Chapter 1506 The Poison of the End
“Heh.”
Seizing this brief opportunity, Mortarion gripped the scythe and struck out on the ground, aiming directly at Soshyan’s head. The lower body, and combined with the forward pounding of the sickle handle, perfectly launched a chain attack.
Realizing that he was in danger of losing his legs, Soshyan restrained himself and jumped back into a backflip, landing easily on the ground.
But at this moment, the opponent's handle rushed over and hit Soshiyang hard on the chest.
"Well -"
The pain coming from his chest made Soshiyang's clenched teeth unable to hold on any longer. He spurted out a mouthful of blood, then staggered back, barely able to maintain his balance.
But the opponent was not in a hurry to pursue.
"Brother."
Mortarion weighed the scythe in his hand, transferred it from his right hand to his left hand, then back again, and shook his head.
"I have always been very suspicious of your death. I have been investigating the truth of the matter for so many years, but I am always disturbed by some force. I guess you may know who is controlling everything behind the scenes?"
Soshiyang The answer was silence.
“So, even if you are treated like this, you are still maintaining the decadent empire that no longer belongs to our father in the past? Whether it’s Qin, Dorne, Russ, or Jaghatai, Both Guilliman and Sanguinius are so loyal and stubborn."
Soshiyang's response was to jump up and rush forward at a faster speed, waving. His sword was used to find Mortarion's heart.
This time he squeezed out all his strength and moved so incredibly fast that the Eldar around him could barely see his sword.
But the Lord of Death turned the blade away with an almost careless flick of his wrist and responded with a clang of steel.
In a flash of lightning, Soshyan's sword slipped into the inner circle of Mortarion's defense and penetrated the opponent's throat.
Mortarion very calmly used the side handle of the scythe to lock Soshyan's sword, preventing the opponent from making any further progress. Then he suddenly released his right hand and thrust forward with his fingers, stabbing Soshyan's belly.
Soshyan was also forced to grab the opponent's hand with his left hand, and the two were in a stalemate, but Mortarion seemed to notice the golden ring on Soshyan's hand.
“Interesting.”
The distraction of the opponent was exactly what Soshyan needed. He suddenly pulled the sword out of the opponent's lock, swung forward forcefully, and slashed across the neck of the Lord of Death.
At the last moment, Mortarion tilted his head to prevent his neck from being pierced.
And he also found the right opportunity, stretched out a black dagger from the back of his right hand, and stabbed Soshyan in the abdomen.
Soshyan staggered back and turned sideways, black blood oozing out from the wound, and his eyes widened in extreme pain.
Mortarion shook his head, then touched his neck with his hand, and then looked at the light green blood remaining in his palm.
At this time, there was a dagger in his left hand.
"I'm sorry, brother, this is the order of my loving father. I don't hate you, and there is no hatred between us, but this is reality. If my loving father wants to take her away, he will also take you away."
Soshyan's shoulders twitched, and his fingers lost their grip on the sword. The weapon immediately slipped from his fingers, and the tip was stuck in the mud, trembling.
“This is the poison prepared by the loving father himself, called the End. It is better than the old enemy blade that hurt Horus in the first place. Even we can’t resist it, so don’t struggle anymore, it will only make you suffer. You are in more pain." Soshyan's legs softened and he almost fell to his knees. He grabbed the sword stuck on the ground at the last moment to prevent himself from completely surrendering.
"Despicable person, you who have offered foolish loyalty to the evil god, what qualifications do you have to bark here!"
"Despicable? Yes, I also feel that I am despicable. We have all become ourselves. The most annoying appearance, so I have been hating it for ten thousand years! I hate my father, I hate my brother, I hate this world, I hate myself.”
Kneel down on one knee. Soshyan could no longer speak and could only pant violently. His heart seemed to explode. The blood vessels near his brain kept twitching like springs. His vision gradually became dim, and the surrounding sounds slowly faded away.
This poison is obviously so overbearing that even the gray marrow in his body cannot have any effect. In other words, without the gray marrow, he would have collapsed by now.
Suddenly, in the corner of his peripheral vision, Soshyan noticed something new appearing.
They didn't have any form before he got close, surrounding them like fungi or cells under a microscope.
Then they slowly took on shapes, teeth, folds, mouthparts, poisonous stingers, stripes, and strange pigment groups.
In the end it became a grotesque squirming thing, waving tentacles and claws with a murderous sneer.
The biggest one among them is as fat as a glutton whose abdomen can be used as a mattress. Its square head with antlers is short and fat, and it is as ugly as a trap. Tattered cushions in broken furniture, skin with cracks everywhere, infested with maggots and various wounds and running herpes.
As for the skin on its chest, it has completely rotted away, revealing the pale muscles under the skin.
There is also a huge hole in the creature's chest, and many small creatures are playing in the small holes between the ribs and the deteriorated muscles. They look like miniature versions of the big guy they are parasitizing.
Then, the thing turned its head to face Soshyan, and the rotten mucous membrane on its body shook gently with every breath.
"I, Gakus, will wait for your arrival in the garden of my loving father, son of the curse."
What the other party said was actually very vague, and even impossible to understand, but Soshyan now has no power to disperse them, and those forms gradually surround him.
No!
Anger rose in Soshyan's mind, eventually turning into a sword burning with crimson flames in his hand, and he imagined himself standing up and cutting off their tentacles and heads with the sword.
He wants to make this a reality and let them be crushed by him with one hand.
Soshiyang silently roared his fury into the vast sea of subspace, and destruction poured out of his heart in waves.
Then, he stood up, brandished his sword of wrath, and protected himself with strong determination turned into armor.
He would rather lose everything than fail here!
"Oh?"
Seeing Soshyan stand up again, Mortarion raised his eyebrows slightly and made a surprised sound.
"Okay, brother, you are stronger than I thought, then-"
Suddenly, the Lord of Death fluttered his wings, and his figure began to expand in mid-air. The shriveled insect wings became plump and colorful, green horns sprouted from the shoulder armor, and deadly venom flowed from the tips of the horns. At the same time, the incense burners hanging on his body exploded one after another, and thick green smoke surrounded his body, as if One by one, even the air became as deadly as concentrated sulfuric acid.
Mortarion's originally pale face now looked more like a shriveled skeleton, with two pale green flames burning brightly in his skinless eye sockets.
(End of this chapter)