How can a retired savior be considered retired if his price drops to 40,000?

Chapter 343: The pedicurist has an invincible frame when rolling

One second, is it that slow?

Sevatar had a hard time thinking about this question.

The essence of the spirit base embedding project performed by means of the Ortenaus modification on the power armor is a destruction of the soul of the person involved - it is better to say that any necromancy that relies on a living person is like this. The Ortenaus modification can only reduce the damage that people without relevant talents need to endure when carrying out this process to a reversible level.

It was as if all the nerves in his body were ignited at the same moment, and the burning pain spread throughout Sevata's body along the neural interface in a single thought, but he had expected this. Such pain might make mortals wail and roll on the ground, but for Astartes, it was not something worth mentioning. This happened every time he tried to borrow the power of Jeanne Alter, and it didn't even interrupt his movements.

At the point in time when the project was finished, the pain immediately stopped like an army under orders, and what remained was only an illusory aftertaste. The electrical signals on his nerves that had not yet completely run away were still stimulating Sevatar's senses, but at the same time, he had disappeared from where he was—at a speed that a person wearing Iron Knight-style Terminator armor should not have. The narrow corridor of more than four meters in width could be crossed in a flash, and the vibration of the motor on the activated chainsaw halberd was first transmitted to his hand by the long pole. At that moment, he jumped up and floated in the air, very confident that he could hit the torso of the Great Keeper of Secrets that was wide open due to the destruction of the wall, but—

Just in the tiny moment, perhaps only a few microseconds, before the sound of the high-speed rolling single-molecular chain blade cutting through the air reached Sevatar's ears, one of the demon's crab-claw-like limbs had already rushed towards his face.

In Sevatar's own perception, time was stretched from that moment on. A subtle force was flowing through his limbs, which was controlled by him but not entirely his. It was too fast, and he had no time to distinguish whether it was the assistance of Jeanne Alter or his own psychic power. He just obeyed his instincts, using them like using his own nerves, muscles and bones, controlling himself to slightly turn his head to the side, and retracted the chainsaw halberd that had not been chopped out in time, and held it horizontally in front of him.

As he completed all the above actions, the sharp and slender crab claw pierced into the air beside his neck with a whistling sound, brushing against his head and shoulder armor. The rotating single-molecule halberd blade in his hand scraped a large string of sparks on the demon's limb, which was as hard as adamantium. Judging from the feel, it should not have caused any visible damage. But at the same time, the power in Sevatar's body naturally flowed through his hands into the weapon, and finally left obvious burn marks behind the string of sparks.

But it wasn't over yet. A subtle feeling of dizziness attacked the Night Lord at this moment. The gift from the Gene Father tore his consciousness into two halves: one part of him was still in the present, suspended in the slowed-down time; the other part of him had gone to a few seconds later - he was slammed back to the ground by a shield of human skin covered with pale blood loss, but still strangely soft and warm like a living thing, and even groaning, and then was stepped into the ground by the heavy hoof of the demon.

Under Sevatar's will, red flames gushed out from the seams of the modified armor, which had no gaps. This lasted only a short moment, and it looked like Sevatar was like a red lumen with poor contact, which suddenly lit up for a moment and then dimmed again - but the thrust generated at this moment was real, and successfully curbed his momentum in the air.

The edge of the shield slipped past him, followed closely by the great demon's jeweled wrist. Sevatar tried his best to swing the weapon in his hand, trying to adjust it to a more suitable angle for attack, but it was too hasty after all. He began to fall in the midst of Jeanne Alter's complaints, and failed to aim the single-molecule chain blade at the target he was supposed to attack. He may have only broken a few gems on the bracelet of the Great Keeper of Secrets, and had to fall along with Baal's gravity, kneeling down to prepare for the impact.

All of the above happened very quickly. After everything was done, the timer in the helmet showed that only a little more than a second had passed. The continuous bombs almost brushed Sevatar's head and flew towards Shalaxi Demon Scourge. The Blood Angel who had been holding the gun finally found the right time to fire, but it didn't work. As Sevatar regained his sense of time, the bomb gun in the continuous shooting mode just put on a grand fireworks show on the demon: the fire and sound effects were sufficient, the damage caused was minimal, and Shalaxi Demon Scourge didn't even bother to dodge or defend.

