Chapter 93 Challenging the Mother (Please Subscribe!)

Chapter 92 Challenging Mother (please order!)

Arcana is fighting.

He believed that he was born for this. Only in battle could he stay focused and adapt to this brand-new body faster.

call out!

The sharp and shrill whistling wind came from behind.

Arcana ducked down and dodged the blow, which was enough to knock a hole in his head, and then smashed his fist into the opponent's face with his backhand. Although he only used less than 50% of his strength, blood still spattered from the veteran's scarred face.

The veteran covered his cheeks and roared in his throat, his eyes burning with a beast-like red light.

But according to the rules, he could only choose to retire.

And Arcana, who had just become an Astartes, stood firmly in the center of the Duel Stone.

This huge piece of barite stone fills the entire space of the hall, and the burning charcoal brazier surrounds its towering edge, casting flickering light on its surface. The shadows of weapons and equipment drew staggered lines across the stone's perfect circumference.

Three stone sculptures protrude from the wall, like the prows of ships on the ancient oceans of Terra.

First blood means winning by leaving a wound on the opponent, second blood, third blood and so on. The meaning of extermination is that there will be no end to death, and only death is the end.

"Next--"

Any battle brother in the Ninth Legion understood this. Everyone raised their heads and looked in the direction of the sound. Sure enough, the archangel and her two descendants appeared above the duel stone. The angel with wings on his back walked down step by step.

"You saved my life, more than once."

Arcana opened his hands and waited for the next challenger.

She is too beautiful to be associated with war.

To be honest, this is not the first time Arcana has seen an angel, but when an angel stands in front of you alive, you will still be shocked by the magnificence. There is a divine and hazy glow flowing around her body. No matter from which angle you look at it, she is perfect. Just like the ultimate dream of mankind in the galaxy, she has an unreal beauty.

"You're right."

Every move he made was seen through. His movements were obviously so fast and precise, but he couldn't touch a corner of the angel's clothes. They moved around on the duel stone, and he tried to use the wind to judge the angel's movements, but to no avail.

Val's eyes rolled upward and his limbs were no longer struggling but twitching.

Before Arcana could finish her words, she was interrupted by Azkelon's angry roar.

Arcana turned a blind eye to the anger spreading on the Duel Stone, and just said to himself, "Growing up, I have never failed. Victory is a matter of course for me. I defeated my opponent when I was ten years old. Father. From now on, my only enemy is myself.

"You are making too much noise, and the power on the blade is not enough." Arcana said with a smile, "There is no need to hold back, and there is no need to be afraid of hurting me. Growing up, I have walked on the edge of life and death countless times. , survived numerous brutal blows.”

Everything has changed.

A few months ago, such an attack might have directly seriously injured or even decapitated him, but now it can only be regarded as commonplace. He tensed up and turned to the left to avoid the sword light. When the sword light swept across again, Arcana stretched out his hand.

Uh-huh!

Before the Sere brothers had time to react.

The archangel stood in front of him openly.

"But I will meet your request." The angel said, "Maybe you haven't been able to accept me or your brother. But I will still treat you as my son. No matter what, the mother cannot refuse a hard-working person. Upward son."

I continue to challenge myself every day for ten years.

He couldn't do it, all his attacks were easily dodged by the angel.

Finished.

Sanguinius said gently.

Arcana was satisfied to see traces of blood seeping from the opponent's forehead. He let go of the loser's limbs and casually stood up from the duel stone.

Even when he became an Astartes, he maintained a thin and tall figure. Under his pale skin full of suture marks, his strong muscles were knitted together, and he breathed with a breathtaking sense of power.

The first is Sanguinius, without armor and sword, wearing only simple robes; the other two are her descendants, both fully armed and holding a sharp blade. These three represent the Angel Storm: a duel of honor in which one warrior fights to defend Sanguinius while the other acts as the attacker.

He brought his fingers together and thrust forward.

A hard thump.

This hall was built for this very purpose.

Under the will of the Archangel.

