Chapter 405: A Thing from the Sky
Thunder Eagle flew low across the battlements, its propellers roaring and circling, and the flashing high temperature made the air as turbid as water.
Originally, these places should be heavily guarded. Any aircraft arriving at such a height will be mercilessly greeted by various anti-aircraft guns and missiles.
But now, the huge prison is like a huge, gloomy cemetery. There is no light or movement. Only the black stones and stone walls wet by rain reflect the wake of the thunder eagle. flame.
Immediately afterwards, the hatch of the Thunder Eagle slowly opened, and three giants appeared behind the hatch.
Steam rose from their armor and all traces of rain evaporated.
"Thor, you and him go solve that big problem. I will go down to find someone first, and I will find you later."
Sevita glanced at Sosh with his scarlet eyepiece Yang, the air flow rolled up the alien-shaped leather cloak on his body, like bat wings spread out in the dark night.
"Go find the prophet."
Soshyan said nothing, just nodded.
Then Sevita took a long pole object wrapped in oilcloth from Sol's hand. The thing felt very familiar to Soshyan. Just as he was about to ask, Sevita had already jumped down and disappeared into the rain.
Then Saul patted Soshyan on the shoulder, indicating that he would ask any questions later.
"...What are you doing."
The Thunderhawk continued to glide in the rainy night, and below, a bloody battle had broken out.
Talos was the first to catch up with the Phoenix Lord, who immediately let out his first paralyzing scream.
He raised his sword, intending to split the opponent with both hands.
At the last second before the sword fell, her spear turned around to block perfectly, but Talos suddenly changed his move and kicked the opponent's mask violently.
The Phoenix Lord jerked her head back, avoiding the blow, but the toe of Talos's shoe still scraped her helmet, cracking the visor and stopping the howling.
Then, Jaen Zar, whose waist was bent at an almost 90° angle, bounced up from the ground in an elegant gesture.
Talos fell heavily to the ground, but he couldn't help but grin when he saw her death mask split down the middle by a cruel fault line.
"You have no idea how satisfying that is."
The Eldar stared at him and responded in broken Gothic - the sound shield on her helmet was broken, distorting the tone of her speech.
"Soul Hunter."
Talos jumped up and faced each other with blades, their weapons clashing with each other.
“I’m tired of this name.”
During the fight, he hit her with the hilt of his sword and broke the mask for the second time. For some reason, the Phoenix Lord didn't dodge this time, as if he was deliberately trying to eat Talos.
Through the crack, Talos saw the alien eyes, those strange, squinting, cold eyes.
Suddenly, Selion and Lukovus also rushed toward her from both sides. The Phoenix Lord used a three-edged boomerang in one hand to deflect the former's chain sword, and then when he jumped from the warrior's When it jumped out of the triangle and flipped, the latter's lightning claw missed the opportunity.
She suddenly shook when she landed, which was the first sign of inelegantness in the Phoenix Lord's movements.
So immediately someone tried to seize this opportunity.
"Kill!!!"
Lukovus is not a member of the First Claw. He lacks the united will that is so obvious in the other two brothers, but his savagery and ferocity are Not inferior at all.
He aimed at her heart and rushed towards her, but did not notice the other party's sneer.
Lucofus hit his mark, but it was only an apparition.
From the moment she landed, Jaen Zar set up a trap, and her unbalanced movements were just to deceive the eyes of the Eighth Legion soldiers.
The next second, the phantom shattered, and the black spear penetrated into the raptor's chest, shattering his breastplate and knocking him to the ground.
Just as the Phoenix Lord stabbed the raptor in the belly with his spear, Sirion rushed forward.
She took her time and threw a three-bladed boomerang with her free hand.
Sirion's enhanced reflexes are honed over centuries of combat and years of training, and throughout his life he has blocked solid warheads and dodged laser fire without taking heat Affected by the influence, his reaction ability is like that of all Astartes warriors in the Legion, far beyond the scope of human capabilities and almost supernatural.
Therefore, before the blade left the Phoenix Lord's fingers, he had already made a dodge action.
But it’s not enough, not even close.
In almost half a breath, the rotating blades pierced his chest, making a crunching sound when they bit the power armor
Then they spurted out black Flames penetrated his armor.
Afterwards, the dart returned to the Phoenix Lord's hands and was thrown again.
As it flashed through the air, Talos slashed it in half with a swing of his power sword.
The Phoenix Lord tried to pull her spear out of Lukovus' belly, but the raptor used its metal claws to grab the spear
by the handle, jamming it between its body and In the rocks below.
The prophet rushed forward in a heartbeat.
The Phoenix Lord avoided Talos's three sword swings with all his strength, jumping to avoid each heavy slash.
Despite traveling faster than the human eye could see, Talos could not catch up to her.
And because he used too much force, he almost lost his balance and staggered for a while before he recovered.
Then, the unarmed Jahn Zal suddenly came closer, slammed his fingers on the soft plate armor at Talos's throat, and then crunched the chain on his body and hit him on the temple - that Painful enough to kill a person.
Taros felt dizzy. He stumbled back and raised his sword in defense, struggling to catch his breath.
The next second, his head was tilted to the right by a blow he had never experienced before
The sword flew out of his hand and was kicked by a bloody combat boot, followed by another kick to the Broken Eagle in his chest, throwing him backwards.
Talos almost fainted. Although his muscles were filled with adrenaline, it had no effect.
He couldn't stop her, couldn't hide from her, he couldn't even see her.
