"How can this-"
The Prince of Thorns spat out a few vague words through his clenched teeth, and along with the words came out black blood, infecting his originally white teeth.
His originally handsome face turned into undulating hills due to two heavy blows, and he no longer had the calmness before.
"Traitor, did you also feel the pain before embracing death?"
Bahram stared at the opponent closely, trying to cut him open with his sword, but found that the sword seemed to be stuck in the opponent's body - which sounded strange.
And the force field generator won't activate.
"Pain? No, you never know what pain is-"
Amon Kal gasped angrily, and then suddenly pushed forward the palm that was pressed against Bahram's parapet.
In an instant, as Bahram retreated, the power sword was pulled out directly from the body of the Prince of Thorns, and the spray of blood flew more than ten meters, even splashing on the roof.
Amon staggered back while covering the huge wound on his body, as if he was about to fall to the ground immediately.
But he finally stood firm, and then glanced at his severed arm, with a ferocious smile on his face.
"very good--"
As he spoke, blood suddenly spurted out from the congealed fracture in his arm, but in the blood, a slender and elegant rune sword emerged from the blood mist.
The blade emitted a faint heterochromatic fluorescence, a strange luster that Bahram had never seen before, but it did not penetrate the darkness, but instead made it darker.
Along with the rune sword, new arms and hands appeared.
The Prince of Thorns held the sword, felt the throbbing coming from inside, and took a deep breath.
The blood mist that shrouded the rune sword quickly flowed back into the body of the Prince of Thorns with his breathing. The huge wound was repaired in a few breaths. Only the break in the power armor proved that it had been hit here just now.
Bahram also tried to interrupt the opponent. He rushed forward again, but the opponent turned into a thick fog and disappeared.
When Amon Kal appeared again, he was already standing on the high platform.
"Ba'gur, well done."
The recovered Prince of Thorns smiled and gently stroked the sword blade, feeling the anger and curse coming from within. The curved blade with the Nostramowen mark flashed in the flickering light.
This demon had dominated the behavior of the Prince of Thorns for a long time after he became a legionnaire. It not only almost controlled him, but also almost controlled the entire warband.
It wasn't until Amon inserted the rune sword into the body of his mentor, who was also a demon, that he finally realized that he had made a mistake——
The Midnight Children will never be enslaved by anyone else, be it the Empire or Chaos.
Now bound within the runeblade, it uses its ability to drain the life force of others to serve the Prince of Thorns.
"So now..."
The Prince of Thorns raised his eyes and looked at the alert Bahram, revealing his steel-like fangs.
"It's time for you to die."
After saying that, he disappeared in place.
Bahram began to retreat, not daring to be careless for a moment, then turned around, adjusted his center of gravity, and prepared to go.
Suddenly, he noticed something strange happening behind him. The moment he turned around, he slashed with his backhand, but only cut off a shadow.
Then he swung his sword again and again, but nothing but shadows, shadows!
"You are very interesting. Ba'Gul feels pain when he is around you. Are you untouchable?"
As he spoke, the cold sword blade hit the lower side of Bahram's right hand. Bahram tried his best to draw the sword back and deflect the blow to his shoulder.
But the opponent's fist suddenly hit his chin, and the blow caught Bahram off guard.
Bahram gritted his teeth and rolled to the left, changing the strength of his sword grip, and stabbed the Prince of Thorns upward on the left side.
But the other party has left.
"Are you breathing heavily?"
The Prince of Thorns, who was ten meters away, licked his fangs with his thin tongue and tilted his head to look at Bahram.
"You feel cold? Your blood is freezing."
Bahram gasped hard, white mist sprayed out from the grille of his helmet, and the power armor had started to scream warning as early as three minutes ago.
His body temperature had dropped to less than fifteen degrees. If he had not been an Astartes, he would have died long ago.
But he can't die now. If he dies, the other four people will die——
In order to save energy, Bahram rushed over with his sword without answering the opponent.
The Prince of Thorns clicked his tongue twice, then jumped to the ceiling, skimming across the roof like a spider with an incredible attitude, and then twisted around and fell towards Bahram.
Bahram took several steps back, trying to dodge the attack, but the rune sword still tore open his left shoulder, and the gouged shoulder armor fell with blood.
Before he could react further, the Prince of Thorns stepped on his injured shoulder, turned around in mid-air, and landed behind Bahram like a cat.
At the moment when the Prince of Thorns was about to stab the fatal sword, a gunshot rang out.
"Um?"
The bullet hit the Prince of Thorns on the shoulder, knocking his sword crooked, and Li Lin, who fired the shot, dropped his arm again.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Bahram turned around and pointed the blade at the opponent's head.
With a bang, the two swords collided in mid-air.
The Prince of Thorns looked at Bahram and grinned.
"It's a pity it's a little slow."
"Punishment never comes slow!"
The faces of the two were only a punch away from each other. Bahram directly hit him with a headbutt. When the Prince of Thorns was stunned, he threw away his sword and strangled the opponent's neck with both hands, knocking the opponent to the ground.
He rides on his enemy and raises his fist to his forehead.
With a loud bang, the violent blow was easily parried.
"childish!"
The Prince of Thorns continued to laugh, blood splattering on his pale skin and teeth.
His sword had pierced Bahram's shoulder.
But Bahram resisted all this, took out the sword from his shoulder and threw it far away, then grabbed the opponent's neck and gave him another violent headbutt.
This even shattered his eyepieces, revealing his eyes shining with strange green fluorescence and a face that was almost solidified into metal.
"you--"
The Prince of Thorns stared at Bahram, his face dented, and he finally realized that he had also made a mistake.
He shouldn't be so close to this weirdo.
The biting coldness on the opponent's body infected his body, the rune sword turned into a piece of iron, and his flesh and blood became too stiff to move.
"Traitor! Die! Traitor! Die!"
Bahram's situation is not good either. His world has become blurry like a broken projector, and what keeps him from falling is purely resentment towards the enemy and responsibility to his comrades.
He beat his opponents almost like a machine, grabbing them with both hands and smashing them against the hard floor.
An Astartes covered in armor was like a toy in his hands.
The Prince of Thorns twisted his body like a fish out of water, sometimes being knocked down and sometimes arching up.
He was thrown from one end of the room to the other, and the messy facilities inside turned into pieces in the fierce collision.
"No, I won't die like this-"
Being knocked down again, Amon got on all fours and tried to escape, but an armored boot hit him in the stomach from the side, kicking him into the air.
A second kick hit him in the jaw, knocking him onto his back and causing his teeth to fly out of his mouth.
When the unrecognizable Prince of Thorns tried to get up again, the swaying Bahram grabbed his long black hair, lifted the upper body of the Prince of Thorns, and then slammed his knee into the opponent's face, knocking his nose and a Only one eye is completely destroyed.
It's a pity that Bahram is also at the end of his rope, otherwise this blow can even directly smash the opponent's head.
"Traitor, traitor!"
Bahram muttered vaguely, holding the other person's hair tightly with one hand, and holding a sharp metal fragment tightly with the other hand, pressing it against the throat of the Prince of Thorns.
"...Accept the Emperor's...judgment."
