Chapter 409 Peak Showdown
I foresee that its rule will be suffocated by corruption,
poisoned by filth and five hundred generations of lies,
the empire of mankind will no longer breathe.
On that night, when madness became reality,
The Gate of Cadian was torn like a festering wound,
All the cursed legions poured into the land of their origin,
At the end of all things,
The prophet of the Eighth Legion,
will rise from the forbidden blood and the tricks of fate——
In the majestic rainstorm, verses recited in the elegant Nasturm language floated out from the winged skull mask. The dark figure was like a ghost in the rain, and the lightning engraved in it seemed to be about to emerge from the dark blue. Erupted from the metal.
Hearing this voice, Talos raised his head suddenly.
He looked at that figure, his eyes slowly widening, he almost thought he had fallen into a new hallucination...
"One company commander and one company commander?"
He will never There's no mistaking that, with his unruly figure, breathtaking temperament, and that iconic helmet.
During the period when the original body became more and more crazy, that person was the only one who single-handedly maintained the nearly collapsed legion. In a sense, he was the real "primary body" of the Eighth Legion.
But even in Talos's craziest visions, he had never seen this person.
He was lost a long time ago, and the last bit of pride of the Eighth Legion was gone with him.
But now, this person appeared in front of him again, in a place and time that he could never imagine.
“Is it really you!”
Talos's voice trembled.
"Our first company commander! Prince of Crows! Yago Sevitarion!"
There was just a click, and the dark sky was torn apart by a bolt of lightning, illuminating the earth. He also showed his dark figure in front of everyone.
Talos put his hands on the ground and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"First company commander! You are still alive! You are really alive!!! I always thought that was Markushen's lie. ! ”
Sevatar didn't even look at him, his attention was on Jaan Zal.
The Phoenix Lord finally stopped her relaxed expression at this moment, and her face was only solemn. This guy who suddenly appeared had murderous intent and a sense of crisis that she had never seen before.
In her senses, the person in front of her was closer to a weapon than a human being, an extremely barbaric weapon.
In his long life, Jaen Zar encountered enemies who felt like this very few times, and each time was accompanied by a life-or-death crisis.
"Prince of Crows, interesting name...I seem to have some memories."
The Phoenix Lord was stunned for a moment, as if searching for something.
Then her shoulders stiffened suddenly, then she clenched her teeth, and her expression changed from solemn to nervous.
"Is it you!? Why are you here!"
Sevita did not reply, but instead took out the object wrapped in oilcloth behind him with his backhand, and held it tightly in his right hand. Refers to the Phoenix Lord from afar.
“Huh?”
Under Jaen Zar's wary gaze, Savita shook his arm, and the oilcloth slowly slid down.
“Soul Spear!”
Soshiyang then discovered that the sacred soul spear in Savita’s hand turned out to be a sacred object, but he did not remember that he had lent it to the other party.
He glanced at Thor, who just shook his head in response.
Although he felt a little unhappy, Soshiyang still suppressed his emotions. He knew that he had to solve the immediate matter first.
Sevatar held the soul spear motionless, and the rainwater danced on the curved blade of the soul spear. He just watched the rainwater flow over the perfectly still spear edge.
Above him, iron-colored dark clouds rolled up curtains of wet rain that splashed across the ruined scene. Firelight still exploded in the wreckage in the distance, fighting against the pouring rain.
Onlookers, whether humans or elves, stood on the edge of the gentle slope. No one wanted to disturb the duel.
In Sevita's mind, he almost never noticed the silent crowd. The Phoenix Lord opposite was now the only reality in his consciousness.
He must go all out to win a goal of this level.
His concentration was heightened like never before, and every ripple in Jaun Zhar's armor, every breath between his teeth, every drop of rain falling on the black spear - Sevatar saw and felt it. All of them. Suddenly, the Phoenix Lord shook his head and pointed the tip of his spear at Talos.
“Why did you want to save him?”
Savitar didn’t answer, just slowly approached.
Jan Zar had no choice but to spin the spear, his arm looming between the rotating weapons, and the raindrops shattered like it cut through a rain curtain.
"Are you still thinking about your so-called brothers who have already fallen into disgrace?"
The Phoenix Lord's ridicule danced in his words.
"You have been free for a long time, Prince of Crows. You and we have cooperated happily before, so there is no need to fight against each other like this."
Savitar was not listening; The concentration has been compressed into a needle, causing the world around him to tighten, to the point between the flashing blades, and the moment within it.
He no longer even observed Jaen Zar, nor the opponent's spear. Only the crack at the tip of the spear remained in his world.
This is his kingdom, a part of his life, like the air filling his lungs and the iron in his blood.
Gradually, his pulse slowed down with the echo, and the flow of time became heavy and slow, like oil spreading across the ice.
He placed his other hand on the handle of the spear, feeling its weight shift in his palm.
Then, he raised the soul spear above his head, the muscles of his shoulders tensed up, and his breathing followed the rhythm of the slowly rising and falling blood in his veins.
Seeing that her inquiries were fruitless, Jaan Zal twirled her weapon, then suddenly stopped it.
Several dirty trickles rushed down the slender face.
"I have wanted to fight you for a long time, Sai."
Finally, Saiweita said the first word.
"Come."
Jan Zar held the spear low to his side, and Sevatar remained motionless, measuring the opponent's still rhythm, waiting for the moment to unfold.
This showdown wouldn't last long as they both had a feel for each other's strengths.
There will be no more temptations, and the move must be a killing move.
While breathing, a raindrop stopped on the tip of the spear.
Savitar held his breath, his pulse stopped in his blood vessels, and his heartbeat stopped in his chest.
Breathe again, and the drop of rain falls.
The black spear danced forward, and Sevatar took action at the same time.
However, his opponent dodged away at an incredible speed, and the spear in his hand turned into a shadow and wrapped around him.
The Prince of Crows waved the soul spear repeatedly, and the holy object broke through the rain curtain like a bullet.
He kept swinging high and low, but the Phoenix Lord laughed and dodged every blow, leaping in the air.
The next moment, the tip of the black spear came down diagonally.
Sevatar suddenly froze, and Jaen Zar's eyes widened in surprise when the shot missed.
Then the Prince of Crows suddenly dodged again, the curved spear blade flashed past his head, and then the soul spear flashed out.
The Phoenix Lord retreated like a snake, and her spear was raised with force.
Boom——
For the first time, the two weapons collided with the sound of gold and iron, and sparks burst out in the rain.
It was also at this moment that in everyone's surprised eyes, a sudden change occurred!
(End of this chapter)