Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

"Then they will only suffer a crushing defeat in future battles."

"Just like this."

Perhaps seeing that Ador's temperature was getting higher and higher, Kaska paused for a moment.

"Of course, if you insist that I should be punished for my behavior, I have no objection."

"Ah, thank you, Lady Fugrim."

As he spoke, he took the red helmet that Forgrim handed him.

He put it on his head.

Now, he's Red Helmet Casgar.

"you--!"

"That's enough, stop, Ador. Kaska is right."

Commander Abdron, who was standing beside her, stopped Edor.

The latter almost rushed up and engaged in a passionate fight with the other party.

He wasn't actually surprised that Casca was able to defeat Ador in terms of leading troops.

Ador is indeed an extremely talented commander.

However, talent can sometimes lead to pride, complacency, and stagnation.

A crushing defeat, on the contrary, should serve as a wake-up call for this former genius to regroup and make a comeback.

"Casca, it's time for your next challenge."

But Abu Der Lon was different.

He is not arrogant.

It will not fail.

duel.

The rules are simple: both competitors enter an octagonal cage, and the one who survives to the end is the winner.

Of course, duels within the legion were not as bloody.

Regardless, Abdul-Lonzo is confident that he can easily defeat Casgar.

Abdron was one of the top sword masters in the legion, and the only one who could be compared to him was the Second Company Commander, the Sword Saint, Aqua Duna.

In a battle against the Catalans, he fought to the death against their strongest champion warrior and emerged victorious, his elegant and majestic swordsmanship bringing the entire planet to its knees.

One sword, and an entire planet is conquered.

This is the strength of Commander Abdron.

As a dueling master, he didn't believe that Kasgar was capable of challenging him.

As he walked into the cage, sword "Radiance" in hand, he thought to himself.

Then he saw a large, purple-gold shield that looked like a door panel.

Ask questions!

Is releasing electromagnetic interference also considered a form of noise warfare?

Chapter 57 The Emperor's Son's Weak Shield

Fake!

With a rapid and dull clash of steel, the Emperor's Son Commander Abdron finally couldn't hold on any longer.

Abdul Rum was a very refined and easy-going son of the emperor.

As the son of a noble family descended from ancient Terra, he received the most refined and elegant aristocratic etiquette from a young age.

It's impossible for them to curse and swear like those vulgar commoners during a duel.

Unless you can't help it.

whee.

As for Casca, he was also trying his best to keep from laughing out loud.

At the time, his choice of a large shield as a weapon puzzled many people, including his master Aqua.

Why would a rising star swordsman from the Sons of the Emperor choose the least popular shield as his secondary weapon?

The other arrogant recruits all considered themselves the strongest sword masters, and they only used swords as their melee weapon. Some squads were even entirely composed of swordsmen.

He, the recruit alone, chose the shield, a weapon considered the domain of cowards.

And what Kaska wanted was this very moment.

Why choose a shield?

That's because Shield Poke is awesome!

Look at what Old Man Huang uses for his closest imperial guards.

Shield Guard Company!

This old man, who has lived for tens of thousands of years, what could possibly be his strongest weapon? Would he lie to you?

Just copy it and you're done.

"A very smart move."

"Before entering the duel, I learned that the only weakness of dueling swordsmanship is to cower with a shield up."

"Even the most skilled swordsmen, unless the difference in strength is particularly great, generally do not have a good way to deal with such a large shield."

Since entering the spectator room, Fugrim had not stopped praising Kasgar.

Of course, she never imagined that this experience would come from Rogdorn's dealings with "himself".

"But sir, this is, after all, a duel."

Even though the master of ceremonies, Rellano, had a face that was as black as could be.

A duelist should act like a duelist!

Who goes into the dueling arena carrying a huge shield?

Although there are no rules about the types of melee weapons that the two sides can use in a duel, if Kasgar plays like this, how will the duels continue in the future?

Rellano sensed that the atmosphere surrounding the Emperor's Sons had subtly changed since Kasgar came to the Legion.

There are indeed fewer people who are extravagant, arrogant, and complacent.

But on the other hand

Rellano thought of the recruits who liked to tinker with strange little gadgets.

There are also more extraordinary people now.

"But the master of ceremonies has already deeply reflected on his mistakes."

A deep self-reflection?

You mean that red helmet?

That self-reflection was indeed very profound.

"In short, duels are a competition for legion warriors to hone their swordsmanship, not a tool for him to use for opportunism."

The impartial and incorruptible master of ceremonies remained unmoved by the Primarch's favoritism.

"If the battle cannot be ended within five minutes, I will determine the victory of Commander Abdron based on the number of hits on the shield."

What do you think, Aqua?

"I have no opinion."

Aqua slammed her paintbrush down onto the parchment, spinning it violently for several seconds.

She raised her head, then gritted her teeth and lowered it again.

"Also, don't look at me like that. I never taught him to duel like that."

Casca?

Not familiar, really unfamiliar.

Inside the dueling arena!

"Why don't you attack!"

Looking at the large shield that was huddled in a corner of the field, motionless, Abdron felt his hands getting tired from hacking away.

The rules of the duel are simple: the one who leaves a fatal paint mark on the other's body wins.

Nobody sets rules like duel times, which are just annoying.

But it seems that the duel designers could never have imagined that there would be someone with a thicker skin than a boarding shield, carrying a large shield into the duel arena.

They sit there for a lifetime.

Now neither side can do anything to the other.

What Abdullah had been eagerly anticipating—a thrilling sword duel—turned into a boring punching bag session.

Looking at the silent, gilded purple shield before him, Commander Abdron was furious.

This is hardly a duel.

This is clearly an insult to the ancient sport of dueling!

Commander Casgar Sherlock, please do not participate passively.

If the two sides are still unable to determine a winner after five minutes, Commander Abdron will be determined as the winner based on the strike points on your shield.

Wow, really?

"Does being hit by the shield count?"

The purple-gold shield spoke for the first time.

After all, the opponent had never shown itself, and being meticulous, he couldn't directly deduce that the opponent was Kaska.

"No matter what, you can't keep playing like this, Casgar."

"Your strategy of using a shield to counter my approach is commendable, but it's ultimately not the way to defeat your opponent in a duel."

Abdron stepped back a few paces, took several deep breaths, and readjusted his mindset to be fully focused on the battle.

"On a battlefield where life and death are at stake, the enemy will not retreat just because they are bored of fighting you."

Hard to say.

"Now, come at me honestly with your strongest swordsmanship."

Abdron held his sword in front of him and shouted.

But even though Kasgar seemed about to be punished by the system, he still held his great shield high.

However, a powered spear suddenly appeared on his right hand.

Phoenix Power Spear!

Abdron recognized what the other person was holding in their right hand.

This is the most commonly used weapon of the Primarch Royal Guard, the Phoenix Guard.

Having received instruction from both Fugrim and Aqua, Kasgar is proficient in the use of many weapons.

At the same time, as a Space Marine who had undergone special modifications by the Emperor, Casgar's physique and strength far surpassed those of a typical Astartes.

He could easily wield a long-handled weapon that would normally require two hands to hold, with just his right hand.

Kasgar burst forth with incredible speed, raising his shield in his left hand and thrusting his spear at the direction of Abdron with lightning speed!

Shield Thrust!

The purple-gold spear tip, accompanied by the sound of wind being cut, was almost in front of Abdron.

Even before the disintegration field of the spearhead was activated, he could feel the chilling aura emanating from the phoenix spear.