Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Gray, and I am the captain of a Space Marine under the command of the Star Lord."

Gray's expression turned serious, and he put away his smile. He said to Tiberus solemnly:

“As for your question of whether I am qualified to recruit you, I can tell you with certainty that I am qualified to recruit you.

As the Chapter Master, you are only at the level of a Battalion Captain on our side. A Battalion Captain commands one thousand Space Marines, and a Company Commander commands ten thousand Space Marines.

As a captain, I can command 100,000 Space Marines, but we are still in the development stage, so only two companies are fully staffed at the moment."

Gray's words were extremely calm, without any emotional ups and downs.

But to Tiberus, it was like a bolt from the blue. A Space Marine commander could actually command 100,000 Space Marines. This scale was comparable to the commanders of the Legion era.

"You actually have 100,000 Space Marines under your command?"

Tiberus looked at Gray in surprise, and seemed extremely surprised by Gray's words.

"No, there are only more than 20,000 Space Marines now, not 100,000."

Gray solemnly corrected the mistake in Tiberius' words.

Although Gray was just telling the truth, to Tiberus it sounded like bragging.

There are only more than 20,000 people now, but with the opponent's powerful military strength, it should not be a problem to expand to 100,000 soon.

For ambitious officers, as long as there is no pressure from logistics and other aspects, who wouldn't want to have as many soldiers under his command as possible so that he can achieve more merits?

Reputation and glory are basically what all soldiers cannot give up, and what everyone dreams of.

Tiberus just stared at Gray, not wanting to bother with this guy who was taking advantage of him.

Gray saw that Tiberus no longer paid attention to him, but he did not choose to attack him actively. It was obvious that he was too proud to do so and did not want to say the words of surrender in order to save his last face as the captain of the regiment.

Gray reached out with a grim expression and grasped the hilt of the flaming sword at his waist. With a sudden pull, the sword was instantly unsheathed, accompanied by a dazzling burst of fire, like a burning flame passing through the air.

Gray flicked his wrist lightly, and a dazzling sword dance began in his hand at will. He pointed the tip of the sword steadily at Tiberus across from him:

"I'm giving you a chance to duel with me now! As long as you can defeat me, I will let all of you go safely. If you are defeated by me, then you must surrender obediently and be loyal to the great Lord of the Stars from now on!"

Hearing this, Tiberus stared at Gray in front of him and thought to himself.

Gray was a high-ranking military officer with a prominent status among this group of heretics. Normally, he didn't need to duel with anyone in person, especially with someone like himself who was about to become a prisoner. But at this moment, he took the initiative to make such a request, which undoubtedly showed that he had absolute confidence that he could defeat himself.

However, Tiberus was not unfamiliar with this kind of one-on-one duel. Their Carcharodon Regiment did this a lot in their daily lives.

Whenever supplies are scarce, they always seek out other warbands to challenge and duel, defeating their opponents to seize their precious spoils, thus ensuring that they have enough supplies for survival and development.

With a light "swish" sound, two extremely sharp mechanical claws suddenly popped out from Tiberus' wrists, flashing a terrifying cold light.

These two mechanical claws are named "Thirst" and "Destruction". They are holy relics that Tiberus looted from other regiments and are also Tiberus's melee weapons.

"Okay, I accept your proposal." Tiberus looked at Gray seriously.

"Go ahead!"

Gray was seen holding the flaming sword tightly in his right hand. The sword was trembling slightly, and the tip of the sword was pointing straight at Tiberus not far away.

In an instant, a blazing flame erupted from the Fiery Sword. The scorching flames leaped wildly, as if to devour everything around them. The intense heat of the flames distorted the surrounding air, forming visible heat ripples.

"go to hell!"

Tiberus was not willing to be outdone. He roared and rushed towards Gray at an astonishing speed like an enraged beast.

At the same time, the mechanical claws equipped on his strong and powerful arms began to shine with dazzling blue light, and a powerful decomposition force field instantly enveloped the entire mechanical claw.

At this moment, Tiberus was like a heavy tank that had lost control, rushing towards Gray at lightning speed with unparalleled impact and destructive power.

In the blink of an eye, the distance between him and Gray was only a few meters. Just as he was about to reach Gray, Tiberius swung his arms suddenly, and his two mechanical claws, one in front and one behind, one above and one below, stabbed Gray's head and abdomen respectively.

Its movements are swift and fierce, like lightning across the night sky, dazzling to the eyes.

Tiberus's eyes were always fixed on Gray's every subtle movement, not missing any flaws.

He knew very well the key to this battle. If he was even slightly careless, he would be doomed.

Therefore, he concentrated all his attention and focused all his energy on this one strike.

Facing this fierce attack like a storm, Gray stood firmly in place like a towering mountain, without showing even a trace of fear on his face.

Just when the fatal blow was about to hit his head, his figure flashed by like a ghost, and with an extremely clever movement, he easily avoided Tiberus's extremely sharp and straight attack.

Without giving Gray any chance to breathe, the mechanical claw on Tiberus' left arm flashed with cold light and pounced towards Gray's abdomen again with a roar.

Gray's reaction speed was astonishing. He tightly grasped the blazing flaming sword in his right hand and swung it without hesitation.

In an instant, the sword cut through the air, bringing up a dazzling flame, like a roaring fire dragon, baring its fangs and claws, and slashing down fiercely at the menacing mechanical claw.

There was only a sharp "squeak" sound, and the indestructible mechanical claw on Tiberus' left arm was easily cut in half by the flaming sword in Gray's hand!

Sparks flew, metal fragments flew everywhere. But Gray didn't stop his movements. Taking advantage of this gap, he moved his feet lightly, his body dancing like catkins in the wind, and nimbly avoided the huge mechanical claw that came down like a mountain crushing an egg.

At the same time, he gently turned the arm holding the flaming sword, allowing the sword to draw a graceful arc in the air and then stop steadily on Tiberus' shoulder.