He is no longer the warrior who is obsessed with the wind, but has become a young boy chasing the wind.

Fanatic roars rushed in from all directions like a tidal wave. Because of their anger, veins popped up on the foreheads of the soldiers of the Ninth Legion, as if they had turned into savage beasts that preyed on people.

"what are you saying--"

"They are not only my warriors, but also your blood relatives. I hope you can remember this." The smile on the archangel's face faded a little, and her tone became serious: "You are indeed gifted, maybe Stronger than Azkelon and Amit, but you have to understand that even those as strong as the original body in this world cannot complete a large-scale war on their own.

Finally, when Arcana's speed slowed down due to the rapid consumption of physical strength.

He picked up a long stick from the weapon rack and swung it vigorously. He was confident that he performed well, both in strength and speed, which were unprecedented. His movements were completely instinctive, because even his genetically modified and enhanced mind could not keep up with the speed of his movements.

Crack--

Then he stood up and nodded slightly to Arcana on the ring with a smile on his face, "I am very happy to see you like this, um... lively, it seems that your injuries have completely healed. This is something worth celebrating."

This should have been a measure to protect new recruits, but now it has become a chain that binds veterans.

"You were seriously injured at the time. We had no other choice but to use this method to pull you back from the abyss of dying." The angel had a trace of apology on his face, "I hope you can understand."

The veterans around the duel stone roared, and countless people were eager to try. The blood hidden in their genes was burning, revealing a touch of grandeur in the darkness. But just as the situation was developing in an uncontrollable direction, crisp footsteps came from behind the dark steel door on the second floor.

He held Val's hands and smashed his head on the other's forehead like a hammer.

The realm he had dreamed of was right in front of him. He could die in the evening after hearing the truth in the morning.

She nodded slightly and took off the silk robe draped over her shoulders, and Azkelon took the coat with the warmth of a mother in his arms. She continued to bend down and take off the sandals on her feet that were not suitable for strenuous exercise, and then she walked up to the duel stone step by step and stood in front of Akana.

A sharp sword light that shook the brazier came from behind.

"I was born to fight, and I will die in battle." Arcana said, "My enemies have cursed me with such words countless times, but I took it as a blessing and accepted it with pleasure."

"Your idea is good, but even for Astartes, life should not be all about war."

With a harsh friction sound, the unsharpened iron sword was grabbed by Arcana.

Swan-like graceful neck, radiant breasts, slender waist outlined by red metal chains, and round and slender legs. Although her body is much larger than that of ordinary people, even Astartes, and she is a well-deserved giant, the curves of her body still surpass the concept of beauty.

Arcana and the Val brothers wrestled together, and in a few rounds, they pressed each other under themselves.

No doubt.

"People say that the Primarch is the descendant of the Emperor, a god of war who conquered the galaxy, and possesses bravery that ordinary people can hardly imagine." Arcana's tone was filled with a burning desire to fight, "I hope to fight you and have the opportunity to face that ultimate power."

The crisp footsteps, there is no mistake.

He dodged and dodged on the gladiator stone, waving the long stick in his hand to feint or mislead, but it was all ineffective. He was panting, and sweat was pouring down his forehead. But Arcana's mouth curled up into a smile, and his eyes burst into a thousand-foot light.

Arkana bowed forward and then took a stance, "I will enjoy this battle, mother."

"What is it, why not tell me and see."

Her speed was too fast and the attack range was too wide. Even if Arcana predicted the landing point of the attack, there was no way to dodge it. He simply gave up and laughed, and then the laughter stopped abruptly in the violent collision.

When Arcana proposed to fight, these veterans immediately surrounded him excitedly, wanting to teach this ignorant new recruit a lesson. In order to avoid going too far, they set the rule that once a blood is taken, the brutal attack must be stopped as long as the person is injured.

The smile on the angel's face was more helpless, "I believe that in the future, when the light of the Emperor illuminates the dark galaxy, people will one day usher in an era of peace and development."

"No, it was you who saved my people from the water and fire."

