Prince Thorn's gritted teeth and spit out a few vague words. The black blood that came out with the words, ink and black, invading the originally white teeth.
His originally handsome face turned into a hilly hill because of two heavy hammers, and he no longer had the calmness he had before.
"Traitor, did you feel pain before embracing death?"
Bahram stared at the other party, trying to cut the other party with his sword, but found that the sword seemed to be stuck by the other party's body - which sounded strange.
Moreover, the force field generator cannot be started.
"Pain? No, you never know what pain is-"
Amon Karl gasped in resentment, and then suddenly pushed the palm that was pressing against Bahram's chest wall forward.
In an instant, as Bahram retreated, the power sword was pulled out directly from Prince Thorn's body, and the sprayed blood flew out more than ten meters, and even splashed onto the roof.
Amon staggered back with the huge wound on his body, as if he was about to fall to the ground immediately.
But he finally stood firm, then glanced at his broken arm, and a hideous smile appeared on his face.
"very good--"
As he said that, he saw that blood suddenly spurted out from the broken mouth of his arm where it had condensed, but in the blood, a slender and elegant rune sword emerged from the blood mist.
The blade emitted a faint and alien fluorescence, a strange luster that Bahram had never seen before, but did not penetrate the darkness, but instead made it deeper.
The new arms and palms that appeared with the rune sword were also growing again.
Prince Thorns held the sword, felt the throbbing from inside, and took a deep breath.
The blood mist shrouded in the rune sword quickly flowed back into the body of the Thorn Prince with breathing. After a few breaths, the huge wound was repaired. Only the break on the power armor proved that it had just been penetrated.
Bahram also tried to interrupt the other party, and he rushed forward again, but the other party turned into a thick fog and dissipated.
When Amon Carl appeared again, he was already standing on the platform.
"Ba'guel, it's a good job."
The restored Prince of Thorns smiled and gently stroked the sword body, feeling the anger and curse coming from inside, the curved sword body with the imprint of Nostrá Moven flashed in the light and dark light.
This demon once dominated Prince Thorns' behavior after becoming a legion warrior for a long time. It not only almost controlled him, but also almost controlled the entire war gang.
Until Amon inserted the rune sword into his mentor and the demon's body, he finally realized that he had made a mistake-
The Midnight Son is never enslaved by others, whether it is an empire or a chaos.
Now it is bound in this rune sword, using its ability to absorb the vitality of others to serve the Thorn Prince.
“So now….”
The Thorn Prince raised his eyes and looked at the alert Bahram, revealing his steely fangs.
"You should die."
After saying that, he disappeared from the spot.
Bahram began to retreat, not daring to be careless for a moment, then turned around, adjusted his center of gravity, and was ready to go.
Suddenly, he noticed something strange behind him. The moment he turned around, he slashed with his backhand, but only cut off a shadow.
Then he waved his sword again, but except for the shadow, it was still the shadow!
"You're funny, Ba'Gur will feel pain when he appears by your side. Are you an invisible person?"
As he spoke, the cold sword blade hit the lower side of Bahram's right hand. Bahram tried hard to draw the sword back to defend, and turned the strike above 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 force of his sword, and poking upwards the left side of the Thorn Prince.
But the other party has left.
"Your breathing is heavy?"
The Thorn Prince, ten meters away, licked his fangs with his thin tongue and looked at Bahram.
"You feel very cold? Your blood is almost frozen."
Bahram gasped hard, and white mist spurted out from his helmet grille, and the power armor had already started to sound a warning three minutes ago.
His body temperature had fallen less than fifteen degrees. If he weren't Astarte, he would have died long ago.
But he can't die yet. If he dies, all four others will die—
In order to save physical fitness, Bahram rushed over without saying a word without answering the other party.
Prince Thorn tsk twice before jumping to the ceiling, sweeping over the roof like a spider in an incredible posture, then twisted and fell towards Bahram.
Bahram took several steps in a row and tried to dodge the attack, but the rune sword still tore open his left shoulder, and the dug-out shoulder armor fell with blood.
Before he could react further, Prince Thorn's feet stepped on his injured shoulder, turned around in the air, and landed behind Bahram like a cat.
Just as Prince Thorn was about to stab a deadly sword, a gunshot was heard.
"Um?"
The bullet hit Prince Thorn's shoulder and knocked his sword in a crooked manner. Li Lin, who fired the shot, fell down his arm again.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Bahram turned around and aimed his sword blade at the other party's head.
With a bang, two swords collided in mid-air.
Prince Thorns looked at Bahram and grinned.
"It's a pity that it's a little slower."
"Punishment is never slow!"
The two faces were only one punch from each other, and Bahram directly hit the headrail. When Prince Thorn was confused, he threw away the sword and strangled the other party's neck with his hands, and threw the other party to the ground.
He rode on the enemy and raised his fist toward the other party's forehead.
With a loud bang, the violent attack was easily resisted.
"childish!"
Prince of Thorns continued to laugh, blood splashed on his pale skin and teeth.
His sword had pierced Bahram's shoulder.
But Bahram endured all this, pulled out the sword on his shoulder and threw it into the distance, then grabbed the other party's neck, and another violent header.
This even shattered his eyepiece, revealing his eyes that were flashing with strange green fluorescence and his face that was almost solidified into metal.
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Prince Thorn glared at Bahram, his face sank, and he finally realized that he had made a mistake.
He shouldn't be so close to this weird person.
The biting chill on the other party's body invaded his body, and the rune sword turned into a piece of mortal iron, and his flesh and blood were so stiff that it was difficult to move.
"Traitor! Go to die! Traitor! Go to die!"
Bahram's situation was not good either. His world was blurred as if it was a broken projector, and what supported him not to fall was purely resentment towards his enemies and responsibility for his comrades.
He beat the other person almost like a machine, grabbed the enemy with both hands, and then smashed it on the hard floor.
Astarte, who was covered in armor, was like a toy in his hands at this moment.
Prince Thorn twisted his body like a fish that was separated from the body of water, and was smashed and arched.
He was thrown from one end of the room to the other, and the messy facilities inside turned into balls of debris in the violent collision.
"No, I won't die like this-"
Once again, Amon tried to escape on all fours, but an armored boot hit him in the abdomen from the side, kicking him into the air.
The second kick hit him in the chin, knocking him to the ground with his back, and his teeth flew out of his mouth.
When the unrecognizable Prince of Thorns tried to get up again, the shaking Bahram grabbed his long black hair, lifted the Prince of Thorns up, and then slammed his knees hard on the other person's face, completely destroying his nose and one eye.
Unfortunately, Bahram was at the end of his life, otherwise this blow could even directly break the opponent's head.
"Rebel, rebel--pity!"
Bahram thought vaguely, holding the other person's hair tightly with one hand and holding a sharp piece of metal tightly with the other hand, pressing against Prince Thorn's throat.
"Accept the Emperor's..............................................................................................."