Chapter 591

As soon as the blade feast was announced, all the soldiers restrained their excitement.

Soshyan stood on the regiment's viewing platform and looked at the main platform.

Then there were four roaring guns.

Before the giant disappeared, a flickering blue and white energy appeared out of thin air on the subjective podium, and then expanded into a glowing lightning sphere.

The tormented air molecules shriek, and the transmission effect distorts the laws of physics to the point of near collapse in the blink of an eye.

A second later, the violent glare and noise completely disappeared, leaving only 19 figures standing proudly.

Their bright and flawless bright yellow armor is decorated with black trim, and they are covered with badges and ribbons from head to foot. The crest on their chest is shining.

They are huge shadows that make all those who dare to look directly timid. Solid plate armor and blazing eyes are awesome and frightening.

On their shoulders, the pattern of the clenched iron fist was clearly visible.

The shape of these terminators is similar to that of Donne's close follower, the heskal guard, during the arrogant expedition.

Heskal guard is Donne's return to take charge. In the ten thousand year history of imperial fist, these hand bones are covered by names and heraldry, but there is still more space left blank.

Now, it will once again become the witness of the blade feast, symbolizing the presence of the plasma.

The soldier at the front of the team stepped forward. His armor was more luxurious than others. His body was covered with all kinds of honor chains and merit badges. A metal cloak made by Martian sages hung over his shoulder.

When the two sacred objects were in place, he pulled out a golden blaster pistol at his waist, held it high above his head, and then fired a shot into the sky.

The bullets roared out of the chamber with the deafening thunder. Before the shell fell on the marble under their feet, Dorn's children had shouted out the battle roar that their ancestors had howled on the battlefield.

"For the glory of you and the Lord of the earth!"

Before the roar died, the soldier put away his weapons, took off his helmet and let everyone see his face.

He is Vladimir pew, the current head of the fist fight of the Empire.

"Brothers! Blood relatives! After many years, we are reunited again. There are many old faces and many new faces here. We mourn for the dead warriors and cheer for the new soldiers! But whenever and wherever, we are the last high wall of the Empire! We will never give in, never retreat and never fail!!!!!"

After that, all the contestants were gathered together. They stood on the auxiliary podium at the second level of the main podium, with a pair of metal gloves in front of everyone.

This glove, also known as the pain cover, is an improved version of the original pain cover. It no longer needs to cover the whole body. Of course, the pain is no longer so extreme.

This kind of equipment was first born in the era of the great expedition. It is a unique battle group culture developed by imperial fist out of its addiction to overcoming pain and austerity and its imitation of the original.

The main function of pain set is to stimulate pain neurons and cause severe pain without causing any physical damage.

Its function is not only a simple means of punishment, but also a measure of negative strengthening and promoting positive spiritual value in a sense.

Therefore, this is also one of the ceremonies of the blade feast.

Participants will experience the pain experienced by the protoplasm in the past, endure the severe pain brought by the equipment on the basis of self-discipline, and recall Donne's glory, so as to improve the spiritual communication between them and the genetic protoplasm.

"Start!"

At the command of Vladimir pew, all the soldiers did not hesitate to put their hands into the set of pain.

The next second, their faces were almost twisted, but even so, they still had to breathe in pain and chant prayers with the priest.

"Pain is a ready-made panacea, a protection of damaged wounds, a source of immortality, a soul purifying weapon, a pot of hero's holy communion, a pain that is a panacea for the weak, a collection of essence of devotion, a distillation of life, a sublime flame of the golden spirit."

Some have experienced this, or the war regiment has participated in the blade feast before. They know that there is this rule, so they train in advance and basically don't seem too sad.

But for a novice like Ustad, it was fatal. The moment the gloves were activated, he almost fainted as soon as his eyes were dark.

More importantly, he doesn't have the gift of suffering like Empire fist!

In his life, he had never suffered such severe pain.

However, in order to defend the honor of the regiment, he could only bite his teeth and hard top, and soon the green veins on his forehead jumped up.

After thirty seconds in hell, Ustad finally breathed a sigh of relief as the gloves were closed.

At this time, his lips turned white, his hands and feet trembled slightly, and his whole body was soaked with sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

After the opening ceremony, it was the drawing of lots.

Each soldier went to the transparent box and took out a note from it, on which was written their opponent.

"How's it going?"

After Ustad returned to the viewing platform of the regiment, soshyan hurried forward and asked. Ustad's state looked a little bad.

"Okay -"

Ustad took a deep breath, took a bottle of energy agent from his comrades in arms nearby, and drank it all at once.

The undead blood may not have a strong ability to endure pain, but it has a strong ability to recover.

In just a moment, Ustad seemed to recover.

"Who is the opponent?"

"The champion of Dorn's hammer, Fabian barnega, a soldier who has served for more than 200 years, uses a war hammer."

Dorn's hammer is a relatively young regiment established in the early stage of M41. It is currently participating in the Achilles expedition.

"Are you confident?"

Ustad nodded.

Soshyan then smiled, patted the other party on the shoulder and said:

"Relax, I believe you, but don't use that power."

"Yes."

Soon, the budget competition officially began. It was divided into three batches, and Ustad was the second batch.

On the viewing platform, they watched the battles on different competitive platforms through a large-scale imaging instrument. Among them, the champions of the black holy church and the crimson fist impressed soshyang the most. These two old battle groups were also the main winners of the past champions.

During the beast war, the black temple had a huge contradiction with the fist of the Empire, so it didn't participate in the blade feast for a long time.

However, blood brothers could not be hostile to each other forever. From the beginning of M37 period, the Black Temple returned to the sequence of blade feast again.

From soshyan's point of view, the contestants of these two battle groups are the top experts, and even they are not sure of winning.

If we meet them, Ustad will have a greater chance of losing.

But he didn't expect to win the championship.

About half an hour later, when the last competitive platform decided the outcome, the first winners were born.

Then, it was time for Ustad to play. He had changed his training armour for the competition.

"Go, show your strength and give it a go!"

Nodding hard at soshyan, Ustad stepped down from the auditorium and walked towards his first opponent——