The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"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 the Eldar cries of despair.

"Come on! Brother, I will save your sad fate!"

Mortarion, who had already covered the sky, let out a loud cry, then swooped down, and the worm wings behind him became like a cloud of colored mist.

Soshyan spit out a mouthful of pus and blood, then took a deep breath, pointing the blade to the sky.

He must be quick and precise, and the enemies blessed by Nurgle have extraordinary endurance, and they can survive the mortal wounds to all life.

Now he is almost equivalent to returning to the light, and the only remaining power must be killed in one hit, otherwise there will be no back.

The moment the two crossed each other, Veronica even covered her face.

Mortarion's scythe slashed a long **** mouth on Soshyan's side, and it could even be said to dig out a large piece of meat, and Soshyan also dropped his epee and almost cut the Lord of Death's head in half. , and finally submerged deeply into the opponent's neck.

When the sharp blade was drawn out, black scum spewed out, and steam was also bubbling from the sword.

Suoshyang gasped, not only the pain in his body, but the blow just now made his arm numb.

"Soshyan, stop fighting with him! You will die!"

Veronica's plea was directly ignored, Soshyan held her last breath and took the opponent's head straight again.

But the sword's edge swept past without hitting, Mortarion twisted like a boneless thing, then turned and swept, directly flying Soshyan with the sword, and created a deep hole in his chest. Wound.

After Soshyang fell heavily, he hurriedly rolled aside to avoid the opponent's stampede, and the scythe that the opponent then threw almost cut off Soshyang's head.

In the chaos, Soshyan seized the opportunity and inserted the sword in his hand into a rotten hole in his opponent's breastplate.

There was a groan, but Mortarion didn't flinch, he grabbed the sword instead.

"Very good attack, brother, if you weren't injured, I would never dare to take it."

After all, Mortarion's foot kicked **** Soshyan's breastplate, knocking him over into the muddy soup.

Soshyan was panting to stand up, but his chest was burning with pain. He knew that his lungs were full of holes, because he had inhaled too many of those deadly poisonous gases—

When he looked up, he saw a towering shadow blurry in front of his eyes.

"Sorry, brother, but in war, nothing is fair, is it?"

Then, the other party slowly raised the sickle, as if the executioner on the execution ground was about to execute the immobilized prisoner.

"Brother, believe me, what awaits you is not a desperate death, but a real new life."

The moment the scythe fell, Soshyan stretched out his hand to grab it, or at least resist it.

"Um?"

But Mortarion stopped himself. He put away his scythe and turned around, only to see a gunboat flying with the flag of the Black Heart Cabal in the sky diving at high speed, and the main gun on the head of the gunship was still firing frantically. Plow a ravine in the ground.

"Stop it!"

The soldiers of the Fourteenth Legion also noticed the thing that was heading straight for the Primarch, and immediately shot at the opponent with the weapons in their hands.

Assault guns, heavy bombs, armor-piercing rockets, and all kinds of light and heavy weapons are intertwined into the most piercing roaring movement on the battlefield.

The gunship soon trembled under the intense fire, the armor and structure continued to peel off, and finally fell from the air at a distance of 200 meters from the demon primarch, exploding into a huge fireball.

But Mortarion vaguely sensed something, stared at the pile of burning wreckage, and slowly raised his scythe.

However, just when the Demon Primarch was on guard, an accident that caught him off guard still happened.

Kacha-

There was a thunderous explosion, and the thunder and lightning crossed the battlefield like a giant snake, slammed into the chest of the Lord of Death who had not reacted at all, and directly knocked him out.

"what....."

With his hands on the ground, Soshyan tried to turn his head. At this time, his consciousness was already very blurred, and his vision was even more blurred.

In the end, he saw a tall human figure with a gold-studded dragon helmet slowly walking out of the burning ruins of the gunship, and even the helmet seemed alive under Soshyan's dizzy vision and against the background of the firelight, surrounded by a head. Electric light, eyes twinkling with flames.

The man was tall, looking thin and lean even in the gold and red armor, a heavy crimson cloak draped over his shoulders, lined with mottled fur that covered the fine details of the terracotta plate below. Gold-plated lines, the golden shoulder armor is carved into the head of an eagle with a sharp beak, engraved with elegant and weird text and lightning strike texture, a round lion guard is hung on the belt, and the eyes of the lion are inlaid with two. A luxurious antique ruby ​​with pearls on the sides.

He also holds a knife in his right hand. It is a slender single-edged machete. The blade is polished, and even in dim light, it still shines brightly. The dense electric arc travels on the knife, just like a materialized lightning. The gauntlet is sculpted in the form of a roaring beast.

When the other party strode toward him, Soshyan even heard the thunder and the sound of horses' hoofs faintly, as if the endless cavalry was galloping with a battle cry.

And Mortarion, who was sent flying, also propped himself up from the ground and turned his head sharply.

When he saw the person coming, he let out an unprecedented roar:

"It's you! It's actually you!!!"

Soshyan looked at each other, and for some reason, felt unusually familiar and at ease.

At this moment, several harlequins suddenly rushed out of nothingness, grabbed his armor and dragged him out of the battlefield~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and brought him to Veronica.

"Quick...Drink it quickly."

Veronica had already taken out the vial of panacea and was about to pull out the lid, but was immediately held down by Soshyan's blood-stained hand.

"No...no need...I'm fine."

"Don't worry about Talos, I've already had someone bring him back to the boat. He's fine, but you—"

Saying that, tears dripped from Veronica's eyes and fell on Soshyan and shattered, but the stench and poisonous smoke that the other party continued to emit made her tremble, and she tried to channel her power into Sosh. Yang inside the body, but found that a mud cow entered the sea - there was no reaction at all.

At this time, the visitor has already quickened his pace.

The Death Shrouds also changed their formation immediately, trying to stop the new enemy, but their speed was like slow motion in a silent movie compared to each other.

Suoshyang tried his best to open his eyes and watched the other party raise the knife gracefully and calmly. Even in his eyes, the light of the knife was just an afterimage.

Before this, he had never seen such a terrifying speed, such a restrained wildness, and such a bottomless and ruthless art.

As the man twirled the long knife with his wrist, the cold light reflected like a halo from his gilded armor, with a sharp aristocratic contempt.

Suddenly, he slowed down, strode forward, and unhurriedly swung his knife at the first blocker - but in Soshyan's eyes, it was not a knife, but a living creature, a An untamed soul.