Fighting in the Octagon

"All the elite Eighth Legion challenge the predecessors of the Council of the Long Night!"

He emphasized the last two syllables very heavily.

In their view, these people had made no contribution to the Imperium, achieved nothing, and were merely so-called royal guards who were close to the Primarch because of their native Nostramo bloodline.

They hadn't even undergone Astartes modification surgery; they were Civil Servant, they didn't understand the Legions.

They were of no use other than rigidly applying the provisions of the Evernight Code to punish them.

"Your statement is unwise, Commander."

"This is for glory and redemption, senior."

"Your statement is unwise," Cyrion stepped forward and repeated Sevatar's words.

Can 13 people fight against 20,000?

It seems that they haven't really gotten serious since they graduated from Trazyn's training.

Hopefully, this commander won't act impulsively, or things could get really messy.

Although killing 20,000 people would be troublesome, in a hand-to-hand combat scenario, given their physical condition, 20,000 people wouldn't be able to hold out.

Then I'll inevitably get nagged by my Uncle again.

They say things like, "He possesses a sharp weapon, and his murderous intent arises spontaneously," and so on.

In their eyes, Han Mingxuan was a gentle person, even a tender person, but being too gentle could make him somewhat indecisive.

Just like this Evernight Code, in their view, according to the Nine Laws, some people stipulated in the Evernight Code are perfectly entitled to be executed.

They survived because their Uncle showed them mercy during the legislative process.

It is precisely for this reason that the Uncle also requires them to restrain their violence and aggression with kindness in their daily lives.

Therefore, they have been unable to take the initiative.

They are genuinely scared now; what if they accidentally hurt these people?

"So, soldiers of the Eighth Legion, do you think the same way?"

"I challenge you, sir!" Weiss was the first to step forward.

"And me!" Laxus stepped forward.

Count me in.

"Me too!"

In the end, a total of 8,000 people gathered to challenge them.

"You're a bunch of cowards, a bunch of cowards who only know how to bully the weak."

It's Agrid.

Among the 13 people, he was actually the most unique.

When facing his brothers, he is somewhat honest, even a little dull.

However, when facing enemies, Agrid will fully reveal his berserker form as Master of Machines and Master of Munitions.

He was the most prized disciple of the Two Nostramo Sages.

"Look at this, the Eighth Legion has 20,000 men. How many of them dare to step forward and challenge us now?"

Less than half.

"As Sevatar said, you are probationers, but more than half of you are fucking cowards!"

"So, you want the Primarch to believe, you want the Judges of the Eternal Night Justiciar Legion to believe, that you will truly repent?"

"You lack even the most basic courage, yet you want to follow the Primarch and be loyal to the Imperium?"

"Cowards like you would be second-rate raw materials even if you were thrown into Nostramo's fertilizer plant!"

"Or do you think that only the Law of Decimation can ignite your fighting spirit?"

"No self-awareness, no autonomy, no guts! Do you deserve to be loyal to the Primarch, to the Imperium?"

One of Agrid's berserker attributes is "stirring up trouble."

It's also their favorite attribute.

Because in their view, according to the Nine Laws of the Night Bats, they would not lay a hand on those who should have died, and they would simply keep up with the line to survive.

But because of Agrid's existence, they cannot survive.

Because Agrid is a fishing expert.

However, there was an unwritten rule when the Evernight Code was first established.

If dealing with potential violent perpetrators, entrapment operations are permitted to prevent problems before they arise and eliminate future threats.

"Damn it, I'm going to take you to the Octagon!" Laxus couldn't take it anymore.

Count me in!

You can say other things, but you can't say he's unworthy of the Primarch.

He was the first to greet the Primarch, and the Primarch remembered his name. He couldn't let the Primarch lose face, even in front of his personal guard.

"If you've got ambition, come with me, lads."

This newcomer is going to have a really tough time.

The moment Sevatar walked into the Octagon, everyone knew he was going to get serious.

For them, removing their armor meant not killing.

Therefore, provided they don't kill or maim their opponents, they will inflict the maximum possible punishment.

"I'll give you both a handicap. If you can hold onto me for 10 minutes, you might as well skip the bar exam."

In fact, the two of them really did last for 10 minutes.

Or rather, Sevatar deliberately tormented them both for 10 minutes, both mentally and physically, from the inside out.

So much so that after 10 minutes, both of them looked at Sevatar with a hint of fear in their eyes.

Who else?

"I'll do it!"

"Looks like we'll need to prepare a few more cages," Shen said slowly. He then brought over a few more Octagon. Afterward, they removed their armor, stored it in their spatial storage, and went inside.

"Come on, Recruits," Agrid said.

"Father, something terrible has happened!"

"What's the rush, Alajos?"

"The Eighth Legion has started fighting."

They started fighting?

Could it be internal strife?

"You all assemble your troops and remain stationary. I'll go take a look first and await my orders."

"Yes!"

Curze had only been back for a few days, and as the Big Brother, he couldn't allow any uncontrollable problems to arise in Curze's Legion. This was crucial for both his brother and the Imperium.

Of course, the other Legions besides the Dark Angels also received the news.

"Father, we just received news that the original troops of the Eighth Legion have clashed with the Thirteen-Person Group of the Eternal Night Justiciar Legion."

"Let's go take a look." Dorn led Sigismund toward the Eighth Legion.

At the same time, Primarch including the Blood Angels, the Emperor's Children, and the Space Wolves all put down their work and rushed over.

Their brother was the Grand Inquisitor, their brother's personal guards were Judges, but their brother's Legion was composed of criminals; on this point, they shared a consensus.

That is, these people are not easy to manage. If Curze can't control them, there will be big trouble, so they will step in to help when necessary.

They just didn't expect this necessary moment to arrive so soon.

When they arrived at the scene, they witnessed a completely different scene that they would never forget.

The entire Eighth Legion, numbering 20,000 men, stood in neat rows in front of the 13 Octagon.

Each time the Octagon is opened, a varying number of Space Marines go inside, and then less than five minutes later, these Space Marines are thrown out and slammed to the ground.

At this moment, they shared a common guess.

Could this be the Thirteen-Person Group Council of the Long Night?

"Looks like you guys aren't as strong as you claim, you cowards."

There are still people stirring up trouble?