Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 29 "Osberkh-Vaya"

Rawlslev threw a chop and blocked the jab.

Thierry was shocked that the opponent actually blocked his fierce attack.

Rawlslev frowned as he sensed a scorch mark on the chainsaw. Although it was only the size of a grain of rice, it showed that the weapon he picked up from the officer was not as good as his opponent's heirloom power sword.

A strange light flashed in Thierry's eyes, and his wrist flicked.

The second method of "Osberkh-Vaya" is a backhand thrust. The power sword rotates like a spirit snake, brushing against the chainsaw sword and going straight for Rawlslev's arm.

Rawlslev did not dodge, his weapon was no match for his opponent, and he had to end the fight as quickly as possible.

He stepped forward to avoid the thrust and simultaneously slashed with the sword using the 23rd move of the "Osberkh-Waya" that he had practiced thousands of times.

Although he didn't even know which of the "Osberkh-Waya" ways this belonged to, he fully mastered the art of defeating the strong with the weak.

The chainsaw sword roared and slashed towards Thierry's shoulder. Thierry's eyes flashed brightly. It was the first time he encountered an opponent who had mastered Article 23 to such an extent and did not even stick to the original creed.

The opponent's slash not only hit his weak point, but also predicted his attack.

When Thierry realized this, fire burned in his eyes. Rawlslev had gone from a warm-up opponent to a tough rival that he needed to go all out to defeat.

He used the sixth rule of "Osberkh-Waya" to swing the power sword in his hand, twisting his arm forcefully, raising the sword and blocking the chainsaw sword.

Wearing bulletproof armor and standing behind Ningluo and the company commander, Szesni's blue eyes were fixed on the exciting sword duel in front of him.

Each of Captain Rawlslev's strikes hits the vital points, ruthlessly and concisely.

[This is the captain’s true strength. When I challenged him before, he didn’t use his full strength.

If he had used all his strength at that time, I wouldn't have been able to hold out for a minute.]
What surprised Szczesny even more was that Rollslev's fierce offensive did not give him an advantage. His opponent's sword seemed alive, and his agile attacks were like a big net, always forcing the leader to change his tactics.

Realizing this, he couldn't help but worry about the team leader.

Nimrod had already deduced the outcome of the battle, and he also had a clearer understanding of Sequence 9's strength.

Sequence 9 Beyonders can push ordinary people to their limits, but there are already too many extraordinary individuals among humans, and they are not ordinary people.

Maybe if Rawlslev fully digests the potion and becomes a true "warrior", he will have a chance to win, but now he is no match for Thierry.

Furthermore, his weapon wasn't effective either. If that charged attack hadn't succeeded, he wouldn't have had a chance.]
Nimrod's superhuman brain also took into account every move and every attack of Thierry.

Within ten minutes, he completely absorbed the "Osberch-Vaya", the crystallization of the Vostroyan people's swordsmanship for thousands of years, and further deduced it to a height that no one could reach.

[Rolschlev was defeated.]
Nimrod heard the chainsaw sword's wail, and as he sighed inwardly, Thierry seized the opportunity and used the 33rd killing move of "Osberch-Waya". The power sword was like a hammer, carrying out a continuous slapping attack.

Rawlslev used the sixth rule he learned from the opponent's attack and tried his best to resist the attack.

However, Thierry's violent attacks were like the legendary tide, crashing down on the chainsaw sword wave after wave.

With a loud bang, this sophisticated weapon was smashed to pieces.

The roaring fragments scattered everywhere, and Rawlslev gave a bitter smile.

"I lost."

He walked back silently. The soldiers of the First Regiment of Vostroya had gloomy faces. Their leader was defeated.

Thierry opened his mouth and took a few deep breaths before he recovered.

Although it was only ten minutes, the physical strength and energy he consumed was more than a major battle. If the opponent's weapon had not been shattered, the battle would have continued.

After a few seconds, he silently picked up the laser pistol, and a majestic voice rang in his ears.

"I'll give you half an hour to rest." "Okay."

Thierry replied that if it was before the fight, he would not have accepted it, but now he couldn't help but have a little doubt in himself.

[An unknown subordinate of Nimrod is surprisingly powerful. He himself seems to be good at fighting. Can I really defeat him?]
Ten minutes later, Thierry walked towards the giant, his eyes were firm, and he had regained the belief that he would win.

When he took the fourth step, he rushed forward suddenly and swiftly.

Ningluo did not move. He saw clearly that Thierry was about to rush into the attack range of the heavy halberd, but suddenly changed direction and jumped around him quickly.

He knew clearly in his heart that Thierry predicted that he would use his strength advantage to launch a violent attack when he entered the attack range. He wanted to seize the opportunity exposed when Thierry turned when he jumped and launch an attack.

Nimrod moved and swung his heavy halberd. To Thierry's surprise, the giant's attack was not violent. He launched a precise stab with the tip of the halberd.

Thierry's expression changed. He felt that this attack contained the swift thrust of the first rule of the "Osberh-Waya" way, as well as the direct attack on the weakness of the 1rd rule.

He couldn't even defend himself and could only roll on the ground in a panic to avoid the attack.

Thierry had just turned over and stood up when a heavy halberd swept towards him. He gritted his teeth, exerted force with both arms, and met the attack.

The collision he expected did not happen. Ningluo shook his wrist, and the heavy halberd spun like a windmill. The strong wind it brought destroyed his sword's momentum, and the tip of the halberd pierced his chest.

Thierry tried his best to jump back, and felt a chill on his chest. His armor had been cut.

[He used Article 2.

No! Also incorporates Article 23.

How did he do it?]
Thierry was shocked as he flew backwards. The giant did not take advantage of his strength. He combined "Osberkh-Waya" and used it skillfully.

He used the sword skills of the Vostroyans, but more than that.

After Thierry landed, he ignored the blood dripping from his chest and rushed forward with his sword. The silver light of the power sword was like a storm.

After thirty-three consecutive attacks, Thierry was thrown out like a kite with a broken string.

He knelt on one knee: "I give up."

Thierry smiled self-deprecatingly. He already knew that Nimrod could defeat him with just one blow, but he used his skills to break every secret of his "Osberkh-Waya" way.

He wants to break every secret I have mastered! He wants to force me to realize that the gap between me and him is not just in strength, but also in skill!
This was a complete and utter defeat, he said with conviction.

"King Nimrod, I swear on the honor of the Viera family and my soul, as long as you can kill Puhaqi, I will serve you forever!"

"I accept your allegiance."

Nimrod said in a deep voice, "Treat your injuries and then lead the way."

"Yes."

As Thierry walked towards his men, the soldiers of the Vostronia First Regiment came to their senses.

Their morale was greatly boosted, especially the new recruits, who had witnessed Nimrod's divine power with their own eyes and believed that they would win the battle.

Szesni looked up at Nimrod's back, his eyes full of admiration.

Five minutes later, Thierry's wounds were coated with medical gel. After changing into a suit of armor in the military tent, he walked up to Nimrod.

"Sir, please come with me."

(End of this chapter)