"Serion——"
Taros wanted to call his brother, but a heavy object hit his head and interrupted his words.
Pain spiderwebbed his temples like white heat, and his vision shrunk in half.
Before he had time to think clearly whether one of his eyes was blind, the golden sword smashed back again, and it quickly slipped into his chest and stole all the breath, all energy, all thoughts.
"She wanted to kill me with my own sword."
Realizing the absurdity of this approach, Talos laughed, blood splattering on his shattered helmet.
When she drew the sword, he thought she would throw it aside.
But instead, she dropped it on her knees and broke it. The pain in his chest finally enveloped Talos's spine, and he fell, with almost no possibility of getting back up.
"Just as the prophecy said, this is how the Soul Hunter should fall."
The Phoenix Lord pulled off his helmet and used his milky gray squinting eyes Gaze downward.
In a sense, she would indeed be a beautiful female if she weren't so damned and inhuman.
One of her ears twitched in the rain, as if sensing a sound that only she could hear.
“Ha, really.”
Clenching his teeth, the prophet stood up again, took off his helmet, and felt the heavy rain hitting his face.
The illusion finally became reality, very close, but not quite perfect.
He laughed and took a step closer to her. Despite the sharp pain in his chest, he bent down to pick up the broken sword.
"In my dream."
Taros gasped:
"You are still wearing a helmet."
She nodded with a solemn expression And a serious expression.
“In the dream of the prophet Uthwe, they also saw the same thing…
Destiny is fluid, soul hunters, some visions are not allowed to pass, the Eighth Legion will no longer have prophets, it is better for you to die here than anything else. ”
He put his hand on his broken chest and felt that at least one heart was beating and hurting.
Although he was breathing rapidly, his extra organs had regained their vitality and were supporting him. He passed his final death
The Phoenix Lord stepped forward and pulled her spear from his chest as she passed by Lukovus on the ground. The raptor could do nothing but twitch. .
As she stood before him, the black spear in her hand, prophecy and reality merged
At this moment, this situation is the same.
The prophet and the female assassin stood on the city wall, holding murder weapons in their hands.
The heavy rain was pouring all around, merging into a sad flood that was turbid enough to blur the vision. When the rain jumped out of the gargoyle's evil mouth, it even screamed at the stone, and then poured out along the side of the castle.
The only voices heard in the rain came from the two figures -
A towering human warrior wearing tattered armor with bursts of static crackling, the other The embodiment of a dead god, the ancient armor she wears is weathered by eternal scars.
"This is the burial place of your legion, isn't it?"
Her voice was modulated by the speaker in her throat, and a strange hissing sound came from the death mask on her shoulders, and then was blended into the cold In the rain of blood.
"Prophet, please tell me your vision, and I will remember it as much as possible."
The prophet did not answer, he spit acid blood on the dark stone slab , breathing heavily in pain.
The sword in his hand was already a broken sword, half of the blade was destroyed, and he didn't know where his gun was.
When he felt a sense of relief, another cruel smile passed over his torn lips - he had always been addicted to the sweetness of death, so how could it not be a sin to lose the legion's holy relics?
"Talos."
The Phoenix Lord was laughing as she spoke, and he could vaguely hear it in her voice.
"Don't be shy, human, all mortals are mortal."
The Prophet knelt on one knee, blood seeping from the cracks in his armor.
He tried to speak, but his cracked lips could only moan in pain. The only thing he could smell was the stink of his own wounds and flesh and blood sticking to the metal.
The opponent came closer, and she even dared to put her spear on the shoulder armor of the injured warrior.
"Prophet, what I said is all the truth. There is no need to be ashamed of it at this moment. You have done a good job to get to this point."
Taros vomited again After bleeding from his mouth, he struggled to say two words.
“Bitch.”
The Phoenix Lord looked down at him. Her red and black hair had been messed up by the rain, and her death mask was stuck to it. She looked like a drowning woman screaming silently as she was being cruelly drowned.
“I can’t listen to many of the mean things you say to me.”
She said with a certain mockery.
"You are talking about the First Claw, right? They are your brothers? You call the dead and you still expect them to extend a helping hand to you?"
Tower Ross shook his body, and then the blade fell from his hand. It was too heavy to hold anymore.
He watched it lie on the black stone, bathed in the pouring rain, as golden as the day he had taken it.
Taros slowly raised his head and faced the alien executioner in front of him.
The rain brought the blood from his face, licking his lips and stinging his eyes. He didn't need to wonder if she was still smiling, but he could already see it on her face. .
Is that sympathy?
“Hahahahaha————”
Kneeling on the battlement, the Night Lord suddenly began to laugh crazily.
His laughter and the storm above his head were not loud enough to swallow the sound of the burning propeller.
A double-winged metal beast with a faint blue shell swooped down from the dark night sky and roared into view.
Phoenix Lord also heard it, but she did not look back.
When the Thunderhawk was circling in the heat mist, Talos was still smiling. The dim lights in its cockpit reflected the two figures inside - he didn't even have to guess who they were. .
And when its hatch slowly opened, a majestic figure appeared in the flashing warning red lights.
The heavy rain obscured the outline of the figure, and only the dazzling golden double-headed eagle shone in the light, as if it had life and was about to flutter its wings.
Taros laughed and closed his eyes. The soaring gray eagle appeared in his brain, but this time there was no headache or drowsiness.
“I saw this.”
When he opened his eyes, he stared sarcastically at the shocked Phoenix Lord.
"Have you?"
(End of Chapter)