bestfiction Chapter 526 Selection 2
Chapter 526 Selection 2
Then, the Astartes raised their voices again and roared, "The rest of you who aspire to join our Chapter, immediately remove your power armor and throw yourself into this life-or-death struggle!"
Their roars were like thunder, reverberating endlessly across the empty field, jarring the ears and aching the ears. The remaining 90,000-plus soldiers sprang into action amidst the roars, quickly removing their power armor and rushing toward those around them.
"I must join the Carcharhinus Chapter and become one of the indestructible and fearsome Astartes Space Marines! You ignorant fellow, get down now!"
A soldier's roar exploded in the air like thunder, making the eardrums of those around him buzz.
"Hmph! Stop your wishful thinking. I am the most powerful soldier in this camp! You guys, you're a bunch of overconfident people. Just give up as soon as possible! Stop struggling in vain!"
Another burly man retorted without showing any weakness.
In an instant, the entire venue was filled with roars of anger.
The soldiers, their eyes wide open and faces flushed, were filled with fervor. Like mad beasts, they madly waved their strong and powerful fists, rushing towards their opponents without hesitation. For a moment, fist shadows crisscrossed, strong winds howled, and the scene was in chaos.
Soldiers who reacted a little slower were hit in the vitals by the rain of fists before they could even make any defensive moves, and fell to the ground with screams.
Some of them curled up in a ball, holding their stomachs, while others rolled on the ground, covering their cheeks, their howls of pain resounding through the sky.
Those soldiers with superb fighting skills showed amazing strength. They were agile and flexible, and every punch landed on the enemy accurately.
As the dull sound of blows rang out, one soldier after another was ruthlessly knocked to the ground, completely losing the ability to continue fighting.
The Carcharodon Legion's previous method of selecting talent was extremely cruel and bloody. They would give each participating soldier a sharp weapon and then let everyone engage in a thrilling life-and-death fight with cold weapons.
In this brutal melee, only a small group of top masters who survived in the end were qualified to join the Man-eating Shark Regiment.
However, now that the Defense Forces have introduced new regulations, although each regiment is allowed to freely select outstanding talents, any unprovoked killing is strictly prohibited.
So while the fighting on the field was still fierce, at least there wouldn't be the horrific sight of rivers of blood and corpses strewn across the ground. This was why the Great Shark chose this method of hand-to-hand combat to recruit new recruits. Luck and strength were both extremely important, and neither could be missing.
Standing on the high platform, Tiberus was like a silent sculpture, quietly gazing at the fierce battle below.
His deep eyes were like a bottomless abyss, as if he could see through everything. On the battlefield, the shouts of killing and the sounds of flesh colliding resounded through the sky, interweaving into a thrilling melody.
Although some soldiers were seriously injured and had lost the ability to continue fighting, they still relied on their tenacious will and indomitable spirit, gritted their teeth, endured the severe pain that surged from their bodies like a tide, and struggled to get up from the dusty and bloody ground.
Every movement involved their wounds, bringing heart-wrenching pain, but they did not flinch. With a determined fire burning in their eyes, they resolutely threw themselves back into this selection fighting contest.
Tiberus observed the actions of the crowd with an expressionless face. When he noticed the indomitable will of the wounded soldiers, a barely perceptible smile of satisfaction quietly emerged on his stern face.
The smile was fleeting, but it was enough to show his sincere satisfaction and appreciation for the heroic performance of these soldiers.
Time flowed slowly and relentlessly like the sand in an hourglass. After nearly half an hour, the once bustling battlefield gradually quieted down.
At this time, the number of people still standing in the field was less than 10,000, and the rest of the soldiers were already exhausted and lying on the ground with wounds.
Some of them closed their eyes tightly, their faces as pale as paper; others gasped for breath and groaned weakly in pain, as if even breathing was an unbearable torture.
At this moment, Tiberus suddenly raised his arm and gently waved it towards an Astartes not far away. The Astartes noticed Tiberus's action and immediately understood his intention after seeing the gesture.
The Astartes opened his throat without hesitation and erupted in a deafening roar:
"stop!"
This roar was like a thunderbolt that split the sky, resounding throughout the field. Soldiers caught in the fierce battle were suddenly awakened by the sudden roar. They stopped what they were doing and looked around in astonishment, only to find that the ground was now covered with their former comrades groaning in pain.
The Astartes examined the group of soldiers in front of him with a sharp gaze, only to see that they were meticulously carrying out his orders. Seeing this, an imperceptible smile of satisfaction finally appeared on the Astartes' resolute and stern face.
He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with a faint smile, looking at everyone standing in the field, and then shouted loudly in a loud and majestic voice:
"Very good! You warriors who are still able to stand here have passed the test and successfully obtained the precious qualification to join our Carcharodon Regiment! I hereby extend my sincere congratulations to you!"
As the Astartes finished speaking, the soldiers who were still standing stubbornly in the field, although enduring unspeakable pain, felt joy in their hearts like a surging tide, instantly drowning all the painful feelings.
They endured the waves of pain in their bodies and were so excited that they raised their arms and shouted excitedly.
"Oh! That's great, I actually succeeded in joining the Carcharodon Regiment!" A soldier shouted at the top of his voice with a flushed face.
"Haha, I've also qualified to join the Man-Eating Shark Regiment. I'm so lucky!" Another soldier couldn't contain his inner ecstasy and shouted loudly.
For a moment, the entire venue was filled with the soldiers' cheers and applause. The sound was like a tsunami, one wave higher than the other, deafening.
However, in sharp contrast to this were the soldiers who were now lying on the ground in a mess, exhausted.
Their faces were pale, their eyes revealing endless pain and regret. Missing the opportunity to join the Carcharhinus Regiment was undoubtedly a heavy blow to these ambitious soldiers.
They secretly blamed themselves in their hearts, thinking that if they had gritted their teeth and persevered a little longer, perhaps they could stand here proudly like their other comrades and become a member of the Man-Eating Shark Regiment.
After the cheers in the arena gradually died down, Astarte continued, "Victor, put on your power armor and grab your weapons and equipment, and follow me!"