The news of the duel spread to every corner of the solar system and even spread to other places through the developed communication network.
It caused a huge stir.
Many people came for this duel.
Even the assembled troops were looking forward to this morale-boosting duel.
Who would give up such fun!
How exciting it is to ravage a warlord chosen by the four gods.
That kind of pleasure is very similar to the feeling of enjoying a dragon-like sex with the little succubus, patting your butt and turning around and leaving.
It is also a huge deterrent to Chaos traitors lurking within the Imperium.
This is the fate of anyone who dares to betray humanity and the Empire.
Not only do they have to endure torture, but they also have to accept humiliation again and again.
In the true sense, he could neither live nor die.
The final was scheduled before the expedition fleet set sail.
That day soon arrived.
A huge suspended dueling platform was built at an extremely fast speed with the help of the Martian Mechanicus believers.
It is very spacious and can accommodate a large number of people to watch the duel.
There are also countless cherubim and servo skulls that broadcast the grand duel, as well as various equipment specifically used for high-definition broadcasts.
Ensure that those who failed to buy tickets can also experience this exciting duel up close through holographic projection or virtual imaging.
By the day of the final, the bowl-shaped auditorium was filled with people.
In order to warm up, the organizers also thoughtfully prepared several other programs to supplement the duration.
Otherwise, if we enter the venue and play for ten minutes, it would be bad if the audience started to complain and demand a refund.
The first show was a soldier from Catachan who, with his muscular body, tore apart a six-meter-tall, nearly two-story-tall Tyranid tyrant with his bare hands.
When the Tyranid Tyrant fell, the Catachan soldier received countless cheers, and it also aroused the desire of countless people to join the army.
Using mortal strength to slaughter these monsters is undoubtedly what resonates most with them.
Even though Asterta couldn't do it, he could still join the Astra Militarum.
Become a star soldier, tear the Tyranids apart with your bare hands, kick the creatures from other universes with your feet, and start your journey to become a strong man.
Next, a mecha knight will fight against ten Tyranid Zerg Saints.
This is a duel event that the Martian Mechanicus wants to add to show the power of the Mechanicus to the Empire.
The mecha knight killed those Tyranid beasts with quick and decisive actions.
He lifted up a Tyranid monster, walked around the duel arena, and finally used a melta cannon to blow off its head, completing the final kill.
This move is extremely handsome.
The audience, who were already cheering with red faces, screamed even louder.
The pilots of the Titan Legion and the Knights all looked proud.
This is their strength.
In the name of the Holy Emperor, nothing can stand against them.
In addition, there are several duels to kill aliens.
The people sent were representatives from various factions.
Showing all kinds of fancy weapons and killing processes.
Until a priest of the state religion, holding a scepter and shouting a eulogy, smashed the head of a glowing alien captured from another universe.
The two duels with the loudest cheers in this duel also served as the finale and opened the curtain.
Angry at being betrayed, the survivors of the Siege of Terra launched an offensive against the Dark Warmaster blessed by the Chaos Gods.
What an exciting thing this is.
Locke walked out of the side door of the duel arena, and the atmosphere in the arena was extremely warm.
When the host read out the title of this Moon Wolf.
The cheers from the audience were deafening.
People chanted his name and made the sign of the Sky Eagle with their hands over their hearts.
The air resounded with the choir's praises to the Holy Emperor and the Emperor.
They look forward to the end of this feud.
They are proud of the strength of mankind.
Is there anything more exciting than seeing the once desperate martyrs return and defeat the traitors
Looking at the cheering crowd, Loken finally understood why the Imperial Guards would rather sacrifice their honor as warriors to ensure victory in this duel.
Because what is at stake is not just his honor, but the morale of the entire human race and the beliefs of all mankind.
This duel conveys a lot of information.
The rise of the human empire, the struggle of humanity, and something even more important.
Trampling on the common choice of the Four Gods is, in a sense, also a means of declaring war on the Four Gods.
Defeat them symbolically.
Humiliating those traitors in the duel arena can better promote people's identification with the Empire as a regime and with humanity as a collective.
The Chaos traitors once tortured many loyalists in this way, and now the Imperium of Mankind retaliates in kind.
Locke stood in the center of the venue and stretched his muscles.
The armor's servos hummed almost inaudibly as he moved.
After the servants gave him a final check, they turned and left.
The door on the other side of the duel arena was opened.
It was Loken's first opponent, Erebus.
Chains engraved with countless complex runes were bound around Erebus' body.
In addition to these chains, he also had various restraining devices on his body.
It was like a captured wild animal being pulled up by the imperial guards.
He kept growling and making all kinds of roaring sounds.
His eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't believe that the Empire would torture him in such a way.
Erebus looked extremely embarrassed.
Not to mention the tattered clothes.
