Stars for the good Warhammer

[Currently a new follower has joined: Murat]

[Occupation: Mechanical Sage]

[Faith Attribute: Stars]

[Task: Have at least one vassal with good development. 】

[Current status: Completed. 】

[A new ascension slot has been obtained. 】

【please choose】

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Located in the deep deck of the Ash Gu battleship, there is a core area called the [Inner Inner Ring], which is the most important strategic center of the Ash Alliance.

Before the Alliance decided on a capital city, all the facilities and precious collections that were vital to the Alliance, including clone factories and multiple biological laboratories, were placed there, and the strictest controls were imposed. Insurance.

At the same time, this is also the temporary residence of the Knights of Ashes. Twenty-one [Original Knights], including Michael, participate in daily training in this area called the [Inner Ring] by Otto. and learning.

At this moment, in the training ground known as the Iron Cage, two original knights wearing power armor were waiting in the auditorium separated by high-strength alloy guardrails with worried expressions, watching with serious faces what was about to happen in the field. The battle occurred.

It was their brother who was sitting in the training ground, Michael, the earliest born among the twenty-one knights and the most beloved by his father. At this time, he was shirtless in the iron cage, with almost no effective protection on his body. .

As the door of the training ground slowly opened, a sharp and ear-piercing roar first came from the dim cage in front of Michael. The next second, under the gaze of the three of them, a six-meter-tall man covered in The giant beast with thick carapace appeared in Michael's sight with heavy steps.

It was a terrifying creature called the [Insect Hive Tyrant]. Its huge size and the four bone blades it held in its hands made people feel intimidated just by looking at it. Such a situation could not help but make people outside the iron cage feel intimidated. Two brothers were worried.

However, seeing the monster appear, Michael still just stood there quietly holding the three-meter-long sword with one hand, and gave the other party a contemptuous look.

Soon, I saw the Hive Tyrant spreading its four arms. After observing it for a few seconds, the brutal Tyranid beast took the lead in launching an attack.

Driven by the exaggerated muscles, the heavily armored tyrant was like a tank at full speed, slashing four sharp bone blades in the direction of Michael at the same time.

In the midst of the lightning and flint, Michael quickly raised the giant sword in his hand and blocked the four bone blades that were cut off from his head to the extreme. The unreasonable brute force of the Hive Tyrant made him unable to help but cry out to him. Then exit a few steps.

However, he quickly stabilized his figure again. After using his superhuman reflexes to avoid another round of attacks from the monster, Michael found the right opportunity and used a beautiful strike amidst the screams of his position breaking down. The slash easily cut off one of the tyrant's arms.

But the monster seemed to be unable to feel the pain. In response, the Hive Tyrant, which had already fallen into a state of rage, turned around and slapped Michael hard on the waist with its steel whip-like tail.

This made him feel a burst of pain, and then Michael was greeted by another storm of attacks. Soon those sharp bone blades with jagged edges left several marks on Michael's body. Bloody wounds.

Seeing that the situation seemed a little bad, the two knights who were watching quickly drew out their weapons and tried to help. However, before they could take action, the suppressed Michael found the right opportunity to slam the weapon in his hand. The giant sword was raised upward.

The blade of the sword cleverly deflected the attack of the Hive Tyrant, and then stabbed forward suddenly. Before the bone blade in the opponent's hand was about to be chopped off, Michael, who had found the opportunity, took the lead and thrust the blade into it. The other person's chest.

Then, as if it was cathartic, the long sword kept slashing at the monster's body, until the huge body of the giant beast fell to the ground and became completely silent. Michael finally stopped what he was doing.

Just relying on the most primitive strength and familiar skills is enough to defeat such a powerful enemy. This should be something to be proud of.

However, as he stared at the hill-like body in front of him, Michael did not feel any emotion that could represent joy for his victory.

After an unknown amount of time, as the door to the training ground opened again, his two brothers came over with heavy hearts, only to hear one of them ask in a slightly worried tone.

"Your condition looks very bad. Is there something bothering you?"

After saying that, Michael slowly turned around. Under the gaze of the two brothers, the torn wounds on his chest and waist were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Raphael, I just don't understand what my father thinks of us."

While thinking, he cast his gaze on the young brother in front of him who was wearing power armor and slightly shorter than him, his tone full of confusion.

As the eldest brother, Michael knew that he should not show his weak side in front of his brothers. This obviously went against his image as a role model, but the strange emotion hidden deep in his heart still made him a little tolerant. He kept saying.

"Father gave us life, gave us strength and the ability to be a perfect warrior, but what exactly did he want from us?"

However, the moment the words fell, the insect nest tyrant who originally collapsed behind Michael suddenly jumped up again, trying to take the opportunity to launch a surprise attack on him.

But before it could get close, with the sound of gunshots, two more powerful bombs accurately blew off the Tyranid beast's head. Only then was the cunning creature truly dead.

The person who fired the gun was none other than Raphael. In less than a second, he, who was good at shooting weapons, completed a series of actions from drawing the gun to firing.

"I can understand your feelings. Everyone in the Knights wants to do something for their father, and they all want to be able to lead the legion to participate in the great expedition to conquer the stars."

"But my father must have his own considerations. Maybe it's just not the right time yet."

As he spoke, Raphael put the drawn bolt pistol back into the storage compartment of the powered armor on the thigh side.

After hearing this, Michael sighed helplessly.

"Don't you think so? We are more like a group of funny drama actors than soldiers now."