From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 545 Is Sigismund strong, or are all the Imperial Fists so strong? ?

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Hearing this, the Spartans looked at each other, but no one raised any questions.

They followed the Imperial Fists warriors out of the hangar in silence and order, and the bright lights of the hangar gradually dimmed behind them, replaced by the soft lighting of the corridors inside the ship.

At the same time, Aoi and a group of elven warriors walked out of the Luna transport boat according to the original plan and headed to the living area of ​​this Heroic-class super heavy cruiser.

Their steps were light and graceful, in stark contrast to the Spartans.

After taking the ship's rail train to the relatively open living area, the elves quickly dispersed and entered their respective temporary sleeping cabins.

They will spend the next two days in this super-heavy cruiser which is nearly two kilometers long.

Therefore, in addition to daily training, on-duty and other matters, their main task is to rest enough and wait for the formation to sail out of the jump space to carry out the military operation to occupy Tatooine.

On the other side, after leaving the hangar, the Spartans also followed the Imperial Fists and boarded the Astartes' exclusive onboard orbital train.

Before long, the train stopped at a training area close to the hangar, and the doors slid open silently, allowing the Spartans to quickly exit the carriages.

As soon as I walked out——

Boom, boom!

The Spartans heard an extremely heavy "pounding" sound, as if the entire training area was shaking.

Then, the loud voices of the Astartes echoed in the air, with a hint of teasing and heroism.

"Haha! Brother, your reaction speed is too slow!"

"Stop talking nonsense and watch my fist!"

In the training area, the space was comparable to a small hangar, and dozens of "big guys" in training uniforms were performing simulated combat at a speed that was impossible for the naked eye to capture.

Their movements were swift and precise, and their fists whistled, as if every blow could tear the air apart.

Some Astartes were doing weightlifting training. The weight of the barbells in their hands was enough to scare ordinary people, but they seemed to be able to do it with ease, as if it was just a daily warm-up.

On the other side of the training area, several auxiliary soldiers who were shorter than Astartes but had muscular bodies compared to ordinary people were also doing daily training, and they could chest press 300 kilograms as if it were nothing.

The entire training area is filled with "power" and "heat", like a boiling furnace, forging the body and will of every soldier.

Of course, as the Imperial Fists, whose home planet is Terra, have a considerable number of "sub-human" groups deployed on almost every ship.

These warriors, who come from different branches of humanity, not only add diversity to the Imperial Fists, but also inject unique vitality and culture into the entire legion.

Therefore, the training area is not only the place where Astartes and auxiliary troops carry out activities, but also where many elves and a very small number of dwarves are active.

Although the dwarves are naturally fond of fun and fighting, what they love most is drinking and "revelry".

Dwarves often serve as consultants in technical and engineering positions.

As soon as they finish their daily duties and work, most dwarves will choose to go to the bar in the living area for a drink.

Inside the bar, the laughter of the dwarves and the sound of clinking glasses intertwined together, making it seem like a never-ending celebration.

However, a small number of dwarves choose to stay in the training area, swinging heavy hammers and training their strength and endurance.

And the elves.
It can be said to be a "beautiful" scenery in the training area.

Female elves often wear fitted sportswear that accentuates their nearly perfect curves.

Whether it is combat training or physical training, they have demonstrated extremely high talent and skills, which makes people look sideways.

However, the gender ratio of the elves is an issue that cannot be ignored.

Due to their extremely longevity, the phenomenon of "more yin than yang" among the elves is becoming more and more obvious.

The ratio of male elves to female elves is about 4:6, and it will soon be 3:7.

This means that the vast majority of the elven warriors in the Imperial Fists are female elves, and they not only demonstrate outstanding combat capabilities on the battlefield, but also become a unique landscape in the training area.

After all, “beautiful things” are what most people are willing to appreciate.

In the training area, the slender figures and graceful movements of the female elves undoubtedly became the focus of "everyone's" attention.

