Chapter 1507 Evil Breaking Thunder
“My father is invincible!!!”
The true form of the demon primarch made all the plague warriors around him praise and cheer, and also made all spirits The tribe let out a desperate cry.
"Come on! Brother, I will save your miserable fate!"
Mortarion, whose figure had already covered the sky, shouted, then swooped down, behind him The insect wings became like a colorful mist.
Soshyan spat out a mouthful of pus and blood, then took a deep breath and pointed the sword blade in his hand at the sky.
He must be quick and precise. Enemies blessed by Nurgle have extraordinary endurance and can survive wounds that are fatal to all living things.
Now he is almost like a flashback, and the remaining strength must be killed with one blow, otherwise there will be no future.
The moment the two of them met, Veronica even covered her face.
Mortarion's sickle made a long bloody hole on Soshyan's side, which could even be said to have dug out a large piece of flesh. Soshyan also dropped his heavy sword, almost killing the Lord of Death. His head was cut in half, and finally it was deeply buried in the opponent's neck.
When the sharp blade was drawn out, black rot spewed out, and steam was rising from the sword.
Soshyan took a breath. Not only was he in severe pain, but the blow just now also made his arm numb.
"Soshyan, stop fighting with him! You will die!"
Veronica's plea was ignored, and Soshyan held back his last breath, Take the opponent's head directly again.
But the sword edge passed by and missed. Mortarion twisted like a boneless thing, then turned around and swept across, knocking Soshyan away with his sword and hitting him in the chest. Create a deep wound.
After falling heavily, Soshyan quickly rolled aside to avoid the opponent's stampede. The sickle thrown out by the opponent almost cut off Soshyan's head.
In the chaos, Soshyan found the opportunity and inserted his sword into a rotten hole in his opponent's breastplate.
There was a groan, but Mortarion did not flinch, and instead grabbed the sword.
"A wonderful attack, brother, I would never dare to take this if you were not injured."
After saying that, Mortarion kicked Soshyan's breastplate hard with his foot. Go up and knock him over into the mud soup.
Soshiyang gasped and wanted to stand up, but his chest was burning. He knew that his lungs were full of holes because he had inhaled too much deadly poisonous gas——
When he raised his head , saw a towering shadow vaguely appear before his eyes.
"I'm sorry, brother, but in war, there is no fairness in anything, right?"
Then, the other party slowly raised the sickle, as if the executioner was preparing for it on the execution ground. Execute prisoners who cannot move.
“Brother, believe me, what awaits you is not a desperate death, but a true rebirth.”
The moment the sickle fell, Soshyan stretched out his hand to catch it, or at least to resist it.
"Huh?"
But Mortarion stopped himself. He put away his scythe and turned around, only to see a gunboat flying the flag of the Black Heart Cabal in the sky at great speed. It swooped in, and the main gun on the gunboat's head was still firing wildly, plowing a ravine in the ground.
“Stop it!”
The soldiers of the Fourteenth Legion also noticed this thing heading straight for the original body, and immediately shot at the opponent with their weapons.
Assault guns, heavy explosive shells, armor-piercing rockets, and a variety of light and heavy weapons interweave into the most ear-piercing roaring music on the battlefield. The gunboat soon trembled under the intensive firepower, its armor and structure continued to peel off, and finally fell from the air two hundred meters away from the demon original body, exploding into a huge fireball.
But Mortarion vaguely sensed something, stared at the pile of burning wreckage, and then slowly raised the scythe.
However, just when the demon primarch was on guard, an accident happened that caught him off guard.
Click——
There was a thunderous explosion, and the thunder and lightning passed through the battlefield like a giant snake, hitting the chest of the Lord of Death who was completely unresponsive, and directly knocked him away.
“What.”
Soshiyang, who was holding his hands on the ground, tried to turn his head. At this time, his consciousness was very blurred, and his vision was a blur of colors.
Finally, he saw a tall human figure wearing a golden dragon helmet slowly walking out of the ruins of the burning gunboat. Even the helmet seemed alive under Soshyan's dizzy vision and against the firelight. The same as before, his head was surrounded by lightning, and his eyes were flashing with fire.
The man was very tall and looked thin and lean even in the golden and red armor. A thick crimson cloak hung on his shoulders, lined with mottled fur, and the fur covered the lower part. The fine gilded lines made of ceramic steel plates, the golden shoulder armor are carved into the head of an eagle with a sharp beak, and are engraved with strange and elegant text and lightning strike textures. A round lion guard is hung on the belt. The lion's eyes are inlaid with two ancient and luxurious rubies, and pearls are dotted on the sides.
He is also holding a knife in his right hand, which is a slender single-edged scimitar. The blade has been polished and still shines brightly even in dim light. Dense arcs of electricity travel around the blade, like lightning. The handle of the knife The gauntlet is carved into the shape of a roaring beast.
When the opponent strode towards him, Soshyan even faintly heard the thunder and the sound of horse hooves, as if endless cavalry were galloping in with war roars.
Mortarion, who was knocked away, stood up from the ground and turned his head sharply.
When he saw the person coming, he let out an unprecedented angry roar:
“It’s you! It’s you!!!”
Soshyan looked at the other party, and for some reason, he felt unusually familiar and at ease.
At this time, several clowns suddenly rushed out of the void, grabbed his armor and dragged him out of the battlefield and brought him to Veronica.
“Drink it quickly.”
Veronica had already taken out the small bottle of panacea and was about to pull out the cap, but was immediately held down by Soshyan’s blood-stained hand. .
“No, no need. I’m fine.”
"Don't worry about Talos, I've had him brought back to the ship. He's not in serious condition, but you-"
As she spoke, tears fell from Veronica's eyes, falling on her Soshyan's body was smashed to pieces, but the stench and poisonous smoke that the other party continued to emit made her tremble with fear. Moreover, she tried to merge her power into Soshyan's body, but found that it was a mud cow falling into the sea - there was no reaction at all.
At this time, the visitor had already quickened his pace.
The Death Shrouds immediately changed their formation, trying to stop this new enemy, but their speed was like slow motion in a silent movie compared to their opponent.
Soshiyang tried his best to keep his eyes open and watched the other party raise the knife gracefully and calmly. The light of the knife even seemed to him to be just afterimages.
Before this, he had never seen such terrifying speed, such restrained wildness, or such bottomless and ruthless art.
When the man rotated the long knife with his wrist, the cold light reflected like a halo from his gold-plated armor, with a sharp contempt like an aristocrat.
Suddenly, he slowed down, strode forward, and swung his knife at the first blocker unhurriedly - but in Soshiyang's eyes, it was not a knife, but a knife. A living creature, a soul that cannot be tamed.
(End of this chapter)