Aaron, the master said is right, I should teach you some combat skills.
According to the fourth edition of "Marulag New Recruit Training Regulations", an Imperial soldier should have qualified shooting skills and be proficient in using the standard weapons of the Empire.
It's just that this era lacks firearms, so I can only teach you the skills of close combat and archery shooting.
First, let's start with the first point -
Marulam serious describes the training program, he said more and more, Aaron's face gradually become more rigid.
Stop, stop, I've analyzed Esther's combat skills. All you need to do is teach me how to dodge powerful and heavy axe strikes, as well as how to quickly close in on an enemy, determine which areas can cause permanent injury and disable them.
That's a big guy with a big build. You're telling me to start from the very basics, but it's too late now.
Faced with Aaron's question, Marulam was at a loss. As a native of Marulag, he was unaccustomed to dealing with situations that went beyond the regulations.
He would be momentarily hesitant, then——into a state of madness and excitement while maintaining composure to achieve his goal.
Reflected in his time of dominating the world, he had the time to clap his hands together and shout "Emperor bless" during the interval between shots.
Few other limit warriors possess such an ability, and his idol, Titus, is even more powerful, always in that state.
According to the few memories he had of meeting Titus, the latter mentioned a strange advanced state that might be called, divine grace.
As if it was the Emperor who whispered in his ear.
Back then, Titus was terrifyingly strong.
Marulam had never experienced that state, but he did indeed enjoy firing the bombardment gun to the fullest, while his calm mind accurately counted the number of shots fired from the bombardment gun.
So it has solved a lot of crises.
Marulam's gentle eyes grew serious, and he raised his hand, lifting the chainsaw sword high.
"I'm not used to axes, mostly chaos cultists use them."
He muttered, his chainsaw sword in hand unactivated, just straight down to attack.
His body, from the waist down to the legs, did not provide any power for this move, and the speed of the downward slash was visible to the human eye.
However, the awe-inspiring momentum of this move caused Aaron to feel like there was a giant iron golem charging towards him, seemingly unavoidable.
It was like a whole sky pressing down, how could there be any escape?
The chainsaw sword rested firmly on Aaron's scalp. To be honest, the gap between the rotating blades was not sharp; it was even a bit dull.
At this moment, it feels like some kind of cold tool is massaging your scalp, which is quite comfortable.
A good thing about baldness is that the scalp is easy to stimulate, which activates the brain and prolongs life.
Marulam was taken aback: "A normal Imperial soldier could avoid such an attack. I've precisely controlled the force and even judged the speed of your body. Aaron, you need to concentrate."
Aaron felt embarrassed and slightly bent down, avoiding the attack by circling around and touching his bald head:
"Sorry, I had a knee-jerk reaction to try and dodge. After that, the thing was just pressing against my head," he pointed to the gap between the blades of the chainsaw sword, "actually quite pleasant. Is there anyone brave enough to use this weapon to cut hair in the future?"
Marulam drew a sharp breath. If this individual were not the Emperor's first son, but a common Imperial soldier, he believed the political commissar would be on his way now, bullets being stuffed in the magazine and the trigger pulled rapidly.
"Father," he whispered in prayer, "I suspect that the prince is not of normal human character."
Hmm? Why does he say "also"
Could it really be that the Emperor's line has such a strong constitution that later the Primarchs also each had their own illnesses?
Aaron didn't quite catch what he was saying, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes and said:
"Keep coming, I will focus this time. There's nothing I can't do!"
Aaron's eyes opened again, as if he had entered a dream where he visualized himself being in the right state as he should be.
He could barely swing the chainsaw sword and hold his own against the Primarch Liao Jia, though his brother likely held back at that time.
Marulam nodded, almost at the moment his chin moved, the chainsaw sword in his hand raised and fell again.
Stopped at Aaron's shoulder side.
This time, he managed to avoid the attack to his head, which would have at most broken his arm in a real battle.
Aiming to give an example, Marulam demonstrated that a single Imperial soldier could slip a hot melt gun into the gaps of the poorly maintained power armor worn by Chaos Prince Titus, who was on a high.
But that's all there is to it.
"Come on again, I'm almost finding my rhythm!"
Aaron was quite excited as he began to feel that his physical body was gradually catching up to his mind, a feeling akin to moving his arm effortlessly.
Marulam continued the swinging motion, calculating each of Aaron's improvements.
Within a few hours, Aaron's best action was impressive enough to make a Chaos Prince stumble backwards a few steps, giving his teammates time to aim their heavy weapons.
Then he was crushed into a mess by the Chaos Prince, who accurately avoided the heavy weapon's blast.
As to why the evaluation is focused on Chaos Princes rather than other Asturians -
Certainly, it's because these fallen princes have long suffered from mental instability, often consuming eldritch drugs from the Thousand Children, resulting in not only delayed neural reactions but also other issues.
In addition, their power armor, for the sake of convenience in their indulgence, is equipped with numerous gaps to accommodate the limbs they have grown, allowing them to enjoy themselves more flexibly and seek out excitement.
So ordinary people have the chance to bring their fragile weapons and firepower close to Chaos Princes.
If it was a Swarm Lord, Aaron would be in two pieces by now.
When Andar returned from fishing, the servants came back with baskets full of fish, cheering and jumping for joy.
He saw his son covered in sweat, a smile on his face as some excitement showed.
Aaron looked back and saw his father smiling at him!
It's not easy, Mother, this is the first time I can remember seeing father smile at me!
Aaron held back the urge to cry, just as he sat up, he saw the smile on his father's face turn into a sneer.
The moment his mouth opened and words were uttered, they were instantly repugnant:
Ahaha! Aaron, look! Today, I've had quite the fishing haul! I told you it wasn't my fault; it's those Thebans' fish not giving me face!
Andar picked up two fish, each about one arm in length, from the basket and threw them towards Aaron.
"Quickly! You'll be in charge of grilling the fish today,"
"And those Egyptian spices, I just love this place! If only they'd stop trying to stick pipes up my ass!"
"What's the matter with you? Get up and do some work for me. I'm genuinely happy, and you as a son, shouldn't be so listless!"
"What's with that look of yours!"
Aaron, filled with anger, got up from the ground, picked up the two fish, and threw them back at Andar, hitting him in the face.
Both men became enraged. Andar took the fish basket from his back and continued to throw it at Aaron.
The latter had few chances to retaliate, but he managed to dodge each attack with precision.
Even Marulam was impressed, at least if the Emperor were to throw something at him, he would definitely not dodge it.
Wait -
Aaron's evasive speed had increased again!
Marulam felt touched, this was all part of the Emperor's plan!
