Caught off guard, the huge energy shock caused Ahriman to retreat for more than ten meters in a row, and his armor was scorched black. But Khayon's words seemed to really anger him, and the single eye on his forehead lit up.
"You disappoint me, Kayon."
The majestic energy came with the words of hatred. Khayon tried his best to hold up the shields, but the dual physical and mental pressure still pressed on him like a mountain.
After holding on for more than ten seconds, blood mist sprayed into the air as Khayon staggered back.
Black blood flowed out of the wounds on his body again, and the control of the other scarlet letters disappeared, allowing them to gather and fire at him.
The impact of the bomb pushed him back, leaving him covered in flames, blood, and smoke.
"Sorry, Kayon, I can only kill you."
At that moment, Ahriman's eyes no longer burned with fire. They did not look like crystal, but had a deeper blue, like the dusk sky.
Those are his own eyes.
"I died young."
Ahriman nodded slowly.
"Well said, these are last words that can be remembered."
Suddenly, a harsh roar suddenly exploded in Ahriman's ears. He turned around subconsciously and saw a dazzling lightning flashing in the darkness.
Even though time had slowed down several times in front of the Thousand Sons Chief, he could only see that it was a blade of light.
The time left for him to react was almost milliseconds, and Ahriman decisively used a ring on his hand.
The sword light diffused, but only cut off an illusion.
Before Ahriman could take a breath, the opponent's second sword had already followed the trace of his teleportation, so he could only use one more path.
Boom——
There was a crisp sound, and Khayon took a closer look. A white hoverbike came out from behind Ahriman, and riding on it was a warrior wearing a horse-shaped helmet and hair on his shoulders.
The man held a dragon-head scimitar in his hand and had already struck at Ahriman's head, but a black hole blocked the blade and swallowed it up.
Another hole appeared on the left side of the knight. The blade came out of it and was blocked by the small shield raised by the knight.
"The Deflection Shield, the Ring of Deception... Ahriman, you are really a damn thief."
Kayan knew all these things. They were all treasures learned by the Thousand Sons in the past. Unexpectedly, Ahriman got them all.
Without a single hit, the warrior wearing a war horse helmet did not hesitate. His mount roared suddenly and then rushed to Kayon's side like an arrow from a string.
"Walk."
He only said one word, and Kayan straddled the back seat of the motorcycle.
Ahriman's magic had already caught up with the motorcycle.
The man turned around and slashed the lightning and storm apart with a knife. He then increased the accelerator and the motorcycle suddenly sped forward.
Then he swung the sword a second time, and a dark crack appeared in front of the motorcycle. The two of them plunged into it and disappeared into the space. The scarlet letters summoned by Khayon also disappeared one after another after their master left.
"these people......."
Looking at the direction in which the two disappeared, Ahriman lowered his head and glanced at his right hand. The bright green ring on his middle finger now had a crack visible to the naked eye.
"I'm afraid it's going to be another troubled time."
After that, he disappeared from the same place.
"Um--"
Khayon's actions were seen by Talos, and the answer seemed to be easy to guess. Although he knew that the Thousand Sons chief was very strong, he didn't expect that even Khayon would be defeated.
"He was summoned here by Abaddon?"
"I guess not."
Kayon shook his head.
"He came looking for the Hellfire Stone."
"He's looking for this thing too?"
Talos blinked.
"So you know where that thing is?"
"I know, it's in his hands."
Kayon said, raising his chin towards Soshyan on the ground, which made Talos confused.
"What?"
Then Khayon informed Talos about Rozim and others.
"Ah? That cook?"
This made Talos a little confused.
"How did he get involved?"
"I'm afraid only the Golden Throne knows this, but no matter what, the Hellfire Stone will eventually get to him."
"Then I will arrange for people to find them now."
"No need to look for it. I looked for it before coming here. They have already returned to orbit with a homemade aircraft."
"Hey, this cook has a lot of tricks up his sleeve."
"Okay, don't say so much. Just take Soshiyang away first. He has used that power too many times in a short period of time and has exceeded his body's load."
"And you?"
"I have other things to do."
Soshyan, who was in a coma, once again entered a strange dream, but the dream was filled with fire and smoke, and it was a dream that echoed Veronica's voice, although he could not see her through the firelight.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a room surrounded by white walls, and the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant and blood.
Soshyan sat up, although it made him feel a little uncomfortable. Every breath he took felt like it was on fire. His eyes were heavy and his thinking was slow.
It took him a moment to realize that something was pressing against his palm.
Veronica fell asleep on the bed, her long hair spread out on the white sheets, still pressed against his palm.
And he was staying in a medical room, which also reminded him of the reason why he became like this.
"Damn..."
Then he expressed his feelings in a hoarse voice.
"you're awake?"
Before he made any move, Veronica raised her head, revealing a somewhat haggard face.
"Where's Abaddon?"
"You're still thinking about Abaddon after all this?"
"This is a critical war."
With that said, Soshyan turned around and prepared to get off the bed, but Veronica's next words made him freeze.
"He has run away."
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Three standard days ago, at the edge of the Pandora galaxy, the main fleet of the Black Legion finally arrived, and Legion Fleet Commander Iongra Speer convened a war council.
The fleet now lives in an asteroid field, a rusty mass on the surface of the void that can jam most sensors and prevent the Empire from detecting them in advance.
But the situation is actually not as optimistic as Iongra Speer thought. The previous assault on the Death Star has left every original battleship with scars from the battle. The crew crawled all over the surface of the battleship, cruelly
Working endless shifts just to ensure that the shield generator continues to operate and the macrocannon array is online, but without the help of the shipyards under the Adeptus Mechanicus, they cannot completely complete these tasks, and the nearest shipyard is far away beyond imagination.
The support fleet of the Black Legion also came from afar, and the long journey through subspace still caused them a lot of trouble. Each servant was like a whipped cow, until the madness of imprisonment traveled through all decks like a virus.
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In this environment, Eingra Speer made his own decision.
"The situation is now very clear. There is no point in delaying it any longer. The top priority is to get the Warmaster out of the planet immediately. This is also his order."