Even though he already knew theoretically that "long-range weapons are not effective against demons", the Night Lord was still slightly surprised by this "first time seeing" scene. But this feeling did not slow down the development of the situation: amid the battle cry of "live up to the blood of Sanguinius", another Blood Angel rushed forward and tried to chop off the enemy's leg with the chainsaw axe in his hand, but was avoided by Xia Laxi in an instant with a dance-like and dazzling movement. The blood slaves' laser guns finally opened fire, although they did not have any visible effect. At this time, it seemed to notice the other bugs harassing it under its feet, and opened its mouth, angrily letting out a soul-shaking scream, and used its other human-like arm to drag out a jeweled scimitar from the void -

——In just a moment, almost everyone was unable to react. All the mortal servants who walked out of the room were killed, including the Blood Angel who was closer to Xia Laxi, who was also cut off at the waist by the flashing knife light. This might be enough to break the morale of all mortal troops, and even make the well-trained blood slaves stop shooting in shock, but it only made Sevatar notice some details that he had not noticed before:

"That hand." He confirmed with Jeanne Alter using his mind, "The hand holding the knife is a new one that has just grown. Is Debit really good?"

Jeanne Alter did not reply, but through the direct connection of the soul (spiritual base), Sevata could clearly sense that the other party was not in a good mood. A large number of colorful analysis and readings appeared on the eyepiece of the helmet without the control of the owner of the armor - it was obviously the work of the Heroic Spirit, but Sevata did not have time to pay attention to what they said. He also stepped forward, following the steps of the cousin of the Holy Blood Angel who had been miserable and turned into half, and tried to attack the lower body of the demon.

Sevatar was always honest with himself, so he would not try to convince himself that he could win in this battle where there was a significant difference in size. Xarashi's dodging steps were still elegant and like dancing - he had seen it once, but he did not draw any useful experience from it. The big demon's footsteps were different from the normal logic of martial arts, full of fancy fake moves, so it was difficult to predict the opponent's next move. The difference in size would also make Sevatar foreseeably exhausted in the next battle. Even though he had this armor with subspace technology, he could easily cause damage to the demon in front of him that the bolter could not cause, but it would be meaningless if he could not hit it. Therefore, his defeat was only a matter of time.

Although at the beginning, he made a bold statement to challenge Sigismund's record for the longest battle with the Primarch, now all his ambitions were extinguished by the existence of Charasi the Scourge, which was like a basin of ice water. Some desperate blood slaves with weak wills had already surrendered to the temptation of the aura of indulgence, put down their weapons and staggered towards the battlefield, but were torn apart in an instant by the two dancing like a storm in the center. The only remaining Blood Angel realized the gap in ability and wisely gave up the urge to intervene in this seemingly evenly matched battle. Instead, he took the mortal servants who could barely move and began to try to drag his brother, who was only half of his body, out of the battle group. No one would know better than Cevita how precarious the situation was under this seemingly evenly matched appearance. He couldn't keep up with the opponent's speed - even though the strange feeling that time seemed to be stretched out in his subjective mind appeared repeatedly, and the gift of foresight always reminded him in time when he was about to fall into decline, so he had more time to react than his opponent, but Xia Laxi Mo Zai's speed was overwhelming and desperate compared to him, and the so-called advantages mentioned above could not pull him to a high enough level to make him equal to the opponent based on the objective existence of this disadvantage. He was able to deal with the opponent for more than three seconds with the above advantages, and even the fact that he was still alive now, all depended on: the opponent did not really target him.

This is a problem that can be easily sensed from the opponent as the other party in the duel, and it is very infuriating. For a moment, Sevatar wanted to know whether Sigismund had the same mood as he did when he fought Fulgrim on the city wall, but he forgot it as soon as he turned his head. He did not have time to think about these trivial matters. The trampling of the sheep's hooves, the waving of the crab claws and the flashing of the knife of the Grand Keeper of Secrets were the actual sword of Damocles hanging over his head. He had to concentrate on these things to prolong his life, which was likely to end soon.

"This thing just wants to move forward." Jeanne Alter also realized this and began to speak angrily in Sevatar's mind, "It doesn't take us seriously at all. If we hadn't been persistent in blocking its way, it might not even bother to swing its knife."

