"The price is probably your life."
As he said that, the man reached out and tapped the table, raising his tone for the first time, showing his serious attitude at this moment.
"Brother, stop first, take advantage of it not posing a fatal threat to you, you have seen the ending of the Second Legion with your own eyes and participated in it. I don't want to see it happening to you... In fact, you have time to slowly advance your plan. Too urgent will only lead to failure. I think you should understand this."
But the other party shook his head.
"There is...no time."
"Why?"
"I can't explain it now. Since that's the case... brother, can you help me with an insignificant little favor?"
"Please say it."
"A young man will come to your expedition, please let him survive no matter what."
"What's his name?"
"He's called—"
When sleepiness completely swept the last corner of the brain, all the sounds in Soshiyang's ears gradually faded away, and he completely fell into darkness.
On one side of the battlefield, staring at the Lord of Death. The first sound of the dragon helmet sounded, with a mockery with an exotic accent.
“You are really disgusting as always.”
As he said that, Chagatai Khan used a long knife to flick the height of Motarian's neck.
"Have the scar left to you last time healed?"
"You—this time, I will never—"
"What are you going to say so stupid? I am no longer the same as before? I am very curious. Do you think you have made progress for thousands of years? There are only two kinds of people in this world who will turn a blind eye to the lessons, madman and fool. I think you belong to the latter. I can even see the asteroid called self-pitying and self-pitying ticking on the monotonous orbit of your mind. Your soul is like a rodent in a maze, desperate to find a different way out."
Chagatai Khan chuckled and slashed slowly in the air with a knife.
"You have been like this, my sad brother, exile you again is boring for me."
"I'm going to kill you!"
Motarian roared angrily, and poisonous clouds spread from his body like thick smoke, causing the power of depletion to spread continuously, and even the earth under his feet was deserted.
"Kill me? Then I'll tell you what it means to be different from the past."
Faced with the surging wave of death, Chagatai Khan just sneered, held up the long white tiger sword in his hand with both hands, and the shining arc quickly wrapped around it.
In the blink of an eye, he had disappeared from the spot. Motarian suddenly turned around, but saw the afterimage composed of eleven lightnings pounce from all directions. The pressure and heat of force told him that this was definitely not an illusion!
He realized that the brothers who had disappeared for a long time had taken off their former disguise and completely revealed their own essence.
Motarian turned his sickle, and the disease and poisonous insects swarmed out from the gap between his armor, and then collided with the eleven lightnings.
"Oh!"
With a loud bang, the lightning pierced the decaying mist and hit Motarian hard.
"this--"
The Lord of Death had never experienced such a wild offensive. He felt as if he was in a storm of thunder and clouds. Lightning kept hitting his armor and body, forcing him to retreat in his attack. The roar under the respirator became weaker and weaker and more desperate.
More importantly, the other party is too fast, too fast, and it is just a residual light in the retina, so fast that even the nerves don’t have time to issue a warning, so fast that all witchcraft is like a cloud—
Even every knife that fell on him was too late to care about, and he could only barely protect his neck and head. What was even more terrifying was that his body could no longer keep up with the speed of the other party's chopping speed.
This is like torture, the other party slashed his body one by one, but did not die.
Motarian retreated all the way, and Khan pursued him relentlessly, and the ruthless attack continued like a storm of waves!
In the lightning and thunder, the blade flashed out in succession. The leader of the Fifth Legion resolutely cut a piece of metal and flesh flowing with pus and blood from the body of his fallen brother, and then turned the blade again faster and teared out long cracks on its limbs.
The armor shattered one after another, and the fragments fell like a mountain torrent from the crippled body. The plasma mixed with the soil and even formed a small piece of mud, which bubbling under Motarian's feet.
A kind father————
At this moment, a terrifying wail shocked Comoros.
The duel between Yufu and Kane's incarnation finally ended. When the bulky Nurgle Demon was kicked over, Doomsday's wailing swept across his unclean face with huge energy.
The great demon cut into the head with the cursed blade, smashing the skull into hundreds of pieces, and letting out a howling pain. Before he could get furiously from the pain, Kane's incarnation fist roared, hitting his face, knocking its twisted body over.
At this time, the incarnation of the Spiritual God of War was also severely damaged. A magma-like blood waterfall flowed down from the metal skin, and the huge wound seemed to tear him to pieces.
But it was still fighting, dancing the wailing of the Doomsday into a huge arc, stabbing into the huge mouth of the great demon's abdomen, making a soul-shaking battle cry, promising the arrival of destruction.
The entire Comoros were silent by this earth-shaking voice, and everyone looked at this terrible scene, and the spirits praised their god of war.
Kayla! Mantha! Kane!!
The last blow came, Doomsday's wailing with a string of shining energy, was lifted vertically from the incarnation's feet in slow motion. The tip of the sword pierced into the body of the great demon with a sound that tear apart reality, and then used all its last power to continue pushing the sword forward.
The magic sword pierced the abdomen of the screaming demon, splashing superpowers and venom all over the streets. Immediately after drawing out the sword, Kane turned into a transformation and slashed at the big demon again, slamming it on the lower part of the skull.
The demon's skull completely turned into pieces in the huge explosion, and was caught in the storm formed, emitting an ugly purple light.
After a scream, the pus poured out like a mountain torrent, and the storm seemed to be absorbed by an explosion. The rolling dark clouds instantly turned into burning flames, and finally disappeared into obscurity.
"No------"
Seeing that Yufu lost, Motarian realized that they were about to fail, so he decided to make a last move.
"Retract the flagship! Thirty seconds later, the fleet opens fire! Erase this place completely!"
After receiving the order, the plague soldiers silently implemented the Primarch's plan, and they began to withdraw from the battlefield in a planned manner. At the same time, the Perseverance also began to release a large number of storm birds and thunder eagles to respond.
At this moment, the outer space of Comoros was suddenly torn apart by purple lightning, and then a fleet of ark spirits rushed into this dark space.
The fleet is headed by a golden slug-shaped giant ship, which is also one of the few battleships of the ancient spiritual empires that are still active, and its history is even longer than that of some Ark worlds.
Chapter completed!