I don't know where those guards found this old armor from the Great Crusade era for Erebus to wear.
Of course it is still quite clean after brushing.
He also thoughtfully made a chaos octagonal star mark.
The dragged Erebus kept roaring.
He could already foresee his tragic fate.
Being stepped on by Loken became the stepping stone for his powerful return.
Despicable.
This was Erebus' only comment on the duel.
This is an unfair duel.
Loken was wearing the latest model of power armor, and the space was distorted in the slightly rippling light.
And his was just an ordinary set of Great Expedition model power armor.
The difference between the two is like using a spear to fight a Leman Russ heavy tank.
He would rather die quickly than suffer such humiliation.
However, under Guilliman's orders, they could not even die.
Pharmacists are on call at all times and will intervene immediately if they find any suicidal tendencies in them, releasing nanomolecular robots to repair them.
Even if I were cut into eighteen pieces, those bastards could easily repair me.
Then put the story of his suicide in the introduction in front of the cage.
These many chosen ones of God, who once roamed the galaxy, terrified countless humans and were regarded as nightmares, lost all their face and became the laughing stock of mortals time and time again.
Their fame, the fear they once inspired, is gone.
Today they are no different from poor clowns.
If anything, they haven't gotten a big red nose yet.
Under the leadership of that beast Guilliman, the human empire has become increasingly shameless.
Tulsa, Sharokin and others were also standing in the audience.
Naturally, they would not miss this duel of grudges spanning tens of thousands of years.
The crimes committed by Erebus and other rebels are too numerous to list.
Sharokin, Tulsa and others are survivors of the Battle of Instefan V.
They witnessed how the traitors slaughtered the loyalists, and saw with their own eyes how the captured loyalists were cruelly tortured.
After Sharokin and others fled the Yinstefan system on the Sisyphum, they launched a guerrilla war.
During that time, they witnessed many terrible things.
Naturally, they also found some captured battle brothers when they raided the enemy.
But the endings of many fighting brothers are very sad.
He was reduced to a sparring slave, had his head chopped off in the arena, and then hung in the corridor as a trophy warrior.
Become a sacrifice to the gods, have your throat slit, and be tied to the rack to die.
Some battle brothers were even tortured to the point of madness.
Sharokin and others could only hold back their grief and show the Emperor's mercy to their battle brothers.
The crimes committed by Abaddon, Erebus and others cannot be repaid by any means.
Even if they were tortured and humiliated and became the eternal laughing stock of the human race, that was the retribution they deserved.
Amid the deafening cheers and insults from the audience, Erebus was dragged into the duel arena.
Loken stretched his muscles and picked up a warhammer from the floating weapon rack.
He put the visor on, revealing his resolute face.
"I will break every bone in your body, Erebus."
"Loken," Erebus roared, "you know this is an unequal battle, where is your warrior spirit? Do you think it makes sense to humiliate me with such an unfair duel?"
"Warrior Soul?" Loken smiled brilliantly. "You are not a warrior, you are just a lowly beast. The Warrior Soul is used to duel with those noble people. You are not worthy, Erebus."
"You have become despicable, Loken." Erebus gnashed his teeth and said, "You think we have betrayed humanity, but what about Guilliman? Look at him now, what's the difference between him and a god? What's the difference between you and us? It's nothing more than that we believe in four gods, and you worship the fifth god."
"You burned the foundation of humanity." Loken's tone became cold again. "Horus and the four gods smashed the dream of mankind to pieces, but Your Majesty gave us a new one. The gods would be high above, looking down on all living beings, and would treat the life and death of mankind as a game, but Your Majesty would not do that."
"Erebus, choose your weapon quickly. Don't try to shake my mind with words. I have seen your despicable lies countless times."
Erebus had a gloomy face, and his expression was very scary.
In addition to the deformations caused by receiving the blessings of the four gods, there are also some injuries left over from the Great Rebellion.
At the beginning, he blamed Horus for the loss of the battle, but Horus cut off half of his face.
Later in a battle, he was stopped by Corax and beaten up. If Lorgar and Curze had not arrived, he would have been torn to pieces by the Raven Lord.
The twisted, hideous, centipede-like scars on his face were enough to give mortals nightmares every night.
He selected a long sword.
Erebus's swordsmanship was very powerful. During the Great Crusade, he was on par with masters such as Lucius and Sigismund.
The chains and restraints on his body were opened, and Erebas felt the surging power returning to his body again.
A low roar was heard, and the huge body began to move.
The speed is extremely fast.
The blessing of the gods and the gift of the Emperor have endowed Erebus with power that is unattainable for mortals.
Loken also moved.
The hammer and the sword collided at an extremely fast speed.
Sparks flew with every sound of steel striking each other.
Two tireless and skilled bodies fought each other in the duel arena.
Locke did not use his full strength at the beginning. He was learning how to use this powerful body in life-and-death battles.
