God Emperor’s Angel of Death

I foresee its rule suffocated by corruption,

poisoned by filth and five hundred lies,

Imperium of Man no longer breathes .

On that night, when the madness turned into reality,

The door of Cadia was torn like a festering wound,

All the cursed Legions flooded into them The country of birth,

At the time when everything ends,

The Prophet of the Eighth Legion,

will rise up in the forbidden blood and fate ——

In the majestic rainstorm, verses chanted in the elegant Nasturm language floated out of the winged skull visor. The dark silhouette is like a ghost in the rain, engraved in The lightning in it seemed to burst from the deep blue metal.

Hearing this sound, Talos lifts the head abruptly.

He looked at the silhouette, his eyes widened slowly, he almost thought he had fallen into a new illusion...

"A company commander...A company commander?"

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He will never admit his mistakes, that sturdy figure, breathtaking temperament, and the iconic helmet.

At the time when the Primarch became more and more insane, only that person maintained the nearly collapsed Legion by the strength of oneself. In a sense, he was the real "Primarch" of the eighth Legion.

But even in Talos' craziest vision, he had never seen this person.

He was lost a long time ago, and the last bit of pride in the eighth Legion has gone with it.

But now, this person reappeared in front of him, in a place he could never imagine, a time he could never imagine.

"Is it really you!"

Talos' voice trembled.

"Our company commander! Prince of the crows! Yago Savitarion!"

Only hearing the sound of ka-cha, the dim sky was torn apart by a flash of lightning. Light up the earth, and also revealed the gloomy figure in front of everyone.

Talos propped his hands on the ground and shouted hoarsely: "A company commander! You are still alive! You are really alive!!! I always thought it was Markushen The lie!"

Savita didn't even look at him, his attention was always on Jain Zal.

Lord Phoenix finally condensed the relaxed expression at this moment. Only dignity remained on her face. This guy who appeared suddenly carried a murderous aura and a sense of crisis that she had never seen before.

In her senses, the person in front of her is not so much a human being, as it is closer to a weapon, an extremely savage weapon.

In Jain Zal’s long life, the enemies who encountered this feeling were very few times, and each time was accompanied by a life-and-death crisis.

"Prince of the crows, funny name...I seem to have some memories."

Lord Phoenix froze for a moment, as if searching for something.

Then her shoulders suddenly stiffened, and then she gritted her teeth, her expression changed from solemn to tense.

"It's you!? Why are you here!"

Savita didn't need to reply, but backhanded out the tarp-wrapped object behind him and held it tightly on the right In the hand, pointed finger towards Lord Phoenix.

"en?"

In Jain Zal's guarded gaze, Savita's arm shook, and the tarpaulin slowly slipped off.

"Soul Spear!"

Soshian then discovered that Saivita turned out to be a sacred relic soul spear, but he did not remember that he had lent it to the other party.

He glanced at Saul, who just shook his head in response.

Although he felt a little uncomfortable, Soshian still pressed his emotions. He knew that he had to solve the immediate matter first.

Savita was carrying the spirit spear motionlessly, and the rain was dancing on the curved blade of the spirit spear, and he watched the rain flow over the perfectly still spear.

Above him, the iron-colored dark cloud rolled over the wet rain curtain that splashed the broken scene, and the flames in the distance still exploded in the wreckage, struggling with the pouring rain.

Onlookers, whether they are humans or Spirit Race, are standing on the side of a gentle slope, and no one wants to interrupt the duel.

In Savita's mind, he hardly noticed the quiet crowd. The Phoenix Lord opposite is now the only reality in his consciousness.

He must go all out to win the goal of this level.

His concentration has risen to an unprecedented level. Every ripple on Jain Zal’s armor, every breath between his teeth, every raindrop on the black lance-Saivita All see and feel them all.

Suddenly, Lord Phoenix shook his head and pointed the tip of lance at Talos.

"Why do you want to save him?"

Savita didn't answer, but slowly approached.

Jan Zal had to spin lance, his arms looming among the rotating weapons, the raindrops shattered as if it had cut a rain curtain.

"Do you still think of your so-called brothers who have long been depraved?"

The ridicule of Lord Phoenix danced in words.

"You have long been free, Prince Crow, you and we have worked together happily, there is no need to do this blade and weapon faces one another."

Savita no While listening, his concentration has been compressed into a needle, causing the world surrounding him to shrink, shrinking to a point between the flashing blades, and the moment in it.

He even stopped observing Jan Zal, nor did he observe the opponent's lance, his world was only left with the crevice at the tip of the spear.

Here is his kingdom, a part of his life, like the air in his lungs and the iron in his blood.

Gradually, his pulse slowed down with the echo, and the flow of time became heavy and slow, like oil spreading across the ice.

He put his other hand on the handle of Lance's spear and felt its weight change in his palm.

After that, he raised the spirit spear above his head, the muscles of his shoulders became tight, and his breathing followed the frequency of the slowly rising and falling blood in his blood vessels.

Seeing that the questioning failed, Jan Zal turned her weapon, and then suddenly stopped it.

Several dirty trickles rushed down the slender face.

"I also played against you very early, match."

Finally, Saivita said the first word.

"Come."

Jan Zal held Lance low to his side, Savita was completely motionless, measuring the opponent's static rhythm, waiting for the moment of unfolding.

This confrontation will never last too long, because they all have a certain sense of each other's strength.

There is no longer a temptation, the shot must be a killer move.

While breathing, a raindrop stopped at the tip of the spear.

Savita held her breath, her pulse stopped in the blood vessels, and the heartbeat stopped in the chest cavity.

Breathe again, the rain drops.

Black lance danced forward, and Savita shot at the same time.

However, his opponent dodged at an incredible speed, and the lance in his hand turned into an illusory shadow to wrap his body.

Prince of the crows wielded the spirit spear again and again, and the sacred relic broke through the rain curtain like a bullet.

He was waving high and low, but Lord Phoenix laughed and avoided every blow, jumping in the air.

next moment, the tip of the black lance is inserted diagonally.

Sevita suddenly freezes, and Jain Zal's eyes widen in surprise when he shoots down the air.

Then the crow Prince suddenly avoided, the curved spear blade flashed over his head, and then the spirit spear flashed out.

Lord Phoenix retreated like a snake, and her lance was also raised vigorously.

Boom——

For the first time, two weapons collided amidst the sound of gold and iron, and sparks burst out in the rain.

It was also at this moment, in the eyes of everyone's astonishment, mutation trembled!