However, those who can truly appreciate this beautiful scenery are mostly auxiliary troops.

When they finish a set of training, they will take the opportunity to stop for a moment, glance at the elves who are training, and admire them in their hearts.

Some of the auxiliary soldiers who are extrovert and "social-minded" will even take the opportunity to approach the elves when they are resting, and try to ask for their contact information, hoping to get to know each other better.

There was a hint of teasing and anticipation in their tone, as if they were testing each other's reaction.

It’s a pity that the elves, who have been integrated into the imperial society for a long time, are no longer as innocent as they used to be.

They know very well that asking for contact information in the training area equivalent to the "gym" is often just the result of the other party's momentary impulse rather than true love.

The elves' responses are usually polite and distant, neither embarrassing the other party nor giving too much hope.

There was a hint of teasing in their eyes, as if silently reminding each other, "I know your intentions very well."

As for those who don't even bother to pay attention to the elves, they are the Astartes who are focused on training.

It’s not that they don’t understand beautiful things, but they simply don’t have the “ideas”.

Although they are still physiologically normal after implanting gene seeds and undergoing various transformation operations, they have extremely strong willpower and can easily curb the so-called "impulses" or "impulses".

Therefore, as the Imperial Fists of the Astartes, they would never ask for the contact information of those female elves, or make invitations or requests for appointments.

Their eyes are cold and focused, and any external interference cannot shake their hearts. It seems to be more interesting to fight with brothers bare-handed, or to compare with brothers who can break the maximum weight first.

However, the female elves did not back down.

Once they identify their target, they will "take the initiative to attack."

Moreover, the fact that their royal family members were about to marry the Primarchs made them more interested in the Astartes.

They believe that establishing some kind of connection with these extremely long-lived super soldiers may provide some security for their future.

So, they would take the initiative to strike up a conversation, trying to break the Astartes' cold exterior with elegant conversation and charming smiles.

But the reality made them gradually realize that the Astartes seemed to have no interest in emotional matters.

No matter how hard they tried, the response they got was always polite and distant.

As the number of rejections increased "exponentially", the female elves gradually realized that the Astartes' minds had long been filled with battles and missions, and emotions were nothing but insignificant trivia to them.

John and his comrades wearing Thor's Hammer power armor also did not pay much attention to the curvaceous elves after entering the training area. They felt a little confused, after all, they were taken directly to the training area before entering their respective cabins, which was obviously different from the usual process.

The several Imperial Fists warriors who led them remained silent and did not give any explanation. They just led the way silently.

This silence made the Spartans feel a little uneasy, as if an unknown test was quietly approaching.

Soon, John and others arrived at the center of the training area.

The lights here were brighter, and their eyes swept around, finally stopping on an Imperial Fist wearing Titanium Armor.

Moreover, the warrior stood on the simulated fighting ring with his helmet unfolded, revealing a cold and determined face.

The Imperial Fist warriors who were looking down at the Spartans were the commander of the Tatooine raid.

Sigismund.

Moreover, Sigismund of the main universe is already a "legend".

He was born on Earth in the autonomous universe, and later moved to Terra with his family.

During a combat training when he was a teenager and had just had his gene seed implanted, he was disturbed by a "magic storm" and mistakenly entered an ancient ruin.

There live countless undead creatures there, it is extremely eerie and terrifying, like a maze of death.

However, Sigismund managed to break out of the siege on his own and even obtained a "black giant sword" made by a legendary ancient dwarf craftsman.

Later, this giant sword was "refurbished" twice by the Research Department and the dwarves and became Sigismund's exclusive sword.

At this moment, the giant sword was hanging behind Sigismund, and the sword was engraved with intricate runes, flashing with a faint purple light, as if telling the Spartans about its history and glory.

Sigismund stood on the simulated fighting ring, his eyes scanning every Spartan warrior present, as if he was evaluating their strength and potential.

