Taking advantage of the opportunity when Talos was dragged down by the twin demons, Khayon quickly rushed into the small Mechanicus church.
However, when he stepped into the corridor leading to the hall, he realized that something was wrong.
He has been to many temples and churches of the Mechanicus, and without exception, those places were filled with the roar of pistons and gears, and the permeating smell of holy oil.
But not here.
There is only dead silence and biting cold.
The heavy boots stepped on the masonry, causing waves of echoes. Khayon slowed down and began to apply layer after layer of protective spells on himself.
Suddenly, he stopped.
At the end of the corridor, a towering figure slowly walked out of the shadows.
The opponent was wearing silver-gray finely crafted power armor with purple gold trim, with a shining eagle emblem on his chest. He held a strange-shaped spear in his right hand, and held a long sword hanging from his waist in his left hand. A scarlet short cloak lay in the corridor.
Drifting gently in the artificial wind.
And his face is shrouded under a gorgeous helmet. The face of the helmet is shaped like a burning flame and decorated with red gems.
When the tail of the spear hit the floor with a heavy thud, Khayon knew he had met his true master.
At this moment, a figure also appeared in the direction he came from.
The man wore simple power armor with almost no decorations. The only feature was a long sword at his waist and behind his waist.
Although the other party looked unremarkable, Kayon was extremely frightened.
The other party was actually able to evade his own perception without even realizing it, and go directly behind him. This kind of strength is rare even in the Black Legion.
Not to mention judging from the opponent's posture, he should be a very powerful swordsman.
What Khayon is least good at is dealing with swordsmen——
And he is such a top swordsman.
In this way, Khayon was blocked in the corridor, but he did not appear panicked. Although the ether wind here was extremely thin and chaotic, he was not really forced to a dead end yet——
But his calmness was broken by the words of the person behind him.
"This must be Kayon from Kenitai, the Jackal Order of the Fifteenth Legion. I'm glad to meet you."
Upon hearing this string of titles, Kayon's pupils shrank and he turned around abruptly.
"Who are you!"
This name was only used by Khayon during his short service period during the Great Crusade, and was rarely used externally. He would only sign with this name when writing some formal reports.
Unless they are people within Thousand Sons, even warriors of his generation rarely know these titles of his.
I didn't expect that someone would be able to call him out in this place.
But the mysterious man just chuckled twice and did not respond directly.
But this title was also heard by Soshiyang, and he suddenly remembered the dream he had before, and the words in the dream——
[It’s too early for you now]
【Too naive】
[If you really want to know the answer]
【remember】
【Find the Jackal】
"Jackal..." (Readers who have forgotten can review Chapter 498)
Soshyan stared at Kayon's back, suddenly lifted the soul spear, rotated it in a circle, and pointed the tip of the spear at the chief warlock of the Black Legion.
"Traitor Iskandar Kayan! You have no way to escape, you will be captured without mercy!"
Hearing the righteous voice behind him, Kayon slowly turned around, carefully looked up and down at the leader of the Astral Knights, and then responded in a mocking tone:
"Traitor? Are you talking about me?"
He pointed to his face, then to Soshyan.
"Then Soshyan Alexey, what do you mean by annexing friendly forces?"
"snort!"
Soshiyang snorted coldly, not intending to waste any more words, and took a step forward, ready to go up and fuck the opponent directly.
But before he could take a step forward, Khayon had already drawn a demon tarot card, which depicted an ugly image resembling a two-headed orangutan.
This is the strongest demon that Khayon has captured since the Knight of Armor.
Despite its rugged appearance, it is actually a Tzeentch demon that is close to the level of a great demon. While possessing powerful witchcraft power, its melee combat capabilities are not inferior to even the lowest-level bloodthirsty demons of Khorne. It is very difficult to defeat.
Tangled.
"Kill the enemy on sight!"
Kayan shouted lowly and threw the tarot cards directly in front of Soshyan.
But the next scene almost made his jaw drop.
The tarot card that flew directly in front of Soshyan suddenly burst into blue flames, and a faint wailing sound could be heard.
In just a few seconds, it turned into a small puddle of ashes on the ground.
"you--"
Kayon took a step back, the horror in his heart beyond words.
He had realized before that Huron must be hiding something from him, but he didn't particularly take it to heart.
But now, he finally understood that Huron had concealed the most deadly information from him——
The opponent has some kind of powerful anti-psychic or anti-demon means!
"Hmph! Is this your last trick?"
Soshyan took a step forward and stepped on the pile of ashes.
"If so, then your defeat tonight is doomed!"
"It's not over yet!"
Kayon knew that it was time to fight, so he no longer cared about the people behind him and activated his psychic energy with all his strength.
In an instant, there was lightning and thunder in the corridor, and the surging ether power burst out of the air, forming a series of energy shocks, whizzing straight towards Suoshiyang.
The majestic momentum even caused the walls on both sides of the corridor to be filled with cracks - you must know that the walls of this place are made of several meters of alloy, so even bombardment with large-caliber artillery may not be effective.
Looking at the oncoming storm of destruction, Soshiyang did not dodge or dodge, but still moved forward with a steady pace, as if it was just a harmless breeze.
"What!"
Kayon blinked, somewhat in disbelief.
The attack I exerted with all my strength actually disappeared more than ten meters in front of the opponent, as if there was an absolute realm.
"It seems that this is not possible. Originally, I wanted to see the scene of your trial, but now -"
Kayon sighed softly, pulled out a golden wand, and carved a rune sequence with his finger.
The Thousand Sons chanted the word "power", omitting the word "light", and burned the power into the scepter.
As the spell ends, the hieroglyphs of Prospero on the scepter glow bright vermilion.
Khayon turned the scepter in a circle, pulled out a ceremonial dagger, and inserted it into the top of the scepter, turning it into a short spear.
"I can only complete the Black Heart King's prayer here."
Kayon assumed a throwing posture, and his target was Soshyan, who was slowly dragging his spear over.
"Remember, Soshiyan of the Astral Knights, you die for your arrogance! By the silver tower and the ever-burning eyes, destroy!"
Just as Soshyan was approaching him, Qianzi threw the short spear with all his strength.
In an instant, a burning red light went straight towards Suoshiyang, and in a burst of violent shaking, it erupted into a dazzling light like the sun——