Agrid and the Iron Hands (2)

"What's wrong with the law of the jungle? Flesh and blood are weak, while machines rise to the top! Is there anything wrong with that?"

Ferrus Manus asked the question coldly.

"Excuse my bluntness, Great Primarch, if this is the truth you've always believed, then the entire Medusa should have been wiped out long ago."

???

What is he saying?

"Agrid, I admit that your Uncle's departure has had a great impact on you, so I allow you to rephrase your words."

"A gentleman's word is as good as his bond, esteemed Primarch. That's all I have to say."

"If the strong of the clan didn't protect the weak and help them grow, where would the clan's inheritance and continuation come from?"

"If the law of the jungle is followed from the beginning, the first to perish will be the elderly, women, and children, and these will mean the history, culture, and future of the entire community."

"The reason why Medusa's civilization has continued to this day, and why the X Legion is so powerful and has reached its current size, is the best rebuttal to the Jungle Law that prevails within the entire Legion!"

"People know propriety, righteousness, integrity, and a sense of shame; they know how to protect the weak; they know the difference between justice and evil; and they have their own sense of right and wrong. If a person still follows the Jungle Law, then he himself is a pervert."

"Primarch, I have finished speaking."

Ferrus Manus didn't speak; he simply watched Agrid silently. As the Primarch, he could sense the anger of his Scions.

But for Ferrus Manus, that wasn't enough.

His reason for transferring Agrid to his Legion was not only because of Agrid's understanding of the relationship between humans and machines, but also for one more important reason.

That's his ability to stir up trouble.

Those who stir up trouble understand people's hearts best, and they see things most incisively.

The current atmosphere within the X Legion is like a pot of oil that's been heated to a boil.

That naked Social Darwinism, that Jungle Law, is like a raging fire, constantly tormenting the entire X Legion.

Ferrus Manus knew that if this problem wasn't solved, the entire X Legion would eventually be drained dry.

At that time, the Legion will face destruction.

So he asked the Eighth Legion for a spoonful of water, which he was going to throw into the oil pan.

Then Ferrus Manus asked another question.

"So that means you think there's a problem with the X Legion's mechanical modifications as well?"

"Yes, sir, in my opinion, those over-modified people of the X Legion can no longer be called human; they are more like Machine Freaks."

"You are insulting our soldiers."

"Isn't that because they're cowards? Or is it that the X Legion 'Legion culture is to throw those who can't fight into the Dreadnought and squeeze every last drop of their value out of them?"

"You dare call us cowards?!"

"When we were fighting for the Legion, risking our lives, you were still a stinking rat in the sewers of Nostramo!"

"Isn't that right? You all know how cruel the X Legion's Jungle Law is."

"If you can't go to the battlefield, you might be able to get past your comrades in arms, but you can't get past the test in your own hearts."

"You don't want to see yourselves being taken care of; you don't want to acknowledge your vulnerability because, in your long-held belief and in the Legion's culture, the weak have no value."

"Therefore you would rather use the most obsessive methods to turn your bodies into machines than step down and pass on your wisdom to future generations."

"Your courage, honor, and loyalty are commendable, but your actions are nothing short of cowardly!"

"Flesh and blood are weak and feeble, while machinery soars!"

Instead of continuing to argue, Agrid presented a proposal.

"Any of you want to come into the Octagon with me?"

???

This guy is absolutely insane.

What is he saying?

He actually dared to challenge all the most elite Company Commanders of the Iron Hands, and all of Company Commander were in a state of rage.

"Agrid, I understand that as a successor of the Evolutionists, you have your own principles and understanding, but are you being rational in your current actions?!"

While Ferrus Manus was well aware of the overall competence of everyone in the Eighth Legion, it was unrealistic for Agrid to think he could take on all of his company Company Commanders.

That's obviously impossible.

This is not a matter of rational analysis or victory or defeat.

This is a problem that simply cannot exist.

Ask any company Company Commander or combat hero in every Legion —who among them hasn't been through countless battles, who hasn't crawled out of piles of corpses?

What gives Agrid the right?

"Don't worry, sir, I have the ability to persuade the company Company Commanders."

Agrid knew he had already stirred up enough trouble.

Now we must use our fists to wake these Company Commanders up.

This is also his favorite part.

Agrid is the most outstanding mechanic in the entire Evernight Legion, and also the most terrifying berserker in the entire Legion.

His Psychic Power be summed up in one word.

Frenzy.

In his Frenzy state, all his attributes double.

And what's most commendable is that he can remain clear-headed.

In this state, Agrid's overall combat strength is terrifying.

"I'll fight you! I'll make you pay for your arrogance!"

Then...

Boom!

One minute later, a Company Commander was kicked out of the Octagon by Agrid.

"Continue."

Boom!

"Again!"

Boom!

Who else?

An eerie silence fell over the scene.

The scene was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

It's important to note that neither fighter wore Power Armour in this Octagon fight, meaning Agrid defeated all the challengers solely based on his combat experience and physical strength.

With that, Agrid has won six games in a row!

If they keep winning like this, where will the X Legion's reputation be?

I'll take you on!

After this period of fighting, the Company Commanders of the Iron Hands realized that Agrid was truly capable, not a liar and arrogant fool who spouted nonsense.

"The Primarch Guard, Morlock Guard, First Company Commander, Gabriel Santar, belonging to the Avini Clan's First Company."

"Agrid, a member of the Thirteen of the Council of the Long Night Evernight Legion, a mechanic."

No sooner had they finished speaking than the two started fighting.

At this moment, the members of the Iron Hands realized that Agrid had initially held back when he struck.

Agrid's attacks were not only fast, but also incredibly powerful.

Because the ground they were standing on had begun to sink!

"Stop!"

In the end, the two fought for a full three hours, but just when the outcome was about to be decided, Ferrus Manus spoke up.

With his insight, he could see that if they didn't call a stop soon, Santar was very likely to lose.

At that point, the entire X Legion would truly lose face.

"Our battle is not over yet; we will continue in three days!"

"Alright, I'll make you understand that physical evolution is the right path."

"Hmph! Flesh and blood are weak and vulnerable!"

After all the Company Commanders left, Ferrus Manus looked at Agrid.

Was your approach excessive?

"Isn't this what you asked me to do?"