The voice of the Thorn Prince, who was forcibly lifted by Bahram, was like a ragged bellows, intermittently, panting, and staring at Bahram with only one left eye.
"You are the so-called traitors..."
Just as Bahram was about to take action, the wall behind him suddenly burst, and the shock wave threw him directly onto the wall, and then the gushing stones and debris fell on his power armor, making a jingling sound.
"What--"
Lying on the ground, Bahram, who had lost his last bit of strength, barely raised his head and saw several twisted figures walking out of the fire. The head was a guy with a spider-like mutant limbs on his lower body, and a heresy wearing blue-blue power armor was standing beside him.
"Tsk tsk tsk, Carl, you've capsized this time."
Tubaker glanced at the scene inside the outpost, and then his eyes fell on the Prince of Thorns who were lying on the ground and gasping.
Amon just responded to a resentful growl to the thousand-word laughter.
"Please him away."
Garmozege raised his chin and walked out from behind. Both of them were wearing silver power armor and went up to carry the Thorn Prince away.
Bahram looked at them and finally realized that they were the initiators of the disaster in the Red Sand Camp.
"Yes...you!"
"Ahhh, what a smart little guy."
Garmozej moved his limbs and walked step by step to Bahram. His pale face covered with cracks showed a cruel smile.
"With that ability, you must be Soshiyan's little baby. Would he be happy if I hung you on the flag?"
"Heaven...Horse!"
"Hahaha, I can accept the scolding of the rest of the empire, but you are the only ones!"
Garmozej bent down, pulled off Bahram's helmet, grabbed his chin, and raised his face, which was still left with some gray veins.
He squinted his eyes and stared at the traces left by the grey graft.
"Only you! You are not qualified to say this!"
After saying that, he let go of his hands, straightened his waist, and looked down at Bahram.
"You won't die, you will become evidence that will cause you to be completely destroyed into the abyss!"
Then, he glanced at the other four people on the ground.
“They are the same.”
At this moment, Garmozejie suddenly had a bell in his heart, and he instinctively jumped backward, and used the power of the mutated limb to jump out more than ten meters away, and supported a psychic shield.
The next second, a blue fireball hit his original position, blasted the floor tiles, stirring up a piece of dust. Bahram, who was lying on the ground, was pushed away by the air waves several meters away, and successfully fainted under the violent impact.
Almost the moment when Garmozejie held up his shield, a lightning bolt came from above, knocking his shield to a slight and darkness.
"who!"
As Garmozejie shouted loudly, a figure emerged from the smoke.
The visitor was wearing a black background and red edge power armor, with a large number of golden flame patterns on it. There was no mark on the shoulder armor, but there was a metal sky eagle emblem on its chest. However, unlike most sky emblems, this sky eagle is presented in the form of a skeleton and is surrounded by flames.
The backpack behind the power armor also has a skeleton-shaped cloak dotted with a tassel-shaped cloak.
His golden helmet is even more special. It is a canine creature with vertical ears and spitting out of his mouth and nose. His eyes are two huge rubies, and his right hand is also holding a long-handled sickle-shaped scimitar.
Seeing this strange weapon, Tubaker felt a stern.
This weapon was called the Khepash Scythe Scissel, which was often used by the Thousand Sons during the Great Expedition, but after the Red Letter Event, few people have used this Scissel Scissel Scissel, which symbolizes the past years of the Legion.
"Who are you!"
Tubaker stepped forward and asked loudly:
"Don't show up in hiding your head!"
But the mysterious man did not respond and just stared at Garmozejie.
"I won't say it, right! Then let me reveal it!"
Tubek, who was disgusted by the other party, waved his hand directly, and a wave of lightning and flames swept towards the other party.
As the waves approached five meters in front of him, the mysterious man snorted, and a substantial spiritual shield burst out, directly dispelling the energy.
"Okay! Come again!"
Tubaker didn't believe in evil, and raised his hand and there were several continuous red lightning bolts.
As a result, the other party raised the scimitar in his hand. The lightning was like a fan encountering a powerful magnet, and it was directly attached to the scimitar. Then the man twisted his wrist and the scimitar slashed down in the direction where Tobaker was.
In a blink of an eye, those lightning bolts rolled towards Tubeck in a more majestic whirlwind form.
"Oh no!"
Tubaker quickly supported several psychic shields, but was still knocked out by huge energy, and smoke was emitted all over his body.
Garmozejie looked back at the Thousand Son Wizard. After seeing that he could still stand up, he turned his attention back to the mysterious man.
"Your Excellency is such a powerful psychic power, but in my impression, the empire does not seem to have a person like you."
But the other party didn't reply and still stood there and looked at him.
Garmozejie was not annoyed, but suddenly raised his right hand, and then the rune sword that originally belonged to Prince Thorn on the ground flew into his hands automatically and emitted a strange light again.
"Although Carl possesses this sword, he cannot fully utilize it."
The former Soul Drinker think tank stared at the runes on the sword, then suddenly moved, drawing a cross mark in the void.
The mysterious man also cut off the scimitar at the same time, and the two energy collided violently in the air, causing a strong airflow.
Garmozejie roared and stepped forward with his sword. During his sprint, countless sharp thorns emerged from the ground and headed towards the wounded Knights of the Star Realm.
The mysterious man then twisted his scimitar and a few spells floated under his helmet. In an instant, all the wounded were wrapped in a layer of light golden shield to resist the spikes.
As soon as he finished all this, the rune sword had already stabbed in front of him.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! In the blink of an eye, the mysterious man disappeared from the spot.
In another blink, he appeared beside Garmozejie and slashed the scimitar in his hand.
The two weapons collided and sparked from subspace.
Garmozejie was unwilling to fail, so he swung the opponent's weapon with one sword, then suddenly poked out his left arm, and a ball of black light condensed in his palm.
In an instant, countless claws made of shadows surged from all directions, trying to tear the mysterious man's body.
At this moment, he heard a chuckle sounding from the other party's helmet, and then felt a heat.
"Um?"
Under his gaze of surprise, a strange blue flame rose from the feet of the mysterious man, contrasting with the golden flame patterns on the other party's armor, forming a magnificent and bizarre picture.
With the appearance of the blue flame, all the shadows disappeared. Then the mysterious man poked out his palm and headed straight for Garmozejie's face.
"Don't think about it!"
Garmozejie shouted loudly and stabbed the rune sword at the same time.
The moment the sword tip was almost in contact with the other party's palm, time seemed to solidify. Garmozejie found that he could no longer enter the slightest, and the blue flames began to spread to him along the sword.
"Good means—"
Knowing that the other party was stronger than he expected, Garmozejie decisively opened his mouth and spit out a pure black smoke in front of him. After extinguishing the flames on the sword, he immediately pulled back.
"We accepted this time, but the matter is not over yet, and there will be a period of time later!"
Garmozejie quickly evacuated the outpost and hurriedly disappeared into the night with those people.
The mysterious man did not chase after him, but turned around and looked at the messy outpost and several unconscious warriors, then sighed softly.