Chapter 116: The Knight King Facing the Terrifying Soul Pressure of a Primarch

Campbell was not sitting on his Mechanical Throne, but he had not descended to the ground either; he stood within his Knight Mech, looking down at the black-armored giant walking toward him.

Seeing him stop his steps, he raised his head to meet his gaze.

Dressed in a set of green knightly attire, Campbell, with eyes of deep brown overflowing with sharp light, looked at Ninglu.

Having received knight training since childhood, with a will as firm as steel, and even able to resist the influence of the ancestral spirits within the Mechanical Throne, he wanted to leave a deep impression on the Primarch.

The next instant, his body trembled slightly, his brain fell into a momentary dizziness, and the antelope milk he had drunk and the yak meat he had eaten in the morning churned in his stomach.

A Primarch rarely allows their own powerful soul to manifest outwardly; that power which transcends the mortal world is difficult for an ordinary person's senses to bear, and both body and mind face a tremendous test.

As a transcendent, he was increasingly able to restrain this power within his own body, so as not to cause an impact on mortals.

But at this moment, he released the shackles, revealing a hidden side.

Even Arsena, who was already accustomed to being around Ninglu, could not help but have his thoughts stall for a moment.

Campbell's face was pale; he turned his head to look away, grateful that the knights of his family would not pry into his situation.

A few seconds later, he decided to speak, otherwise the knights would cast prying gazes due to the excessive length of time.

With astonishing willpower, Campbell made his tone sound normal.

"The ruling family of the Daxos Binary System, the Knight King of the Vickstrix Family, Campbell, welcomes your arrival."

The Primarch reined in his own powerful soul, then spoke.

"King Ninglu, Eleventh Legion, Primarch."

He did not use a long-winded self-introduction like Campbell, nor did he crown himself with titles such as Ruler of Vostonia or Conqueror of Persephone; he simply stated it.

The knights and servants of the Vickstrix Family all felt a kind of power from the simple language.

Overlapping with the terrifying shadows remaining in their minds, they even felt that Ninglu was taller than the Knight Mech.

Campbell realized that the Mechanical Throne could provide him with help; disregarding the noble etiquette inherited from his predecessors, he plopped down onto the Mechanical Throne and quickly coupled with the neural interface.

When the noisy voices of the ancestral spirits rang in his mind, he was not as irritable as before, but instead felt a strange sense of security.

"Campbell, don't be afraid, Grandpa is watching you."

"Campbell, be strong, you are the Knight King of the Vickstrix Family, you are my seed, Great-Grandpa doesn't want to see you scared into wetting your pants."

"..."

The good impression that had just risen in Campbell vanished rapidly, and his anger surged.

"Shut up!"

He almost blurted it out, but fortunately, he bit his lips hard the moment before opening his mouth.

Campbell felt that anger had dispelled his Fear; these old guys always provided him with help in such infuriating ways.

He was not a child; he was a Knight King, and he did not need help.

Campbell stubbornly held his head high and looked at Ninglu.

"Ninglu, welcome to your arrival; if you are here to visit my territory, then I welcome you."

"If you are as rude as your gene-sons and want me to bow and submit, that is absolutely impossible."

"Vickstrix rightfully possesses its territory and armaments from time immemorial!"

He said loudly; he no longer felt pressure from Ninglu, he had already conquered himself, and he spoke in a resolute tone.

"Vickstrix only serves the Machine God; I will only submit to Mars!"

Ninglu chuckled and looked at Campbell.

"No, you will submit," he emphasized, "submit to me."

Noisy sounds rang in the Knight King's mind; his predecessors stimulated him in their own way.

"Campbell, give him a good kick in the ass; who does he think he is?"

"Campbell, you must teach him a lesson; this is the responsibility of a Knight King."

"..."

This time, Campbell agreed with the words of his predecessors; he had to teach Ninglu a lesson, so he said in a provocative tone.

"If you want me to submit to you, then you must engage in a duel of honor with me in the knightly way."

The Primarch looked at the Knight Mech, at the multi-barrel machine cannon on its mechanical right arm and the Thunder Gauntlet on its left arm, and could not help but think to himself.

【It's been a long time since I've moved; a decent activity partner.】

Ninglu smiled slightly, "Fine, let's begin now."

Campbell was silent; he did not believe he would lose. The Daxuos Glory was the most powerful Knight Mech, and only the legendary God-Machines could defeat him.

But the ease Ninglu displayed, along with the terrifying pressure he had left him with earlier, still lingered around him.

He could not help but feel an inexplicable sense of unease; could it be that he really couldn't beat this so-called Primarch?

Campbell did not want to believe it, but he did not want to take the risk.

After pondering for a few seconds, the Knight King conceived a surefire method.

"No, the duel of honor I speak of consists of three rounds."

"You must win two rounds before I will submit to you."

Ninglu did not hesitate for a moment and said confidently.

"Fine, I hope you still retain your noble honor, your knightly dignity, and keep your promise."

"Of course, I will never break my promise."

"Then, what do you want to compete in?"

Campbell decided to adopt a strategy to ensure his victory.

"Vickstrix is a Knight House, and Knight Mechs are our partners."

"If you want to convince me, you must demonstrate the ability to awaken a Knight Mech."

"For the first round, I will send out a holy relic maintainer, and you will also send out your subordinates; we will simultaneously begin to awaken two Knight Mechs that have fallen dormant due to damage, and the one that can maintain operation for the longest time will be the winner."

No sooner had the Knight King finished speaking than a clamor of voices erupted in his mind, with several heroic spirits loudly refuting him.

"No, this cannot be done; it violates the spirit of chivalrous fairness."

"The Relic Maintainers are more familiar with Knight Mechs than their people are; this is unfair."

"Unless it is a Sage of the Adeptus Mechanicus, no one can surpass the Relic Maintainers in this regard."

At the same time, there were opposing voices supporting Campbell.

"In a best-of-three deciding match, securing a victory grants a massive advantage."

"We are knights, but even more so, we are nobles; this is a noble's strategy for victory—utilizing one's advantages."

"That is correct; even if this conflicts slightly with the knightly code, Campbell is the Knight King, and he can ignore those dogmas."

That is right; this is a noble's strategy.

Campbell stared at Ninglu, watching to see if he dared to accept the challenge.

"Very well."

Ninglu turned his head and looked at the "Knower."

"Gabriel, I leave it to you."

Campbell looked at the Techmarine; he appeared only slightly closer to the Omnissiah than the other black-armored Warriors, with a Servo-arm on his back, but that was all.

His degree of sanctification was not as high as the Relic Maintainers where Vix Trix was.

"Follow me."

The cockpit door closed, and he said over the comms.

"Suo'er, prepare two damaged Knight Mechs."

"You will represent me in an honor duel against the Astartes, and the competition will be the repair of Knight Mechs."

"You must achieve victory."

A moment later, a synthesized mechanical voice came through the comms.

"Knight King, as you wish."

(End of chapter)