The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 However, this should be a training battle in principle, and turned into a **** battle.

　　 But it didn't stop, because Soshyan never said a word.

　　 "hiss..."

　　 Falzad's head shook, and his gleaming eyes gradually became dull.

　　 Before he recovered, Almin staggered with a storm of fists, and he was directly beaten to his knees when the world was spinning.

　　 Suddenly, a wave of praise, shouting, and laughter resounded throughout the training room.

　　 These sounds moved across the railings and reflected on the roof, causing the entire compartment to oscillate with echoes. The recruits were thrilled by the fierce battle.

　　 This noisy sound is so loud that it makes the chaotic footsteps of the servants around me blurry.

　　Almin was still attacking, and before Soshyan came over to separate them, he gave his opponent an uppercut that was enough to break the bones.

　　 His style is completely different from that of Falzad. He does not play with his opponents, but completely defeats him when he has the opportunity. This is what Soshyan hopes to see.

　　In actual combat, Armin, who is relatively weak, can live longer than Farzad.

"enough."

　　 Soshyan roared in a low voice, pulled Armin up from the staggering Falzad, and threw it back to the other end of the room.

　　 Even if he didn't wear power armor, Soshyan was far stronger than any of them, let alone he is still wearing it.

　　 "This is an equipment training, not a fight!"

　　 When Almin struggled to get up, Soshyan had lifted Farzad up against the wall, and the yelling recruits had also silenced.

　　 At this time, Almin felt pain all over his body, and blood dripped from his broken forehead, drawing a hot trajectory.

　　 He feels exhausted, his whole body hurts, like being severely injured, but he feels great.

　　 Farzad on the other side already had some consciousness, although he was still drooping his head, his eyes blurred.

　　 "This is so stupid!"

　　 Soshyang is still roaring.

　　 "Do you new people want me to use a beating to eliminate your stupidity! Your performance makes me very dissatisfied! If you are on the battlefield, you will die very quickly! And it is a shame to die!"

　　 "Team commander, we will strengthen training."

　　 It was Ustad, the third team leader, who looked slightly mediocre compared to the first two team leaders. The only reason Soshyan chose him was that he served 10 years earlier than most recruits.

　　 "I...I can still fight."

　　 Speaking, Farzad leaned against the wall as if drunk, and said slowly.

　　Almin smiled and limped towards his opponent. Soshyang slapped the wall hard after seeing that they were the same.

　　 "Take care of yourself! Next time I want to see a more mature fight, so you must train hard!"

　　 After speaking, Soshyang strode out of the training room, threw the mess to the three team leaders, and left by himself.

　　 Before Farzad fell to the ground again, Almin grabbed him and picked him up hastily.

　　 "As I said, it's fast enough to deal with you."

　　 Looking at the same blood-filled face in front of him, Falzad's vision finally ceased to be blurred, and the blood gushing from the wound had long since condensed and turned black.

　　 Although he was reluctant, he had to admit that he did lose, because of his carelessness and arrogance.

　　 He will write down this lesson.

　　 "Just this time, my brother,"

　　Falzad grinned laboriously, showing a row of teeth soaked in blood.

　　 "The following is not an example."

　　Almin also let out a deep, cheerful laugh, and then the two fighters clasped their right fists, and their bruised fingers were firmly clasped together.

　　Bleeding is not a bad thing. The resentment of being driven away from the monastery fortress and the mother star has been suppressed in their hearts. A hearty fight can release this pressure.

　　 Maybe they will still be competitors in the future, but in the confluence of sweat and blood, they also experience the precious brotherhood, after all, they control the future of the battle group.

　　 After hearing the laughter in the training room, Soshyang sighed secretly, at least things are going well.

　　 After leaving the training room, Soshyang came to the temporary armory built on the upper deck, and the servants at the door gave up a road when he approached.

When the heavy gate opened, Soshyang’s eyes were greeted with polished blaster guns on the weapon racks. These were stocks in the armory of the former fortress, and some of them were the weapons of the fallen fighters of the World Engine Campaign. This part of the weapon is being overhauled and maintained.

　　Higher behind the weapon rack, there is a rack for storing power armor. A considerable part of it is broken and worn. These are also recovered power armor and need to be repaired and assembled.

　　 And all this fell on the shoulders of Rico Rodris alone.

　　 Soshyang crossed the weapon rack and came to the depths of the armory, where a red figure was walking around a giant, and the servo arm flashed a burst of electric sparks on the giant from time to time.

　　 seemed to perceive someone approaching, the voice raised his waist and turned his head.

　　 "Team commander, you are here."

"How."

　　 Soshyang pointed to the big guy and asked with a heavy tone.

It was a terminator armor, an iron cavalry type. It was the one that Follow wore before. The extreme fighters found it from the ruins. Although it was broken ~www.NovelMTL.com~, it was still transferred to Sosh. Young, along with it are the remains of three other Terminators.

　　 Rico Rodris glanced back, and then his servo arm was on the Terminator’s abdomen, his right leg, and his left chest had already been clicked.

　　 "Although the damage is serious, the key servo system has not been damaged. This is the only thing to be thankful for, and the position generator is also intact."

　　 Soshyan could see that where he touched, those armor plates were newly connected.

"I replaced part of the metal fiber muscles and a small amount of transmission. These were removed from the other three. Their servo systems have been severely damaged. There is not much repair value... at least my current Ability cannot be repaired."

　　Speaking, Rico Rogers sighed.

　　 "I hope my rough craftsmanship does not anger the machine soul."

　　 "You have done a good job."

　　 Soshyang stepped forward, looked at the Terminator who could see the obvious signs of repair, and recalled the sacrificed soldier.

　　 "Team commander, do you want to try it? It's available now."

　　 Rogers said, pressing a button on the side, and the Terminator's eyepiece flashed immediately, and then there was a buzzing sound of server activation.

　　 "No, I am not worthy to control it now."

　　 Soshyang shook his head. It is not that he is humble, but that the Terminator is not like a power armor. As long as he has a black carapace transplanted, he can move freely.

　　 In fact, if you want to wear a terminator, you have to receive special training first, otherwise even the action will be a problem.

　　 Soshyan has not received any Terminator training, so he will not try it. After all, this is the only Terminator armor in the battle group.