To be fair, this new body possesses infinite power.
Far beyond Locke's imagination.
No matter how hard he worked, he never felt tired.
I always feel like I have endless energy.
Every cell in his body is releasing endless energy, allowing him to keep fighting.
The fighting brought a brief calm to the cheering people.
The many returning warriors no longer shouted, but watched the duel between the two sides calmly, drawing experience from it and thinking about how they should attack if they were in the same situation.
Every move of Erebus was extremely vicious, and he wanted to kill Loken.
But Locke can always handle it easily.
The weapons of both sides clashed with each other.
Hammer against sword, sword against hammer.
Erebus tried his best to overwhelm Loken, but the other party's expression was relaxed from beginning to end.
It's as if the other party is just using it as a whetstone.
There is no rush to defeat him.
A panting sound came from Erebus's visor.
He was breathing heavily, and using both his genetically enhanced muscle bundles and the armored artificial muscle bundles, he still couldn't move Loken at all.
Locke exerted force suddenly and he was forced to stagger back.
This is a huge flaw. If the opponent presses further, he will lose.
But Locke did not do that.
Instead, he took two steps back and was not in a hurry to win.
This humiliation of being teased made Erebas even more angry, and he rushed forward again.
The sword blade was blocked by the opponent.
Sparks flew from the place of collision.
He chopped again, but was easily blocked by Loken.
Erebus roared with force, stepped back, and then took advantage of the opportunity to launch an even more ferocious slash.
Locke simply dodged to the side, causing his attack to miss.
Endless anger emerged in Erebus's heart.
Loken is fooling himself.
He could have won this one easily.
But he didn't do that. Instead, he treated himself as a whetstone and played tricks on himself again and again.
"Go to hell." Erebus roared, "Who do you think you are? Gavial Loken, I am the messenger of the gods. Do you really think you are so powerful? Can you really play tricks on me?"
Erebus completely exploded.
Blessed power, genetically reshaped power, and the extreme speed granted by power armor technology.
With a roar, he swung the sword in his hand towards Loken with unprecedented force and speed.
Locke was faster than him.
He even moved closely beside him, leaving him no chance to fight back.
The swung fist smashed into Erebus's face.
The sounds of bones breaking and helmets shattering were heard at the same time. Not only did Erebus's attack miss, but he was also seriously injured.
He staggered back a few steps to the left.
Loken slammed the hammer in his hand into his chest.
Erebus felt as if a battleship were crashing into his chest at the speed of light.
The entire huge body flew up and crashed directly into the distance.
When it landed, it plowed hundreds of meters on the solid stone slabs like a plow.
Loken walked over with the warhammer.
"I am just teasing you, so what? Let your god punish me."
Erebus, who fell to the ground, kept spitting out blood foam.
He felt like all his bones were broken.
I couldn't even move a finger.
At this moment, he suddenly hated the gods.
They are so powerful, why don't they punish them
Why not kill that bastard Guilliman
Why not kill those who dare to disobey them
Why
Aren't they gods
Erebas roared in his heart.
His already shaky faith completely collapsed after Locke swept his dignity to the ground.
Those who uphold the truth of the empire are now returning in force one by one.
With honor, respected and admired by the world.
However, these believers who once claimed to have seen through the truth of the universe have become a laughing stock.
Loken walked up to him, put a foot on his head, and spat at his broken face.
"Erebus, you are a waste."
Erebus wanted to say something.
But his throat was crushed by Locke one step ahead.
"I know you want to say something cruel to provoke me to kill you, but don't dream, I won't kill you. Erebus, you have many enemies, and they are all back. The Yinstefan Galaxy and the Calth Galaxy, and even the Battle of Terra, and many other battles. You won't forget them all, right? Erebus. It doesn't matter if you forget, they will help you remember."
Hearing these words, Erebus showed a look of horror.
Loken leaned over and positioned his hammer, then grabbed Erebus with both hands and raised it above his head.
"I told you I'd break your spine and leave you like a dead dog."
"No!" Erebus cried, "Don't do that."
"Moon Wolf," Loken roared, "I will keep my word."
Erebus was thrown down violently, with his back landing on the prepared hammer.
The crisp sound of bones breaking resounded throughout the venue.
There was a brief silence, followed by thunderous cheers.
Sharokin and others also howled with excitement.
Torgaton jumped up from the ground excitedly, waving his fists.
Hearing Erebus's screams made him feel a sense of comfort from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.
Erebus fell to the ground, motionless like a dead dog.
Two servo skulls flew over, extended their mechanical prosthetic limbs and dragged it out of the field. The Imperial Guards were waiting at the entrance, ready to perform some simple treatment on Erebus to prevent him from dying.
"Next." Loken raised his hammer and shouted to the cheering crowd: "Next."