Lunatics

"Hopefully they understand that excessive mechanical modifications are not the optimal solution."

"In fact, sir, it would be even better if you removed your metal hands."

Ferrus Manus looked at his hands; he wanted to remove the metal hands, but he couldn't.

"Furthermore, regarding the Jungle Law within the Legion, my lord, this requires your reform."

"Let's take it one step at a time. First, let them understand that their bodies are not weak and helpless."

Agrid nodded, prepared to continue fighting these people.

However, it was clear that Agrid, who had been educated by Han Mingxuan to be too normal, had completely underestimated the extent of the fanaticism among the other Legion members of the Imperium.

Like Agrid now, he is genuinely quite tired.

"Seriously, Santar, you're here again?"

I told you, I would beat you!

"We draw every time we play, and it's still a draw the next time. Why do you always have to beat me?"

"You upheld the honor of the X Legion, and I thank you for that, but my defeat cannot be tolerated!"

Santar could tell that the reason he and Agrid had tied was because that guy was holding back.

He knew about Defensio from the Seventh Legion.

His personal abilities are so strong that even Sigismund felt inferior to him.

As for Defensio, if it weren't for the brief history of the Legion, he would be virtually unknown, let alone a renowned mechanic like Agrid.

Therefore, there is only one reason from beginning to end.

He was able to fight to a draw because his opponent was deliberately holding back.

This is an unacceptable disgrace for Santar.

He has to win it back.

"What's the point? Santar, the facts have proven you can't beat me, no matter how you change, you can't beat me."

"This only proves that my approach to reform is flawed!"

Well!

Boom!

Before Santar could react, Agrid slapped him, sending Santar flying.

But it was this one palm strike that shocked the entire Iron Hands.

What kind of power is this?

"No, that's impossible!"

"Looks like I did go a bit too far; you're not quite sober right now."

They were all knocked to the ground, and they still say it's impossible.

Soon, news of Agrid's combat performance reached Ferrus Manus's ears.

Immediately afterwards, Ferrus Manus summoned Agrid to court alone.

"Your Excellency Primarch, do you have any instructions?"

"I want to know how strong you are?"

This Agrid.

"I haven't used my full strength yet, so I don't know exactly how powerful I am."

"What if we draw an analogy based on the Imperium's combat units?"

"The Adeptus Custodes Centurion has no pressure."

Although Uncle Orikan said that his 13 men could easily defeat the Adeptus Custodes, it's always good to be humble when you're out in the world.

But no matter how modest he was, his words took on a completely different meaning in Ferrus Manus's ears.

The 13 members of the Council of the Long Night were far stronger than they had imagined.

"Could you tell me about your daily training?"

"Of course, besides live-action combat, we also do Search, Fight, and Extract regularly. Naturally, we train with the Boss, since even though the Boss's Inquisitor, sometimes he still has to go to the battlefield."

"Practice with Curze? Can you keep up with Curze's pace?"

"Yes, I've been able to keep up from the very beginning."

"At the beginning? When are you talking about the beginning?"

"In the current Imperium's common terminology, this is the period of Old Nostramo."

What?!

They had already been training with Curze during the Old Nostramo era, and were completely on par with Curze's speed.

Are you sure you're not talking nonsense?

"What are you talking about? What's there to hide about daily training?"

Ferrus Manus remained silent for a long time before asking a crucial question, a question he considered a measure of combat strength.

Who do you think is stronger, you or Valdor?

Valdor?

"You mean the Adeptus Custodes Marshal?"

"Yes, that's him."

Agrid fell silent, then he thought for a moment.

"If it's just a friendly spar, and I go all out, I should be able to clean his ears. But if it's a life-or-death struggle, I might get seriously injured."

"Of course, that doesn't mean we're weak in combat; after all, I'm a technical expert."

Technical talent???

Is this considered poor combat strength?

???

Is that correct?

Could a skilled technician really take down Valdor?

Are you kidding me?

What kind of Thunderous discipline is this?

How did the Nostramo people manage that?!

"Agrid?"

"What's wrong, Primarch?"

When will Nostramo begin its next conscription?

Ah, this...

"Aren't we discussing the X Legion and my personal matters?"

That's a different issue.

"I don't know about that. Recruiting is usually handled by Animus; he coordinates and plans with Shen."

"Animus?"

"Yes, he's a master at stirring things up, much better than me."

???

Isn't your situation considered extremely malicious?

"Then... could you tell me about the Animus?"

"What's there to say about him? His methods were a bit dirty. Let's not talk about it."

Ultimately, Ferrus Manus failed to obtain any information about Animus from Agrid.

As for asking Russ directly?

Stop joking.

That guy treasures Animus like the back of his hand, unwilling to reveal even a single detail.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have asked Agrid.

"Agrid! I challenge you!"

Hearing the familiar voice outside, Agrid glanced at Ferrus Manus with a hint of helplessness.

Ferrus Manus's gaze, however, was unfocused.

"Ahem, Agrid, you and Curze are brothers, right? Please be lenient with my Scions. I have other matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving now."

"..."

Okay, okay, I didn't expect you to have such Iron Hands. Very good, excellent!

"Damn it! If we don't get serious, these crazy people are going to drive me crazy!"

Boom!

Within half an hour, Agrid had defeated everyone who tried to challenge him.

Incidentally, I used my mechanical knowledge to add some bugs to these people's modified limbs.

Of course, that's not all; he also dealt with the Adeptus Mechanicus Priests who had modified them.

The Adeptus Mechanicus Priests, seeing Agrid's fist which was bigger than their own faces, obediently fell asleep.

Agrid was helpless; these fanatics were using all sorts of illegal drugs like they were free, just to challenge him.

Before any results are even achieved, these people will likely be brought down by the side effects of the medication.

"If only Madian were here, he could give these guys a shot one by one, and I could finally have some peace and quiet."

"Uncle, I really hope you come back soon. These people aren't just troublemakers anymore, they're obsessed. I can't teach them up."

Sure enough, if Uncle wants to come back, it'll still be about fighting Anti-Corruption. He should just stick to his old profession; after all, he's a Judge!