Invincible after death, but in Warhammer 40K

Along with the 1st Yarkalan Mechanized Infantry Regiment, tens of millions of Astra Militarum soldiers and hundreds of millions of PDFs would also depart. If the battle situation was still not reversed after the deployment of these troops, then they would likely be the last batch of troops sent to the Deadwood Sector.

Of course, although he already knew that he would be thrown into this dangerous war zone, Zhang Ge did not have the psychological pressure that the officers and soldiers of other troops had.

In the remaining time, he first ran to Calgar's door, intending to report his abilities, but he was driven out by the Victrix Honour Guard before he even saw anyone. Later, he had no choice but to run to Canoness Superior Blythe, but she only took a crucifix perfunctorily and casually scanned it before determining that there was nothing wrong.

Having no choice, after hope was shattered once again, Zhang Ge, who was watching the three-day deadline pass like years, could only continue to refine and open up new paths in the existing ways to seek death, in addition to eating at the homes of those Yarkalan Nobles.

Such days passed for a whole day, until Zhang Ge, who went to visit Amilia the next day, suddenly realized while spacing out:

That's right, didn't he harvest a batch of food and drink from the Sisters of Battle? Why not make use of it?

So, Zhang Ge, in the name of the 1st Mechanized Infantry Regiment, used some of the high-end food as a reward and began to hold a large-scale gladiator fight of a semi-entertainment nature.

At first, only people inside the Mechanized Infantry Regiment found a place to participate, but later, as more and more people watched, the scale quickly expanded to various remnant Astra Militarum legions and PDFs in Yarkalan.

And later, some officers from Astra Militarum allied forces who would be going to the Deadwood Sector together visited. After discovering this situation, the gladiator fight was further turned into a large-scale martial arts competition.

Perhaps it was to vent the pressure before stepping into hell, or perhaps it was to be able to enjoy a table of delicacies alone on a certain night, or perhaps it was just because they were too lazy to participate in daily training.

The "champions" of a large number of legions finally gathered together, and the champion of the 1st Yarkalan Mechanized Infantry Regiment was naturally Zhang Ge himself.

That's right, he was fighting with the intention that there were no eyes for swords and knives in the arena. Although it was not a formal fight to the death, he might be lucky enough to be killed by someone—considering the more than one hundred Power Armor-wearing Honour Guards responsible for guarding Zhang Ge, the probability of him actually going to kill heretics or gangs was probably far lower than the probability of dying due to an accident in the gladiator fight.

Standing in the waiting room, Zhang Ge looked at the list of players above and found many familiar words.

There were Kasrkin Veterans from a Cadian Regiment that had been stranded to this day, Catachan Jungle Fighters, and even the gladiator champion of the Ultramar Auxilia who had been transferred away from the Five Hundred Worlds in the name of "crew members" by the Ultramarines.

Perhaps in a few days they would be comrades entering the battlefield together, but at this moment, they were opponents standing on opposite sides.

Before long, it was Zhang Ge's turn to play.

He put on a set of standard bulletproof armor and took an unopened gladiator sword. Amidst the cheers of the Yarkalan soldiers beside him, he walked towards the arch-shaped entrance.

When he left that arch, some dazzling lights shone into Zhang Ge's eyes.

Above, the lighting lights, which had been specially adjusted to increase the brightness after application, were like a huge searchlight, shining down the white light beam vertically, illuminating this giant elliptical stadium that could accommodate about 400,000 people.

This was no longer in the previous gang-controlled area, but one of the formal large-scale stadiums in the upper Underhive of Sky Eagle Port. The previous games were held in various places in the lower Underhive, but the finals had developed to the point where they were enough to attract the attention of some higher-ups. They specially vacated a stadium for the finals.

Of course, this was definitely not without conditions. The game would be broadcast live. After all, the duel between top masters between legions not only had high viewing value but could also play a role in inspiring morale during this special period.

After Zhang Ge and his opponent entered the arena, the audience surrounding them erupted in rounds of roaring cheers. Although they might not know who Zhang Ge was at all, the atmosphere had been created to this point, and any small movement was enough to become an incentive for excitement.

Amidst all kinds of cheering with unclear meanings, after going through a series of processes such as player introduction, special corruption detection, and psychic suppression, the two opponents finally approached within ten meters.

Zhang Ge looked at the other party. Although the competition theoretically allowed the selection of most cold weapons, the other party chose a long sword like him, instead of the common spear.

His sword tip was diagonally downward toward the ground, his right hand held the lower half of the hilt, and his left hand was behind his right, holding the front half of the hilt.

The posture he was putting on should be the starting position of some kind of swordsmanship. Considering that he came from a feudal world infantry regiment, it was estimated that he was already a locally famous knight before joining the army.

But unfortunately, his opponent was Zhang Ge. It was far from enough to have only skills.

After signaling each other, the sound announcing the start of the competition rang out.

In just an instant, before the long sword in his hand could be swung, the tip of Zhang Ge's sword had already torn the chest armor part of his bulletproof armor, and a rough dent appeared on that ceramite plate.

Despite this huge force, the other party still adjusted his posture with muscle memory in that instant, and forcibly withstood the subsequent impact with the strength of his whole body to maintain body stability, while raising his sword, almost achieving a counterattack.

But after all, slow was slow. After the other party realized this, he also stopped the sword's momentum and admitted his defeat in surprise.

And this situation was not the first time it had happened.

Although the combat skills of these legion champions should have almost reached the peak that ordinary people could reach in all aspects, this was after all a close-quarters duel with cold weapons.

In this kind of duel, Zhang Ge had a great advantage in physical fitness. He was not in the same dimension as them. Except for the previous time when he had to temporarily avoid the edge when fighting a few Ogryns, the other situations were basically one-hit kills, relying on physical fitness to eat the opponent hard.

Zhang Ge's ranking gradually climbed in such duels. Just as he thought that this competition might end so boringly, an opponent who could make him feel a little pressure finally appeared.

The other party was not wearing armor. He was wearing a Red Bandana wrapped around his head, and his muscles were bulging as if they were about to burst through his skin. Almost every part of his exposed skin could be seen with scars.

He was a player from Catachan.

Although he had not formally fought yet, just the fact that he came from the infamous Catachan legion was enough to make Zhang Ge take it seriously.

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