - he actually considered the angel's request.
"I won't kill him."
Haoma took a deep breath and put the half-drawn knife back into the scabbard.
"What did you say?"
Soshyan took a step forward with a compelling momentum.
But the boy didn't flinch.
"I said, I won't kill him!"
He shouted angrily at the angel, completely ignoring the surprised looks from the people around him.
Soshyan shook his head.
"You gave up your chance to be a Space Marine, your chance to be a servant of the Emperor, your chance to be the greatest warrior in the galaxy, just for him?"
Astartes pointed at Vayu who was on the ground with tears streaming down his face.
"You are a fool! You don't deserve the gift that is about to be given to you. I only ask you for the last time whether you will kill him or not!"
"No."
Hao Mo simply threw the knife and scabbard aside this time, then straightened his chest and said:
"I could give up everything for him, because he helped me when I needed help, and he helped me when I didn't.
He became my friend when he was a friend. Even if he betrays me, it will only mean the end of our brotherhood. The debt between me and him has been paid! If this means that I am not qualified, I will
I don’t care, I won’t serve those who ask me to kill my own brother.”
Soshyan moved closer, and the boy couldn't help but take a step back.
"Think of the glory and power you could achieve."
Soshyan suddenly changed into a whisper, a voice full of temptation.
"It's a fair trade to exchange a humble life for these things, right? Think about it, he just betrayed you and wanted to kill you, so you don't need to have any moral burden at all."
"I'm not here for glory or power, I'm just here to prove myself."
Hao Mo replied calmly.
He felt that he had been cheated. He had experienced so much, suffered so much, and had such high expectations, but in the end it was a scam.
Angels are not as great, so righteous, and so glorious as legend says.
But what makes him most angry is that Vayu betrayed his brotherhood for his own benefit, which disappointed him far more than losing the election.
He hid all this in his heart and prepared to face his own death with dignity.