The Prince of Thorns, whose head was forcibly held up by Bahram, sounded like a broken bellows, intermittent, panting, and stared at Bahram with his only remaining eye.
"You are the so-called traitors..."
Just when Bahram was about to take action, the wall behind him suddenly burst open, and the shock wave threw him directly into the wall. Then the spurting rocks and debris fell on his power armor, making a clanging sound.
the sound of.
"What--"
Lying on the ground, Bahram, who had lost his last bit of strength, reluctantly raised his head and saw several twisted figures walking out of the fire. The leader was a guy with spider-like mutated limbs on his lower body, and beside him stood a man wearing a blue suit.
The heresy of power armor.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Karl, you have capsized in the gutter this time."
Tubek glanced at the scene inside the outpost, and then his eyes fell on the Prince of Thorns who was lying on the ground gasping for breath.
To Qianzi's laughter, Amon just responded with an angry growl.
"Carry him away."
Garmo Zejie raised his chin, and two people walked out from behind, both wearing silver power armor, and went up to carry the Prince of Thorns away.
Bahram looked at them and finally realized that they were the instigators of the disaster at Red Sand Camp.
"It's...you guys!"
"Ah, what a smart little guy."
Garmo Zejie moved his limbs and walked step by step in front of Bahram, with a cruel smile on his pale face full of cracks.
"With that kind of ability, you must be Soshyan's little baby. If I hang you on the flag, will he be very happy?"
"Heretic... bastard!"
"Hahaha, I can accept the scolding from other people in the empire, but only you!"
Garmozejie bent down, pulled off Bahram's helmet, grabbed his chin, and raised his face that still had some gray veins left.
He squinted his eyes and stared at the traces left behind by the gray marrow.
"Only you! You are not qualified to say this!"
After speaking, he let go of his hand, straightened his waist, and looked down at Bahram.
"You won't die, you will become a piece of evidence that will drive you all into the abyss!"
Then, he glanced at the other four people on the ground.
"So do they."
At this moment, Garmo Zejie's inner alarm suddenly sounded, and he instinctively jumped back, using the power of his mutated limbs to jump more than ten meters away, and propped up a psychic shield.
The next second, a blue fireball hit where he was originally, blasting away the floor tiles and stirring up a cloud of dust. Bahram, who was lying on the ground, was pushed several meters away by the air wave, and
He successfully fainted under the violent impact.
Almost at the moment when Garmo Zejie propped up his shield, a bolt of lightning struck from above, causing his shield to flicker.
"who!"
Amid Garmo Zejie's stern questioning, a figure emerged from the smoke.
The visitor was wearing a black power armor with red edges, and a large number of golden flame patterns on it. There were no marks on the shoulder armor, but there was a metal Sky Eagle emblem on the chest, but unlike most Sky Eagle emblems, this one
An eagle appears in the form of a skeleton, surrounded by flames.
The backpack on the back of the power armor is also in the shape of a skeleton, dotted with a tassel-shaped cape.
And his golden helmet is even more special. It is a canine creature with upright ears, a mouth and nose, two huge rubies in its eyes, and a weird long-handled sickle-shaped scimitar in its right hand.
.
Seeing this weird weapon, Tubek was shocked.
This weapon is called the Khepash Sickle, and was often used by the Thousand Sons during the Great Crusade. However, after the Scarlet Letter Incident, few people use this sickle-shaped scimitar that symbolizes the Legion's past years.
"Who are you!"
Tubek took a step forward and asked loudly:
"Don't hide your face!"
But the mysterious man didn't respond, he just stared at Garmo Zejie.
"Don't tell me! Then let me reveal it and take a look!"
Tubek, who was furious when the opponent ignored him, waved his hand, and a wave of lightning and flames swept towards the opponent.
When the wave approached five meters in front of him, the mysterious man snorted softly, and a substantial spiritual shield burst out, directly dispelling the energy.
"Okay! Come again!"
Tubek didn't believe in evil, so he raised his hand and saw several continuous red lightning bolts.
As a result, the opponent raised the scimitar in his hand. The lightning was like iron powder meeting a strong magnet and was directly attracted to the scimitar. Then the man twisted his wrist and the scimitar slashed in the direction of Tubek.
In the blink of an eye, those lightning bolts rolled towards Tubek in the form of an even more majestic whirlwind.
"Oops!"
Tubek quickly held up several psychic shields, but was still knocked out by the huge energy, with thick smoke rising all over his body.
Garmo Zejie looked back at the Thousand Sons Wizard, and after seeing that he could still stand up, he turned his attention back to the mysterious man.
"Your Excellency has such powerful psychic powers, but in my impression, there seems to be no one like you in the empire."
But the other party didn't reply and still stood there looking at him.
Garmo Zejie was not annoyed, but suddenly raised his right hand, and then the rune sword that originally belonged to the Prince of Thorns on the ground flew into his hand automatically, and glowed with a strange light again.
"Although Carl possesses this sword, he cannot fully use it."
The former Soul Drinker's think tank stared at the runes on the sword, and then moved suddenly, drawing a cross mark in the void.
The mysterious man also cut down his machete at the same time, and the two energies collided fiercely in mid-air, setting off a strong air current.
Garmo Zejie roared and stepped forward with his sword. As he sprinted, countless sharp spikes emerged from the ground and headed towards the wounded members of the Astral Knight.
The mysterious man then twisted the scimitar, and a few spells floated out from under the helmet. In an instant, all the wounded were wrapped in a pale golden shield, which resisted those sharp spikes.
As soon as he finished all this, the rune sword had already stabbed in front of him.
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In the blink of an eye, he appeared next to Garmo Zejie, slashing down with the scimitar in his hand.
The two weapons collided, sparks bursting out of the warp.
Unwilling to fail, Garmo Zejie swung away the opponent's weapon with his sword, then suddenly stretched out his left arm, and a black light condensed in his palm.
In an instant, claws composed of countless shadows came from all directions, trying to tear the mysterious man's body apart.
At this time, he heard a chuckle from the opponent's helmet, and then felt a burning sensation.
"Um?"
Under his suspicious gaze, a strange blue flame rose from the mysterious man's feet, contrasting with the golden flame patterns on the opponent's armor, forming some kind of magnificent and strange picture.
With the appearance of the blue flame, all the shadows disappeared, and then the mysterious man stretched out his palm and went straight to Galmo Zejie's face.
"Don't even think about it!"
Garmo Zejie shouted loudly and thrust out the rune sword at the same time.
The moment the sword tip almost touched the opponent's palm, time seemed to freeze. Galmo Zejie found that he could not make any further progress, and at the same time, the blue flames began to spread along the sword towards him.
"Good means——"
Knowing that the opponent was stronger than he expected, Galmo Zejie decisively opened his mouth and spit out a ball of pure black smoke forward. After extinguishing the flames on the sword, he immediately retreated.
"This time we admit defeat, but the matter is not over yet. We will see you later!"
Garmo Zejie quickly evacuated the outpost and disappeared into the night with those people.
The mysterious man did not chase, but turned around to look at the messy outpost and several unconscious soldiers, and then sighed softly.