Chapter 408 Blood Rain
“What turned you into a bloodthirsty killer now?”
He looked up at her and found that there was no smile in her eyes. .
The sword felt heavy in his hand, and the pendant with the aquila emblem hanging from the end of the hilt jingled on his wrist.
There was a long crack in Thor's abdomen, with broken metal and blood pouring out of it. Opposite him, there was a thin crack on the right thigh of Jaen Zar, and blood also poured out of the crack. Seeping out of the open armor.
But from the perspective of injury, Sol is obviously at a disadvantage.
He did try his best. The blow was really fast, so fast that a mortal would hardly see it, even though Thor had already stepped away and slashed downwards immediately.
The opponent used a spear to hold the downward blow, and then slashed away. Thor had to change his direction and flatten the sword to point downward, holding it high to block the blow.
Jan Zar's spear buzzed and cut across, and Thor could only turn the sword and stab it with the attitude of exchanging lives for lives.
But the opponent put a spear on the side of his neck against the edge of the sword, and then suddenly there was a spear point on the other end of the spear, turning it into a double-headed spear, and then he suddenly moved upward. He raised a thrust and hit Thor in the abdomen, who was caught off guard.
A thick caterpillar-like stream of blood crawled across the polished plastic steel, beginning to condense as it flowed down through the leg armor.
So the current situation was formed.
Jaen Zar stood and Sol half-knelt on the ground, ten meters apart.
"Sadly, you are still the slaves of that arrogant maniac."
The Phoenix Lord swung his spear in the air, and blood drops flew away from it and scattered on the wet ground.
Thor breathed hard, but it was not because of fatigue.
“Come again?”
Jaan Zar asked defiantly.
Thor did not speak, but drew the third sword from behind and abandoned the previous broken sword.
The blade of this sword is as wide as his arm. The golden wings spread out at the guard to form a horizontal guard. A drop-shaped ruby is decorated between the roots of their wings as if looking out. One Eye - This is Thor's rarely used sword, the Hate of Solomon.
The Phoenix Lord studied the weapon, weighing it, appraising it.
"I'm always amazed at your stubbornness."
She muttered.
“But I don’t like it.”
“But here we are again.”
Thor stood up slowly, letting the weapon lie in his grasp.
He looked down at the sword, frowned, and then shook his head.
Thor moved his shoulders, the muscles rolled smoothly under the skin, his breathing almost turned into a whisper between his teeth, and he lowered the two swords in his hands so that their tips almost touched the ground.
Jaan Zar's eyes flickered at Thor, light flashing in his pupils.
“That’s it.”
She still spoke with sarcasm.
“Why are you here?”
“Mission.”
“Ha! Who gave you the mission? That half-dead fanatic?”
< br>“No, it’s fate.”
The Phoenix Lord's sneer disappeared from her face, the corners of her eyes twitched a few times, and then a wave of energy surged through her body.
"That's right, let's continue the dance, shall we?"
Thor nodded, and then a thunderous clash of steel replaced the silence.
Once again, two figures surrounded each other and began to attack each other.
The Phoenix Lord's spear buzzed against the sword, dancing away and then slashing back. She was breathing steadily, her eyes were slightly closed, her pupils were torn open and the whites of her eyes were bloodshot. And every time Thor took a step back, he deflected an incoming blow.
The Phoenix Lord immediately approached, and the spear whizzed past Thor's shoulder.
Thor followed the trend and changed his moves. He smashed the end of the sword hilt in his right hand into Jaen Zar's forearm, and then into his chest.
The Phoenix Lord dodged and then raised his head. Then, using the spear as a fulcrum, he suddenly raised his body and kicked Thor's chest with the toe of his right foot.
The slender body contained huge power, but even if Thor turned over and fell as expected, the Phoenix Lord's ankle was stuck between the Space Marine's arm and the hilt of the sword.
Thor tried hard to drag the opponent down, but the Phoenix Lord instantly took advantage of the situation and flipped into the air, then turned over and landed on his feet before turning around and leaping back.
The tip of her spear was pointed directly at Thor's neck.
Thor bared his teeth, his whole body trembled, he raised his sword at an extremely fast speed and slapped the tip of the spear crooked
But the spear still scratched the side of his face, drawing blood Suddenly it condensed on his face, and a deep scratch appeared on the cheek below his left eye.
"That was a stupid move, you invested too much."
When the two separated again, Thor could only ensure that his legs supported him without falling.
Thor shook his head, his face twitching because of the wound.
"I admit that you are very strong, Jaen Zar. Even if any of the original bodies came here, I dare not say that I can defeat you."
"This is a kind of Compliment, or surrender? "
The Phoenix Lord pointed his spear at Thor. When she turned her head, she noticed that Soshyan was pointing his sword at Vero who was lying on the ground. Nika.
"My target this time is not you. There is still room for reconciliation between the two parties. As long as I kill the prophet, we will leave immediately. After that, you can do whatever you want. I am not interested in other believers of the enemy. That is More suitable for your prey...although there are not many."
Thor shrugged, although there was a smile that could not be concealed in his voice.
“You are always so certain, always so in control...but if your faith is shaken, if fate puts you on a path where nothing is certain.”
"Without fate, I would be nothing."
"Oh, then can I call you a slave of fate?"
Thor tilted his head, and a burst of low-frequency white noise echoed in his helmet. It was obvious that something was talking to him.
"I forgive the implication in your words, humans, your superficial cognition and civilization cannot understand everything we see, even here."
"Everything you see? "
Saul smiled, really smiled.
“Then did you see this?”
Jaen Zar's pupils shrank and he suddenly turned his body to the right.
Above the battlements, a towering shadow was slowly approaching.
Soon, its outline appeared in front of everyone.
The war machine dragged its legs, causing sparks to fly with every step it took, leaving a trail on the ground.
Its armored steel plates have turned black in some places, melted into sludge in some places, hardened in some places, and are covered with silver boomerangs in some places, like unevenly arranged fish scales.
Instead of turning with smooth, heavy friction, his joints crackled, sparkled, and clanked, gears and servos sliding over each other's loose teeth, only rising occasionally.
It walked with difficulty, its arms drooped, dozens of cables connecting the coffin and the main body were cut, leaking steam continued to gush out, and a large amount of liquid leaked.
Twenty meters away from Jaen Zar, Fearless stopped.
When it stood firm, the whistle immediately roared loudly.
“He has returned!!”
Amid Markarian's excited roar and the Phoenix Lord's vigilant eyes, a dark figure emerged from behind Fearless.
(End of this chapter)