He promised to become a knight, but what the heck is Astartes?

"In the vast abyss, countless lost civilizations from different eras are buried. Each civilization is unique, and their extraordinary systems are naturally different as well."

Augustus's voice was calm, as if he were recounting his experiences in the abyss.

"The extraordinary systems of our world's civilization are wizards and knights, who strengthen themselves by absorbing extraordinary spirits and comprehending the laws of the elements."

"But some civilizations are different. They do not rely on supernatural beings, nor do they believe in gods. They believe that the human body has limitations and is fragile..."

"So they started replacing bones with steel, joints with gears, and hearts with energy cores, eventually becoming a superhuman. The strength of a superhuman depends on the power of the parts they replace."

Upon hearing Augustus's explanation, Taylor also gasped.

"I can't believe such a civilization still exists in this world..."

Augustus shook his head and said calmly:

"But as it turns out, they failed. How can one resist the corruption of the abyss demons without a god?"

Augustus sat back down at his brass desk, sighed, and looked utterly exhausted. He then gave the instructions:

"You lead the team to support Gwen and the others. Under no circumstances should the Cult of Blood obtain anything from the lost civilization ruins..."

"These lunatics are obsessed with physical transformations, which is the opposite of this lost civilization. If they were to obtain the technology from the ruins, the Blood God Cult would experience a qualitative leap in strength, which would be a disaster for both the Northern Territory and the Empire."

"understand!"

Taylor stood at attention and saluted, a hint of fighting spirit flashing in his eyes. He hadn't had his fill of fighting today.

These rats of the Blood God Cult will be torn to shreds and purified by Taylor!

"By the way, about Rorschach's arrangements."

Just as Taylor was preparing to lead his team on a night-long raid, Augustus stopped him, saying with a hint of relief in his expression:

“Rorschach’s strength has improved even faster than I expected, so I can give him more experience. After the Winter Hunting Cup, you can accompany him to the Knight’s Baptism.”

"It's time to let this kid see the true strength of our War Church..."

Taylor was taken aback upon hearing this, but then he was overjoyed. It seemed that he was about to have a junior brother!

"However, should Rorschach really participate in the Winter Hunting Cup under the name of Khorne?"

Taylor's expression was worried, after all, the Winter Hunt Cup was not an internal competition of their War Academy.

There are no restrictions on strength; even an Earth Knight could pretend to be weak and try to participate in the competition for fun.

Moreover, the Crimson Merchant Guild may have already learned of Luo Xia's information. Having suffered such a great loss, they will definitely seek revenge.

"Flowers in a greenhouse cannot withstand wind and rain. Since he has such talent, let him hunt to his heart's content in the Winter Hunting Cup."

Augustus shook his head, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes, and slowly said:

"The geniuses of our Church of War have always climbed to the throne by stepping over the corpses of their enemies."

"And even if the sky falls, our War Church will hold it up for him!"

"All Rorschach has to do is..."

Become the strongest step by step!

Chapter 109 The Formation of a Battle Group, Rorschach's Ambition (September 13th ~ Seeking first subscriptions and monthly tickets, thank you!)

The North, a land of extreme cold.

A vast cave, buried a thousand meters underground, has been transformed into a purgatory filled with flesh and blood, and various one-eyed pustules.

The surrounding air was filled with a dark green mist, and the stench was overwhelming.

This is a secret branch of the Blood God Cult within the Northern Territory.

"boom!"

"Useless! They're all fucking useless!"

With a loud bang, a man sitting on a blood-red skull throne, wearing a horned demon mask, shoved the woman off him, his expression filled with rage.

The other party was none other than the Crimson Bishop Akri Tuan of this bloody branch.

"My Abyssal Beacon and Crimson Blood Beast! He can't even handle such a trivial matter with Valus, he deserves to die!"

Acrylic roared, unable to vent the rage in his chest even though he knew Valus was dead.

"Get your head down!"

Acrylic waved his hand, and the woman he had pushed away immediately lowered her head, crawled under him, and began to vent her anger on him.

"Hiss~, have you found out who did it?"

Acrylic leaned against the blood-red throne, squinted, and asked in a cold voice.

"According to the intelligence sent back by our informants in the Imperial Security Bureau, the blood-red holy flames and the life magnetic field remaining at the scene indicate that the one who took action was the Church of War."

"And today someone saw the 3rd Company of the 7th War Knights leave the War Spire."

A woman wearing a white faceless mask, standing to the left of the acrylic, explained in an extremely cold voice.

