The true form of the Daemon Primarch made all the surrounding Plague Marines praise and cheer, and also made all the Eldar howl in despair.
"Come on! Brother, I will save you from your miserable fate!"
Mortarion, whose figure had covered the sky and the sun, screamed, and then swooped down, and the insect wings behind him became like a ball of colorful mist.
Soshyan spit out a mouthful of pus and blood, then took a deep breath and pointed the sword in his hand at the sky.
He must be quick and precise. Enemies blessed by Nurgle have extraordinary endurance and can survive wounds that would be fatal to all living things.
Now he is almost returning to his former glory. The remaining strength must be killed with one blow, otherwise there will be nothing to follow.
The moment the two of them met, Veronica even covered her face.
Mortarion's sickle made a long bloody hole on Soshiyan's side, which could even be said to have dug out a large piece of flesh. Soshiyan also dropped his heavy sword and almost cut the Lord of Death's head in half.
, and finally penetrated deeply into the other person's neck.
When the sharp blade was pulled out, black rot spewed out, and steam was rising from the sword.
Soshyan took a breath. Not only was he in severe pain, but the blow just now also made his arm numb.
"Soshyan, stop fighting with him! You will die!"
Veronica's plea was ignored. Soshyan held back his last breath and took the opponent's head again.
But the sword edge passed by without hitting. Mortarion twisted like a boneless thing, then turned around and swept across, directly knocking Soshyan and sword away, and creating a deep gash in his chest.
Wound.
Soshyan fell heavily and quickly rolled to the side to avoid the opponent's stampede. The sickle thrown out by the opponent almost cut off Soshyan's head.
In the chaos, Soshyan found the right opportunity and inserted his sword into a rotten hole in his opponent's breastplate.
There was a groan, but Mortarion did not flinch, but grabbed the sword.
"It's a wonderful attack, brother. If you weren't injured, I would never dare to take this attack."
After saying that, Mortarion kicked Soshyan's breastplate hard, knocking him over into the mud.
Soshiyang gasped and wanted to stand up, but his chest was in burning pain. He knew that his lungs were full of holes because he had inhaled too much of the deadly poisonous gas——
When he raised his head, he saw a towering shadow vaguely appearing in front of his eyes.
"I'm sorry, brother, but in war, nothing is fair, right?"
Then, the other party slowly raised the sickle, like an executioner on the execution ground preparing to execute the immobile prisoner.
"Brother, believe me, what awaits you is not a desperate death, but a true rebirth."
The moment the sickle fell, Soshyan stretched out his hand to catch it, or at least to resist it.
"Um?"
But Mortarion stopped himself. He put away his scythe and turned around, only to see a gunboat flying the flag of the Black Heart Cabal in the sky diving towards him at a high speed, and the main gun on the head of the gunboat was still firing wildly.
Plow a furrow in the ground.
"Stop it!"
The soldiers of the Fourteenth Legion also noticed this thing heading straight for the original body, and immediately shot at the opponent with their weapons.
Assault guns, heavy explosive shells, armor-piercing rockets, and a variety of light and heavy weapons interweave into the most ear-piercing roaring music on the battlefield.
The gunboat soon trembled under the intensive firepower, its armor and structure continued to peel off, and finally fell from the air two hundred meters away from the demonic original body, exploding into a huge fireball.
But Mortarion vaguely sensed something, stared at the pile of burning wreckage, and then slowly raised the scythe.
However, just when the demon primarch was on guard, an accident happened that caught him off guard.
Click——
There was a thunderous explosion, and the thunder and lightning passed through the battlefield like a giant snake, hitting the chest of the Lord of Death who was completely unresponsive, and directly knocked him away.
"What....."
Soshyan, who was holding his hands on the ground, tried to turn his head. At this time, his consciousness was very blurred, and his vision was a blur of colors.
Finally, he saw a tall human figure wearing a golden dragon helmet slowly walking out of the ruins of the burning gunboat. Even under Soshyan's dizzy vision and the firelight, the helmet seemed alive, with a ring around his head.
Lightning, eyes flashing with fire.
The man was very tall, and even though he was wearing gold and red armor, he looked thin and lean. A thick crimson cloak hung on his shoulders, lined with mottled fur, and the fur covered the delicate ceramic steel plate below.
Gilded lines, the golden shoulder armor is carved into an eagle's head with a sharp beak, engraved with elegant and strange text and lightning strike texture, a round lion guard hangs on the belt, the lion's eyes are inlaid with two
An ancient and luxurious ruby, with pearls adorning the side.
He is also holding a knife in his right hand, which is a slender single-edged scimitar. The blade has been polished and still shines brightly even in dim light. Dense arcs of electricity travel across the blade, like lightning, and the handle
The gauntlet is carved into the shape of a roaring beast.
When the opponent strode towards him, Soshyan even faintly heard thunder and the sound of horse hooves, as if endless cavalry were galloping in with war roars.
Mortarion, who was knocked away, stood up from the ground and turned his head sharply.
When he saw the person coming, he let out an unprecedented angry roar:
"It's you! It's you!!!"
Soshiyang looked at the other person, and for some reason, he felt unusually familiar and at ease.
At this time, several clowns suddenly rushed out of the void, grabbed his armor and dragged him out of the battlefield and brought him to Veronica.
"Quick... drink it quickly."
Veronica had already taken out the small bottle of panacea and was about to pull out the cap, but was immediately held down by Soshyan's blood-stained hand.
"No...no need...I'm fine."
"Don't worry about Talos, I've already had him brought back to the ship. He's not in serious condition, but you -"
As she said that, tears dripped from Veronica's eyes, and she smashed into Soshyan's body. The stench and poisonous smoke that the other party continued to emit frightened her, and she tried to merge her power into Soshyan.
When Yang entered the body, he found that it was a mud cow entering the sea - there was no reaction at all.
At this time, the visitor had already quickened his pace.
The death shrouds immediately changed their formation and tried to stop this new enemy, but compared to their opponent, their speed was like slow motion in a silent movie.
Soshyan tried his best to keep his eyes open and watched the other party raise the knife gracefully and calmly. The light of the knife was just an afterimage to him.
Before this, he had never seen such terrifying speed, such restrained wildness, or such bottomless ruthless art.
When the man rotated the long knife with his wrist, the cold light reflected from his gold-plated armor like a halo, with a sharp aristocratic contempt.
Suddenly, he slowed down, strode forward, and swung his knife at the first blocker without hesitation - but in Soshiyang's eyes, it was not a knife, but a living creature, a