The Knight King Faces the Terrifying Psychic Pressure of a Primarch's Soul

Campbell did not sit on his Mechanical Throne, nor did he descend to the ground. He stood in his Knight Mech, looking down at the approaching black-armored giant.

She saw him stop and look up at her.

Campbell, dressed in a green knight's outfit, looked at Nimrod with a sharp glint in his deep brown eyes.

Having received knightly training from a young age, his will is as strong as steel. Even the Ancestral Spirits within the Mechanical Throne cannot affect him. He wants to leave a deep impression on the Primarch.

The next moment, his body trembled slightly and his brain spun for a moment, the antelope milk he had drunk and the yak meat he had eaten that morning churning in his stomach.

Primarch rarely allow their powerful souls to manifest outwards; their transcendent power is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people's senses, posing a tremendous test to both body and mind.

As Beyonder, he is increasingly able to contain this power within his body, preventing it from affecting ordinary people.

But at this moment, he broke free of his shackles and revealed his hidden side.

Even Arsena, who was used to being with Nimrod, couldn't help but pause for a moment.

Campbell was pale. He turned his head away, relieved that the family knights wouldn't pry into his situation.

After a few seconds, he decided to speak, otherwise the knights would start to look at him suspiciously because the time was dragging on.

With astonishing willpower, Campbell kept his tone normal.

"Campbell, Knight King of the House Vicstrix family, the ruling family of the Daxos Binary System."

The Primarch gathered its powerful soul and then spoke.

"The Monarch Nimrod, Eleventh Legion, Primarch."

Unlike Campbell, he didn't give a lengthy self-introduction, nor did he bestow upon himself titles such as "Ruler of Vostonia" or "Conqueror of Persephone." He simply stated his position.

The knights and servants of the House Vicstrix all felt a power in the simple language.

Overlapping with the lingering horror in their minds, they even felt that Nimrod was taller than the Knight Mech.

Campbell realized that the Mechanical Throne could help him, and disregarding the noble etiquette inherited from his ancestors, he plopped down on the Mechanical Throne and quickly coupled with the neural interface.

When the Ancestral Spirits voices of his ancestors echoed in his mind, he was no longer agitated as before, but instead felt a strange sense of security.

"Campbell, don't be afraid, Grandpa is watching you."

"Campbell, be strong. You are the Knight King of the Vixatrix family, you are my offspring, and your great-grandfather doesn't want to see you so scared you wet your pants."

"..."

Campbell's newly formed goodwill vanished quickly, replaced by rising anger.

"Shut up!"

He almost blurted it out, but luckily he bit his lips tightly just before he opened his mouth.

Campbell felt anger dispel his fear; these old guys always helped him in such infuriating ways.

He is not a child, he is the Knight King, he does not need help.

Campbell stubbornly raised his head and looked at Nimrod.

"Nimrod, welcome. If you've come to visit my territory, then I'm very happy to welcome you."

"If you and your genetic offspring are as disrespectful as you, and expect me to bow down to you, that's absolutely impossible."

"Vixatrix rightfully possesses its ancient territory and military strength!"

He said loudly that he no longer felt pressure from Nimrod; he had overcome himself, he said in a resolute tone.

"Vixatrix serves only the God of All Machines; I will only submit to Mars!"

Nimrod chuckled softly and looked at Campbell.

"No, you will submit," he emphasized, "Submit to me."

A cacophony of voices echoed in the Knight King's mind, his ancestors provoking him in their own way.

"Campbell, give him a good kick in the ass. Who does he think he is?"

"Campbell, you must teach him a lesson; it is your duty as the Knight King."

"..."

Campbell agreed with his predecessors this time; he had to teach Nimrod a lesson, so he spoke in a provocative tone.

"If you want me to submit to you, you must engage me in a duel of honor, in the manner of a knight."

The Primarch looked at the Knight Mech, its multi-barreled machine gun on its mechanical right arm and the Thunder Gauntlet on its left arm, and couldn't help but think to himself.

[It's been a while since we've had an event, this is a good opportunity to participate.]

Nimrod smiled slightly, "Alright, let's begin."

Campbell remained silent. He didn't believe he would lose. The Daxos Glory was the most powerful Knight Mech, and only the legendary God-Machine could defeat him.

But the ease Nimrod displayed, along with the terrifying pressure left on him from before, still lingered in his mind.

He couldn't help but feel a strange sense of unease; could it be that he really couldn't defeat the so-called Primarch?

Campbell didn't want to believe it, but he didn't want to take the risk.

After pondering for a few seconds, the Knight King devised a foolproof plan.

"No, the honor duel I'm referring to consists of three matches."

"I will only submit to you after you win two matches."

Nimrod spoke confidently without a moment's hesitation.

"Very well, I hope you retain the honor of a nobleman, the dignity of a knight, and keep your promise."

"Of course, I will never break my promise."

"So, what do you want to compete in?"

Campbell decided to employ a strategy to ensure his victory.

"The Vixatrix is Knight Houses, and the Knight Mech are our partners."

"To convince me, you must demonstrate the ability to awaken the Knight Mech."

"In the first duel, I will send out the Sacred Maintainer, and you will also send out your subordinates. At the same time, we will awaken the two Knight Mech that have been dormant due to damage. The one that can maintain operation for the longest time will be the winner."

As soon as the Knight King finished speaking, a clamor arose in his mind, with several Ancestral Spirits loudly refuting him.

"No, we can't do that. It goes against the spirit of chivalry."

"It's unfair that the Sacred Maintainer are more familiar with Knight Mech than their own people."

"Unless one is Sage of the Adeptus Mechanicus, no one can surpass the Sacred Maintainer in this regard."

At the same time, there are opposing voices supporting Campbell.

"Winning a best-of-three series gives you a huge advantage."

"We are knights, but more importantly, we are nobles. This is the winning strategy of nobles: to exploit our advantages."

"That's right, even if it conflicts slightly with the code of chivalry, Campbell is the Knight King, and he can disregard those dogmas."

That's right, this is a strategy employed by the nobility.

Campbell stared at Nimrod, watching to see if he dared to accept the challenge.

"Can."

Nimrod turned his head and looked at the "Savant".

"Gabriel, it's yours now."

Campbell looked at the Tech Sergeant, who appeared to be only slightly closer to Omnissiah than the other Black Armored Warrior. He had a servo-driven Mechanical Arm on his back, but that was all.

His sanctification is not as great as that of the Sacred Maintainer, which was present in Vixatrix.

"Come with me."

"The cockpit door is closed," he said into the Communicator.

"Saul, prepare two damaged Knight Mech."

"You will represent me in an honorary duel against Astartes; the contest will be to repair the Knight Mech."

You must win.

A moment later, a synthesized mechanical voice came through the Communicator.

"Knight King, as you wish."