"You are looking for me, right?"
"yes."
Motarian exerted force on his hand and the sickle directly slapped Alcantara more than ten meters away. This was a rare mercy for the Lord of Death.
"That depends on whether you have the ability!"
Veronica said nothing, slowly floated up, the air flow surrounding her covered her face, and then a huge amount of natural energy emanated from her, as if she was the center of the storm.
Afterwards, she held a staff in one hand and held the illusory Heya rune with the other.
"If you think I am weak and can be bullied, then you are wrong... Mother of Eternity, Zhao Wuxing."
As Veronica chanted a spell, the stormy subspace power set off a storm-like wave that was enough to throw the plague warriors into the air.
Veronica is like the incarnation of a goddess, her clothes fluttering and her golden crown is so dazzling that the stars are out of reach, calling for the energy of nature to compete with the annihilation of plague.
The alien snake Visa, who had been wrapped around her arm, also had a sharp rise in shape and turned into a giant snake monster that was a hundred meters long and thick, holding Veronica with its head. At the same time, it swept its tail and swept away several plague warriors, breaking the armor and bones covering it.
Then, within a radius of thousands of meters, a large number of vines drilled out of the hard ground, using the force of the skull to whip the believers of Nurg. At the same time, various primitive spells flew everywhere, flooding those guys who disobeyed the order of life.
The death shrouds closest to Veronica suffered the goddess' most direct anger. A series of vines poured down like a swift snake strike and swept directly to a death shrouds. Several people were raised and flew away on the spot, and they were thrown away in a mess.
The powerful life energy is also healing the spirits injured in the battle, regaining their vitality and strength, and even Alcantara stands up again.
However, this is not enough to fight the steadfast determination of the Lord of Death.
The death shrouds continued to fire violently at Fujiman. Motarian had already waved his sickle, like a hard-working farmer, heading straight for the giant snake, and then pulled out his pistol from his waist to shoot at the other side.
However, a huge white flower suddenly bloomed, absorbing the deadly bullets one by one, and completely shattering itself.
The white petals are flying in the air, and the songs from the Eldar Mother Goddess are still echoing in the wind.
Motarian shook the insect wings and planned to soar into the sky, but as soon as he left the ground, Tengman caught up with him.
A huge vine that thousands of small vine men gathered together wrapped around his waist and dragged him back to the ground.
"Alien Witch!!!"
Motarian roared, tearing them with his terrifying power, and the initial Fuman was broken immediately, but it was useless. More wriggling Fuman climbed up to his arms and wrapped his hands tightly.
Although the blasphemy halo carried by the Demon Primros itself constantly wilt the vines around, the other party grew faster.
Soon, the Lord of Death could not even shoot out his arm and pull out his pistol.
At this time, Veronica stood on the giant snake's head and looked coldly at Motarian below. Although she wanted to kill this bastard now, forcibly entering the goddess state without the talisman of Heya had already put a huge burden on her spirit. Even if she tried her best to maintain it, the Heya rune in her hand was getting dimmer and dimmer-
In the end, Veronica, who decided to fight to the death, gritted her teeth, closed her palms suddenly, and crushed the runes that had become translucent.
At that moment, it emitted a more fierce and bright light. At the same time, the tendrils of vineman, flashing amber energy, grew violently, wrapping Motarian in the blink of an eye, and at the same time, the sharp thorns began to shoot out from the inside, just like an iron virgin of torture instruments.
In an instant, Motari's safe body was covered with thorns, but the slight pain only made his inner anger worse and worse.
The Lord of Death then chanted the spell in a low voice, pausing for a moment for every seven syllables.
Accompanied by the dark spell, even without a trace of breeze, the flames on the battlefield still trembled.
Soon, the wind of decay began to surge, and the air was filled with the stench of swamps, burning in the throats of all life.
In Comoros, it is not easy to mobilize such power, but it is not difficult for Motarian.
Hearing the dark words in his ears, Veronica's eyes immediately flashed with a light of fear, and the giant snake under her feet also arched its back in a very twisted way, trying to break free from the invisible bondage, but this was useless.
She stared at the image that appeared in front of her in horror. It looked complete, but it was so ethereal and vague. Her only clear eyes were endless decay and depressed, and her teeth were like broken tombstones. It exhaled its breath with the stench of a rotten corpse.
Then it reached out to her, but could not cross the barrier formed by reality.
Even so, Veronica was so scared that she closed her eyes, but could still see it, it was burning in his mind.
The idea of ​​running for life was filled with her heart.
However, she could not leave until she became an empty shell.
Motarian recited the mantra carefully, and refused to make even a syllable. Then he leaned his head back and squeezed out the word of the mantra with his lips.
The power from the kind father spreads into his body, seeps out of his blood vessels, and stains his skin.
Then the Lord of Death spread his wings, and the vines surrounding him instantly disappeared like fine sand, and then flew straight towards Veronica.
When Veronica opened her eyes, she saw the cold eyes of the Demon Primarch.
"You feel it, don't you? The Father has long put an indelible mark on your soul, and you will always be His."
"No!"
Veronica staggered back, but the perplexing pain and the darkness that surged into her head almost made her feel unconscious.
The snake monster swung his body at the last moment, threw Veronica to the snake's tail, and then turned his head and bit Motarian.
The Lord of Death swung his sickle, and the huge snake head was directly chopped off. The blood gushed out caused a blood rain around, and the twitching snake tail also caused Veronica to fall to the ground.
But when she approached the ground, a hand suddenly reached out to grab her arm, allowing her to land on both feet.
"Why are you just disobedient... If you really can win it, it will be a big problem!"
Whistful complaining, Talos turned the power sword in his hand and threw Veronica behind him.
"If I don't die this time, I'm probably the only one in the Legion who has faced the Primrose directly but still survived?"
Looking at the Lord of Death who was slowly falling in front of him, Talos took a light breath, then turned off the breathing filtration system of his helmet, intending to rely solely on the small amount of oxygen stored in the armor to fight.
Chapter completed!