But this is still not enough-

But similarly, Arcana will not ignore the amazing sense of power conveyed by that body shape. Even if she stood in front of him with a smile on her face and her muscles remained relaxed, she still exuded an insurmountable sense of power like a towering mountain.

But on the other hand, she appeared on this deep and dark duel stone, which seemed to be somewhat out of tune with the surrounding environment.

A light red scratch was left on the cheek of the Marek brothers, with only a few drops of blood seeping out of it, and the wound had scabbed and healed in a breath. The damage was not great, but the insult was extremely strong. Brother Marek roared angrily, and was then pulled down from the duel stone by other veterans who were gloating over the misfortune.

The soldiers of the Ninth Legion were forbidden to participate in the blood-killing competition within the team, but ordinary duels were allowed and encouraged.

The angel's counterattack came.

If the angel had not been standing here, Arcana would have been torn to pieces alive by these fanatical warriors.

This punch had shattered his breastplate, and he flew into the air with it. He groaned in anger and pain on the ground, and for a while he was unable to get up from the ground by his own strength.

Arcana spoke calmly, and the beard on both sides of his cheeks was dyed dark red by the fire.

He felt that his body was like a fallen leaf in autumn, carried by the wind, and flew into the air uncontrollably and flew far away.

Arkana lowered his head, paused for a moment, and then continued, "I will try to change myself in the future."

He believed he saw it.

"Yes."

Although he has not been an Astartes for a long time, he has already made great achievements and is one of the most elite warriors in Baal. Arcana dodged the attacks of the two brothers. He passed through the storm of swords, and his fist was as fast as a black light.

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"Who is next?"

"If it weren't for what you did on the Dark Eldar ship, this war would not end so easily."

After getting the angel's permission, Arcana attacked forward.

Arkana said indifferently.

Sanguinius could see the sincerity in his son's eyes.

Arkana knelt on the ground and said respectfully, "Everyone on Catachan owes you a favor, or even more, my lord."

"He may be holding back, but we won't!"

The arena that used to be full of excitement was now audible.

A gentle touch came from his shoulder, reminding him of lying on the soft grass in spring when he was a child, and the whole person was bathed in the warm sunshine. The wind blew from the distant stream, carrying a fresh and moist smell of soil, and set off ripples like waves on the grass more than a foot high.

Brother Val and Brother Cere roared and jumped onto the duel stone. They were from the Mesa tribe of Bawei II.

"Maybe, but for now we can't see such a dawn."

She first squatted beside Brother Val and Brother Cere and checked their injuries.

She is a beautiful woman.

Compared to victory, I need failure more. Your warriors can't give me what I want, but I know that you can definitely do it. So——"

Perhaps because of the subhuman genes, even though he inherited the gene seed of the Archangel, Arcana is not as handsome as other brothers. But he is still very good-looking when he smiles, with a kind of pure focus on one thing.

He looked at the angel.

We are a group, a common soul. You need to try to understand and accept your brothers, instead of being alone."

Arkana grinned, revealing two sharp fangs.

With a swift turn and kick, the long legs like a white python broke through the air.

He looked at the angel with burning eyes, "My lord, can I ask you a favor?"

All the warriors focused 120% of their attention on the ring in front of them. Even with their superhuman perception, they could not distinguish the movements of the Primarch and the Wind Chaser. They were like a storm, howling in, and then howling away at an incredible speed in the next moment.

Arcana replied, "Although I am a wild man in the jungle, I am not someone who does not know how to repay kindness. I cannot ask for more from you. I have learned from the preacher the responsibilities I should bear, and I will accept them willingly. I will hone myself in war and fire, and improve my martial arts until I become the sharpest blade in your hand."

But I can feel that I have reached a bottleneck and can no longer move forward.

Silence!

Angel Storm inherited the duel pit culture of the War Dog Corps, and its rules are also divided into one blood, two blood, three blood, and the most cruel absolute blood.

But it did not fall to the ground, but fell into the arms of its mother.

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