Chapter 127 Ending and Promise
"Sinner! Your judgment time has come!"
This was the sound Jutas heard when he came from behind the bridge and was still more than a hundred meters away from the arch of the bridge.
"No!"
Heartbroken, he rushed into the battlefield as fast as he could, and barely managed to see the moment when Calvin grabbed Eranti by the throat with one hand, and snatched him up in the air, preparing to execute him.
"Stop!" he shouted loudly, throwing the power sword at his waist at Calvin with all his strength while running.
But can this really save Eranti's life? In fact it is impossible.
Calvin can easily block the flying weapons with the "Mission" on his free left hand.
Then, in Yutas' desperate eyes, he pulled back his right hand with just a slight force, and Eranti's fragile mortal body would be torn apart under his lightning claws that had not even turned on the decomposition force field.
But Calvin didn't do that.
In order to ensure that Jutas, who was also on his must-kill list, would not turn around and run away in despair when he saw that nothing could be done.
He had to give Jutas a reason, a reason to stay. A reason like Erlanti that can be pinched to death at any time seems very good.
Calvin let go of the lightning claw and threw the Eranti in his hand to his comrades in the rear.
He controlled his pace in a slow and rhythmic rhythm, walking towards Jutas step by step.
When passing by the finely crafted power sword that fell on the floor, Calvin's heavy combat boots used a light gesture to pick it up after stepping on it lightly, and then pointed it towards Jutta who was also walking forward. Sri Lanka.
No communication, no begging for mercy; no questioning, no doubts.
The two people in the middle of the bridge both understood the crux of the matter at this moment. The language was so frivolous at this moment. Only the clear murderous intention between the two told both parties:
Until any one of them falls, there is no other possibility here.
Some of the Gray Knights who had finished finishing began to gather around, but Sergeant Alexey stopped them.
For Jutas, he neither understood his rough fate nor his crimes.
But at this moment, he had absolute confidence in Calvin and did not want to prevent the Chapter Captain of the Astartes from exercising his right to die with honor.
Showdowns with cold weapons are often not as long as the long confrontations in the hot war era of later generations. Life and death between people are often determined in a moment of encounter.
Although Jutus is not weak, it is a pity that Calvin is not the same person who just became an Astartes ten years ago.
Before the fight, Jutas already had some premonition of his own defeat based on their size alone;
After the fight, this premonition was once again confirmed by the cruel reality.
The speed of the two figures waving their weapons far exceeded the visual limit of mortals, but in the eyes of the Gray Knights watching the battle, there was still an obvious gap.
In one second, Jutas eight times, which is proof of his strength as the best among the Astartes; but Calvin, twelve times.
Jutas has brought out his ultimate potential, and this can even be said to be the battle in which he is most satisfied with his performance in his life.
But he inevitably failed.
From experience, it is natural that he has the advantage, and his several attempts to induce focus and deceive him have been close to success.
But what Yutas has trouble understanding is the opponent's martial arts skills and body shape.
The former embodies in him a terrifying understanding of the Astartes armor and human structure. He seems to have clearly understood the boundaries of the actions caused by these structures in countless battles, but he abnormally has no corresponding experience of;
The latter frightened him even more. The opponent's unrivaled strength and speed that exceeded his reaction limit made him almost think that he was competing face-to-face with his genetic father.
He is confused and yet sober.
He was confused because this two-second battle had already made him lose the ability to think, and he was just relying on instinct to resist Calvin's attack;
He was awake again, and he knew clearly that even in such an obvious unilateral suppression, the opponent's steps that never lost their rhythm, and the singer's high-pitched but capable vibrato when singing, proved that in such a fierce battle, Calvin In fact, I still kept it.
The Seiko Power Sword has lost its core decomposition stance in high-frequency exchanges. The terrifying weight and inertial potential of "Mission" only took three strikes to make it unsustainable.
The next blow made it suffer the same fate as its owner.
The power glove on Jutas' left hand also resisted twice, but this was no longer relevant to the overall situation.
Defeat was inevitable after all, and when the weapons in his hands were all shattered, Calvin's execution came as promised.
At the last moment, Calvin's war hammer was lifted up close to his body, but he was dodged when he leaned back to the extreme. At the cost, the helmet that was struck flew off.
When he turned around and had no time to rejoice, the lightning claw hidden behind the hammer strike of his left hand grabbed at his chest.
When Jutas, who was doomed to escape, saw this scene, he finally resigned and closed his eyes.
The psychic stance on the Lightning Claw was deliberately canceled by Calvin. In Calvin's view, the remaining decomposition stance was enough to complete its mission.
He didn't want this company commander with a story to die silently. After breaking down his position, the other party would at least have a chance to explain his last words.
Buzz! Phew!
The Terminator's force field shield was desperately resisting, and after it failed, the sound of the lightning claws piercing the ceramite armor spread throughout the entire place almost at the same time.
Calvin silently raised his right hand, and on the four fingers spread out, Jutus's already relaxed body hung.
The fragments of internal organs and blood were overflowing from his mouth. After opening his dull eyes, he looked blankly at everything unfamiliar around him.
The blurred vision finally locked on the figure sitting on the ground. Only a few dozen meters away from the arch, the once noble demon judge Eranti sat there hunched over as if he had lost his soul, unresponsive to everything around him. .
"Let's go... ah! Let's go... ah!"
Jutas muttered indistinctly, blood mixed with the fragments of his lungs, and flowed out of his body like life.
But he seemed to still want to struggle, and wanted to use his last remaining strength to slow down the pace of the demigod in front of him.
The surrounding Gray Knights silently put down their weapons. In such a scene, it was difficult for them, who were also Astartes, not to think of themselves.
So did Calvin, who spoke in the suffocating silence and spoke the promise that restored the light to Eutas's eyes.
His heavy voice echoed across the entire bridge in High Gothic, the most formal language among the Astartes:
"In the name of the Emperor, your sins begin with you and end with you. I, Arbitrator Calvin of the Order of the Hammer, make my promise to you. I will exempt you from the crimes of your company, and preserve the seed of your company. destiny."
"One...a deal?"
There was hope in Jutas's voice again, and he raised his head with difficulty to look at the young but sacred face opposite.
At this moment, Jutas was finally no longer the cold tyrant full of utilitarianism and calculation. The light in his eyes seemed to have returned to the innocence he had when he first joined the army 400 years ago.
"It's a deal!" Calvin, who had already made up his mind, responded to this dying wish cleanly and decisively.
After hearing this promise that he last heard and wanted to hear the most, Jutas finally left this cruel world with relief.
Imperial Calendar 713.M39, above the orbit of the Federman Galaxy, on the bridge of the Heart of Honor.
The son of Angron who inherited the genetic seeds of the World Eaters. The 3rd Company of the Malevolent Warriors Chapter, Captain Jutas, passed away.
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