Chapter 490 Old Enemy
Armin also noticed the bloody battle between Soshyan and the bloodthirsty demon, but at the moment he was distracted, the attack came from the side, and Armin's shield was just a fluke. Blocked the blow.
The attacker's sword shattered the shield and stabbed Armin in the forearm. The Astral Knight staggered back, his face full of surprise and anger.
He was not angry because of the attack, but because of the mistake of being distracted.
He was also surprised by the powerful power of the being that attacked him.
Armin regrouped and blocked the enemy's attack with his sword.
He was fighting face to face with a Legion Astartes warrior, a beast with no flesh. The smooth yellow and black armor was decorated with various enhanced prosthetic systems and eye-catching skull marks. At this moment Armin was constantly reminded of the origin of the other party - he was a soldier of the Fourth Legion Iron Warriors.
The warrior's figure was worthy of a war chief, and he wore a badge that symbolized status, while the opponent's weapon was a long sword with enhanced functions.
From the beginning, the other party had been eyeing Armin, and was filled with the same anger - because he saw a badge belonging to the Imperial Fist that Armin wore.
This badge was originally given by Lysander to all the remaining recruits of the Astral Knights in the Obsidian Fortress to commemorate their chapter's meritorious service to the Empire and to always remind them of the glory of the bloodline of the Dornish Primarch.
But now this small badge has become a thorn in the side of the Iron Warriors.
Everyone knows that if they have to choose an enemy that must be killed, then the Iron Warriors would rather give up all enemies and definitely choose the Imperial Fist.
The feud between the two sides began in the early days of the Great Crusade and continued for tens of thousands of years.
"The son of a bitch from Dorne!"
"Hey there, you poor miner from Perturabo."
In between verbal taunts, they twirled around the battlefield attacking each other like dancers.
To be honest, the challenge of the Iron Warriors is more threatening than all the people Armin encountered on this day put together. This man is a veteran who has experienced hundreds of battles, his combat skills are extremely terrifying, and his strength has been enhanced. It was far more powerful than Armin, and the feeling of oppression was breathless.
In a hair-raising moment, Armin didn't know if he was finally going to reach the end of his life.
But now he can only fight with all his strength.
They fought all the way to the edge of the battlefield, where there was a pile of collapsed debris, stacked on top of each other, and several blown-up statues.
The Iron Warrior's yellow-black armor shone like an oil slick under the strange light of the battlefield, and his sword danced like a ribbon of light.
But Armin was also very experienced in defense. He seized the opportunity and sent a lightning-like blow with the hilt of his sword, cracking the opponent's breastplate.
The Iron Warriors steady their steps and immediately launched a counterattack.
The two swords crossed each other and bit together firmly.
Suddenly, the Iron Warrior bumped into Armin with his shoulder. The Astral Knight staggered backwards and crashed into a row of rubble. The fragments scattered in all directions, and looked like blood red under the illumination of the cracks in the subspace. Petals are average.
"You are as weak as your dead original body!"
The Iron Warrior pushed away the garbage in front of him, stepping on the debris and broken bones on the ground and rushed towards Armin.
Armin immediately struggled to stand up.
As the war heats up, a pungent smell of revenge and blood wafts in the air.
Dark, sickly flashes of energy danced across the collapsed areas of the battlefield like miswired neurons, and flames of various colors from explosions twisted and crashed into the surface of undamaged walls. Inside. Strange harmonies like the murmur of thousands of voices filled the entire battlefield.
The Iron Warrior rushed in front of Armin, and the Astral Knight swung his sword, chopped a lens unit into pieces, and cut a mark downward on the Iron Warrior's abdomen and hip.
But this blow is not fatal, or even important damage.
The Iron Warrior swung his sword and almost hit Armin's head, but it also shattered one of his shoulder armor.
Then the Astral Knight's counterattack forced the Iron Warriors to retreat step by step, trampling the debris on the ground into powder.
Armin's next blow cut the enemy's thigh, and something dark red, like liquid mercury, whimpered and flowed out. Suddenly, the Iron Warrior slapped his sword away and threw him to the ground.
Armin was caught off guard for a moment, and his whole body hit the ground hard. The impact of falling to the ground made the brain in his skull buzz, and his mouth and nose were filled with blood.
The Astral Knight, who was facing down, stretched out his hand to fumble for the sword that he had just let go of in a moment of dizziness.
After that, he looked up, wondering why the Iron Warriors hadn't killed him yet, and found that Daza of his team was sword-fighting with the Iron Warriors, and another warrior was not far behind.
The loud noises made when weapons are fired continue to come from the entrance, which shows that the combat robot troops have entered the core area of the battlefield.
Daza had been injured in the previous battle, which made his movements a little slow. Although his volley saved Armin, it also ruined himself.
The Iron Warrior is an overly powerful swordsman.
Before Armin, who was dizzy and bleeding from his mouth and nose, could stand up, the Iron Warrior had already delivered a fatal blow, cutting off Daza from his left shoulder and his arm.
Then he took the head with one sword.
With just two swords, the astral knight who came out of the Obsidian Fortress was killed on the spot.
The body fell heavily to the ground, blood and internal organs spraying all over the floor.
"Damn it!"
Another soldier from Armin's team pounced at the Iron Warrior, but the opponent punched him into another row of garbage.
But when the Iron Warrior just turned around, Armin had already inserted the sword into his spine with lightning speed, and the tip of the sword pierced out from the middle of the eight-pointed star on the Iron Warrior's breastplate.
The Iron Warrior first knelt on one knee, and then fell face down.
Armin pressed his knee on his back and cut open the right helmet. The Iron Warrior's scarred face immediately turned to one side, his cheek pressed against the floor, and his skin was covered with dark red blood beads.
"May you be tortured in the subspace for eternity, traitor."
Armin growled in a low voice.
"At another time, your death would not have been so merciful."
The Iron Warrior said something vaguely at this time.
"What?"
Armin asked, putting his sword against the Iron Warrior's neck.
"You will always be losers."
Hearing what the other party said, Armin smiled.
“A traitor and a coward, you are worthy of talking about failure?”
With a force of his hand, Armin cut off the Iron Warrior's head, then stood up and kicked the head.
The Astral Knight, who had been knocked away before, had also gotten up at this time.
“What did he just say?”
“Nonsense, it’s just nonsense, he is desperate.”
But just when Armin defeated a powerful enemy, Talos also encountered new troubles.
Since he had previously killed the champion of the Third Legion, after the battle broke out, he was immediately targeted by the other swordsmen of the Third Legion among the Red Pirates.
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(End of this chapter)