Chapter 127 The End and the Promise
"Sinner! Your trial time has come!"
This is the voice that Jutus heard when he rushed from the back of the bridge, more than a hundred meters away from the arch of the bridge.
"No!"
He rushed into the battlefield as fast as he could, barely seeing the moment when Calvin grabbed Erlanti's throat with one hand and lifted him up in the air to execute him.
"Stop!" He shouted loudly, and threw the power sword at his waist at Calvin with all his strength while running.
But can this really save Erlanti's life? In fact, it is impossible.
Calvin could easily block the flying weapon with the "mission" on his free left hand.
Then, in Jutus's desperate eyes, he gently retracted his right hand, and Erlanti's fragile mortal body would be torn into pieces under his lightning claws that had not even activated the decomposition force field.
But Calvin did not do that.
In order to ensure that Jutus, who was also on his must-kill list, would not turn around and run away in despair when he saw that things were impossible.
He had to give Yutas a reason, a reason to stay. A reason like Erlanti, which could be crushed to death at any time, looked good.
Calvin released his lightning claws and threw Erlanti in his hand to his comrades behind him.
He controlled his pace with a slow and rhythmic rhythm, and walked towards Yutas step by step.
When passing by the exquisite power sword that fell on the floor, Calvin's heavy boots picked it up with a light gesture after stepping on it, and then kicked it towards Yutas who was also walking in the front.
No communication, no begging for mercy; no questioning, no doubt.
The two people in the center of the bridge understood the crux of the matter at this time. The language was so frivolous at this moment. Only the clear killing intention between the two told both parties:
Before any of them fell, there was no other possibility here.
Some of the Grey Knights who had finished their work also began to gather around, but Sergeant Alexi stopped them.
He neither understood the rough fate of Jutus nor was he very clear about his crimes.
But at this moment, he had absolute confidence in Calvin and did not want to stop the captain of the Astartes from exercising his right to die gloriously in battle.
Cold weapon duels often did not have the long confrontations of the later hot war era. People often had a split second encounter that determined their life and death.
Jutus was certainly not weak, but unfortunately Calvin was no longer the man who had just become an Astartes ten years ago.
Before the fight, just based on their size, Jutus had a premonition of his own defeat;
After the fight, this premonition was once again confirmed by the cruel reality.
The speed of the two figures wielding their weapons was far beyond the visual limit of mortals, but in the eyes of the Grey Knights watching the fight, there was still a clear gap.
In one second, Jutus struck eight times, which was a proof of his strength as a leader among the Astartes; but Calvin struck twelve times.
Yutas had already exerted his ultimate potential, and this could even be said to be the battle he was most satisfied with in his life.
But he still inevitably went to failure.
He naturally had the advantage in experience, and several center of gravity induction and deceptions were close to success.
But what Yutas couldn't understand was the opponent's martial arts and body shape.
The former reflected his terrible understanding of Astartes armor and human body structure. He seemed to have clearly known the boundaries of the movements caused by these structures in countless battles, but he abnormally had no corresponding experience;
The latter made him even more terrified. The opponent's unparalleled strength and speed that had exceeded his reaction limit made him almost think that he was competing face to face with his genetic father.
He was confused and sober.
He was confused because the two-second battle had made him lose the ability to think, and he was just resisting Calvin's attack by instinct;
He was sober, and he knew clearly that even with such obvious one-sided suppression, the opponent's pace that never lost its rhythm, like the high-pitched but relaxed tremolo when the singer sang, proved that Calvin actually held back in such a fierce battle.
The fine power sword had lost its most core decomposition position in the high-frequency confrontation. The terrifying weight and inertial potential energy of "Mission" made it unsustainable after only three strikes.
The next blow made it, like its owner, go to the fate of being broken.
The power glove on Yutas' left hand also resisted twice, but it was no longer relevant to the overall situation.
Defeat was inevitable after all. When all the weapons in his hands were broken, Calvin's execution of him came as promised.
The last moment, Calvin's war hammer was close to his body, but he was dodged when he leaned back to the limit, and the price was that the helmet that was rubbed flew out.
Before he could rejoice, the lightning claw hidden behind the hammer of his left hand grabbed at his chest.
When Jutas saw this scene, he finally closed his eyes in resignation.
The psychic position on the lightning claw was deliberately cancelled by Calvin. In Calvin's opinion, the remaining decomposition position was enough to complete its mission.
He didn't want this captain with a story to die silently. Under the decomposition position, the other party at least had a chance to explain his last words.
Buzz! Puff!
The Terminator's force field shield resisted desperately, and the sound of the lightning claw piercing the ceramic steel armor after it failed was almost heard throughout the venue at the same time.
Calvin raised his right hand silently, and on his four fingers, hung the slack body of Jutus.
The fragments of internal organs and blood were overflowing from his mouth. After he opened his lifeless eyes, he looked blankly at the unfamiliar things around him.
The blurred vision finally locked on the figure sitting on the ground. Only a few dozen meters away from the arch, the once noble demon judge Erlanti sat there hunched over like a soul, without any reaction to anything around him.
"Go...ah! Go...ah!"
Jutus muttered incoherently, and blood mixed with the fragments of the lungs flowed out of his body like life.
But he seemed to still want to struggle, and wanted to use his last remaining strength to drag the pace of the demigod in front of him.
The surrounding gray knights silently put down their weapons. In such a scene, it was difficult for them, who were also Astartes, not to think of themselves.
Calvin did the same. He spoke in the suffocating silence and made a promise that restored the light in Jutus' eyes.
His heavy voice, in the most formal High Gothic language among Astartes, resounded throughout the bridge:
"In the name of the Emperor, your sins started with you and will end with you. I, Calvin, the arbitrator of the Holy Hammer Order, promise you. I will not hold your company accountable for its crimes and will preserve the fate of your company's seed."
"One... one word?"
There was hope in Jutus' voice again. He raised his head with difficulty and looked at the young but sacred face opposite him.
At this moment, Jutus was finally no longer the cold tyrant full of utilitarianism and calculation. The light in his eyes seemed to have returned to the innocence when he just joined the army 400 years ago.
"One word is a deal!" Calvin, who had already made up his mind, responded cleanly and decisively to this dying expectation.
And after hearing this promise that he heard last and most wanted to hear, Jutus finally left this cruel world with relief.
Imperial calendar 713.M39, above the orbit of the Feldman system, on the bridge of the Heart of Honor.
This son of Angron who inherited the gene seed of the World Eaters. Captain Yutas of the Third Company of the Malice Warriors Chapter has passed away.
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