Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 103 Duel of Honor
The news of Thierry Vieira's challenge to Cezac spread like a whirlwind throughout the 11th Legion and the reformed Vostroyan warriors.

When the company commander heard the news, his eyes were filled with anger.

A warrior who had just completed his transformation, without using the power of Astartes and being tempered in the flames of war, actually dared to challenge himself who had been through hundreds of battles. He was really overestimating his own abilities.

"Tell him I accept his challenge."

"Don't accuse me of bullying him. I'll give him five days to prepare."

"Here beneath the Primarch's Nest Tower, I will show him what it means to be a true Astartes."

Sesak said confidently that he did not take Thierry's challenge seriously, but this overconfident challenger was the Primarch's confidant, and perhaps he could take this opportunity to prove himself in front of the Father of Genes.

Five stellar days later, before the decisive battle between the two began, a group of warriors in red armor appeared in the Nest Tower.

Sesak, the guards he led, and several company commanders who came to watch the battle immediately recognized that the patterns on their shoulder armor were familiar. They were the same legion emblems painted on their armor before welcoming back the Father of Genes.

A moment later, Nimrod sat on the throne, with thirty-three swords behind him each holding a crown.

He tapped his fingers on the back of his chair and looked at the genetic offspring in front of him.

"Are you from Terra?"

"Father."

A red-armored warrior with a power sword on his waist and a bolter on his back, who had earned the qualification to represent his battle brothers through his strength on the way here, spoke.

"We all come from various hives in the Asian region and completed our ascension on the moon."

"According to our results, we were assigned to the 11th Legion."

The instructors at the training base will organize every 500 Astartes into a training team and provide them with further training.

Pass training assessments in multiple subjects such as grenade shooting and swordsmanship, and be ranked according to results.

The top twenty-five will be sent to the Sixteenth Legion to serve under the Emperor's First Son, the Primarch of the Luna Wolves.

The remaining Astartes were randomly assigned to the various legions until Nimrod's return.

Each training team from the 26th to the 50th will be assigned to the 11th Legion.

"How many of you are there?"

"Father, there are three hundred and fifty battle-brothers in total. We have been ordered to come to Vostronia to report to you."

Nimrod noticed that one of his descendants had medical equipment hanging from his left arm, and was obviously a pharmacist.

He raised his hand and pointed, "Are you a pharmacist?"

"Yes, father, I received pharmacist training in the genetic laboratory on the moon and passed the examination."

The pharmacist with long black hair answered excitedly. When he first met the Father of Genes, he felt a close connection with the Primarch.

"How many pharmacists are there? What about interns?"

"Father, besides me, there are five other pharmacists."

"There are seventeen trainee pharmacists, and fifty-two attendants capable of performing surgeries."

The pharmacist had guessed that the reason the Father of Genes asked him was to perform transformation surgery on the candidate.

When they were selected into the XIth Legion, the bonuses provided by gene-seed recovery and transformation surgery as additional items were enhanced, and it was obvious that their role in the expansion of the Legion was valued.

Ninglu tapped the back of the chair twice with his fingers, thinking secretly in his heart.

[Although these Terran veterans were also trained as combat tools, they have not yet been tainted by the Reapers' bloodthirsty and murderous habits, making them more susceptible to change.]
Thinking of this, he began to speak.

"You go back first, and the technical sergeant will repaint the armor according to the legion's emblem."

"Before I give the order, you can familiarize yourself with the home world, but do not disrupt the local order."

Hearing Nimrod's serious warning, his sons all responded in unison. Watching their departing figures, Nimrod couldn't help but think.

[Representatives should be sent to the Moon to induct new Terran recruits into the Legion's philosophy and culture during their education.]
After Nimrod thought it over, he stood up from his throne, walked to the window and looked at the training ground.

The outcome of the battle between the Vostonians and the Terrans will affect the intensity of his reforms in the next stage.

When the red-armored warriors took the special elevator, they also saw the two gangs in the training ground through the window.

"They are also descendants of the Gene Father. Let's go and take a look."

The red-armored warrior with a power sword on his waist suggested this, and the other warriors agreed. They all wanted to know about other legionnaires. They were eager to know about those legionnaires fighting among the stars.

When Captain Robin of the Eighth Company saw Captain Adams of the Fourth Company and Captain Sanchez of the Seventh Company standing with those newcomers from Vostroya, he said angrily.

"You two, instead of joining us, are standing with those Vostroyans?"

Adams remained calm as always.

Sanchez raised his eyebrows, his deep eyes seemed to be staring at his prey.

"Robin, all Shadows of Order are descendants of the Gene Father."

"We who stand together are our father's children. You should join us."

A dark light flashed in the eyes of the third company commander Samir. He noticed that the other company commanders seemed to be thinking about something, so he immediately spoke.

"There is no point in talking too much, victory is the only truth."

He placed all his hopes on the captain of the first company. Sesak had always been considered the best warrior in the legion.

Arsena walked between the two teams. There was contempt in Sesak's eyes when he looked at the psychic wizard, but he did not question the Primarch's attendant. The silver-haired mortal was the representative of the Primarch.

Arsene glanced at the two groups, then saw the red-armored warrior approaching before he spoke.

"This is a duel of honor between Captain Sesak of the First Company and Thierry Vieira, the Shadow of Order from Vostronia."

The Primarch's attendant's voice was clear and loud, like a trumpet.

"The dueling weapon is a chainsword, and the goal is to draw the first drop of blood from the opponent's torso, or to subdue the opponent."

"A broken arm or eye injury would also count, as would a cut to the front of the throat."

What would be a serious injury or even death to a mortal is not fatal to an Astartes.

The rules of honor duels are also more relaxed, otherwise both parties will be restricted and unable to exert their full strength.

"No armor, no firearms."

Arsena paused, and only spoke after seeing both Astartes adjust their grips and activate their chainswords.

"The bet is a matter of honor for both parties."

The audience all had serious expressions. The stakes were not just about personal honor, but about the superiority of two cultures.

"preparation!"

The two Shadows of Order saluted each other, both of them were descendants of the Father of Genes.

Then they each lowered their chainswords and took a fighting stance.

Sesak lowered his body, with the tip of his sword pointing to the ground, like a predatory beast.

Thierry held the sword in one hand, held it in front of his chest, and stared at his opponent.

The silence was then broken, and the company captain roared and rushed towards Thierry.

(End of this chapter)