"Who are you?"
Mortarion glanced at Talos, then stepped forward and swung his scythe.
Talos dodged. All this had been foreseen by him. Now in order to survive, he had to use his power without any scruples, which also put a huge burden on his skull.
Suppressing the severe pain in his head and the images in his mind that were misaligned with reality, Talos jumped up, raised his arms, and stabbed Mortarion in the head. Only then did he realize that the original body was so huge. ——Not even his former father gave him such a "huge" feeling.
But then Talos found out in embarrassment that the opponent didn't care about the threat of his sword. It seemed like it was just a harmless flying insect, and he just swept it with his sickle - a second later.
When the feint failed, Talos reluctantly put away his sword, but was still knocked away by the huge force. When he raised his head, his consciousness had already drifted away, and there was only confusion in front of him.
In the hymn of the collision of steel, Mortarion walked up unhurriedly, preparing to give this tiny opponent a fatal blow.
Talos suddenly drew his pistol and fired fiercely forward, but his aim was not the Lord of Death at all, but the direction where the opponent was going to avoid.
Two shots were fired, sparks exploded on the primarch's armor, and Mortarion made a sound of surprise for the first time.
"Huh? It's weird, the aura on your body is very similar to -"
Talos said nothing, and swung his power sword while shooting.
The opponent will block with the scythe after one second and bear the bullet with his shoulder. If he changes the shooting angle at this time, he may have a chance to make the opponent bleed——
Talos could already feel the warm blood lying down from his nostrils and piling up in his helmet, but he had no choice, even if his head was about to explode.
Just before he was about to take action, he suddenly received a heavy blow on his back, followed by another heavy blow on the back of his neck, causing the sword to slip from his hand.
Before he turned around, the fourth and fifth blows continued to hit his back and helmet with devastating force - the opponent seemed to have deliberately restrained his strength, otherwise these two blows would have been enough to kill him.
Amid Veronica's exclamation, Talos staggered to the ground and lay in the bloody mud. Even his prevision could no longer keep up with the original body's actions. This gap in strength was only achieved by this. The power simply cannot be crossed.
After struggling for a few times, Talos turned over in embarrassment.
The daemon primarch was looking down at him.
Although the face was completely mutilated, it still carried an unforgettable familiarity. Talos vaguely remembered that he had seen the other person from a distance a long, long time ago.
But it is estimated that the other party does not know that he is a nobody.
Talos tried to stand up, but the primarch pushed him back into the dirt with one foot.
"You are from the Eighth Legion, am I right?"
Talos grinned at the primarch's low question, only for more blood to accumulate in his helmet, almost drowning him.
"What, did it remind you of the scene when you were humiliated by my lord?"
Mortarion put a little force on his feet, and Talos felt his spine begin to crackle, and he couldn't help but let out a low groan of pain.
"Don't try to provoke me, or you'll die a painful death."
"Let him go!"
Not far away, seeing that Talos' life was in danger, Veronica, who looked pale, quickly used the Heart of Avalon to use a beam of energy, but was dispersed by the Lord of Death with a fist. After continuous fighting, even she arrived. The stage when the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry.
Mortarion grunted and kicked Talos on the side, knocking him away from the dirt.
"Catch him. I have many things to ask him."
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards Veronica, who was already out of breath.
boom----
A loud noise made Mortarion stop.
When he slowly turned around, he saw the two death shrouds who had gone to capture Talos. At this time, the mutilated corpses were scattered on the ground, and the flames were burning on their corpses.
A towering figure was kneeling on the ground with a two-handed rune sword. The alien ancient armor on his body was in pieces, and his helmet was also broken. It seemed that he had just experienced a fierce battle.
Then, he reached out and took off Talos' helmet, draining out the accumulated blood, revealing a pale face full of blood.
"You... are done... why do you... like to arrive at the last moment?"
"Well, sorry to trouble you."
"Next time...I won't get involved in this kind of thing..."
After Talos finished speaking, he fainted as soon as his eyes closed.
The man let go of the helmet in his hand and raised his head to look at Mortarion. The original golden mask was already full of cracks, and after this movement, half of his face collapsed, revealing part of his true face under the mask.
Mortarion looked at the other person and let out a sigh of relief.
"Finally, we meet again...brothers."
Soshyan stood up slowly and pulled out the sword on the ground.
"No one is your brother, Mortarion, ever."
Mortarion raised his eyebrows, then smiled dullly:
"You were injured, seriously. Is it because you fought with that Star God?"
"So you think you have a chance?"
Soshyan threw aside the broken mask on his face, struggled to bend his arms, and spread his legs to form an offensive fighting posture.
"Then come on!"
The Lord of Death stretched out his hand, his respirator hissing, the huge scythe drawing a dirty trajectory in the air, and the vicious evil light flickered on the edge of the scythe.
"Okay, that's it."
Mortarion laughed maniacally, the scythe dancing in his hands, and then pressed towards Soshyan like a landslide.
Soshyan raised his sword to meet him, and a decisive dance of death was quickly woven between the two warriors.
On the first day of the fight, Soshiyang was shocked by the opponent's terrifying power. Every time he collided, he felt as if he was fighting a Titan. Even the Yanyang Sword in his hand couldn't help but scream, and the opponent's size also had an overwhelming sexual advantage.
This was the first time he faced the original body. He never thought that the opponent's size would be so amazing. He was two heads taller than himself. He didn't know if it was caused by the demon's ascension.
Fortunately, the opponent's speed was not particularly amazing. After more than ten rounds of fighting, Soshyan withdrew from the sickle's attack circle, panting and slowly circling his opponent, looking for weaknesses in Mortarion's defense.
However, the self-destruction of the Deceiver fragment just now seemed to have caused very serious damage to him. With just a little force, many wounds appeared on his body, and blood continued to seep out of his armor and drip down to the ground along the hem.
To make matters worse, one part of his heart seemed to have stopped beating, and the blood flow slowed down, making it difficult for him to breathe.
After taking a few breaths, Soshyan launched a lightning attack.
He rushed over, and the sword whizzed through the air to the right of Mortarion's head, but the opponent dodged from this fatal sword mark at the most impossible time. At this time, Soshyan's front But the door is already wide open.
