"Is this where your skills end? Nerd?" Farkus Kaibo was moving slowly.

The long sword in his hand was stuck. The moment Sula had to change his body shape, he lightly switched from his left hand to his right hand.

Effortlessness was a trait that this weapons master from the Great Crusade era displayed in front of Sulla.

What is even more dazzling and sharp than this trait is his fighting essence that is the same as all Luna Wolves, but more pure!

Simple and crude, but there is shrewdness and cunning hidden under this ugly appearance.

He is like a wolf, a wolf who lost his first wolf thousands of years ago, but still relies on the soul in his blood to instinctively pursue and imitate the first wolf!

Oh, no...he is no longer a wolf cub.

To Sulla, the current Farkuskebo is an out-and-out old wolf.

His experience is so rich, but his minions have not aged yet.

To Sulla, he was simply destined to suffer.

If he cannot be defeated, then this young extreme warrior will die in shame in this unknown world;

And if his life stops here, then all his ideals and visions will only come to nothing...

There must be a way, there must be hope...

Sulla felt his breathing and the weight of the sword, and his consciousness was focused like never before.

The perception of the world in his eyes and ears also slowed down at subtle moments.

The details of the confrontation between the two people were infinitely magnified in his eyes.

Just now, the change of Farkus's sword-wielding hand was replayed in his mind again.

"He has a weakness! And that weakness is where he is strongest!"

Sulla's pupils dilated slightly, and he focused on Farkus Kaibo's left arm, which was parasitized by the devil.

The left arm, which looked ferocious and was almost twice the size of the right arm, was secretly filled with black smoke due to the power of the Emperor's blessing... and was wailing!

"That's it!"

Sura was thinking silently in his heart, but the steps led by Farkus stopped firmly!

The young extreme warrior suddenly raised his head at a certain moment, then looked at the traitor in front of him with his lake-blue eyes, and said with a smile:

"I've seen through you."

"Have you seen through me?" Farkus looked in disbelief, but the strength of the sword in his right hand subconsciously increased by three points.

Was that Guilliman boy trying to trick him? Or did he really see something?

However, there was no chance for his train of thought to continue.

Sulla's posture was adjusting, and his pace also changed accordingly.

The angle of the heavy sword decorated with a double-headed golden eagle changed slightly in his hand, no longer obsessed with confrontation and defense.

And the free hand was no longer ready to parry, but instead began to move towards the leg as if nothing had happened.

What's next to the legs?

Farkus's eyes moved accordingly, and he saw the plasma pistol flashing with blue light.

When his eyes touched it, he suddenly felt an instinctive sense of crisis.

Farkus instantly found the opponent's thinking - when facing a heavily armored terminator, if the thin Mark series power armor wants to win, it must give full play to its inherent advantages!

Either it's the distance brought by flexibility, or it's the close shooting after the space is widened!

Originally, Farkus only focused on the former.

Because he was confident that once the battle started, this inexperienced cub would be led by his movements and fall into the rhythm he was most familiar with.

But after Sulla escaped from that fatal sword, the flavor of the battle changed.

The initiative that Farkus had firmly grasped from the moment of contact began to loosen slightly.

And it was this looseness that made him look at the cub in front of him, becoming even more dangerous and angry!

This is not good! The battle must end quickly!

There is not so much warmth in the Black Legion, and the members of his Chaos Warband are looking at him even more!

If it takes many twists and turns to capture this cub, then the Chaos Astartes behind him will definitely recognize his weakness, and then launch endless challenges to him like a pack of wolves!

"Have you had enough?" Farkus growled.

He gave up on the idea of ​​showing off his skills and ending the fight with a beautiful kill.

Then he strode forward, squeezing Sura's space with his long sword and heavy armor.

Sulla's originally adjusted posture seemed to be disturbed by this change.

When their swords crossed again, his free left hand had to assist in controlling the sword again.

Bah! Bah! Bah! Bah!

The heavy swords collided with dazzling sparks in the rapid slashing, and the positions of the two people also completely changed after some maneuvers.

Sura's steps were severely squeezed backward by the terrifying power of the Terminator.

And his blocking posture that almost reached the limit and broke at the touch of a finger also made Farkus determined to end the battle in his anxiety!

Now! Farkus completely gave up the control of the two-handed sword with his right hand, and instead used his left hand to support the sword at the end.

And at this moment, after seeing the opportunity he had been waiting for, Sulla immediately exerted his strength, ignoring the oncoming sword edge, and rushed towards Farkus's left wing!

Whoosh!

The long and narrow sword edge swept across with an electric light that decomposed the position, cutting out a cold light with ozone in the air.

But the place where Sulla's head should have been was empty. Only the helmet tassel that was cut off after he dwarfed forward was falling in the wind...

The old Farkus looked ahead in disbelief, and then realized it belatedly.

His enemy was out of frontal view, and the sound of breathing behind him showed that Sura's position was on the left rear where he least wanted to see it!

Retreat! You can only retreat!

Because taking advantage of the situation will inevitably increase the distance, and that gives Sulla the opportunity to take out the plasma pistol!

But how to withdraw?

The Terminator on him is already known for its strength. If he wants to wear this heavy armor and still have normal steps...

Go through the entire legion several times, something only the Warmaster himself can do!

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The sound of the sword tearing through the air made Farkus subconsciously raise his shoulders and shrink his neck.

And the heavy swords that were slashed off his shoulder armor made him just want a moment of respite during his embarrassing retreat!

But is it possible? How is it possible...

This was the moment that Sulla had been waiting for, and all his previous body language deceptions were just for this fleeting opportunity!

As a result, the black giant kept retreating to the right, and the nearly 1.5-meter-long epee was waving randomly in his hand.

From an overlooking perspective, he has fallen into embarrassing passivity and is constantly adjusting, drawing a ridiculous arc;

The blue giant was in hot pursuit, ignoring the enemy's weapons and constantly chasing the opponent's shoulders and neck to attack the vital points!

He is using a faster pace to bite the enemy's weak side tightly.

And that dense rain of swords is his expression of not giving the enemy any chance!

laugh!

Three breathless minutes passed like this.

And the battle that had turned ugly finally ended with Sulla's fatal blow.

He first destroyed Farkus's thick shoulder armor after several slashes, and after the shoulder armor no longer blocked his sight, his sword slashed randomly towards Farkus' power backpack.

It's over. The battle on Farkus's power armor has completely ended from the moment the emergency energy is used up.

Thick ceramic steel and fine gold were originally loyal partners who protected him through many wars;

But when all the electromagnetic muscle units were offline, the terrifying weight of this armor actually became an accomplice for the enemy to take whatever he wanted and kill him at will!

The war dog helmet with long tusks fell to the ground with the sound of the power sword chopping up the loot rack.

Until this moment, all the messengers of despair still did not say a word, only witnessing the fall of their leader, Farkus Kaibo, with cold and cruel eyes.

Huh...huh...huh...

Sura, who was standing on the sword pillar, raised his head with difficulty and looked around.

On the surrounding battlefield, there were not many comrades left standing.

But in the camp of the Chaos Astartes, there are new steps approaching.

"who is the next?"
To be continued...