MM Racing Chapter 52 Instigation
Chapter 52 Instigation
"If it weren't for the urgent situation right now," Qin Mo said, looking at the tense scene below.
"They probably just want a duel for honor right now."
[Highly likely.]
The two sides are about three sentences away from "going to fight."
Qin Mo: "..."
Fine.
If they really start fighting, that would be quite a spectacle.
He didn't want to start fighting amongst themselves before even reaching Krafbahn.
"cough--"
Qin Mo coughed lightly, his voice not loud, but it carried a hint of pressure, like a bucket of cold water poured over everyone's heads.
Everyone looked up at the golden figure in mid-air.
"Gentlemen."
"The Emperor is watching you. It's best to avoid any unpleasantness among the Emperor's warriors."
"Personal grudges can be settled later after the battle against Chaos."
Golden eyes swept over everyone present, from Space Wolf to Dark Angel; everyone felt the power contained within that gaze.
"I'll listen to you, Brother Raphael," Gilles said.
Krashir was silent for two seconds, then nodded slightly.
Qin Mo nodded in satisfaction.
"very good."
The tense atmosphere froze temporarily after Qin Mo's words, but only "temporarily".
Although the space wolves withdrew their grip on their battle axes, their golden wolf eyes still occasionally glanced in the direction of the dark angel.
The dark angels, on the other hand, remained perfectly still, their formation impeccable, their eyes fixed straight ahead, displaying the standard "I didn't see you" attitude.
This "I ignore you" attitude is precisely what drives Space Wolf crazy.
Fortunately, Sister Genevieve stepped forward at the right time.
She led several nuns toward the Dark Angels' ranks and began to explain the current situation to Krashir.
This includes Qin Mo's identity, the abilities he demonstrated, and the group's destination—Kraf Bastion.
Viv's tone was devout and firm. When she spoke of Qin Mo, a thin layer of tears even welled up in her eyes, clearly showing that she genuinely regarded Qin Mo as an envoy sent by the emperor.
Krasher listened expressionlessly.
At the same time, Qin Mo landed in mid-air next to the Space Wolves' team.
Almost the instant he landed, Brod and Jill came over.
"Brother Qin Mo." Brod took a few steps closer and lowered his voice.
"These dark angels didn't do anything to offend you, did they?"
He asked cautiously.
This is extremely rare for an old wolf that has been sleeping in an iron coffin for hundreds of years.
But Brod had his reasons.
He knew very well what the Dark Angels were like—those strange masters in green armor, always speaking and acting with an unsettling arrogance, as if they were the smartest people in the entire galaxy.
And Qin Mo.
Although Brod hadn't spent much time with Qin Mo, he had already seen clearly that this "Brother Qin Mo" did things entirely based on his own whims.
I'll save you if I'm happy.
If they're unhappy, they might treat you the same way they treat those Chaos Space Marines—they'll rip your soul out and stuff it into that eerie flag.
If those speechless Dark Angels really angered Qin Mo, Brod could guess the outcome with his toes.
Either all the Dark Angels are wiped out, and their souls are collected.
Either Qin Mo walks away and does whatever he wants.
Either outcome would be disastrous for the current situation.
Therefore, Broad felt it was necessary to sound him out first.
Qin Mo naturally sensed the cautious worry in Brod's soul. He glanced at the old wolf and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
"It's alright."
"I'm not about to bother with a bunch of juniors."
He said it casually, but Brod understood the implication.
"Junior".
The Fourth Company of the Dark Angels has existed for at least several thousand years, and its commander, Krashir, has probably served for several hundred years. He is a formidable veteran who commands respect anywhere.
In Qin Mo's eyes, he was still a junior.
With most of his worries relieved, Brod's personality returned to its usual forthrightness; he grinned.
"Hey! Brother Qin Mo is so generous!"
"These dark angels are the most infuriating! If there's anything you don't like about them, just tell me, and I'll deal with them for you when I have time!"
These words sounded incredibly grand. But Jill, standing beside her, spoke up helplessly.
"Senior citizens."
Jill's voice carried a hint of gentle reminder.
"You're no longer in Dreadnought, and you don't have power armor anymore."
These words were like a bucket of cold water, and Broad's expression instantly froze.
That's right.
He no longer has the Dreadnought or the Power Armor.
Are you suggesting we go shirtless?
A look of annoyance crossed Broad's face; his brow furrowed and the corners of his mouth turned down.
Qin Mo took in the whole scene and couldn't help but chuckle.
This old wolf—
interesting.
"Brod," Qin Mo said.
Brod immediately looked at him.
"With the body I've healed," Qin Mo said with a half-smile, "even in hand-to-hand combat, dealing with their company commander would be a piece of cake."
Brod was taken aback.
"You can always find some time to have a glorious duel with them."
Qin Mo's lips curved into a smile, and a hint of amusement flashed in his golden eyes.
Brod was completely stunned.
He stared wide-eyed at the man in black robes in front of him, opened his mouth, and after a long while, finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.
"Brother Qin Mo, you... you actually know about the Glory Duel?"
He was genuinely shocked.
A battle of glories—this is a "tradition" between Space Wolves and Dark Angels.
Although it is recorded in the Empire’s military records, the details, meaning, and history behind this tradition are usually known only to those within the two legions.
Even most of the other Space Marines had only heard rumors of "Space Wolves and Dark Angels fighting."
Qin Mo, a self-proclaimed "transmigrator" from another world, actually knew this.
Brod's awe of Qin Mo deepened at this moment.
How much more does this person actually know?
Qin Mo chuckled inwardly at Brod's shocked expression, but remained outwardly composed.
"What I want to know, I will naturally find a way to know."
"However, I'm just reminding you that with your current strength, defeating them would be a piece of cake."
These words made Brod's heart skip a beat.
He clenched his fists instinctively, feeling the power surging up from the depths of his bones.
Just how strong is his reconstructed body, which possesses power far exceeding that of his peak period?
An irresistible itch welled up from the very core of my being.
He wanted to fight.
His eyes unconsciously turned towards the direction of the Dark Angel, staring at the company commander named Krashir.
but--
Broad took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the impulse.
He knew it wasn't now.
The Cardia is burning, and the armies of Chaos are lurking all around, their target the Kraf Bastion, the last line of defense for humanity.
Personal grudges can wait.