God Emperor’s Angel of Death

"What makes you a bloodthirsty killer now?"

He looked up towards her, and found that no smile flashed in her eyes middle.

The sword felt heavy in his hand, and the pendant with the Sky Eagle emblem hung from the end of the hilt clinked on his wrist.

There is a long crack in Thor’s abdomen. Scattered metal and blood are gushing out of it, and on the right thigh of Jan Zar, who is opposite him, there is a thin crack, and the blood also comes from Seepage from the cracked armor.

But from the point of view of injury, Saul is obviously at a disadvantage.

He did his best, and that blow was really fast, almost a mortal would barely see it, although Thor had already retreated immediately and cut down.

The opponent used lance to hold the downward blow, and then slashed it away. Thor had to change the number of paths and turned the sword flat and pointed downward, holding it high to block the blow.

Jan Zal’s lance buzzed and cut across, and Thor could only turn his long sword and pierce it with a life-for-life attitude.

But the opponent used lance against the edge of the long sword on the side of the neck, and then suddenly another spear tip appeared on the other end of lance, which turned into a double-headed spear, and then lifted it up suddenly. A stab hit Sol's abdomen, who was caught off guard.

A thick caterpillar-like blood stream crawled over the polished plastic steel, and it had begun to condense as it flowed down through the leg armor.

So the current situation is formed.

Jan Zal stood, and Saul was half kneeling on the ground, ten meters apart.

"Sadly, you are still the slaves of that arrogant man."

Lord Phoenix shook lance into the air, and blood drops scattered from above onto the moist ground.

Sol is breathing hard, but not because of fatigue.

"Come again?"

Jane Zal asked defiantly.

Sol did not speak, but drew a third sword from behind, abandoning the previous Broken Sword.

The body of this sword is as wide as his arm. The golden wings spread out on the handguard to form a horizontal handguard. A drop-shaped ruby ​​is decorated between the roots of their wings as if looking straight ahead. Come out one-eyed-this is the sword that Sol rarely uses, Solomon's hatred.

Lord Phoenix looked at the weapon, weighed it, and judged it.

"I am always amazed at your stubbornness."

She whispered.

"But I don't like it."

"But we are here again."

Sol slowly stood up and let the weapon lie still In his grasp.

He looked down at the long sword frowned and then shook the head.

Then he moved his shoulders, the muscles rolled smoothly under the skin, his breath almost turned into a whisper between his teeth, and he lowered the swords in his hands so that their tips almost touched the ground. .

Jan Zal’s eyes flickered and stared at Sol, rays of light flashed in his pupils.

"so that's how it is."

She still sneered when she spoke.

"Why are you here?"

"Mission."

"Ha! Who gave you the mission? That half-dead fanatic?"

"No, it's destiny."

Lord Phoenix's sneer disappeared from her face, the corners of her eyes twitched a few times, and then a wave of air surged through her body.

"That's right, let's continue this dance, shall we?"

Sol nodded, and then a thunderous steel collision replaced the silence.

Once again, the two silhouettes surrounded each other and started attacking each other.

Lance of Lord Phoenix buzzed and hit the sword, danced and split back, her breathing was steady, her eyes were slightly closed, her pupils were torn apart and the whites of her eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes.

And every time Thor took a step back, he deflected the attack.

Lord Phoenix approached immediately, and the lance whizzed and slashed across Thor's shoulder.

Sol took advantage of the situation and changed his tactics. He slammed the end of the right hand hilt into Jain Zal's forearm and then his chest.

Lord Phoenix dodged and raised his head, then using lance as a fulcrum, he lifted his body abruptly, kicking Thor's chest with the toes of his right foot.

The slender body contains tremendous power, but even if Thor turns over as expected, Lord Phoenix’s ankle is stuck between Space Marine’s arm and the hilt.

Sol tried hard to drag the opponent, but Lord Phoenix instantly turned into the air, turned over and landed on the ground with his feet, folded and jumped back.

The point of her spear pointed at Thor's neck.

Saul was baring his teeth and shaking his whole body. He raised his sword at a very fast speed and slapped the tip of the spear crooked

But lance still swept across his side face. The blood immediately condensed on his face, and a deep nick appeared on the cheek under his left eye.

"That was a stupid action. You put in too much."

When the two were separated again, Thor could only ensure that his legs were supported without falling.

Saul shook his head, his face twitching from the wound.

"I admit that you are very strong, Jain Zal, even if he changes to any Primarch to come here, I dare not say that he can take you lightly."

"This is regarded as A compliment or surrender? How should I understand?"

Lord Phoenix pointed at Sol with lance. When she turned her head, she noticed that Soshian was pointing a sword at Vero who was sitting on the ground. Nika.

"My goal this time is not you. There is still room for reconciliation between the two sides. As long as I kill the prophet, we will leave immediately. After that, whatever you love, I am against other enemies. The believers of "are not interested, it is more suitable for your prey... Although there are not many."

Sol shrugged, although there is a smile that cannot be concealed in that voice.

"As always, you are always so sure, always in control of that many... But if your beliefs are shaken, if fate sets you on a path that is not certain... "

"Without fate, I will be nothing."

"Oh, can I call you the slave of fate?"

Sol Turning his head, a burst of low-frequency white noise echoed in his helmet, obviously something was talking to him.

"I forgive the hint in your words, human beings, your superficial cognition and civilization cannot understand everything we see, even here."

"Seeing Everything?"

Saul smiled, literally.

"Then did you see this?"

Jan Zal eyes shrank, suddenly turning his body to the right.

Above the battlements, a towering shadow is slowly approaching.

Soon, its outline appeared in front of everyone.

The war machine dragged its legs, sparking with every step it took, leaving a trace on the ground.

Some parts of its armored steel plates have turned black, some parts have melted into sludge, some parts have become hard, and some parts are covered with silver boomerangs, like irregularly arranged fish scales. .

His joints no longer rotate with smooth, heavy friction. Instead, they make brown crackling, sparking, and clanging noises. The gears and servo system slide over each other’s loose teeth, only Raise occasionally.

It walked hard, with its arms drooping, dozens of cables connecting the coffin and the main body were cut off, leaking steam continued to gush out, and a lot of liquid leaked.

At a distance of twenty meters from Jan Zal, fearless stopped.

When it stood firm, the whistle immediately made a huge roar.

"He has returned!!!"

Amidst Macarion's excited roar and the vigilant gaze of Lord Phoenix, a dark figure emerged from behind fearless.