The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Thank you!"

Looking at Evelyn's team fighting with those masters, Suoshyang nodded and charged towards Victor in a rush. He didn't even need a sword along the way, he directly knocked the blocker flying with his body.

However, when he rushed to the distance of only 100 meters from the opponent, he was stopped by a figure.

The opponent slowly strode out from behind the column, causing Soshyan to quickly stop his heels.

"you--"

Soshyang's throat was blocked, and then he let out an unbelievable voice.

"you are still alive?"

What appeared in front of him was the nightmare he encountered in the mysterious underground ruins of Armageddon many years ago. He would never forget the horned armor and the dark shadows surrounding him. Unable to fight back.

But what he didn't know was that what appeared in front of him was the supreme of all nightmares, De Lazare!

With a slow sense of oppression, De Lazare walked ten meters in front of Soshyan and stared at him.

Suddenly, a deep voice came from under the white demon helmet.

"Once again... the first meeting, it's really good luck."

Soshyan narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Your words are really contradictory."

Veronica heard the conversation between the two and then loudly reminded:

"Soshyan, it's Drazal! The strongest nightmare, you must be careful!"

Soshyan frowned slightly, but he didn't know this character, but Kayang took a deep breath.

"It's actually it... I heard that Ahriman once suffered a loss at the hands of a dark Eldar. It is said to be this one, it seems... Rumor has it that he is Ahra, who created the Nightmare Shrine The fallen phoenix, the former phoenix lord who assaulted the scorpion shrine, but according to the rumors from Qianzi, this guy may not be a living thing, and there is only a cloud of dust under his armor."

But the identity of the other party has no effect on Soshyan's determination, but he is still very concerned about what this person has experienced since the last time they met, and how he left Ulano.

"You're not the same as before."

"Haha, it feels very sharp, the descendant of the Civic Temple... But the human being you saw is dead, and I am me now."

"Strange logic."

"Nothing strange."

Saying that, Derazal stretched out his left arm.

"Bring it."

"what?"

"You know."

Soshyan glanced at Derazal, then at Veronica, and finally shook his head.

"Even if it is given to you, will you hand it over?"

The other party was silent, but the meaning was already very obvious.

"Then things are very simple."

Soshyang took a step back with his right leg, pointed the sword diagonally at the opponent, and made an offensive stance.

Derazal slowly lowered his arm, and then shadows gathered in his palm, and two broad-blade knives appeared in his hands.

The next moment, Soshyan's surroundings were covered with shadows covering the sky and the sun, isolating him from others, as if he had entered an independent space.

He even felt as if he was being submerged, and the shadows surged from the coast like sea water, submerging the entire temple.

As Soshyan looked around and saw the waves of shadows rolling over, a strange feeling began to surface.

In an instant, the furnace-like heat of this temple suspended on lava was replaced by a damp, bone-chilling chill that eroded his bones and sanity.

"Then, let's get started."

Seeing the other party striding through the shadows and walking towards him, anger swelled on Soshyan, forcing him to hold his breath.

"I'm not what I used to be!"

Soshyan let out a low roar, swung his sword forward, and raised the cracked sword with all his might to aim at the nightmare's helmet.

The opponent easily parried with one hand. When the long sword hit the machete, a violent dark storm erupted. The repelled Soshyan seemed to be wrapped in a black curtain.

Soshyan chopped those shadows into invisible fragments, and then continued to pounce on the enemy.

The two had a fierce head-to-head confrontation, the sword and the knife collided violently, and sparks flew.

Derazal held a blade in each hand, and his figure was as agile as a butterfly flying on the battlefield. At the same time, he was surrounded by various ghosts with skeleton faces, flying and scratching at Soshyan from time to time. The armor is covered with a thin layer of frost.

After fighting for more than a dozen rounds, Soshyan painfully discovered that his combat skills were still unmatched by the opponent's - if you had to compare, the double-sword skills of the person in front of him were even better than Saul's.

After feinting a shot to deceive Soshyan for a counterattack, Soshyan felt a burst of pain when the blade slid through his ribs.

After the fierce battle, his armor was already riddled with holes. With a light stroke, large pieces of pottery steel fell with blood.

Even his armor's server has been shut down a long time ago, and Soshyan is now relying on his own brute force to drive the armor to fight, which further causes his movements to be less swift than before.

Soshyan stared at his opponent, lowering his left shoulder as if to move in that direction, and there was a glimmer of victory in his eyes as Derazal swung Clive's broad-blade to intercept him.

This is a simple fake, Soshyan moved his center of gravity to the right and swept over the end of the blade.

Then, in the next step, his sword should slash across the opponent's right leg, wait for the opponent to lose his balance, and then another sword——

But before Soshyan could continue his plan, Derazal suddenly straightened his fingers, inserted them into Soshyan's chest like an arrow, and directly poked a blood hole in his breastplate, almost touching his ribs. .

As Soshyan stepped back, Derazal followed him closely, ramming Soshyan's abdominal cavity with the handle of the Clive Broadblade in his left hand, turning around and kicking him in the shoulder with a tremendous force that almost Make Soshyan fall backwards.

Before he could recover, the other party kicked the Space Marine Chapter Commander on the back again.

Soshyan slammed his backhand with a sword backwards ~www.readwn.com~ but hit nothing.

"Well!"

Suddenly, something hit the back of his head.

The opponent hit him hard with the hilt of the sword through the helmet, and Soshyan realized the danger, rolled forward and then turned around.

Nightmare leaped forward and threw the Clive broad-blade knife in his left hand, and kicked him in the neck at the moment Soshyan swung the sword and smashed the weapon flying towards the door.

Soshyan swayed back under the heavy blow, and the flying Clive broad-blade spun above his head. The Nightmare stepped on his shoulder and jumped up, holding the spinning blade in the air, and then rolled to the ground.

"Oops!"

Realizing that he lost his balance, Soshyan quickly stepped back a few steps, concentrating on his pace, ready to move again.

But the opponent was too fast. As soon as they landed, the two swords crossed, and the two weapons collided again.

But this time Soshyan was obviously not as fast as the opponent.

To make matters worse, his weapon—

boom!

After hundreds of collisions, the power sword in his hand could no longer withstand it, and it exploded in the opponent's final blow, and the sharp metal splashes cut lines on Soshyan's tattered armor and exposed parts of the skin. The deep marks even nearly penetrated his helmet goggles.

Knowing that he had to fight hard, Soshyan violently tore off his helmet, smashed it at the opponent, and then waved the remaining broken sword in his hand, hitting Derazal's head.

With a click, the shadow dissipated.