Chapter 1502 Mortarion
Soshyan Alexey——
Walking in the endless desert, a name appeared in his mind, and he tried to concentrate I tried hard to recall the face behind the name, but nothing came to mind.
Shadows coiled around his feet, stretching out tentacle-like hands from his imagination, entangling his thoughts.
Who am I?
A mocking whisper echoed in his mind
You are nothing.
Some black shadows began to condense on the horizon. Soshyan's mind had pictured them as demons demanding his soul, but it didn't take long before they condensed into the shape of trees.
Whether they were oases or mirages, it didn't matter to him, and he staggered forward, his steps dragging.
He tried to imagine a trickle of coolness running down his throat, dousing the fire that burned in his heart.
But the laughter kept echoing in his ears, hysterical and full of mockery.
He glanced at his left hand, but did not see the ring. His thoughts drifted in and out, and he tried to focus on the things in front of him.
He kept walking, but redemption and hope never seemed close.
“None of this is real.”
said Soshyan hoarsely, knowing full well that his brain was playing tricks on him
He walked on, the world tilting before his eyes.
He heard the chirping of birds, but he saw nothing and struggled to understand what was going on.
The blood slipped from the sun, dyeing the desert a bright red, and then disappeared into the night.
The darkness covered the shadows but did not drive them away. The air became cold and he stumbled forward, staring at the land under his feet until his steps made a splash.
Soshyan fell to his knees, reached out, scooped them up and put them into his mouth.
But it did nothing to quell his thirst
The fire burning in his heart could not be quelled.
It was eating him away, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Suddenly, a white dove landed on a branch near the oasis. He looked up at the creature and felt puzzled.
“I am Soshyan Alexei.”
For some unknown reason, he raised his head and spoke seriously to the bird.
It chirped, erasing the harsh ridicule.
Soon, its cry became low and heavy.
Then the wings flickered and fell, and Soshyan stretched out his hand. The white dove shone in his palm, and finally turned into a delicate little porcelain cup.
Looking at the porcelain cup, Soshiyang blinked and realized something——
On the edge of the black sun, two star gods were struggling. It seemed that no skills were needed to reach their level of power, only the most primitive fighting was left.
At first, no one gained the upper hand.
They rolled in the void, tearing each other apart, until the star god wearing the broken crown suddenly used his strength and threw the Deceiver onto the remains of the black sun, then swooped forward and grabbed the opponent. An arm was torn off and thrown into the mouth.
The Deceiver let out a horrifying howl, shocking the souls of all living things. It struggled frantically and tried to get out of the predicament, but the opponent's hand had already pressed its head, and then opened its mouth and bit it hard. on the throat.
Like a wild beast, it tore apart the Deceiver's body piece by piece, preparing to devour him whole. Halfway through eating, the nameless Star God suddenly raised his head and let out a terrifying roar. Half of the entire spire of Commorragh was instantly wiped away, and surging energy rolled over its body.
Suddenly, a small flash of light flew out from its chest, and then emitted thousands of golden lights, turning into countless chains and binding them to the Star God.
The remaining fragments of the Deceiver suddenly counterattacked at this time, and the remaining parts suddenly rolled towards the nameless star god, and then suddenly shrank, blooming with a bright light that briefly blinded all residents of Commorragh. .
In the silent explosion, the Black Sun of Comoros was completely torn apart——
At this time, the Port of Lost Souls in Comoros was full of wasted lives.
The Witch Spirits and the Howling Banshees launched a charge together, crashing into the most elite Death Guard warriors. Even the Phoenix Eldar Jaan Zhar also participated in the fierce battle, her spears and boomerangs stabbed mercilessly. Wearing rotten flesh and rusted armor.
On the battlefield, she is like a whirlwind of death, sweeping away everything around her with weapons, splitting limbs, penetrating heads, digging out internal organs, fighting with the ruthlessness and madness of a killer.
There were already many Plague Marines lying at her feet. Under the endless attacks of the enemy, she could no longer count how many he had killed.
But the Death Guard Legion has pushed war machines into the battlefield. These war machines are Blight Engines and Plague Crawlers equipped with virus injectors. Cannonballs mixed with virus liquid are sprayed from their cannon holes. Out, the green poisonous fire burned the flesh of the living, killing them.
In response, the waves of shurikens and pulse cannons continued to sweep across the ranks of the Death Guard, knocking down one warrior after another.
Neither side gave in or gave in.
Until a shadow falls.
“It’s finally here!”
That is a shadow that weighs on everyone’s heart. When it appears, rotten poisonous flies swarm around.
Swarms of poisonous flies like clouds flew toward the battlefield, burrowing into the nostrils and eyes of the Eldar, burrowing into their mouths and throats, making them unable to see, tearing at their skin, and dragging them down. On the ground.
The air began to buzz, as a dozen of the deadliest viruses reveled in the bodies of the living. The vision of all the Eldar became dim and narrow, and some even knelt on the ground and vomited bile.
Only Jaen Zar stared at the existence slowly descending in the sky.
On this towering body, a pair of wet insect wings flapped feebly, and a rotten robe fluttered in the wind and parted, revealing the thickly armored body and the many scripture ornaments hanging on it. and poison jars.
For a moment, she even thought of him as a dead man, but as she saw his face hidden deep in the cloak, his sharp and powerful hazy eyes, she realized that this was An incredibly powerful soul.
The face covered with scars was wearing an old respirator, and every time he breathed, there would be a trace of yellowish gas.
Death Guard Primarch, Lord of Death, Mortarion, has arrived!
“Oh, a feast of blood, a feast of blood, where do we start?”
“Mortarion, don’t even think about laying a finger on her. "
"Phoenix Lord Jarn Zar, in my opinion, you are a complete idiot. Why do you think you can stop me from carrying out my loving father's will?"
“With this!”
Jarn Zhar braced himself, swung the boomerang, and aimed at Mortarion's head to draw a cruel arc.
The high-speed boomerang whizzed through the air, leaving an afterimage. When the edge of the blade was less than three inches away from Mortarion's throat, the Lord of Death squirmed.
But Mortarion did not step back, he just shook his body and watched the boomerang pass less than a finger's width in front of him, his laughter unwavering.
(End of this chapter)