The Octagon Fights Back

When the reinforcements arrived and heard the Night Lords say they could choose their own location, everyone instinctively looked at Laxus and Weiss.

Although the two were somewhat reluctant, they still stepped forward.

It's obvious these guys want to fight in the Octagon again.

Then, somewhat reluctantly, the two stepped forward and reluctantly explained the rules of the competition.

"Octagon ring matches, no Power Armour, no Power Swords, can be a series of matches."

"Of course, if you feel it's not good that Power Armour and Power Swords are banned, you can use them."

"In a duel, it's best to stop when you've made your point, is that alright?"

Octagon?

The Night Lords wanted to laugh when they heard Laxus explain the rules of the arena.

After the death of their Gene-Father, the entire Eighth Legion split into different factions of varying sizes.

These fighting gangs' daily entertainment consisted of the Octagon.

However, their Octagon entertainment is much more extensive, as it incorporates many bizarre and cruel tortures.

If it's simply a matter of fighting in the Octagon as they say, then the Night Lords has nothing to fear.

But what these Night Lords didn't know was that Laxus and Weiss had gone from being the Octagon Twin Stars to becoming the Octagon Grand Masters.

This matter is quite perplexing.

It's no exaggeration to say that these two people have spent at least seventeen or eighteen years in the Octagon, if not twenty.

Both of them had developed their own insights and understandings within the Octagon, and sometimes when they joined forces, a strange Psychic Power fluctuation would occur.

Then, based on the suggestions of the Thirteen-Person Group, the two of them gave this Psychic Power a name.

It doesn't sound very good, but it does sound like the real thing.

The Death Octagon Domain.

Simply put, once their Psychic Power signals match, their combined strength is sufficient to join the Evernight Legion.

Therefore, in conclusion, these Night Lords are doomed.

"By the way, how many Octagon are you planning to prepare?"

How many do you want?

Laxus thought for a moment and then asked for five.

The four of them each took one, and the remaining one was given to the rest of the team as a form of entertainment, to help them stretch their muscles.

Soon, the five Octagon were moved to one of the largest squares.

Now all the Night Lords of the Punishment Star know this.

This is not a simple exchange of skills, but a full-blown contest.

As members of the Eighth Legion, it would be impossible for them not to have a competitive spirit.

Even the Night Haunter received the news.

"What? They're going to have Octagon match against the people from the Midnight Reapers?"

"Yes, Father, should I go and stop them?"

Sevatar now feels a little embarrassed.

Those who came to support the Father of Night had just dealt with a wave of Chaos Daemons; they were, after all, allies and guests who had come from afar.

The way the Night Lords is doing this clearly shows his lax management of his subordinates; it's going to be very embarrassing if word gets out.

However, the Night Haunter was somewhat pleased with this outcome.

"It's alright. Since they want to spar, let them spar. It'll also be a good opportunity for me to see the difference between the two."

"However, Sevatar."

"What is it, Father?"

"I only have one requirement for you, and that is that you cannot participate in the arena matches."

"Why?"

"As the company Company Commander of the First Company of the Eighth Legion, what are you doing here? Not only can't you go, but no other company Company Commander can go either. This is a military order, understand?"

Sevatar nodded solemnly.

My father was indeed thinking further ahead.

If a high-ranking commander of the Legion were to participate in such a battle, it would indeed damage the Legion's reputation.

"Come on, let's go take a look together."

Watching the Night Haunter and the Prince of Crows leave, Urtana could no longer hold back.

"Urtana, what are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing, sir. I was just thinking about something happy."

Han Mingxuan smiled and shook his head. "There aren't many things that can make you laugh, but it seems you really are."

Then Han Mingxuan and Urtana arrived at the square.

However, because they arrived a little late, they saw a group of people sitting on one side of the square as soon as they got there.

He wasn't wearing Power Armour, and his face was covered in bruises.

Then another group of people flew out.

Meanwhile, the few people standing Octagon were having an incredibly enjoyable time.

Now they fully understand why the veterans of the Thirteen-Person Group enjoyed fighting in the Octagon with others.

At the same time, they also understood what the senior members of the Thirteen-Person Group meant by "fishing for easy kills" and "bullying noobs."

This Octagon is great! We should definitely try this Octagon!

If you don't fight, and I don't fight, how will the Recruits grow up?

"Does anyone else want to continue?"

After more than a dozen rounds of sparring, nearly a hundred Night Lords are now sitting in the square, all of them beaten to the ground.

The Night Lords stared at the five Octagon, utterly bewildered.

The five people defending those Octagons are incredibly strong.

According to the Chapter's battle records, the Night Lords can say with absolute certainty that they were not fighting against the Space Marines.

They're basically fighting Sigismund.

Five Sigismunds!

No, it's over 200 Sigismunds!

Apart from those four, no one else could compare to Sigismund.

However, because this mission to support the Father of Night was of paramount importance, the training these people underwent before coming here nearly cost them their lives.

Therefore, the Night Lords were correct in judging that hundreds of Sigismunds had come together.

Of course, the four people left the deepest impression on the Night Lords.

The person in the fifth Octagon was at least taking turns attacking one-on-one, but the people in the other four Octagons were simply too tough to beat!

The fifth person in the Octagon went round after round; even if they lost, it was just a personal issue.

But the four people in those four Octagon in front of us were like monsters.

We can't win. We simply can't win.

This time, losing isn't just an individual problem; it's a problem of the Legions, a problem of the gap between the two Eighth Legions!

The Night Lords truly loathed those four menacing fellows.

The youngest of the three commanders doesn't look to be more than 30 years old.

But he happens to be the strongest of the four, so strong that... it's incomprehensible.

And then there's that retired Retired Veteran who claims to be Civil Servant.

I almost kicked them to death, thinking they were rats.

Not only did he have a muscular physique after removing his Power Armour, but his reaction speed and combat awareness remained unchanged.

Besides these two monsters, there are two more that are even more monstrous.

These two guys acted like they were at home in the Octagon.

The two guards in the Octagon would have to exchange a couple of blows before they could get out.

So, if those two guards go inside the Octagon, they'll be kicked out in less than a minute.

What if the Night Lords asked his comrades how they were defeated?

Then the Night Lords, who has already been kicked out, will give a very bizarre answer.

The Octagon can be dangerous.

At first, the Night Lords didn't believe it, but when they flew out of the Octagon, they were convinced of the answer.

If we're talking about monsters, those two are the real monsters.

No one could see their movements from inside the Octagon, but they were still forced out.

They knew the Octagon hadn't survived simply because the other side could use the environment inside the Octagon to beat them to a pulp.

But that's the weirdest part.

The Octagon is a separate fighting device designed to eliminate environmental interference.

What kind of environment is there in Octagon?!