"Ha, it's that old codger Augustus again!"

Acrylic snorted coldly, his anger flaring up again. He stood up and grabbed the woman, venting his rage.

"Based on our careful investigation and the intelligence we bought from Mysterio, our base was discovered entirely because of a fighter named 'Khorne' at the Night Owl Arena."

"The other party's true identity is very likely that of Luo Xia, the A-level genius recently recruited by the Church of War."

"And because the other party had a conflict with our people, Taylor found some clues."

Upon hearing Bai Wumian's report, Acrylic frowned. It turned out that his stronghold had been destroyed simply because his men had a conflict with a quasi-knight?

What a joke!

When did the Church of War become so protective of its own?

"Fine, whoever it is, this debt must be settled, otherwise they'll think our Blood God Cult is afraid of their War Church!"

Acrylic pushed the woman away, stood up abruptly, and his scarlet magnetic field exploded, causing piles of rubble to fall from the underground world.

"The Abyss Beacon is lost, so my plan to teleport directly into the ruins has failed. In that case, let's use the most primitive method!"

Acrylic looked around and gave the order to one person.

"Red Skull, you immediately lead your Hydra squad into that abyssal rift through the regular entrance. No matter the cost, you must retrieve a relic of the 'Mechanical Ascension' civilization!"

"Yes, Your Excellency."

The man in the red skull mask immediately bowed and accepted the order, then quickly led his men away.

"As for revenge against the Church of War, and that damn genius named Rorschach... hehehe."

A cruel glint flashed in Acrylic's eyes, as if he could see the endless wails of people after his masterpiece was completed.

"Faceless, go and wake up Scarlet Seven. Isn't the Winter Hunting Cup in three days?"

"Then I'll show them what kind of creature truly is the strongest hunter in the deep forest..."

……

"boom!"

Adras City, War Spire, second basement level, War God Training Grounds.

"Stop, stop, stop! I'm not playing anymore!"

Clyde was sent flying several meters away like a flying man, tumbling several times in the air before he could barely regain his balance.

Seeing the young man opposite him charging towards him with his halberd raised high, he waved his hands repeatedly.

It's really hard to fight back. If I hit hard, I'm afraid I'll hurt the other person. If I don't hit hard, I'll be beaten and suppressed.

How can there be such a frustrating sparring partner in this world!

"Brother Luo Xia, you're really amazing."

Anderson watched the battle from the sidelines, marveling at the spectacle, while also pondering how to recruit Rorschach into their Ironblood Legion.

At the edge of the training field, Laurence, Ryan, and the others were all dumbfounded, looking at Rorschach as if he were a freak.

Early this morning, Rorschach was taken to the training ground by Taylor to spar with the Ironblood Legion.

Taylor himself had important matters to attend to and would not be in Adelaide City for the three days of classes.

Therefore, the task of guiding Rorschach naturally fell to Anderson and others.

Originally, none of them wanted to spar with Luo Xia, but seeing his sincere attitude and remembering his sword strike yesterday, they decided to join in.

As a devoted fan, Clyde insisted on being the first to go on stage, eager to witness his idol's prowess.

But what about the results?

Rorschach didn't even have that terrifying blue greatsword; he just used a halberd, yet he still managed to suppress Clyde, a high-ranking knight!

"Brother Clyde, you flatter me."

Luo Xia smiled slightly, and he also had a direct feeling about his own strength.

Without using any cheat mechanisms, relying solely on its own four-dimensional attributes, all of which are over 17 points, and the extraordinary power of the Black Dragon's Eternal Silence.

Luo Xia does possess a certain burst of power typical of high-ranking knights at this moment, but it is not sustainable.

After all, if Clyde's life magnetic field were fully activated, it would be difficult for Rorschach to defeat him even without using the "hanging" mechanism.

"Next, who's up?"

Anderson looked at Oscar and Ryan, along with several other high-ranking knights, and asked them questions as well.

This……

The group looked at each other, none of them really wanting to spar with Luo Xia.

After all, the scene of Clyde being crushed just now was still flashing before his eyes. Wouldn't it be asking for trouble if he went up there?

"Why are they all mute? How come an old soldier is afraid to spar with a prospective knight?"

Anderson roared, and Ryan immediately stepped onto the court to spar with Rorschach.

"Watch closely, everyone. It's your good fortune to be able to spar with a genius like Luo Xia!"

"Don't take your blessings for granted. Look at Rorschach's skills, his strength and speed, and think carefully about whether you've actually put in the effort to practice your breathing techniques."