Wiping the opponent's blood off his eyelids, Soshiyang lowered his arms, looked at the saber who was thrown off the stage with a little fun and turned over with bare teeth and tried to stand up with difficulty.
If he remembers correctly, this is the ninth member of the Sword Council.
Then there is only the last one left-
"Captain Soshyang Battle Team, I admit that you are indeed very powerful, stronger than any champion in the Battle Team's past..."
Eli Dazardon had a sharp look and stepped onto the gladiator cage step by step.
“…but we also have our pride.”
At this time, the ground of the Gladiator cage was already messed up with blood.
"Yes, I see your pride."
Soshyang raised his arm and signaled to the battlefield veterans who were knocked down by him.
Eli Dazardon, opposite him, swirled a sword flower, felt the weight of his sword blade, and activated his Storm Shield.
"No, that's not enough."
The next second, he rushed towards Soshiyang violently, full of anger, and used all his strength to launch a series of attacks.
Soshyan endured, using his sword and pace to weaken Eli Dazaton's offensive and rage.
"If you have this skill."
More than a dozen rounds later, Eli Dazardon broke through Soshiyan's defense, and the sword edge almost pierced his neck armor.
"Then maybe I should kill you like this."
But Soshiyang suddenly raised his arm and used huge force to swing the opponent's sword. Then he twisted his wrist and used the hilt to come to Eli Dazaton's forehead.
Eli Dazaton, whose forehead was broken, retreated back and a large ball of blood was sprinkled on the ground.
"My humility is not weakness."
Soshiyang's eyes narrowed.
"Brother Dazaton."
"We don't need mercy!"
Eli Dazaton responded with hissing:
"We are the Crimson Sword. No matter how rust and broken, it is still the Blade of Killing the Enemy... If you feel pity for us because of our current situation, then there is no need!"
"Yes, we are the tools of war, nothing else is... War is the reason for our birth, the reason for our survival, and the reason for our breathing."
"Then let go!"
Eli Dazardon launched an attack again, and the offensive became even more frantic and fierce. Soshyang rushed into the arc drawn by the sword. The long sword hit the opponent's hand holding the weapon, and then raised his knee and hit the opponent's abdomen.
In response, Eli Dazaton's hilt also came on Soshiyan's forehead, causing him to shed his first drop of blood today.
But his strength is indeed much worse than Soshyan.
After using the sword to hold the opponent's weapon, Soshiyang punched Eli Dazaton in the head again and again until his body softened and the sword fell to the ground.
In the end, Eli Dazaton was dumped off the stage.
The fourth company commander moaned and tried to get up, his face full of blood.
"You... have passed."
Eli Dazaton spits out a few words from his mouth of blood.
"Then I welcome everyone who is the Crimson Sword on behalf of the Astral Knight."
Soshiyan reached out and pulled the other party up, and then gave the other party an unexpected hug.
"We will fight side by side in the future, and I promise that the Crimson Sword will be reborn."
As they separated, Eli Dazaton looked at Soshyan with some anxiety.
"Then next..."
"I have my own arrangements next, but you have to leave this ship for the time being. I will hand it over to you intact, don't worry."
"I understand, follow everything... your commander."
Soshiyang smiled slightly and patted the other person on the shoulder.
"Okay, then pack your personal valuables and return to Eternal Loyalty with us. I have to take some time to introduce you to you."
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In the void of two parallel fleets, a luxury transporter shuts down the engine, and the magnetic traction of the Eternal Loyalty catches it as it enters the magnetic field range.
The transport plane trembled in the set magnetic field lines, like an ancient iron-armored sea ship crashing into the ice. For the Exploring Sage Dige Katona, he has experienced this feeling thousands of times and there is no discomfort.
Around him, gathered the main responsible people of the exploration fleet—including alien creature sages, alchemy sages, dominant sages, logical sages, etc., who were watching the landing, or trying to watch from a limited number of available observations.
"These Astartes have a very low understanding of diplomatic etiquette. They should have visited our ship."
A man suddenly complained that the ruling sage was dressed in his etiquette, which was very suitable for the majestic character of his master—the orange-red robe was bright, with a large piece of crimson on it—the size of the crimson area of the robe of the mechanical sage indicated his age and his rank and status in Reza.
The hexagonal star decoration on his body presents a satisfactory and counterintuitive asymmetry, and the oil on his appendage and facial shell is newly coated.
However, although these sages from different fields were trying their best to cover up their wear and tear completely, the monolayer was almost about to be ground into transparent where they placed the appendage joints and large shoulders.
Once the exploration fleet leaves its home planet, it needs to be self-sufficient, so everyone will try their best to save.
"Pull us into the cargo hold like scrap."
"They just fought a war, so they still remained in a state of fighting in their hearts, and being cautious is inevitable."
The logical sage who is proficient in human psychology speaks out and explains.
The other sages, founders and priests were not interested in this, but were just silent.
Soon, the transport plane made a heavy sound as it landed, and Dige Katona sent a neural command toward the landing gate. The landing gate fell with a harsh sound caused by hydraulic leakage and metal oxidation, accompanied by a painful clang hitting the deck.
The flight deck is brightly lit, and the working servants and servants can be seen everywhere, and the long lights make the simple metal edges eye-catching.
"It seems that the previous battle was not very intense, and the damage inside the hull showed extremely small."
A founder commented.
“But the lighting intensity is not at the best.”
"The servants' work efficiency is less than 60%, they are really wasting them."
"Stop your comments."
Dij Katona's words made all sounds disappear, and with a silent metal collision, the six minions walked down the springboard.
The technical servants wore knee-length orange-red hoodies, golden belts and laurels, and technically ornate yellow iron-scale armor. These outfits made the troops shine unintentionally, and the weapons they carried were also very compact. They were a double-barrel plasma gun. Although they could not fire continuously, their explosive firepower in a short period of time was very fierce.
According to the sage's instructions, their weapons insurances were locked, and the trigger and the gun barrel were tied with straps as an additional precaution.
Later, the wise men made a binary sound of arguing with each other and followed the slaves down.
Although they have tacit understanding of Dij Katona's excellence, they are still competing with each other continuously, and for them, the so-called etiquette is only a secondary consideration compared to gaining a stronger position in their internal competition.