"So fast--"
Before Soshyan could react after being knocked against the wall, the opponent's second blow followed, hitting him directly on the chest and then lifting him high.
Considering that he is now wearing a Terminator, the opponent is not only terrifying in speed, but also extremely powerful.
For a moment, the whole world flickered, and then a bright light flashed, and shadows fled in all directions.
Soshiyang's armor cracked, and blood droplets as big as needle tips sprayed into the air.
He was just thrown out.
The Eldar put down its hand, and shadows outlined its face. It was a face filled with anger and howling, and the red silk on the back of its head had turned into fluffy red temples.
"this--"
Soshiyang opened his mouth and tried to breathe, trying to support himself on his knees.
Then the Dark Eldar half-turned around, raised his arms, and the double blades on the wall flew into his hands as if alive - Soshyan noticed that its hands were red.
Then the monster turned around and waved, all in one go.
This time the blow was neither urgent nor fast, as if the gods in this world were touching mortals with disdain. The two blades seemed light and thin, but they had real weight.
It hit Soshyan on the chest, causing his head to fly backwards, and blood spurted out from between the broken teeth.
There are few enemies that can make Soshiyang helpless, but the Dark Eldar in front of him reminded him of the Phoenix Lord who met the howling banshee - the speed of the two was almost the same, but the attack in front of him was more fierce and fierce. ,fatal.
But he now thinks that he is not as good as Sevatar. Gray marrow may be able to suppress spiritual energy, but it is not of much use against enemies who are good at combat skills.
When Soshiyang fell to the ground, the shadow still stood solemnly, with both blades held casually by his side. His presence was like a towering thundercloud, roaring in silence.
Soshiyang struggled to stand up. Through the broken eyepiece, he saw the figure shrouded in black mist changing between several pictures: a tall black shadow human figure, its face and hands were blood red, and it looked like it was wearing a headgear. The king of burning laurels.
"You can't let him lead you."
Soshiyang steadied his feet, and the gloomy realm that had been driven to the extreme turned into a rotating miserable cloud, and the air was filled with coldness and nothingness.
But facing the storm that could freeze the soul, the being laughed instead. Soshiyang felt that the laughter was like a thousand razors caressing the inside of his skull.
"Is this the virtue of the dog of the Lord of Mankind?"
He stepped forward, and another huge force pushed Soshyan away. The Space Marine who had just stood up immediately fell to the ground on his back.
This situation of being unable to fight back made Soshyan feel humiliated. He forced himself to stand up, and the opponent hit him hard on the back again.
The Terminator armor immediately cracked, and Soshiyang fell heavily to the ground again.
The opponent kicked him again. In the powerful movement, Soshyan was turned over by this kick and lay on his back.
Then, the double blades pressed against Soshyan's chest.
"You really disappoint me, little warrior of the Carrion Lord."
After fighting for so long, this was the first time the opponent faced Soshiyang at close range, his voice was low and calm.
"Begging for mercy, I might let you go."
Soshiyang looked up at the other party. Although his face was covered in blood, he showed a strong and shocked expression.
"It's you who should beg for mercy."
Quietly, he saw that his hand had pressed down on the magic book at his waist, and gently lifted the seal set by Savita.
"Sing -"
At first, it was just a messy mixture, and then it gradually merged into a hymn. The chorus of tones of neither men nor women was like a weeping frenzy. Soshyan couldn't even hear the lyrics clearly, but he just felt as if he was standing among a group of believers. On the shore of the sea, the song was like an inhuman chant.
Suddenly, the song turned into a high-pitched scream, tearing apart the dimensions of reality and nothingness.
"Um?"
With a low cry of surprise, the Dark Eldar suddenly pulled away from Soshyan.
"You actually still use the power of the devil?"
"To deal with aliens, use any means necessary."
Sure enough, Soshiyan guessed that the Slaanesh demon should be able to restrain the Eldar.
But he just laughed.
"Do you think this is enough?"
Seeing the opponent move, Soshiyang immediately raised his sword to block, and then his body suddenly sank, and his feet sank three inches into the ground.
This time he captured the other party's movements, but as he said, it was still not enough.
The Dark Eldar immediately launched a series of rapid blade attacks. The two swords grazed Soshyan's thick shoulder armor, causing him to stagger.
The singing continued, but the opponent's blade also became more violent, and the Shengyan sword jingled against the unparalleled speed.
"bring it on!"
Soshiyang cheered up and faced the sword light in the sky with stable efficiency.
He planted his feet firmly to prepare for the new blow. The three weapons collided and rebounded, only the afterimages were distorted. Sparks burst out from both blades and flickered in the darkness. The fierce situation was filled with murderous intent.
After fending off the opponent's attack, Soshiyang struck back with a sword.
But the opponent had already dodged away, and even flew around Soshiyang in a circle, making it almost difficult to notice how it maintained its balance.
The next moment, the blade flew like stars, like a violent rainstorm, and was unstoppable.
This offensive almost suffocated Soshyan. This was the first time he encountered such a strong person. The opponent's pressure was even more terrifying than Bivita's!
"You know little about the Warp. It will come for you. It would be a mercy to kill you here. I see your future plunged into darkness, dragging your soul with it!"
"Shut up!"
The two of them shot through the haze like arrows, and then came to the throne where the shadow had previously been, smashing the table and breaking the pillars.
"I'm tired of it."
After kicking Soshyan away, the Dark Eldar's cloak was suddenly filled with hot updrafts, unfolding like wings.
For a moment it looked like a phantom from the underworld, a ghost swallowed by nothingness, eternal and evil.
Soshyan held the sword in both hands and took a step back, panting.
He thinks that his speed is not slow, but compared to his opponent, he seems so slow. Strictly speaking, it is not easy for him to remain undefeated.
"Go to that rotting corpse and accuse—"
The existence turned into the shadow of death and strode closer. His voice was low and strong. Hatred had condensed into his new mask. Soshiyang's stiff breathing suddenly became low and rapid.
Around them, the shadows cast by the pillars continued to sway, responding to bursts of energy fluctuations.
"He asked for this. I have already reminded him that the end of that road will only be a nightmare."
Deciding to strike first, Soshyan raised his arm and fired a stream of bolts, then swung his sword forward.
The opponent avoided his explosive bomb, blocked his sword, then raised his left hand and struck Soshyan's neck with the knife.
Soshiyang blocked in panic, and in the flash of lightning, the opponent slashed his knife downwards, slipped under the neck guard, and opened a terrifying long gash in Soshiyang's breastplate.
This time, the blade cut extremely deep, peeling away the broken armor and penetrating deep into the lower chest.
"Well--"
With a very painful expression on his face, Soshiyang jerked away, blocked the opponent's knife with his arm, and staggered back.
At the same time, something slipped out of the crack in his breastplate——
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