"Who are you?"
Motarian glanced at Talos, then walked up and waved his sickle.
Talos avoided it, all this was long in his foresight. Now, in order to survive, he must use his power without any scruples, which also put a huge burden on his skull.
After enduring the severe pain in his head and the scene of dislocation from reality in his head, Talos jumped up, arched his arm, and stabbed Motarian's head hard. It was not until then that he realized that the Primrose was so huge-even his former father did not give him such a "giant" feeling.
But then Talos was embarrassed to find that the other party didn't care what threat the sword was. It seemed like it was just a harmless flying insect and swept it with a sickle - one second later.
The feint attack failed, Talos barely put away his sword, but was still beaten away by a huge force. When he raised his head, his consciousness had already wandered out, and there was only a daze in front of him.
In the hymn of the collision of steel, Motarian walked up unhurriedly, ready to give this tiny opponent a fatal blow.
Talos suddenly pulled out his pistol and fired violently, but he was aiming at the Lord of Death at all, but the direction the other party was about to avoid.
With two bangs and sparks exploded on the Primarch's armor, Motarian made a surprise sound for the first time.
"Huh? It's weird, the breath on you is very similar-"
Talos said nothing, shooting while swinging the power sword.
The opponent will block with a sickle in one second and bear the bullets with his shoulders. If the shooting angle is changed at this time, he may have the chance to make the opponent bleeding—
Talos already felt the warm blood lying down from his nostrils, piled up in his helmet, but he had no choice, even though his head was about to explode.
Just before he was about to take action, he suddenly received a heavy blow on his back, followed by another heavy blow on the back of his neck, causing the sword to slide down from his hand.
Before he turned around, the fourth and fifth heavy blows continued to hit his back and helmet with a destructive force - the other party seemed to have deliberately restrained his strength, otherwise these two strokes would have taken his life.
Amid Veronica's scream, Talos fell staggeringly on the ground, lying in the bloody mud, even if he had preview, he could no longer keep up with the Primarch's actions. This gap of strength could not be crossed by this power alone.
After struggling for a few times, Talos turned over in a mess.
The Demon Primros was looking down at him.
Although that face was incomplete, it still had a familiarity that made people miss it. Talos vaguely remembered that he had seen the other person from afar a long time ago.
But probably the other party didn't know him as an unknown person.
Talos wanted to stand up, but the Primrose pressed him back into the soil with one foot.
"You are from the Eighth Legion, I'm right."
The Primarch's low inquiry made Talos grin, but more blood was piled up in his helmet, almost drowning himself.
"What, do you remember the scene when you were humiliated by my Lord?"
Motarian exerted a little force, and Talos felt his spine start to crack, and he couldn't help but let out a low hum of pain.
"Don't try to anger me, that way you'll die in pain."
"Let him go!"
Not far away, Veronica, who saw Talos's life in danger, looked pale and swung a thread of energy with Avalon's heart, but was dispersed by the Lord of Death. After continuous combat, even though she reached the stage of exhaustion.
Motarian hummed lowly and kicked Talos' side waist, kicking the opponent away from the soil.
"Catch him up, I have a lot to ask him."
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards Veronica, who was already out of breath.
boom----
A loud bang made Motarian stop.
When he slowly turned around, he saw the two death shrouds who had been to capture Talos before. At this time, the incomplete corpses were scattered all over the ground, and flames were burning on their corpses.
A towering figure was kneeling on the ground with a big sword with two hands, and his alien ancient armor was shattered and his helmet was shattered, as if he had just experienced a fierce battle.
Then, he reached out and took off Talos' helmet, expelled the accumulated blood, revealing his pale face full of blood.
"You... are done... why do you... like the last moments come."
"Yeah, sorry, please trouble you."
"Next time...I won't get involved in this kind of thing..."
After Talos finished speaking, he fainted as soon as he closed his eyes.
The man let go of the helmet in his hand, raised his head and looked at Motarian. The original golden mask was covered with cracks. After this action, it collapsed half of its face, revealing part of its true appearance under the mask.
Motarian looked at the other person and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Finally, we met again...brother."
Soshiyang slowly stood up and pulled out the sword from the ground.
"No one is your brother, Motarian, never again."
Motarian raised his eyebrows, then smiled dullly:
"You are injured, it's very serious. Is it because you are fighting with that star god?"
"So you think you have a chance, right?"
Soshiyang threw the broken mask on his face aside, struggled to flex his arms, spread his legs apart, forming an offensive fighting posture
"Then come!"
The Lord of Death reached out hissing, the respirator made a hissing sound, the huge sickle drew a dirty track in the air, and the vicious evil light flashed on the edge of the sickle.
"Okay, that's it."
Motarian smiled wildly, and the sickle danced in his hands, and then pressed towards Soshiyang like a landslide.
Soshi raised his sword to greet him, and a decisive dance of death was quickly weaved between the two soldiers.
In the first day of the New Year, Soshiyang was shocked by the opponent's terrible power. Every time he collided, he felt like he was fighting a Titan. Even the Yanyang Sword in his hand couldn't help but wail, and the opponent's body size also had an overwhelming advantage.
This was his first time facing the Primrose. He never thought that the other party's body size would be so amazing, two heads taller than himself. I don't know if it was caused by the ascension of demons.
Fortunately, the opponent's speed was not particularly amazing. After more than ten rounds of battle, Soshiyang withdrew from the sickle's attack circle, gasped and slowly turned around the opponent, looking for weaknesses in Motarian's defense.
However, the self-destruction of the fraudster fragment just now seemed to have caused very serious damage to him. With a little force, many wounds broke out on his body, and blood kept oozing out of his armor and dripping along the hem to the ground.
What's worse is that one of his heart seemed to stop beating, and the blood flow slowed down, which made him breathing a little difficult.
After a few breaths, Soshiyang launched a lightning attack.
Chapter completed!