Then, he gave what he thought was a fairly kind smile and said in a low voice:
"Welcome everyone, however, since you are transfer students and you have to accompany us on the raid, as the commander of this operation, I need to know exactly how strong you are.
"Sigismond said, and raised his left hand slightly, moving the four fingers towards his palm, indicating to the Spartans who would go first.

Then he threw the "black sword" on his back outwards. The sword drew a graceful arc in the air and landed steadily in the hands of an Imperial Fist outside the ring.

Judging from his posture, Sigismund seemed to be preparing for a "hand-to-hand combat" with the Spartans wearing their respective power armors.

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This move not only caught the Spartans by surprise, but also instantly made the atmosphere in the entire training area more "lively".

And with the arrival of Sparta and the words of Commander Sigismund, it immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.

Whether it was the Imperial Fists who were "fighting each other" or the auxiliary troops and elves who were doing weightlifting training, almost all of them stopped what they were doing and cast their eyes towards the center of the training area.

Their expressions were filled with curiosity and anticipation, and they moved towards the center, gradually forming an "encirclement", waiting for the upcoming exciting showdown.

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Seeing this, more than eighty Spartans including John fell into a brief silence.

They didn't know why Sigismund did this -

Is it a show of force?

But it doesn’t look like it.

Or is it simply a test of their strength?

No matter what the other party's purpose is, they must "respond to the challenge", otherwise they will be despised by everyone.

"I'll come first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a Spartan with the number "104" engraved on his Thor's Hammer armor jumped onto the metal arena without hesitation, like a cheetah ready to pounce.

The ring beneath his feet made a low "bang" sound, as if announcing the start of the duel.

"Fred! Come on!"

"Show our style!"

As comrade No. 104 came on the field, some active Spartans began to cheer him on.

In fact, after the Spartans completed all the transformation operations, they did engage in simulated combat with the Astartes.

However, the Astartes who trained with them followed the instructions of Dr. Halsey and always maintained a certain degree of restraint and propriety.

As a result, the Spartans were able to go back and forth with the Astartes in training, and even showed the potential to surpass the Astartes in some aspects.

现在
Faced with Sigismund's sudden "invitation to fight", even though they were not prepared in advance, they still had absolute confidence.

After all, Spartan No. 104, named Fred, is the most outstanding one among them in close combat.

now;

Fred did not launch a rash attack, but moved forward slowly, trying to find out Sigismund's rhythm through probing.

He knew very well that the reaction speed of the Astartes was like a "monster". Even with the assistance of the Thor's Hammer power armor, the Spartans could only barely keep up with the speed of the Astartes.

Sigismund was also wearing titanium power armor, which meant that his speed and strength had reached an unattainable level.

Therefore, Fred decided to use stillness to wait for his opponent to make the first move, and then rely on his own fighting skills and cleverness to decide the outcome in an instant.

but--

"Don't be too confident, kid!"

Sigismund's reminder was like a thunderclap exploding in Fred's ears.

Before he finished his words, Sigismund's figure had turned into an afterimage, so fast that it was difficult to catch. At the same time, his right fist was like a cannonball, hitting Fred's helmet accurately.

Buzz~Bang——!!

The loud noise of shield shattering and metal colliding instantly echoed in the training area.

thump--! !

Fred's body was like a kite with a broken string. He was knocked out of the ring by the punch and fell heavily to the ground. His limbs were spread out limply, and his face under the helmet had already fallen into a coma, like a collapsed statue.

Fortunately, Sigismund controlled the force and did not break the visor of Thor's hammer. However, even if Thor's hammer was damaged, the ship's engineers, especially the dwarf craftsmen, could repair it.

When Sparta saw that the one with the strongest fighting skills among them was killed instantly, he fell into silence.

Is Sigismund strong, or are all Imperial Fists this strong?

Faced with this scene, some Spartans even began to doubt themselves.
(End of this chapter)