God Emperor’s Angel of Death

He walked through the smoke and dust and walked towards Soshian with his shoulders lowered, as if he was heading toward the bite of a blizzard.

A jet-black cloak was fastened to the back of his neck by a bone buckle. A huge skull and sharp teeth from a dead wild beast formed his right shoulder armor, which looked like Tyranid.

Mazar did not wear a helmet, revealing the vicissitudes of the ravine, like a weather-beaten cliff, with a short ash-gray hair on top.

He doesn't have a beard, his cheekbones are high, the tattoos on his chin are like open skull jaws, and his iron-grey eyes, like armor, are shining, revealing a thrilling spirit.

The warriors under his command are also wild, their weapons and Battle Armor are studded with various bones torn from the corpse.

These ghost-like warriors follow the leader, like a flock of birds flying on the airflow brought by the head geese. Many people are not even sure whether the Death Gods wearing plastic steel armor will stop. pace.

But in any case, this naked and provocative gesture made all Astral Knights angry.

Later, Soshian's calm voice reached every warrior's ear.

"Stay steady, this is just a bluff, nothing more."

As he said, these Death Gods stopped and surrounded them in a semicircle.

"Astral Knight Chapter is long, Soshian Ariksha."

Mazar said loudly, his voice was loud and harsh, like a cold predator.

"My name is Magyar, the chapter of the ascetic chapter is long, and the temple lord of death."

The next second, his sickle fell violently.

Soshian also drew his sword out of its sheath at the same time, faster than most people's naked eyes can capture, as if cloak is like a cloud.

Mazar greeted him with a giant sickle.

Amid the scream of metal collision, a shock wave shot out from around the two of them, rolling up a piece of ashes mixed with dust.

Seeing the Chapter Long being attacked, the Astral Knights were all eager to do something, but Thor drank them.

The warrior of the Ascetic Chapter is always indifferent and seems to be used to such scenes.

"Lord Magyar, is this the way you wait for a guest?"

Soshian hissed and repelled the attack again.

"This is the courtesy of the warrior."

Magyar grunted while blocking the close blade.

Although he is so heavy and ruthless in his hand, his movements are no slower than Soshian, and every attack is very firm, tight and steady.

"If this can gain your respect."

Soshian laughed and waved the sword edge dexterously again.

Confrontation with a Chapter leader is a challenge he has been looking for for a long time, compared with the previous battles which are fundamentally insignificant.

Following Saul to practice the sword technique during this period, he has been eager to have an opponent who can sharpen his skill.

Soshian let out a low growl, and dashed in close, with one foot swiftly, the Sacred Yan sword suddenly pierced Magyar's abdomen.

But just before he was about to succeed, the giant sickle swung across the gear at a tricky angle.

The two weapons draw a string of sparks in the collision and dragging.

"It's too slow."

Mazar mocked, and then clasped the scythe with both hands and waved it at a very fast speed.

After knowing that the other party was serious, Soshian also took out 12 points to deal with it.

In the fierce battle between the two Chapters, in the eyes of mortals, only the frost blades are flying and the thunderbolt is hidden in it, but they can't get a glimpse of the real appearance.

Every blow of Lord Mazar is still breaking the mountain and the sea, but Soshian is like a surfer in the waves, walking calmly in the stormy sea with graceful "dance steps".

This is the "sword dance" researched by the swordsmen of Wang Court Blade ten thousand years ago. So far, very few people have mastered it.

Soshian's learning time is still short, in Thor's opinion, he can't even perform a tenth of the sword dance.

But it is more than enough to deal with such an offensive.

The key to sword dance is to bring the opponent into your own rhythm, with the tip of the sword as the center of the circle, and constantly drag the opponent's attack with a semicircular movement track, and always keep the opponent under the threat of the tip of your sword. .

"young man, the sword technique is good, who taught you."

Although Soshian has been leading the way, Mazar doesn't seem to be worried, and still breathing rhythmically , And maintain a strong desire to attack.

This battle seems to soon become an endurance race.

"Our Chapter instructor."

Soshian whispered and waved the holy flame, slashing out a fatal raid.

Mazar held up the blow, and his heavy boots sank about half an inch into the ground.

A missed hit, Soshian immediately stopped and launched a series of swift blade offensives as he moved on a semicircular trajectory.

The Sacred Yan sword slanted across Magyar's heavy shoulder armor and shook him for a while.

As time went by, Soshian's sword edge became more violent, and the sword body clinked with a giant sickle.

"Then I will teach you now."

The Legendary hero of Imperium, after letting out a dull laugh, began to boost his spirits and approached Soshian with steady efficiency. .

He strode closer, stabilized his feet, and constantly made extremely destructive attacks.

The collision and rebound of the two weapons can only be seen to be distorted by the afterimage, and the twin blades burst out of sparks and flicker in the air, and every action declares the majesty of the angel.

Soshian was surprised to find that his dance steps were broken, as if a Barbarian suddenly broke into the banquet.

A hypocritical civilized mask that is quickly torn apart by wild and fierce attacks.

"Fancy techniques can be used, but don't neglect our own strength!"

Mazar accelerated, and the sickle fell like thunder.

Soshian took the blow hard, and the tip of the sickle was no more than inches from his head.

"Teached."

After saying that, he flashed the movement method and circled Mazar, making it almost impossible to notice how he kept his balance.

When they collided again, the impact was deafening.

The top leaders of the two Chapters fight each other, doing their best in every attack.

Unconsciously, they have been fighting for half an hour.

Soshian continues to fight, but he needs space to play his speed. He must break free from the restraints, hold the fighting initiative in his own hands, and break free from Mazar's suffocating entanglement.

After that, he summoned all his strength, slammed the sickle, and pulled the distance away.

On the floor where Magyar held up the shadow cast by the giant sickle, the broken cloak was like the terrifying Death God in human mythology.

Soshian stood on the spot, panting, stance, waiting for the enemy to move.

There is only one chance, a perfect chance, to go around the sickle at a precise angle.

It must be perfect and without blemish. If it is not perfect, there is no room for turning back.

But to everyone's surprise, Mazar did not move.

He put down his sickle, and a faint cough came from inside the neck guard, and Soshian quickly realized that it was a kind of laughter.

"Enough, enough."