The Thunderhawk flew low across the battlements, its propellers roaring and circling, the shimmering heat turning the air as turbid as water.
Originally, these places should be heavily guarded. Any aircraft arriving at such a height would be mercilessly greeted by various anti-aircraft guns and missiles.
But now, the huge prison is like a huge, gloomy cemetery. There is no light or movement. Only the black stones and stone walls soaked by the rain reflect the flames of the thunder eagle's wake.
Immediately afterwards, the hatch of the Thunder Eagle slowly opened, and three giants appeared behind the hatch.
Steam rose from their armor and all traces of rain evaporated.
"Saul, you and he go solve that big problem. I'll go down to find someone first and I'll find you later."
Savita glanced at Soshiyang with the scarlet eyepiece, and the air flow rolled up the alien leather cloak on his body, like bat wings spread out in the dark night.
"You go to the prophet."
Soshyan said nothing, just nodded.
Then Sevita took a long pole object wrapped in oilcloth from Sol's hand. The thing felt very familiar to Soshyan. Just as he was about to ask, Sevita had already jumped down and disappeared into the rain.
Then Sol patted Soshyan on the shoulder, indicating that he would ask any questions later.
"...What are you doing?"
The Thunderhawk continued to glide through the rainy night, but below, a bloody battle had broken out.
Talos was the first to catch up with the Phoenix Lord, who immediately let out his first paralyzing scream.
He raised his sword, intending to split the opponent with both hands.
At the last second before the sword fell, her spear turned around to block perfectly, but Talos suddenly changed her move and kicked the opponent's mask violently.
The Phoenix Lord jerked her head back, avoiding the blow, but the tip of Talos's shoe still scraped her helmet, cracking the visor and stopping the howl.
Then, Jaen Zar, whose waist was bent at an almost 90° angle, bounced up from the ground in an elegant gesture.
Talos fell hard to the ground, but grinned as he saw her death mask split down the middle by a cruel fault line.
"You have no idea how satisfying that is."
The Eldar stared at him and responded in broken Gothic - the sound shield on her helmet was broken, causing her speech to inflect.
"Soul Hunter."
Talos jumped up and faced the opponent's blade, their weapons clashing with each other.
"I'm tired of this name."
During the fight, he hit her with the hilt of his sword, breaking the mask for the second time. For some reason, the Phoenix Lord refused to dodge this time, by deliberately taking Talos's blow.
Through the cracks, Talos saw the alien eyes, those strange, squinting, cold eyes.
Suddenly, Sirion and Lucofus also rushed towards her from both sides. The Phoenix Lord used a three-edged boomerang in one hand to deflect the former's chainsword, then flipped over as he jumped out of the warrior's triangle. At this time, the latter's lightning claw missed the opportunity.
She suddenly swayed as she landed, the first sign of inelegance in the Phoenix Lord's movements.
So immediately someone tried to seize this opportunity.
"kill!!!"
Lukovus was not a member of the First Talon, lacking the unity of will so evident in the other two brothers, but he was no less brutal and ferocious.
He aimed at her heart and rushed towards her, but he didn't notice the other party's sneer.
Lukovus hit his target, but it was only a phantom.
From the moment she landed, Jaen Zar set up a trap, and her unbalanced movements were just to deceive the eyes of the Eighth Legion soldiers.
The next second, the phantom shattered, and the black spear penetrated into the raptor's chest, shattering his breastplate and knocking him to the ground.
Just as the Phoenix Lord stabbed the raptor in the belly with his spear, Sirion rushed forward.
She took her time and threw a three-bladed boomerang with her free hand.
Sirion's enhanced reflexes have been honed over centuries of combat and years of training. Over the course of his life, he has blocked solid warheads and dodged laser fire without being affected by heat. His reflexes Ability is like an army
Like all Astartes warriors in the regiment, they are far beyond the scope of human capabilities and border on the supernatural.
Therefore, before the blade left the Phoenix Lord's fingers, he had already made a dodge action.
But it's still not enough, not even close.
In almost half a breath, the rotating blades pierced his chest, making a crunching noise as they bit into the power armor.
There was a squeaking sound, and then black flames spurted out and penetrated his armor.
Afterwards, the dart returned to the Phoenix Lord and was thrown again.
As it flashed through the air, Talos slashed it in half with a swing of his power sword.
The Phoenix Lord tried to pull her spear out of Lukovus' belly, but the raptor grabbed the spear with its metal claws
handle, jamming it into the body and the stone below.
The prophet rushed forward in a heartbeat.
The Phoenix Lord avoided Talos's three sword swings with all his strength, jumping to avoid each heavy slash.
Despite traveling faster than the human eye could see, Talos could not catch up to her.
And because he used too much force, he almost lost his balance and staggered for a while before recovering.
Then, with his bare hands, Jarn Zal suddenly came closer, slammed his fingers on the soft plate armor at Talos's throat, and then crunched the chains on his body and hit him on the temple - the pain was enough to kill a man. people.
Talos felt dizzy. He stumbled back and raised his sword in defense, struggling to catch his breath.
The next second, his head was hit to the right by a blow he had never experienced before.
The sword flew out of his hand and was kicked by a bloody combat boot, followed by another kick to the Broken Eagle in his chest, throwing him backwards.
Talos almost fainted, and although his muscles were filled with adrenaline, it had no effect.
He couldn't stop her, couldn't hide from her, he couldn't even see her.
