The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"What made you now a bloodthirsty killer?"

He looked up at her and found that no smile flashed in her eyes.

The sword felt heavy in his hand, and the pendant with the Sky Eagle emblem hanging from the end of the hilt clinked on his wrist.

There is a long crack in Thor’s abdomen, and broken metal and blood are gushing out from it, and on the right thigh of Jan Zar opposite him, there is a thin crack in the right thigh, and blood also seeps from the cracked armor. .

But from the point of view of injury, Sol is obviously more disadvantaged.

He did his best, and that blow was really fast, almost a mortal would barely see it, even though Thor had already retreated for the first time and slashed down.

The opponent used a spear to hold the downward blow, and then slashed it away. Thor had to change the number of paths and turned the sword flat and pointed downward, holding it high to block the blow.

Jain Zal's spear buzzed and cut across, and Thor could only turn his sword to stab it with a life-for-life attitude.

But the opponent used a spear against the edge of the long sword on the side of the neck, and then another spear tip suddenly appeared on the other end of the spear, which turned into a double-headed spear. Saul’s abdomen.

A thick caterpillar-like blood stream crawled over the polished plastic steel, and it had begun to condense as it flowed down through the leg armor.

Thus formed the current situation.

Jain Zal was standing, and Saul was half kneeling on the ground, ten meters apart.

"Sadly, you are still slaves to that arrogant man."

Lord Phoenix shook his spear in the air, and the blood drops scattered from above onto the moist ground.

Thor was breathing hard, but not because of fatigue.

"Come again?"

Jain Zal asked defiantly.

Saul did not speak, but drew a third sword from behind, abandoning the previous broken sword.

The blade of this sword is as wide as his arm. The golden wings spread out on the guard to form a horizontal guard. A drop-shaped ruby ​​is decorated between the roots of their wings as if they are looking out of one eye—this is a cable. Solomon’s Hate, a sword that I rarely used.

Lord Phoenix looked at the weapon, weighed it, and judged it.

"I am always amazed at your stubbornness."

She murmured.

"But I don't like it."

"But we are here again."

Thor slowly stood up, letting the weapon lie still in his grasp.

He looked down at the sword and frowned, then shook his head.

Then he moved his shoulders, the muscles rolled smoothly under the skin, his breath almost turned into a whisper between his teeth, and lowered the swords in his hands so that their tips almost touched the ground.

Jain Zal's eyes flickered and stared at Thor, the light flickering in his pupils.

"That's it."

She still sneered when she spoke.

"Why are you here?"

"mission."

"Ha! Who gave you the mission? That half-dead fanatic?"

"No, it's fate."

Lord Phoenix's sneer disappeared from her face, the corners of her eyes twitched a few times, and then a wave of air surged through her body.

"That's right, let's continue this dance party, right?"

Thor nodded, and then a thunderous steel collision replaced the silence.

Once again, the two figures surrounded each other and started attacking each other.

Lord Phoenix's spear buzzed and hit the sword, danced open and split back, her breathing was steady, her eyes were slightly closed, her pupils were torn apart and the whites of her eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes.

And Saul deflected the attack every time he took a step back.

Lord Phoenix approached immediately, and the spear whistled and slashed across Thor's shoulder.

Sol took advantage of the situation and changed his tactics. He smashed the end of the hilt of his right hand into Jain Zal's forearm and then his chest.

Lord Phoenix dodged and raised his head, then using his spear as a fulcrum, he suddenly lifted his body, kicking Thor's chest with the toes of his right foot.

The slender body contained tremendous power, but even if Thor turned over and fell down as expected, Lord Phoenix's ankle was stuck between the arm and the hilt of the star warrior.

Thor tried hard to drag the opponent, but the Phoenix Lord instantly took advantage of the momentum to flip into the air, then turned over and dropped his feet to the ground, folded back and jumped back.

The tip of her spear pointed at Thor's neck.

Saul bared his teeth, shaking his whole body, raised his sword at a very fast speed, and slapped the tip of the spear crookedly.

But the spear still ran across his side face, and the blood immediately condensed on his face, and a deep nick appeared on the cheek under his left eye.

"That was a stupid move, you put too much in it."

When the two were separated again, Sol could only ensure that his legs were supported without falling down.

Saul shook his head, his face twitching from the wound.

"I admit that you are very strong, Jan Zal, even if he is replaced by any Primarch, he dare not say that he can take you lightly."

"Is this a compliment or a surrender? How should I understand?"

Lord Phoenix pointed his spear at Saul, and when she turned her head, she noticed that Soshyan was pointing her sword at Veronica, who was sitting paralyzed on the ground.

"My goal this time is not you. There is still room for reconciliation between the two sides. As long as I kill the prophet, we will leave immediately. After that, whatever your love is, I am not interested in the believers of other enemies. More suitable for your prey...Although not much."

Saul shrugged, although there was an unconcealable smile in the voice.

"As always, you are always so sure, always so much in control... But if your faith is shaken, if destiny sets you on a path that is uncertain..."

"Without fate, I would be nothing."

"Oh, then can I call you a slave to fate?"

Sol turned his head ~www.readwn.com~ A burst of low-frequency white noise echoed in his helmet, apparently something was talking to him.

"I forgive the hint in your words, human beings, your superficial knowledge and civilization cannot understand everything we see, even here."

"Everything you see?"

Saul smiled, literally.

"Then did you see this?"

Jan Zal's pupils shrank and he turned his body to the right abruptly.

Above the battlements, a towering shadow is slowly approaching.

Soon, its outline appeared in front of everyone.

The war machine dragged its legs, igniting sparks every step it took, leaving a trace on the ground.

Some parts of its armored steel plates are blackened, some parts are melted into sludge, some parts are hardened, and some parts are covered with silver boomerangs, like irregularly arranged fish scales.

His joints no longer rotate with smooth, heavy friction. Instead, they make brown crackling, sparking, and clanging noises. Gears and servos slide over loose teeth, only to rise occasionally.

It walked hard, its arms drooped, dozens of cables connecting the coffin and the main body were cut off, leaking steam continued to gush out, and a large amount of liquid leaked.

At a distance of twenty meters from Jan Zal, Fearless stopped.

When it stood firm, the whistle immediately made a huge roar.

"He has returned!!"

Amidst Macarion's excited roar and the vigilant gaze of Lord Phoenix, a gloomy figure emerged from behind Fearless.

The Emperor's Angel of Death https://