Seizing this brief opportunity, Mortarion gripped the scythe tightly and struck out on the ground, aiming directly at Soshyan's lower body. He then struck forward with the handle of the scythe, creating a perfect chain attack.
Realizing that he was in danger of losing his legs, Soshyan restrained himself and jumped backwards, doing a backflip and landing easily on the ground.
But at this moment, the opponent's handle had already rushed over and hit Soshyan hard on the chest.
"Well--"
The pain in his chest made Soshiyang clenched his teeth and he could no longer hold on. He spat out a mouthful of blood, then staggered back, barely able to maintain his balance.
But the opponent was not in a hurry to pursue.
"brother."
Mortarion weighed the scythe in his hand, transferred it from his right hand to his left, then back again, then shook his head.
"I have always been very suspicious of your death. I have been investigating the truth of the matter for so many years, but I have always been interfered by some force... I guess you may know who is controlling everything behind the scenes?"
Soshyan's answer was silence.
"So, even if you are treated like this, you are still maintaining the decadent empire that no longer belongs to our former father? No matter you, Dorn, Russ, Jaghatai, or Guilliman,
Even Sanguinius is so foolish, loyal and stubborn."
Soshyan responded by leaping to his feet and rushing forward even faster, swinging his sword in search of Mortarion's heart.
This time he squeezed out all his strength and was so fast that the Eldar around him could barely see his sword.
But the Lord of Death just waved his wrist almost casually, turned the blade away, and responded with the sound of steel clashing.
In a flash of lightning, Soshyan's sword slipped into the inner circle of Mortarion's defense and penetrated the opponent's throat.
Mortarion very calmly used the side handle of the scythe to lock Soshyan's sword, preventing the opponent from making any further progress. Then he suddenly released his right hand and thrust forward with his fingers, stabbing Soshyan in the abdomen.
Soshyan was also forced to grab the opponent's hand with his left hand, and the two were in a stalemate, but Mortarion seemed to notice the golden ring on Soshyan's hand.
"interesting."
The distraction of the opponent was exactly what Soshyan needed. He suddenly pulled his sword out of the opponent's lock, swung forward forcefully, and slashed across the neck of the Lord of Death.
At the last moment, Mortarion tilted his head to prevent his neck from being pierced.
And he also found the right opportunity, stretched out a black dagger from the back of his right hand, and stabbed Soshyan in the abdomen.
Soshyan staggered back and turned sideways, black blood oozing from the wound, and his eyes widened in extreme pain.
Mortarion shook his head, then touched his neck with his hand, and then looked at the light green blood remaining on his palm.
At this time, there was a dagger in his left hand.
"Sorry, brother, this is my loving father's order... I don't hate you, and there is no enmity between us, but this is reality. If my loving father wants to take her away, he will also take you away."
Soshyan's shoulders twitched, and his fingers lost their grip on the sword. The weapon immediately slipped from between his fingers, and the tip was stuck in the mud, trembling.
"This is the poison prepared by the loving father himself. It's called the End. It's better than the old enemy Blade that hurt Horus in the first place. Even we can't resist it, so... don't struggle anymore, it will only make you worse."
pain."
His legs went weak, and Soshyan almost fell to his knees. He grabbed the sword stuck on the ground at the last moment to prevent himself from completely surrendering.
"Despicable person, you who have offered foolish loyalty to the evil god, what qualifications do you have to bark here!"
"Despicable... Yes, I also feel that I am despicable. We have all become what we hate most, so I have been hating for ten thousand years! I hate my father,
Hate my brother, hate the world, hate... myself."
Soshyan, who was kneeling on one knee, could no longer speak. He could only gasp violently. His heart seemed to explode. The blood vessels near his brain were twitching like springs. His vision gradually became dim, and the sounds around him slowed down.
Go away slowly.
This poison is obviously so overbearing that even the gray marrow in his body cannot have any effect. In other words, if there was no gray marrow, he would have collapsed by now.
Suddenly, in the corner of his peripheral vision, Soshyan noticed something new appearing.
They didn't have any form before he got close to them, surrounding them like fungi or cells under a microscope.
Then they slowly took on shapes, teeth, wrinkles, mouthparts, stingers, stripes, and strange pigment groups.
It eventually became a grotesque squirming thing, waving tentacles and claws with a murderous sneer.
The biggest one among them was as fat as a glutton whose belly could be used as a mattress. Its square head with antlers was short and fat, and it looked as ugly as a rag stuck in broken furniture.
The pads, skin was full of cracks, infested with maggots and various wounds and running herpes.
As for the skin on its chest, it had completely rotted away, revealing the pale muscles under the skin.
There is also a huge hole in the chest of this creature, and many small creatures are playing in the small holes between the ribs and the deteriorated muscles. They look like miniature versions of the big guy they are parasitizing.
Then, the thing turned its head to face Soshyan, and the rotten mucous membrane on its body trembled slightly with every breath.
"I, Gakkus, will await your arrival in the garden of my loving father, son of the curse."
What the other party said was actually very vague, and even impossible to understand at all, but Soshyan now had no power to disperse them, and those forms gradually surrounded him.
No!
Anger rose from Soshyan's thoughts and eventually turned into the sword burning with crimson flames in his hand. He imagined himself standing up and cutting off their tentacles and heads with the sword.
He wanted to make this a reality and let them be crushed by him with one hand.
Soshiyang silently roared his fury into the vast sea of subspace, and destruction poured out of his heart in waves.
Then, he stood up, brandished his sword of wrath, and protected himself with strong determination turned into armor.
He would rather lose everything than fail here!
"oh?"
Seeing Soshyan standing up again, Mortarion raised his eyebrows slightly and made a surprised sound.
"Well, brother, you're tougher than I thought, so-"
Suddenly, the Lord of Death fluttered his wings, and his figure began to expand in mid-air. The originally dry insect wings became plump and colorful, green horns sprouted from the shoulder armor, and deadly venom flowed from the tips of the horns. At the same time, he
The hanging incense burners exploded one after another, thick green smoke surrounded his body like ribbons, and even the air became as deadly as concentrated sulfuric acid.
Mortarion's originally pale face now looked more like a shriveled skeleton, with two pale green flames burning brightly in his skinless eye sockets.