Looking at the face of the Prince of Thorns, for some reason, Bahram had a terrible thought in his heart——
He has a striking resemblance to Talos!
On the other side, Sabourin turned around unhurriedly and handed the injured comrade behind him to Li Lin. Then Li Lin placed both of them in the corner, pulled out his chainsword, and protected them behind him.
"It seems that the cut didn't hurt."
Sabourin said softly, then took off the sword and pistol from his waist.
"You wasted your life when you could have abandoned these weaklings and run away."
The Prince of Thorns' voice is like a pack of vipers spitting messages.
"Today will be your end."
"Well, you'd better try it."
But the Prince of Thorns did not move, but raised his hand and pointed at Sabourin's shoulder armor.
"Who gave you this mark."
"Dead people don't need to know that much."
"ha!"
The Prince of Thorns laughed and rushed towards Sabourin. His movements were not smooth, but he turned into an afterimage under a series of simple and rough accelerations.
He raised his claws in front of him, like some kind of swooping predator, and headed straight for Sabourin's upper body.
Sabourin stepped aside and swung his sword.
With a bang, his sword was knocked crooked.
Then the two became entangled, Sabourin kept firing while dodging, while Amon Kal, the Prince of Thorns, was as erratic as a shadow.
"Do you really not know your bloodline? Look at me, look at my face, look at my eyes! You already have the answer in your heart."
The Prince of Thorns roared.
"There is no place for you in this corrupt empire, brother!"
As early as the first time he met Sablin and others, the Prince of Thorns was surprised to find that these were actually a group of leftover sons of the Eighth Legion.
Although he had not undergone any genetic testing to verify it, the details he observed, including some of his personal feelings, clearly told him that these people had the same genes as him.
This was also the reason why he didn't kill Sabourin and the others right away.
"We are loyal defenders of the Emperor, traitors."
"Don't lie to yourself, don't you feel it? We are born with darkness. We can't help but admit that we are murderers, just like poets can't sing without inspiration. When we are born, midnight stands beside us, clinging to us. He is watching us and helping us secretly, He is always with us!”
"Why is it that the worst villains are always the talkative ones?"
Sabourin responded with a sneer and fired four shots from the weapon in his hand.
But none hit.
"How annoyingly pedantic, your tongue lacks beauty, like everything tainted by false emperors."
As he spoke, the Prince of Thorns jumped up high, like an extending shadow.
Sabourin struggled to move, trying his best to dodge under the opponent's claws, but Bahram rushed from the side and stabbed out with the sword in his hand.
But the Prince of Thorns seemed to be condensed from floating vaporized matter and ice. Where it existed one second, the formation was empty the next.
Then, in the blink of an eye, a gleaming claw stabbed at Sabourin's chest, and their pale and strange light illuminated each other's faces.
In a flash of lightning, the bomb exploded into a red and orange flower, surrounded by bright ceramic shards.
The blue electric light buzzed, and one of the Prince of Thorns' claws passed over the Sabrin sword, and the other claw brushed against Bahram's chest, knocking him away.
"Ah uh——"
Bahram fell to the ground, clutching his chest and bleeding.
Sabrin also felt blood flowing down his right cheek, but he had no time to pay attention or even look at Bahram. Instead, he began to turn around, keeping the blade level.
Suddenly, the other party's voice sounded from behind.
"Long live, Lord of the Night, do you know what this sentence means?"
Sabourin instinctively swung his sword to the right instead of backward.
After one breath, the Prince of Thorns let out a howl of pain, and his claws passed over Sabrin's shoulder, almost cutting off his arm. However, Sabrin still endured the pain and continued to use force, pushing the sword half a meter into the opponent's shoulder armor. deep.
"die!!!!"
Suddenly, Li Lin shouted loudly in the air, and he emerged from behind the Prince of Thorns, the chain saw in his hand roaring.
But he apparently forgot what Talos had taught them previously - those who encountered the Eighth Legion should never attack from behind, because these traitors had become instinctive to be wary of what was behind them.
"Don't!"
Sabourin's reminder was too late. The Prince of Thorns sneered and pulled himself away from the blade, leaving a trace of black blood. Then he bent down to avoid the chainsaw's chop, and then slammed his arm.
The claw blade opened and passed through Li Lin's abdomen in an instant. The ceramic steel burst open one after another, and the dark claws penetrated from the back, spurting out a scarlet blood mist.
"Damn it!"
Seeing that Li Lin was in danger, Sablin immediately rushed forward, put his foot on Prince of Thorns' left leg, and then slashed at the opponent's arm with his long sword.
The Prince of Thorns received a kick and staggered forward as if he was about to fall. However, when Sabourin drew his sword, he suddenly threw Li Lin over, forcing Sabourin to stop and was hit hard by his teammates. superior.
The two fell down at the same time. Sablin immediately pushed Li Lin away. Just as he was about to stand up, his sharp claws penetrated his abdomen from top to bottom, nailing him to the ground.
"Well--"
Sabourin tried to speak, but only made a wet gurgling sound, and then spat out a mouthful of dirty black blood.
His pistol slipped from his weak hand, and he wanted to swing the sword with his other hand, but his hand only raised a short distance and then fell down feebly.
"poor guy."
The Prince of Thorns raised Sabourin's face, his blood-stained face showing a strange gentleness.
"You don't even know Midnight's defense."
Sabourin looked at the other person. He wanted to struggle, but as soon as he moved, his abdomen was torn open by the metal.
He probably really couldn't survive this time.
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt very cold——
Extremely cold.
"Um?"
The Prince of Thorns also noticed something, but as soon as he turned around, a huge fist hit him directly in the face.
This was an unprecedented force. He felt as if his head had just been hit directly by a volcanic cannon, and then there was a slight pain in his right arm. Before he could take a closer look, the second punch came, and the whole person flew backwards.
"call--"
Bahram stood next to Sabrin, looking at the severed hand still stuck in the abdomen of his comrade, exhaling a mist from his helmet, and then rushed towards the Prince of Thorns who was getting up from the ground.
"You bastard......"
Feeling humiliated, the Prince of Thorns also became furious and began to charge like an enraged beast.
At exactly this time, the flare burned out its last bit of fuel, and the entire outpost was instantly filled with darkness.
Sabourin reluctantly raised his head, only to see sparks and roars bursting out of the darkness, as well as violent metal collisions.
He fumbled in his belt, pulled out a second flare, and lit it.
I saw Bahram's sword penetrated the abdomen of the Prince of Thorns, all the way to the hilt, and the opponent's claws also penetrated deep into his chest——
wrong!
Sabourin's eyes widened. Bahram held the sword in one hand and the opponent's wrist in the other. The Prince of Thorns' fist was close to Bahram's chest, but his claws——
"You...what exactly..."
Amon Kal was also stunned. He saw with his own eyes that his sharp claws melted and turned into liquid metal!
