Chapter 1256 Heart of Avalon
“Ah! Bastard!”
The Dark Eldar who was hit by the poisonous crystal suddenly screamed involuntarily.
This poison chip is a "hidden weapon" that Jacob has always hidden on his body. He originally wanted to keep it as a souvenir, but he never thought that this bullet would one day hit its owner.
The Dark Eldar did not expect that Jacob's marksmanship was not the most accurate, but his throwing knife performance was the best among all recruits - this was largely due to his role in the gang childhood spent there.
"Dead ape!!!"
Pulling out the poison chip, the Dark Eldar squeezed out a pure roar from his throat due to pain and shame, and then shot up like an angry black snake. .
In the blink of an eye, the scimitar was in front of him, and the attack he swung almost crushed Jacob, but Jacob somehow blocked it and only suffered a slight scratch.
But at this moment he realized that there was no hope. Without the weapon, the opponent could easily cut off his remaining arm.
So he immediately made a decision that he would at least take his enemy with him to hell, then completely let go of his defense, faced the fatal blow, and waved his fist.
The Dark Eldar's conditioned reflex blow cut the weapon deeply into Jacob's chest. Under the severe pain, Jacob fell forward into the darkness, knowing that death would welcome him there, but in Before that——
“Ugh!”
Jacob’s fist smashed into the enemy’s face, his helmet shattered and blood spilled.
He felt the satisfaction of completing his revenge, and then there was a sharp pain in his chest. The other party covered his face and stepped back, and also pulled out the scimitar.
On the other side, Armin, who was fighting fiercely, finally noticed the opponent's weird weapon. It was a straight knife with runes. Its blade was black, and the red runes shone with pent-up energy. flashes on it.
No one needed to tell him, Armin knew that if it touched him, he would definitely die.
He slashed the power sword again with both hands. Valosian raised his arm to parry, and the blade collided with the blade, making a clanging sound like a hammer striking an anvil.
After one breath, Valosian fired back at Armin.
Armin tried his best to jump away, but his armor still had a deep mark.
They circled cautiously now, weapons at the ready.
The next second, Armin's nerves tensed up as the opponent's knife let out an eerie and low groan - it somehow came alive and had feelings, Armin could feel it.
“That’s right.”
Valosian said softly, guessing Armin’s thoughts.
"This weapon will drink your blood and devour your soul at the same time. Listen, it is hungry."
"First it has to hit me."
Armin struck a hard blow at the enemy, growling deep in his throat.
Valosian ducked low and launched a fierce counterattack with lightning-quick reaction speed.
“I don’t think this will be a problem.”
Before he finished speaking, the Chief Consul launched a series of attacks that made Armin almost unstoppable.
The Space Marines parried, barely dodging the onslaught, the slender alien's speed and strength incredible.
Armin knew his own strength, but at this moment, compared to the other party, he actually looked like a child.
“Oops!”
After barely deflecting another heavy attack, the impact made Armin’s arm feel numb.
Fighting this kind of opponent is beyond the scope of madness. It is simply stupid. There is no way to defeat such an enemy.
Armin felt that he might as well give up, which would save him some pain in the end.
The next moment, Armin realized that these thoughts did not come from him, but that he was being affected by some external force, the sad dirge of the weapon affecting him. The effect was weak and frustrating, its hellish scream weakening Armin's arms and will.
In his prayers to the Emperor, Armin steeled himself again, shook off the influence, parried Valosian's sword, and began a frenzied offensive that led to the Chief Consul stepping Step back.
"Well done."
Suddenly, Valosian unexpectedly kicked Armin in the groin with a sharp kick from his boot.
At that moment, he felt his armor being shattered by an impact like a sledgehammer. The huge impact caused him to roll backwards and hit the ground heavily.
Armin let the momentum of his fall drive him to roll backwards, and finally stood up with his feet under him, pain pouring from his groin area into his body.
While he was staggering, Valosian had already shortened the distance between the two at a terrifying speed. He held the howling withered blade high, ready for the final blow.
At that moment, Armin felt a numbing weakness spread throughout his body.
He knew that he had no strength to block the fatal blow. His life must be over. All he could do was watch the other party getting closer and closer. He was attracted by the glowing runes and the wailing The song confuses.
It only took a moment for him to feel its chill to the bone, and if what the other man said was true, he would feel his soul being sucked from his still living body.
“Get away!”
With a shout, a stream of green light fell from the sky, covering Armin in it, and instantly deflected Valosian’s blade, causing him to fly away under the impact. Got out.
Armin raised his head and saw a Thunderhawk parked in the sky, and a petite figure was slowly descending -
"Ms. Veronica!?"
Veronica, wearing a light gray blouse and a light green skirt, appeared in everyone's eyes like a goddess. Her appearance even stopped the last rainy night.
She maintained her human appearance, her long hair fluttering in the wind, holding a witch sword in one hand and a staff in the other, glaring at those fallen fellows with her eyes.
After stopping his momentum with two consecutive backflips, Valosian raised his head, with an expression of confusion and ecstasy on his face.
“It seems that my luck is so good, it’s so beautiful.”
Veronica then turned her head and looked at the piled corpses and wounded on the rock wall, her brows twitching. Become sad.
She could imagine how heartbroken Soshyan must be to see this scene.
At this time, the green gem on the ancient staff called the Heart of Avalon in Veronica's hand began to shine, and the vortex-like air flow rolled out from the inside out, mixed with starlight, blowing from above to the recruits below, including the wounded who fell to the ground.
The Great Prophet once told her that she must not use the power of this ancient artifact until there is an extremely critical moment, but Veronica couldn't care less at this time.
"Huh?"
Jacob, who was enduring the pain and preparing to die, suddenly felt an unprecedented power filling his body, and the pain and darkness were driven away by the warmth.
What was even more astonishing was that his left arm, which had been hanging limply by his side, regained consciousness!
Without time to think, he rushed forward, kicked over the enemy he had been entangled with all night, then pounced on him, knocked the opponent to the ground, and first punched him twice in the chest. Then he grabbed the opponent's helmet with both hands, pierced the eyepiece with his thumb, and pressed it down hard while the opponent struggled.
"Death!!!!!!"
The palms of the Dark Eldar slapped Jacob's face, but they were obviously so weak. The wailing he made represented what he was going through. The greatest terror in this life.
“Die to me!!!!!”
Jacob roared and pressed his thumb down hard until he felt something was broken and a large amount of blood gushes out from the crack in the helmet. After the other party stopped struggling, Jacob stood up again.
He was panting, but did not feel very tired. He turned around and looked around, and found that the wounded were actually getting up.
Even the seriously injured.
"What happened——"
(End of this chapter)