"Serion——"
Talos wanted to call out to his brother, but a heavy object hit his head, interrupting him.
Pain spiderwebbed his temples like white heat, and his vision shrunk in half.
Before he had time to figure out whether one of his eyes was blind, the golden sword slammed back again. It quickly slipped into his chest and stole all the breath, all the energy, and all the thoughts. .
"She tried to kill me with my own sword."
Realizing the absurdity of this approach, Talos laughed, blood splattering on his shattered helmet.
When she drew the sword, he expected her to throw it aside.
But instead, she dropped it on her knees and broke it.
The pain in his chest finally enveloped Talos's spine, and he fell, with almost no possibility of getting back up.
"Just like what the prophecy said, this is how the Soul Hunter should fall."
The Phoenix Lord pulled off his helmet and peered down with his milky gray squinting eyes.
In a sense, she would indeed be a beautiful female, if she weren't so damned and inhuman.
One of her ears twitched in the rain, as if sensing a sound that only she could hear.
"Ha, really."
Gritting his teeth, the prophet stood up again, took off his helmet, and felt the heavy rain hitting his face.
The illusion finally became reality, very close, but not quite perfect.
He laughed and took a step closer to her, bending to pick up the broken sword despite the sharp pain in his chest.
"In my dreams."
Talos gasped:
"You're still wearing a helmet."
She nodded, with a solemn and serious expression.
“In the dream of the prophet Uthwe, they also saw the same thing…
Destiny is fluid, soul hunters, some visions are not allowed to pass, the Eighth Legion will no longer have prophets, it is better for you to die here than anything else. "
He put his hand on his broken chest and felt that at least one heart was beating and aching.
Although he was breathing rapidly, his extra organs had rejuvenated and supported him through his final death.
The Phoenix Lord stepped forward and pulled her spear from Lukovus's chest as he passed by on the ground. The raptor could do nothing but twitch.
As she stood before him, black spear in her hand, prophecy and reality merged.
At this moment, this situation is the same.
The prophet and the female assassin stood on the city wall, holding murder weapons in their hands.
The heavy rain was pouring all around, merging into a sad flood that was turbid enough to blur the vision. When the rain jumped out of the gargoyle's evil mouth, it even screamed at the stone, and then poured out along the side of the castle.
The only voices heard in the rain came from those two figures——
One towers as a human warrior, clad in tattered armor that crackles with static, the other is an incarnation of a dead god, her ancient armor weathered by eternal scars.
"This is the burial place of your legion, isn't it?"
Her voice was modulated by the speaker in her throat and emitted an odd hiss from the death mask on her shoulders, blending into the icy rain of blood.
"O Prophet, tell me your vision, and I will remember it as best I can."
The prophet didn't answer. He spit out the acid blood on the dark stone slab and gasped in pain.
The sword in his hand was a broken sword, half of the blade was destroyed, and he didn't know where his gun was.
When he felt a sense of relief, another cruel smile passed over his torn lips - he had always been addicted to the sweetness of death, so how could it not be a sin to lose the legion's holy relics?
"Talos."
The Phoenix Lord was laughing as she spoke, he could vaguely hear it in her voice.
"Don't be shy, human, all mortals are mortal."
The Prophet dropped to one knee, blood seeping from the cracks in his armor.
He tried to speak, but his cracked lips could only moan in pain. The only thing he could smell was the stink of his own wounds and flesh and blood sticking to the metal.
The opponent came closer, and she even dared to place her spear on the shoulder armor of the wounded warrior.
"Prophet, what I said is all the truth. There is no need to be ashamed of it at this moment. You have done a good job to get to this point."
Talos vomited blood again and struggled to say two words.
"Bitch."
The Phoenix Lord looked down at him. Her red and black hair had been messed up by the rain, and her death mask was stuck to it. She looked like a drowning woman screaming silently as she was being cruelly drowned.
"I can't stand a lot of the mean things you say to me."
she said with a certain sarcasm.
"You're talking about the First Claw, right? Are they your brothers? You call the dead and you still expect them to extend a helping hand to you?"
Talos shook himself, and then the blade fell from his hand, too heavy to hold anymore.
He watched it lie on the black stone, bathed in the pouring rain, as golden as the day he had taken it.
Talos slowly raised his head and faced the alien executioner in front of him.
The rain brought blood from his face, licking his lips and stinging his eyes, and he didn't need to wonder if she was still smiling, but he could already see it on her face.
Is that sympathy?
"Hahahahaha————"
Kneeling on the battlement, the Night Lord suddenly started laughing crazily,
Neither his laughter nor the storm above him was loud enough to swallow up the sound of the burning thrusters.
A double-winged metal beast with a dark blue shell swooped down from the dark night sky and roared into view.
The Phoenix Lord heard it too, but she didn't look back.
Talos was still smiling when the Thunderhawk was circling in the heat mist. The dim lights in its cockpit reflected the two figures inside - he didn't even have to guess who they could be.
And when its hatch slowly opened, a majestic figure appeared in the flashing warning red lights.
The heavy rain obscured the outline of the figure, and only the dazzling golden double-headed eagle shone brightly in the light, as if it had life and was about to flutter its wings.
Talos laughed and closed his eyes. The soaring gray eagle appeared in his mind, but this time there was no headache or drowsiness.
"I saw this."
When he opened his eyes, he stared sarcastically at the shocked Phoenix Lord.
"do you have?"
