Chapter 233 "Hey! Man, We Are Brothers Now!"

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Riemann was a little confused when he saw a group of Grunts kneeling and bowing to him just after completing the transmission.

He knew the racial characteristics of the Grunts, and also knew the conflicts and disputes between the Jiralhanae and the Sangheili/elites, but seeing the situation in front of him...

Riemann reacted instantly. Could it be that they regarded him and the Thunder Warriors as pioneers? ?

After sorting out the clues, Riemann did not show any hostile actions for the time being, but slightly turned his head and looked at the Jiralhanae and the two jackals who were stunned on the spot.

"Wow!"

Although Riemann's helmet mask was closed, the faint red light revealed by the eye monitor made the two jackals feel more terrified, and the chill of falling into an ice cellar spread all over their bodies in an instant.

This made the two of them kneel on the grass and kneel down devoutly like the Grunts, fearing that they would anger the "god".

"Roar..."

On the contrary, the captain of the Jiralhanae, whose height was not much different from that of the Thunder Warrior, narrowed his eyes and roared in doubt.

It also had fear, but the Star Alliance had explored countless Forerunner ruins and had never found a living Forerunner.

The Prophet Clan, who led the Star Alliance, was told that the gods had already ascended to a higher dimension when the Jiralhanae joined the Star Alliance. If they wanted to follow the footsteps of the gods, they had to embark on a difficult pilgrimage.

So the Jiralhanae had reason to suspect that the twenty-one giants in front of them were not gods, but other "giant" races.

"Ugly thing, you won't kneel?!"

However, before the Jiralhanae gave the order to force the Grunts and the Jackals to stand up and prepare for battle, Riemann shouted sternly through the external speaker function of the helmet:

"I am a human! I am the returnee designated by your gods!"

Anyway, Riemann was sure that the other party could not understand what he was saying, but he must not be weak in momentum.

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Sure enough, after being yelled at by Riemann, the Jirabun looked a little confused and didn't know what to do.

And with the subtle psychic impact in Riemann's roar, the Jirabun actually had the idea of ​​retreating and running away.

Yee yee!

At this moment, a combat team that received the call for help arrived at the scene first.

"Ah?"

And the elite (Sangheili) with a higher military rank and red power armor made a confused voice.

"Ah! Ah ah!!"

Then, it turned its head to look at the Jirabun that was stunned in the same place, and roared in anger, speaking the official language of the Star Alliance that Riemann couldn't understand.

"Roar..."

The Jirabun, who was scolded, had a fierce look on his face, but he had to obey the red-armored elite, chose to kneel on one knee, and prepared to briefly report the current situation.

But before the Jirabun finished speaking, another group of Star Alliance troops composed of pure Jirabun came.

Moreover, this group of Jiralhanae were well-equipped, and their armor was mainly red and yellow. If compared with the military ranks used by humans, they were equivalent to senior non-commissioned officers and lieutenants.

In addition, the Jiralhanae in the lead was extremely sturdy, only about 30 centimeters shorter than Riemann, and about 3.2 meters tall.

On its orange-yellow painted armor, there were various exquisite carvings and decorations, and the left shoulder armor was enlarged and widened, and a huge hammer was held in the right hand.

It seemed that this big guy should be the commander who was rejected by the captain of the golden armor and was responsible for commanding the Jiralhanae.

After it found that its subordinates were servile, it walked forward in anger, used the hammer to forcefully push away the red armor elite, and roared:

"Yal! Gjunl Kangji, Watt Duqu?!"

(Get out! What qualifications do you, a lieutenant, have to teach my people a lesson?!)"

"Ah! "

The red-armored elite who was pushed away by brute force became even more angry, and even raised the plasma submachine gun in his hand and pointed it at the commander-in-chief of the ghost-faced beast.

Seeing the situation between the two sides was tense-

"Hey! I don't care whether you can understand it or not, but you have two choices, one, take me to see your supreme commander, two, I asked you to take me to see it. "

Riemann also joined the dispute and put his right hand on the scabbard at his waist.

And with his joining, the commander-in-chief of the ghost-faced beast shifted his attention.

However, the language barrier caused the three parties to fall into a stalemate again.

"..."

But Riemann under the helmet was thoughtful.

His father once told him that the ideological values ​​of the ghost-faced beasts were contrary to those of humans, and it was almost impossible for the group of beasts to be assimilated by the company's philosophy.

And the elites are the main target that Atlas needs to consider winning over.

In conjunction with witnessing with his own eyes that the contradiction between the ghost-faced beasts and the elites has risen to the stage of armed confrontation, then...

It is better for him to intensify the conflict between the ghost-faced beasts and the elites and ignite the conflict between the Star Alliance in advance civil war, and save his father from a lot of trouble.

So Riemann walked slowly forward in full view of the crowd, then raised his left hand and gave a thumbs up to the red-armored elite.

Then;

Clang - the sword of winter was instantly unsheathed.

Bang - the energy shield was shattered by the tyrannical force.

Screech - the sharp blade easily cut off the arm.

From the perspective of the red-armored elite, Riemann made an incomprehensible gesture to it, and the next second, the right hand of the commander-in-chief of the ghost-faced beast fell to the ground.

And Riemann, the instigator, has gone from empty-handed to holding a sword in his right hand.

This...

What happened? !

The red-armored elite did not see the process of Riemann drawing the sword and slashing, but the result was in front of him.

"Ouch...Ouch!!!"

The Jiralhanae commander who lost his arm howled in pain, then used his good left hand to cover the bleeding wound, looked at Riemann and said loudly:

“kuwa! kuwayi!!

(Kill! Kill him!!)"

Hearing this, all the Jiralhanae present immediately pointed their fingers at Riemann and the Thunder Warriors who stood still.

"Hahaha! Although I don't understand what you are saying, this is what you are waiting for!"

Riemann laughed loudly, and then used a speed that only the Thunder Warriors could barely capture, directly cutting the commander's head into two pieces, and rushed into the Jiralhanae's line first.

Then--

Bang! !

Chi! !

puff! !

In just a few seconds, all the Jiralhanae present were slaughtered by Riemann alone.

The Jiralhanae was either slashed by the Sword of Winter, or had its head smashed open and its chest pierced by the Iron Fist.

Yes, Jiralhanae are generally a little taller than Thunder Warriors. They also have extremely strong physical fitness and reaction speed. In hand-to-hand combat, elites can only rely on flexible movement and faster speed to seize the opportunity. Take the initiative.

It's a pity that the Primarch is not in the comparison category. No matter how fast or powerful it is, in Riemann's eyes, it is like a slow-motion and tiny ant.

"ah!!"

When Riemann stood among the Jiralhanae corpses, the Grunts who had regained consciousness fled in all directions, and the Jackals followed them silently and ran away from the scene.

Only the red-armored elite stayed where they were, still trying to understand why Riemann suddenly rose up.

But what I have to say is that Riemann did help the Jiralhanae take out its bad breath by killing its commander.

At this time, the red-armored elite saw Riemann walking towards it quickly, and wanted to shoot.

However, Riemann easily crushed the plasma submachine gun with the index finger and thumb of his left hand, put Han Dong back into the scabbard, freed his right hand and put it on the shoulder of the red-armored elite like a child, and said boldly:

"Hey! Man, we are buddies now! Don't worry, I will only kill those furry ugly orangutans (Jiralhanae) until I get to your commander!"