"Thank you very much!"
Looking at the Efreni team fighting with those masters, Soshyan nodded and rushed towards Victor in one go. He didn't even use a sword along the way and directly used his body to knock away those who stood in the way.
However, just when he rushed to a distance of less than a hundred meters from the opponent, he was stopped by a figure.
The opponent slowly strode out from behind the pillar, causing Soshiyang to quickly stop.
"you--"
Soshiyang's throat was blocked, and then he made an unbelievable sound.
"you are still alive?"
What appeared in front of him was the nightmare he encountered in the mysterious underground ruins of Armageddon many years ago. The opponent's armor full of horns and the surrounding dark shadows were unforgettable for the rest of his life. After all, he was completely under the opponent's hands at that time. No power to fight back.
But what he didn't know was that what appeared in front of him was the supreme of all nightmares, Drazal!
With a slow sense of oppression, Drazal walked ten meters in front of Soshyan and looked at him steadily.
After a moment, a deep voice came from under the white demon helmet.
"Another... first meeting, it's really a twist of fate."
Soshyan narrowed his eyes slightly.
"What you said is really contradictory."
Veronica heard the conversation between the two and then reminded loudly:
"Soshyan, it's Drazal! The strongest nightmare, you must be careful!"
Soshyan frowned slightly, but he didn't understand this character. Instead, Kayan took a breath.
"It's actually it...I heard that Ahriman once suffered a loss at the hands of a Dark Eldar. It is said that this is him. It seems...there are rumors that he is Ahla, who created the Nightmare Shrine. The fallen phoenix, the former Phoenix Lord of the Assault Scorpion Shrine, but according to reports from the Thousand Sons, this guy may not be a living creature, and is just a ball of dust under the armor."
But the identity of the other party no longer affects Soshyan's determination, but he still cares about what this person went through after the last meeting and how he left Ullanno.
"You're not the same as before."
"Haha, I feel very sharp, a descendant of the Citizen Temple...but the human you saw is dead, and I am who I am now."
"Weird logic."
"Nothing strange."
As he spoke, Drazal stretched out his left arm.
"Bring it here."
"What?"
"You know."
Soshyan glanced at Drazal, then at Veronica, and finally shook his head.
"Even if I give it to you, will you hand it over?"
The other party was silent, but the meaning was already very obvious.
"Then it's easy."
Soshyan took a step back with his right leg, pointed the sword diagonally at the opponent, and made an offensive gesture.
Drazal slowly lowered his arm, and then shadows gathered in his palms, and two broad-bladed knives appeared in his hands.
The next moment, Soshyan's surroundings were covered by shadows that blocked the sky, isolating him from other people, as if he had entered an independent space.
He even felt as if he was being submerged, as the shadows surged up from the shore like sea water, flooding the entire temple.
As Soshyan looked around at the waves of shadows rolling by, a strange feeling began to emerge.
In an instant, the furnace-like heat of this temple suspended on lava had been replaced by a damp and biting cold, eroding his bones and consciousness.
"Then, let's get started."
Seeing the other party striding towards him through the shadows, anger surged through Soshiyang, forcing him to hold back the breath he had been holding.
"I'm not what I used to be!"
Soshiyang roared, swung his sword forward, raised the cracked sword with all his strength and pointed it at the nightmare's helmet.
The opponent easily parried with one hand. When the long sword hit the machete, a violent storm of darkness erupted. The repelled Soshyan seemed to be wrapped in a black curtain.
Soshyan chopped the shadows into invisible pieces, and then continued to pounce on the enemy.
The two engaged in a fierce head-on confrontation, with swords colliding rapidly and sparks flying.
Drazal holds a blade in each hand, and his figure is as agile as a butterfly soaring on the battlefield. At the same time, he is surrounded by various ghosts with skeletal faces, flying and scratching at Soshiyang from time to time. The cold air makes Soshiyang fight. The nails were covered with a thin layer of frost.
After fighting for more than a dozen rounds, Soshyan painfully discovered that his combat skills were still unable to match those of his opponent - if he had to compare, the man in front of him had better double-blade skills than Thor.
After a feint shot deceived Soshyan into counterattacking, Soshyan felt a burst of pain when the blade passed between his ribs.
His armor was riddled with holes after a fierce battle. With a slight scratch from the opponent, large pieces of ceramic steel fell out mixed with blood.
Even the server of his armor has been shut down a long time ago. Soshyan now relies solely on his own brute force to drive the armor to fight, which further causes his movements to be less swift than before.
Soshyan stared closely at his opponent, lowering his left shoulder as if to move in that direction, and there was a glint of victory in his eyes as Drazal brandished his Kleve machete in an attempt to intercept him.
This was a simple feint. Soshyan moved his body weight to the right and passed the end of the blade.
Then, the next step is to draw his sword across the opponent's right leg, wait for the opponent to lose balance, and then strike again——
But before Soshyan could continue his plan, Drazal suddenly stretched out his fingers and inserted them into Soshyan's chest like an arrow, directly poking a bloody hole in his breastplate and almost touching his ribs. .
When Soshyan retreated, Drazal followed him closely and slammed the handle of the Clive broad-bladed knife in his left hand into Soshyan's abdominal cavity. He turned around and kicked him on the shoulder. The huge force almost Let Soshyan fall backwards.
Before he could recover, the opponent kicked the Space Marine Chapter Master on the back again.
Soshiyang suddenly struck back with his sword, but it missed.
"Well!"
Suddenly, something hit him in the back of the head.
The opponent hit the helmet hard with the hilt of the sword. Soshyan realized the danger, rolled forward and then turned around.
Nightmare jumped forward, threw the Clive broad-bladed knife in his left hand, and kicked Soshyan in the neck the moment he swung his sword to knock away the weapon that was flying toward the face.
Soshyan staggered back under the heavy blow, and the Kleve broad-bladed sword that was knocked away spun above his head. The nightmare jumped up on his shoulders, grasped the rotating blade in the air, and then rolled to the ground.
"Oops!"
Realizing he was off balance, Soshyan took a few quick steps back, concentrating on his steps and preparing to move again.
But the opponent was too fast. As soon as he landed, the two swords crossed and the weapons of both sides collided again.
But this time Soshyan was obviously not as fast as his opponent.
To make matters worse, his weapon——
boom!
After hundreds of collisions, the power sword in his hand could no longer withstand it. It exploded in the opponent's last slam, and the flying sharp metal scratched lines on Soshyan's broken armor and part of his exposed skin. The deep marks even nearly penetrated the eyepiece of his helmet.
Knowing that he had to fight hard, Soshyan suddenly pulled off his helmet and threw it at the opponent. Then he swung the remaining broken sword in his hand and aimed it at Drazal's head.
With a click, the shadow dissipated.
