Chapter 484

"I'm afraid it's not your own strength that you can do this?"

So far, Huron has been careful not to let anger destroy his tone, but when he mentioned the group, his voice sounded as if it was saturated with poison.

"I'm curious. How much did you spend on those wild dogs of the eighth legion, commander soshyang?"

Looking at Huron's slightly angry look, soshyan actually needed to force himself not to show any pleasure.

Well, to be honest, he was happy.

"Buy? Do you think you need it? Maybe they just want me to cut off your head, or all your men expect so. After all, who likes to serve a half paralyzed leader?"

Soshyan's words made Huron smile again.

"Tut tut Tut, you are the most powerful Imperial war commander I have ever seen. If someone like you were on my side in badab, maybe I wouldn't need to do it. After all, your mouth can defeat those imperial bureaucrats."

Soshyan scoffed at this.

"Well, let me introduce my soldiers."

Huron said with irresistible arrogance, pointing his hand at the group of soldiers behind him.

But the scratch between the soles of soshyan's boots and the ground interrupted his speech.

"That's not necessary. I don't care about the names of your slaves. You asked to meet me. Now it's over. What are you going to say?"

This angered the red pirates. A soldier stepped forward and broke their unequal formation.

He was wearing a suit of purple and red armor, which looked very out of line.

"I am not a slave!"

He spat at soshyang.

"When we were fighting on the battlefield, you weren't even sperm, kid!"

Soshyan squinted and looked away from Huron.

"One of your dogs is crying. I think you should change a better whip to discipline them."

Huron ordered the soldier to return with a simple gesture. The soldier hesitated to obey.

"Would you like to enjoy the opening ceremony before formal negotiation?"

Soshyan didn't realize what the other party was talking about at first. He didn't know until Talos reminded him by communication. Huron refers to a popular ceremony between chaotic war gangs. Before war or diplomatic activities, let their war Gang champions duel alone.

In fact, this tradition also exists in the loyal astat War Regiment.

After all, for astat, prestige is everything, and there is no currency worth as much as prestige.

Soshyan intended to ridicule and reject the idea, but when sol spoke to him, he immediately nodded and agreed.

The Wailers didn't know what was going on. They hadn't entered the star castle yet. He had to wait a little longer.

"As you please, who will come out to fight the heroes hiding in your shadow?"

The soldier who spoke earlier immediately stepped out of the line, and Huron briefly introduced it.

His name was ulminsk. After the Horus rebellion, he was known by many war gangs in the name of swordsmen of the third Legion. He once owned a small war Gang, but he lost everything in a conflict. Finally, Huron took him in.

The strangled stars shone on his shining plastic steel armor, with many carefully decorated jewelry and exfoliated baby skin.

The swordsman's old helmet has a purple slit on the visor, from which a faint light is emitted.

Then, ulminsk pulled out a gorgeous power sword, which had the same metal tone as his armor, waved the sword to soshyan, and a delicate sound came from under the helmet grid visor with top decoration.

"Who is going to die?"

The soldiers behind soshyan immediately whispered.

They all wanted to participate in the duel, but when sol stepped forward, everyone stopped talking, because everyone knew that no swordsman among the star knights could be more deadly than him.

Sol was about to pull out his long sword, but soshyan's raised arm blocked his progress.

"I don't want to waste my strongest soldier's time yet."

Soshyan's tone was filled with contempt.

"Brother sharlos, isn't it?"

Despite his helmet, Talos winked in surprise at soshyan.

"Brother?"

Soshyan pointed to the tall figure standing in ulminsk.

"Kill him."

He has his own plan. Although sol must want to be a traitor, as a swordsman of the third legion, the other party will be aware of sol and his way in the fight.

At present, he does not intend to expose Sol's identity, let alone in front of the traitors.

Then there is only Talos. Other soldiers are not confident that they can defeat the chaos champion - almin is too young. Mark is better at field command and decision-making than a Dueler.

Sol's breath stopped by soshyan hid his whisper, which sounded a little dissatisfied.

He wanted to fight the duel and let the sword dye blood, but he was a rational man after all. He immediately understood soshyang's intention and obeyed the other party's will

So all the Knights of the star world focused on Talos.

"All right."

For this reason, Talos has no choice.

"Who is this?"

Huron looked at Talos out of the queue curiously. From the man's walking posture, he always felt something wrong.

Seems... Familiar?

"I am -"

"Charlos, the think tank of our regiment."

As soon as soshyan's words were uttered, Huron immediately made a surprised voice, as was ulminsk, but Talos felt like vomiting blood.

What is this? He felt whether soshyan was teasing him.

"In that case, add another rule. Witchcraft is not allowed."

Huron's smile was like a blade.

"Yes, speak with a sword."

Soshyan waved and calmly agreed. Talos was not sure whether the cheap war leader was going to kill with a knife.

The prophet went forward and drew out the power sword. The silver blade was dyed violet under the faint light of the overhead illumination ball.

When he saluted ulminsk, the swordsmen of the third Legion were silent.

As they approached, Huron suddenly said:

"Ulminsk has killed 54 soldiers with a sword in a one-on-one duel. How many have you killed, think tank?"

"Never."

Talos answered softly, and the red pirate burst into a burst of laughter.

Ulminsk, however, did not care. He quickly became powerful with a sword. The unformed devil's claw gently stroked his armor. On the mask made of purple gem on his chest, his eyeless eyes stared coldly.

The spirit of pain surrounded his own head, like a crown of bleak dark light.

"Please give me your advice."