Chapter 65

In the next two days, the interior of the spark was particularly calm. Although there was an emperor's son company commander on board ten thousand years ago, all the fighting brothers had understood it.

But before soshyan stated his position, they could only keep their thoughts in mind.

It is still daily training and prayer, but in this mechanical and boring life, many more combat brothers go to the archives to check information than in the past.

Soshyan certainly knows why everyone has become "fond of reading".

However, he had no better way but to wait.

During this time, sol stayed in his cabin. He never went out or let anyone in, not even the flight attendant.

Finally, when the timer jumped to the standard Tara time, sol, who was a little depressed, almost fell down with a shake of his hand after seeing the first line of text.

When there were more and more words, the expression on his face became more and more complex, and his eyebrows were crowded together.

During this process, no one spoke. There was a dead silence around the archives. Only the slight buzzing of the servo skull proved that the time here was still flowing.

Until ten minutes later, sol closed the brass ball.

"You..."

He glanced at soshyan and Friar said, hesitated for a long time, but he didn't know what to say.

"You must have got the answer."

Friar said took back the brass ball, and the sound in the speaker became low.

"You've come into contact with a secret that even the primitives have to forget, commander sol."

"I have also thought about what happened to the two lost legions."

Sol took a deep breath and calmed his tumbling mood.

"But I never thought that one day I would encounter the survivors and descendants of the vanishing Legion. To be honest, I regret it. These memories are not good."

"You already know."

Friar Sid's shriveled laughter echoed in the archives.

"Can't go back."

Sol shook his head.

"Not so."

"Oh?"

"I am not sure of the authenticity of what you have said. Your plan is more like a conspiracy than a plan. The eagle of death may no longer exist, but this does not mean that we give up fighting against the enemy of the emperor, no matter what the situation."

As he spoke, sol glanced at soshyan, and his suspicious eyes hurt him deeply.

"No!"

Soshyan clenched his armour, then untied Sol's sword from his waist and hit it on the table.

"If you doubt our loyalty, use the sword to solve it! If you defeat me, you can go wherever you want."

"OK."

Sol picked up the sword on the table very decisively.

A duel broke out. The soldiers who received the news quickly concentrated on the training ground. They didn't know what had happened.

However, the duel between the two soldiers will not end because of doubt. When the crowd gathered, soshyan and sol had stood on the metal challenge arena, took off their power armor and put on their training clothes.

Sol faced soshyan sideways, raised his sword with his right hand and entered the battle in a very freehand posture.

Soshyan held his sword in both hands, held it on his right shoulder and slowly approached his opponent.

The vault of the training ground suddenly seemed very quiet. The two soldiers surrounded each other to find flaws in each other's defense.

There's nothing to say. All this can only end in blood.

Without warning, soshyan pounced on sol and stabbed forward with Shengyan's sword, trying to take advantage of the length of the weapon to strike first.

But when he launched the attack, sol had expected his action.

The emperor's son flashed to one side, waved the hilt down and clapped Shengyan's sword away from his face.

Then sol leaned down, avoided soshyan, turned and waved a sword at his head.

Shengyan's sword only cut into the air. The next second, sol hit soshyang's side with his elbow and beat him staggering back a few steps.

"Well..."

After soshyan stood firm, he expected the other party to fight back immediately and hurried to distance himself from his opponent, but sol just smiled and walked around him lightly.

When soshyang judged the direction of the other party's attack, the other party suddenly took a step and rushed. The long sword stabbed soshyang's abdomen like a attacking poisonous snake.

Soshyan blocked the blow, turned his wrist, pressed his sword on Sol's blade and waved it to his neck.

But the veteran ten thousand years ago once again expected this move and quickly avoided his attack.

Seeing that there was a big gap in sword skills between the two sides, soshyan could only drive the gray pulp in his body again.

"Huh?"

Feeling the deep cold from the soul, sore's eyes narrowed, and seemed to know what had happened to Sosyan. Then he adjusted his posture, the sword pointed downward, and the blade slanted toward Sosyan.

Take a deep breath and feel the cold running in the blood. Soshyang suddenly launched a counterattack.

Shengyan sword then forced sol to retreat step by step in a flash of steel vortex.

"A soldier should not rely too much on his own strength."

Sol shook his head, parried a sharp stab to his lower abdomen, then turned his body and leaned out a lightning counterattack to his opponent.

The blow was very tricky and almost impossible.

Soshyan saw the blade stabbing at him through the air and tried to avoid back, but he still felt the blade bite into his body in a stabbing pain.

The other side mastered the strength properly, but pierced the training clothes and his skin.

Soshyan quickly retreated, and the blood flowed along the hem of the training suit. Then the cold in the blood helped him shield the pain.

His opponent pressed up with a disappointed expression.

"If this is your highest level, soshyan, you might as well give up now."

"I was just about to say that to you, sol."

Sosh gasped and raised his sword again.