Chapter 1923: The Head of Two Hundred Swordsmen (Part 2)
“You will die quickly!!!!”
Lucius roared and rushed forward, overflowing with blood. Resentment condensed on his sword blade, and he slashed at his opponent crazily. The man dodged sideways in front of his sword, then responded quickly and briefly. At the same time, while spinning, he resisted three battle axes swung by the tentacles. tap.
The sword blades collided fiercely between them, creating even more intense sparks and fighting spirit.
Suddenly, Lucius's sword thrust forward, and at the same time, the tentacles wrapped around the battle ax rotated in circles and struck the opponent's head from behind.
But the other party suddenly turned around, exposing his back to him, and then the sword in his hand passed between the two axes, cutting off the tip of the tentacle.
Lucius hesitated for a moment and accelerated, but the moment he pierced the opponent's body, he was blocked by the blade of another sword.
As the yellow silk fell, a shining Chanabar saber was revealed, which blocked Lucius's sword.
Lucius opened his mouth slightly in shock, and the man turned around suddenly, holding the Holy Flame Sword in his forehand and the Chanabar Saber in his backhand, as if dancing some kind of dance from Lucius Going around, Lucius also instinctively slashed out.
After a brief sound of metal collision, the two stopped ten meters away from each other, with their backs facing each other.
When the two turned around together, Lucius glanced at the notches on the other's shoulder armor and showed a nervous smile, but his smile froze immediately.
The Immortal opened his eyes wide and lowered his head slightly. He saw five deep sword marks on his chest and abdomen, and thick dark black blood spurted out from them.
At this moment, Caesar finally understood that this person was not Thor. Thor definitely did not have this kind of sword skills and strength. There was only one person in the entire Third Legion who had this ability——
The former legion pharmacist trembled his lips and spat out the name.
"The leader of the two hundred swordsmen. The second company commander, Akulduna!"
The mysterious warrior pointed his sword at the gloomy-looking Lucius and said slowly:
"Lucius, I said that your biggest enemy is yourself. The essence of your strong self-esteem is cowardice. It is easy to be transformed into inferiority and mania by failure, just like now, your heart is wavering, so is your sword."
Lucius's scarred face twitched a few times, and his face was already. No expression can be seen, not even the eyes, only crazy.
Then he pressed the pressure plate on his arm, and all the medicines in the medicine shelf behind him were instantly pumped into his body, dyeing his skin and blood vessels unnatural red and purple.
“Ha——”
Lucius opened his mouth full of fangs, spit out a mouthful of white mist, and then he disappeared from the spot, seemingly not appearing at all.
Almost the moment Lucius disappeared, Amnak turned around smoothly, stabbed out with his left hand, slashed with his right arm, blocked the shining blade of Ral, and knocked away the man who was holding the battle ax again. Magic whip.
"Death! Die! Die!"
Lucius has only one thought left now, kill the person in front of him, kill the guy who destroyed his perfection!
He has abandoned all skills and sword skills, completely letting his instinct control the fighting process, pushing his speed and ferocity to the extreme. It was with this primitive but brutal enough tactic that he defeated thousands of people. The legendary swordsman Sanakht.
It's a pity that he met a master who was good at taming "savagery". The opponent also abandoned the conventional sword skills and only responded to every attack in the most appropriate and suitable way. This flexible response method made Lucius crazy. There is absolutely no place to play.
The two of them fought from near the throne to the console, smashing a bunch of meditators, and then moved to the trophy stand, knocking down rows of piled skulls and various weapons, and some The Slaanesh succubus wanted to join in the fun, but as soon as it got close, it was immediately dismembered by frantic blades, and purple bodily fluids sprayed on the walls and floor.
The entire bridge seemed to be shaking and trembling due to the battle between the two. But gradually, the effect of the medicine began to wear off, Lucius's hands and feet began to become heavy, his vision began to become blurred, and he was even unable to keep up with the agility of his opponent.
In the end, he was unable to parry the opponent's sword and could only believe that his enchanted armor could withstand the impact.
The blade of the sword scratched the shoulder armor. Lucius staggered and barely withstood it, and then used the Ral Blade to block the blow of the opponent's saber to the unarmored neck, and then gritted his teeth and swallowed it with a groan. Attacking with a slash to the side, the moment the opponent approached him, Lucius relaxed his suppression of the souls bound to the armor.
This is his last resort.
In the blink of an eye, every wailer clinging to his broken armor screamed, releasing their pent-up malice and hatred with a deafening crescendo. The sound waves visible to the naked eye even shattered. Most of the facilities on the bridge, as well as the Slaanesh succubi, including some Slaanesh warriors, knelt down under the strong sound.
Amnak was also impacted and staggered back a few steps, as if he had been hit by a thunder hammer.
Lucius squeezed out the last of his strength and followed the downward trajectory of the Shengyan sword with amazing agility. At the same time, he actually dodged the fierce attack of the saber that came after him. Then he immediately spun around and came behind the opponent. With perfect timing, he swung the sharp blade directly at the opponent's neck, trying to kill this nightmare in an instant.
However, this was just a small trap. Amnak's seemingly affected speed suddenly increased. Lucius's fatal blow only touched the corner of the opponent's helmet and did not get close to the opponent's neck at all. .
Failed, Lucius couldn't control his body shape at all and instinctively fell forward, but was stopped by the opponent's kick.
The heavy iron boots kicked the Immortal, and the champion of Slaanesh was immediately thrown away with a terrifying loud noise. The bang was like an explosion and knocked down a lot of shattered objects. The facility then violently flipped and rolled into the pile of corpses.
That’s it——
Lucius the Immortal, lost.
This was not his first failure, but it was the first time he was completely humiliated, even more humiliating than the time Sharokin defeated him.
“Save the Immortal!”
The Nashikai Brigade and Lucius have already established a soul contract. They cannot sit back and watch the Immortal be killed again, otherwise they will Once he is resurrected, he will most likely take revenge on everyone present.
Amnak turned around to face the surging enemy group, hardly staying in any position for more than half a second. All the bombs he fired hit far away.
In the blink of an eye, he spun and rushed in front of Cassodos. This noise warrior used to lead a warband called the Ring of Purity. He was later captured to Commorragh and rescued by Lucius. Added Flawless Blade.
He was the commander of the 318th company during the legion period, but now he is just a monster who can only make weird screams.
But his cry ended at this moment. Amnak knocked the scimitar from the opponent's hand, and struck the Noise Warrior's body with his left hand, and Kasodos barely had time to react. .
The chaotic noise was covered by a crisp sound, which was the echo of the collision of steel and steel.
By the time Kasodos came to his senses, he had already been knocked away. His breastplate was split. The blow just now almost cut the whole man in half.
When he hit the ground, the Noise Warrior was lifeless.
(End of this chapter)