Chapter 1505: The End of the Arbalest
“You are?”
Mortarion glanced at Talos, then walked up and swung his scythe.
Taros escaped. All this had been foreseen by him. Now in order to survive, he must use his power without any scruples, which also brought a huge burden to his skull.
Suppressing the severe pain in his head and the images in his mind that were misaligned with reality, Talos jumped up, raised his arms, and stabbed Mortarion in the head. Only then did he He discovered that the original body was so huge - not even his former father gave him such a "huge" feeling.
But then Talos found out in embarrassment that the opponent didn't care about the threat of his sword. It seemed like it was just a harmless flying insect, and he just swept it with his sickle - a second later.
The feint attack failed. Talos reluctantly put away his sword, but was still knocked away by the huge force. When he raised his head, his consciousness had already drifted away, and there was only confusion in front of him.
In the hymn of the collision of steel, Mortarion walked up unhurriedly, preparing to give this tiny opponent a fatal blow.
Taros suddenly drew his pistol and fired fiercely, but he was not aiming at the Lord of Death at all, but in the direction where the opponent was going to avoid.
Bang bang bang two shots, sparks exploded on the primarch's armor, and Mortarion made a sound of surprise for the first time.
"Huh? There's something weird. The aura on your body is very similar to——"
Talos was silent, shooting and swinging the power sword at the same time.
The opponent will block with the sickle after one second and bear the bullet with his shoulder. If he changes the shooting angle at this time, he may have a chance to make the opponent bleed——
Talos has already felt Warm blood was lying down from his nostrils and pooling in his helmet, but he had no choice, even though his head was about to explode.
Just before he was about to take action, he suddenly received a heavy blow on his back, and then another heavy blow on the back of his neck, causing the sword to slip from his hand.
Before he turned around, the fourth and fifth blows continued to hit his back and helmet with devastating force - the opponent seemed to have deliberately restrained his strength, otherwise these two blows would have been enough to kill him.
Amid Veronica's exclamation, Talos staggered to the ground and lay in the bloody mud. Even his preview could no longer keep up with the original body's actions. This kind of strength The gap cannot be bridged by this power alone.
After struggling a few times, Talos turned over in embarrassment.
The Daemon Primarch was looking down at him.
Although the face was completely mutilated, it still carried an unforgettable familiarity. Talos vaguely remembered that he had seen the other person from a distance a long, long time ago.
But it is estimated that the other party does not know that he is a nobody.
Talos tried to stand up, but the primarch pressed him back into the dirt with one foot.
"You are from the Eighth Legion, am I right?"
The original body's low question made Talos grin, but more blood accumulated in his helmet. Almost drowned himself.
“What, did it remind you of the scene when you were humiliated by my lord?”
Mortarion exerted a slight force on his feet, and Talos felt his spine begin to crackle, and he couldn't help but let out a low groan of pain.
"Don't try to anger me, otherwise you will die in pain."
"Let him go!"
Not far away, Talos was seen in danger of life , the pale-faced Veronica quickly used the Heart of Avalon to use a beam of energy, but was dispersed by the Lord of Death with a fist. After continuous fighting, even she reached the stage of running out of energy.
Mortarion grunted and kicked Talos on the side, knocking him away from the dirt.
"Catch him, I have many things to ask him."
After that, he turned around and walked towards Veronica, who was already panting.
Boom——A loud noise made Mortarion stop.
When he slowly turned around, he saw the two death shrouds who had gone to capture Talos. At this time, the mutilated corpses were scattered on the ground, and the flames were on their corpses. Burning.
A towering figure was kneeling on the ground with a two-handed rune sword. The alien ancient armor on his body was in pieces, and his helmet was also broken. It seemed that he had just experienced a fierce battle.
Then, he reached out and took off Talos' helmet, draining out the accumulated blood, revealing a pale face full of blood.
"You're done. Why do you like to arrive at the last moment."
"Well, I'm sorry to trouble you."
"Next time. This kind of thing .I won’t get involved”
After Talos finished speaking, he fainted as soon as his eyes closed.
The man let go of the helmet in his hand and raised his head to look at Mortarion. The original golden mask was already full of cracks, and after this action, half of his face collapsed, revealing the part under the mask. True appearance.
Mortarion looked at the other party and let out a sigh of relief.
“Finally, I met my brothers again.”
Soshiyang slowly stood up and pulled out the sword on the ground.
"No one is your brother, Mortarion, never again."
Mortarion raised his eyebrows, then smiled dullly:
"You are injured, very Seriously, is it because of fighting with that Star God?"
"So you think you have a chance?"
Soshiyang threw aside the broken mask on his face and struggled. Bend your arms and spread your legs to form an offensive fighting stance
"Then come!"
The Lord of Death stretched out his hand, the respirator hissed, the huge scythe drew a dirty trajectory in the air, and the vicious evil light flickered on the edge of the scythe.
"Okay, let's do it."
Mortarion laughed maniacally, the scythe danced in his hand, and then pressed towards Soshyan like a landslide.
Soshiyang raised his sword to welcome him, and a decisive dance of death was quickly woven between the two warriors.
On the first day of the fight, Soshiyang was shocked by the opponent's terrifying power. Every time he collided, he felt as if he was fighting a Titan. Even the Yanyang Sword in his hand could not help but scream, and the opponent's size also had an overwhelming sexual advantage.
This was the first time he faced the original body. He never thought that the opponent's size would be so amazing. He was two heads taller than himself. He didn't know if it was caused by the demon's ascension
Fortunately, the opponent's speed was not particularly amazing. After more than ten rounds of fighting, Soshyan withdrew from the sickle's attack circle, panting and slowly circling his opponent, looking for weaknesses in Mortarion's defense.
However, the self-destruction of the Deceiver fragment just now seemed to have caused very serious damage to him. With just a little force, many wounds appeared on his body. Blood continued to seep out of his armor and dripped along the hem. on the ground.
To make matters worse, one of his heart seemed to have stopped beating, and the blood flow slowed down, making it difficult for him to breathe.
After taking a few breaths, Soshyan launched a lightning attack.
He rushed over, and the sword whizzed through the air to the right of Mortarion's head, but the opponent dodged from this fatal sword mark at the most impossible time, and this time At that time, Soshyan's front door was already wide open.
(End of this chapter)