"Lady Saint is very perceptive." Sevatar replied sarcastically, "If it weren't for this, we would have died long ago."

He could clearly feel that this sentence immediately ignited the anger of his warp partner, but they really didn't have time to fight each other even in a sentence in their minds. In this moment, they barely maintained their balance, so Sevatar, who was unable to dodge, stood still and raised his chain saw halberd like a weightlifter. The weight he needed to resist fell straight down in the next moment: Xia Laxi Demon Disaster's blade accurately hit the middle of the long pole of the chain saw halberd. The pearly white scimitar forged from the secret treasure of the vast ocean did not really hurt the blue-black chain saw halberd, which was also stacked with warp energy - but this was still a very unwise behavior, because at this moment, it was the muscles and bones in Sevatar's own arms that wailed.

This was a terrible reaction. Jeanne Alter didn't say anything even in her mind, but Sevatar could feel the words. A force so heavy that it almost crushed him completely poured down from the weapon that was in contact with the opponent, trying to crush Sevatar into a meat pie with the firmness and emotionlessness of a hydraulic press. To be honest, he had already judged that the opponent's strength was probably comparable to that of the Primarch, so how could he lose his mind on the battlefield and come up with such a stupid move that would definitely lead to his death?

Time stretched in his eyes again, but Sevatar would rather it didn't. He didn't want to savor every detail before his death. He felt the pain in his arm muscles during the confrontation, and guessed that if he could master the biochemical psychic power, he might be able to feel the details of the fibers in his muscles breaking bit by bit; his bones couldn't withstand this level of pressure - if the weapon in his hand didn't have some psychic power, then maybe the opponent wanted to split him in half, it wouldn't be more difficult than cutting a piece of tofu -

—And then the knife really cut.

Sevatar didn't know how to react for a moment, because the pressure on the weapon in his hand disappeared in an instant, and he was caught off guard and stumbled forward, hitting the rapidly falling pearly white blade. It was a very strange feeling, he watched the sharp blade approaching his head, between his eyes, he saw the illusory soul reflected on the blade, heard the groaning and wailing of the subspace creatures living in it, felt it pass through his armor and body without any hindrance, hit the ground, and caused a straight crack in the solid marble, and then - still alive and well, and without feeling any unnecessary pain.

The power armor automatically took the next step for him, allowing him to regain his balance and advance. Sevatar didn't react to what happened, but he didn't need to think about what to do next: he took another step and retracted the chain saw halberd, and then the next step, until the distance between the enemy and us became close enough, and before Xia Lasi successfully retracted the knife - he used the chain saw halberd with red hatred on the chain blade as a javelin and threw it at the enemy fiercely!
"------"

The sharp howl of the Great Keeper of Secrets let Sevata know that he had finally succeeded in inflicting the only damage that could be properly called "damage" since the start of the war, but at that moment, his eyes were a little blurry. A different feeling of dizziness attacked him the moment he threw the chainsaw halberd, a bit like the feeling of being helplessly forced to endure the pilot's whimsical ideas in the cockpit of a Thunderhawk. This abnormality came and went quickly, leaving only a ball of bloody smell in Sevata's mouth. Jeanne Alter's thoughts were hitting his mind fiercely, making him realize what was going on with the series of strange things that happened at this moment:

"I can't protect you next time." The crosshairs on the Iron Cavalry Power Armor's eyepiece kept moving around under her control, and it was impossible to keep the Great Keeper's figure stable in it. "Can this damn thing stop moving! I can't even hit the Noble Phantasm like this!"

With his hands empty, Sevatar swallowed the blood clot stuck in his throat and sneered: "I think 'next time' may not be too far away."

The next moment, he threw himself to the side without regard for his dignity, in a very comical way that was totally inconsistent with his several titles, and with his heavy armor on, he rolled three steps forward in the scattered construction debris - just in time to avoid two crab claws that fell from the sky from the exasperated Great Secret Keeper.

"Oh, now you finally have me in your eyes." The dusty Sevatar turned on the speaker and laughed at the enemy who finally decided to solve the obstacle in front of him before continuing to move towards the goal. "It's really rare, I'm so happy!"

Happy as hell. This is what he said to himself in his heart: There is no Primarch around me who can throw me out of the battlefield in time. Doesn't this mean that I will die soon?

(End of this chapter)