All the cursed legions poured into the country of their origin,
At the end of all things,
Prophet of the Eighth Legion,
Will rise in the forbidden bloodline and the tricks of fate——
In the majestic rainstorm, verses recited in the elegant Nasturm language floated out from the winged skull mask. The dark figure was like a ghost in the rain, and the lightning engraved in it seemed to be about to emerge from the dark blue.
It burst out from the metal.
Hearing this voice, Talos raised his head suddenly.
He looked at that figure, his eyes slowly widened, and he almost thought he had fallen into a new hallucination...
"First company commander... first company commander?"
He will never be mistaken about his unruly figure, breathtaking temperament, and that iconic helmet.
During the period when the original body became more and more crazy, that person was the only one who single-handedly maintained the nearly collapsed legion. In a sense, he was the real "primary body" of the Eighth Legion.
But even in Talos's wildest visions, he had never seen this person.
He was lost a long time ago, and the last bit of pride of the Eighth Legion was gone with him.
But now, this person appeared in front of him again, in a place and time that he could never imagine.
"Is that you!"
Talos's voice trembled.
"Our First Captain! Prince of Crows! Argo Severtarion!"
There was just a click, and the dark sky was torn apart by a bolt of lightning, illuminating the earth and revealing the dark figure in front of everyone.
Talos put his hands on the ground and roared at the top of his lungs:
"First company commander! You're still alive! You're really still alive!!! I always thought that was Ma Kuchen's lie!"
Sevatar didn't even look at him, his attention was always on Jaan Zar.
The Phoenix Lord finally stopped her relaxed expression at this moment, leaving only solemnity on her face. This guy who suddenly appeared had murderous intent and a sense of crisis that she had never seen before.
In her senses, the person in front of her was closer to a weapon than a human being, an extremely barbaric weapon.
In the long life of Jaen Zar, he encountered enemies who felt like this very few times, and each time was accompanied by a life-or-death crisis.
"Prince of Crows, interesting name...I seem to have some memories."
Phoenix Lord was stunned for a moment, as if he was searching for something.
Then her shoulders stiffened suddenly, then she clenched her teeth, and her expression changed from solemn to nervous.
"Is it you!? Why are you here!"
Savita did not reply, but instead took out the object wrapped in oilcloth behind him with his backhand, held it tightly in his right hand, and pointed at the Phoenix Lord.
"Um?"
Under Jaen Zar's wary gaze, Sevatar shook his arm, and the oilcloth slowly slid down.
"Soul Spear!"
Only then did Soshiyang realize that what Sevita was holding was actually the sacred soul spear, but he didn't remember that he had ever lent it to him.
He glanced at Sol, who just shook his head in response.
Although he felt a little unhappy, Soshyan still suppressed his emotions. He knew that he had to solve the immediate matter first.
Sevatar held the soul spear motionless, and the rainwater danced on the curved blade of the soul spear. He just watched the rainwater flow over the perfectly still spear edge.
Above him, iron-colored dark clouds rolled up curtains of wet rain that splashed across the ruined scene. Firelight still exploded in the wreckage in the distance, fighting against the pouring rain.
Bystanders, whether human or elven, stood on the edge of the gentle slope, and no one wanted to disturb the duel.
In Sevatar's mind, he almost never noticed the silent crowd. The Phoenix Lord opposite was now the only reality in his consciousness.
He must go all out to win a goal of this level.
His concentration was heightened to an unprecedented level, and every ripple in Jaun Zhar's armor, every breath between his teeth, every drop of rain falling on the black spear - Sevatar saw and felt it.
All of them.
Suddenly, the Phoenix Lord shook his head and pointed the tip of his spear at Talos.
"Why did you save him?"
Savitar didn't answer, but slowly approached.
Jarn Zar had no choice but to spin the spear, his arm appearing between the rotating weapons, and the raindrops shattered like it cut through a rain curtain.
"Are you still thinking about your so-called brothers who have already fallen into disgrace?"
The Phoenix Lord's mockery danced in his words.
"You have been free for a long time, Prince of Crows. You and we have cooperated happily before. There is no need to fight with each other like this again."
Sevatar was not listening. His concentration had been compressed into a needle, causing the world around him to shrink, to the point between the flashing blades and the moment within it.
He no longer even looked at Jaen Zar, nor the opponent's spear. All that was left in his world was the crack at the tip of the spear.
This is his kingdom, a part of his life, like the air filling his lungs and the iron in his blood.
Gradually, his pulse slowed down with the echo, and the flow of time became heavy and slow, like oil spreading across the ice.
He placed his other hand on the handle of the spear, feeling its weight change in his palm.
Then, he raised the soul spear above his head, the muscles of his shoulders tensed up, and his breathing followed the rhythm of the slowly rising and falling blood in his veins.
Seeing that her inquiries were fruitless, Jaen Zar twirled her weapon, then suddenly stopped it.
Several dirty trickles rushed down the slender face.
"I've also wanted to fight you for a long time, Sai."
Finally, Sevatar said the first word.
"Come."
Jaen Zar held the spear low to his side, while Sevatar remained motionless, measuring the opponent's still rhythm and waiting for the moment to unfold.
This duel won't last long because they both have a certain feel for each other's strength.
There will be no more temptations, and the move must be a killing move.
While breathing, a raindrop stopped on the tip of the spear.
Savita held her breath, her pulse stopped in her blood vessels, and her heartbeat stopped in her chest.
Breathe again, and the drop of rain falls.
The black spear danced forward, and Sevatar took action at the same time.
However, his opponent dodged away at an incredible speed, and the spear in his hand turned into a shadow and wrapped around him.
The Prince of Crows waved the soul spear repeatedly, and the holy object broke through the rain curtain like a bullet.
He kept swinging high and low, but the Phoenix Lord laughed and dodged every blow, leaping in the air.
The next moment, the tip of the black spear was inserted diagonally.
Sevatar suddenly steadied himself, and Jaen Zar's eyes widened in surprise when the shot missed.
Then the Crow Prince suddenly dodged again, the curved spear blade flashed past his head, and then the soul spear flashed out.
The Phoenix Lord stepped back like a snake, and raised her spear with all her strength.
Boom——
For the first time, the two weapons collided with the sound of gold and iron, and sparks burst out in the rain.
It was also at this moment that in everyone's surprised eyes, something strange happened!