"Oh."
Seizing this short opportunity, Motarian grabbed the sickle and swept it on the ground, pointed directly at Soshiyan's lower plate, and cooperated with the forward stent of the sickle to launch a chain attack perfectly.
Realizing that there was danger of losing both legs, Soshiyang retracted and jumped backwards out of a backflip and landed easily on the ground.
But at this moment, the opponent's grip had rushed over and hit Soshiyang's chest hard.
"Um--"
The pain from his chest made Soshiyang's clenched teeth unable to hold on anymore. He sprayed a mouthful of blood, and then staggered and retreated, almost unable to maintain his balance.
But the other party was not in a hurry to pursue.
"brother."
Motarian weighed the sickle in his hand, turned it from his right hand to his left, then turned it back, and shook his head.
"I have always been very suspicious of your death. I have been investigating the truth of the matter for so many years, but I have always been disturbed by some force... I guess, you may know who is controlling everything behind the scenes?"
Soshiyan's answer is silence.
"So, even if you are treated like this, you are still maintaining the corrupt empire that no longer belongs to our former fathers? You, Dorn, Ruth, Chagatai, Kiliman, or San Gilles, are all so foolish and stubborn."
Soshiyan's response was to jump up and rush forward at a faster speed, wielding his sword to find Motarian's heart.
This time he squeezed out all his strength, and the speed was incredibly fast, and the surrounding spiritual races could hardly see his sword.
But the Lord of Death only waved his wrist almost carelessly, then turned the blade away and responded with the sound of the collision of steel.
In the flash, Soshiyang's sword slid into Motarian's inner circle of defense and penetrated into the opponent's throat.
Motarian calmly locked Soshiyang's sword with the side grip of the sickle, making the opponent unable to move in any more. Then he suddenly let go of his right hand and stabbed forward with his fingers, stabbing Soshiyang's abdomen.
Soshiyang was also forced to grab the other party's hand with his left hand, and the two of them were in a stalemate, but Motarian seemed to have noticed the golden ring on Soshiyang's hand.
"interesting."
The distraction of the opponent was exactly what Soshiyang needed. He suddenly pulled the sword out of the opponent's lock, swung forward and crossed the neck of the Lord of Death.
At the last moment, Motarian tilted his head without letting his neck be pierced.
He also found the right opportunity and stretched out a black dagger on the back of his right hand, and suddenly stung Soshiyang's abdomen.
Soshiyang staggered back and leaned against his body, black blood constantly oozing out of the wound, his eyes widened with extreme pain.
Motarian shook his head, then touched his neck with his hand, then looked at the light green blood remaining on the palm of his hand.
At this time, there was a dagger on his left hand.
"Sorry, brother, this is the command of the kind father... I don't hate you, and there is no hatred between us, but this is the reality. The kind father wants to take her away and you will also take her away."
Soshiyang's shoulders twitched, his fingers lost their grasp of the sword, and the weapon then slid down from his fingers, and the tip was inserted into the mud, trembling.
"This is a poison prepared by the father of Ci, called End, which is better than the enemy blade that hurts Horus at the time. Even we cannot resist, so... don't struggle anymore, it will only make you more painful."
The legs became weak, and Soshiyang almost fell to the ground. He grabbed the sword stuck on the ground at the last moment, so that he did not completely surrender.
"The despicable..., you who offer your foolish loyalty to the evil gods, have... what qualifications do you have to bark here!"
"Is it despicable... Yes, I also feel that I am despicable. We have all become what we hate the most, so I have been hating it for ten thousand years! I hate my father, my brother, this world, and... myself."
Soshiyang, who was kneeling on one knee, could no longer speak, so he could only breathe violently, his heart seemed to explode, the blood vessels near his brain kept twitching like springs, his vision gradually became dim, and the sounds around him slowly faded away.
This toxin is obviously very domineering, and even the grey in his body cannot play a role. Or if there is no grey, he will have fallen down at this time.
Suddenly, in the corner of Yu Guang, Soshiyang noticed something new appeared.
They had no image before he approached, surrounding them like fungi or cells under a microscope.
Then they gradually developed shapes, teeth, folds, mouthparts, poisonous needles, stripes, and strange pigment clusters.
It eventually became a weird squirming thing, waving its tentacles and claws, and a murderous sneer.
The largest of them is as fat as a binge-eating man with a belly that can be used as a mattress. His square head with antlers is short and fat, as ugly as a ragged mattress trapped in broken furniture. Cracks can be seen everywhere on his skin, invaded by maggots, various wounds and flowing herpes.
As for the skin on its chest, the skin had completely ulcerated, revealing the white muscles under the skin.
There was also a huge hole in the thorax of the creature, many of which were playing and frolicking in the small holes between the ribs and the deteriorated muscles, and they looked like a reduced version of the big guy who was parasitic.
Then, the thing turned his head directly to Soshiyang, and the rotten mucous membrane on its body shook gently with each breath.
"I, Gakus, will wait for your arrival in the garden of the Father, Son of the Curse."
What the other party said was actually vague and could not even understand at all, but Soshiyan no longer had the strength to disperse them, and those bodies gradually surrounded them.
No!
Anger rose from Soshiyan's thoughts and eventually turned into the sword in his hand with a crimson flame. He imagined himself standing up and cutting off their tentacles and heads with his sword.
He wanted to make this happen and let them be crushed by him insignificantly with one hand.
Soshiyang roared silently at the vast sea of ​​subspace, and destruction surged from his heart in waves.
Then he stood up, waved his sword of anger, and used his strong determination to turn into armor to protect himself.
He would rather lose everything than fail here!
"oh?"
Seeing Soshiyan stand up again, Motarian raised his eyebrows slightly and made a surprised voice.
"Okay, brother, you're more tenacious than I thought, then-"
Suddenly, the Lord of Death flapped his wings and his body began to expand in the air. The originally shriveled insect wings became plump and colorful. Green horns grew on the shoulder armor, and fatal venom flowed out from the tips. At the same time, the incense burner hanging on his body exploded one by one, and thick green smoke surrounded his body, like streamers, and even the air became as fatal as concentrated sulfuric acid.
Chapter completed!