For Valosian, the appearance of Veronica was a God-given opportunity, especially when he saw through the beautiful face under the ugly monkey face, he felt that the blood in his body began to surge.
He wants to have her!
Hunger and thirst made his nerves on pins and needles.
Perception, expansion, encroachment, joy, the infinity within it.
There are no words, no images, no possibility of explaining this feeling of satiety - just living, letting the tide rush into your veins, filling them with the flames of pain, pleasure and forgetfulness.
Desire followed him like a shadow, it kept rising and became unbearable, so that his scream was a real scream that he had not uttered for thousands of years, released from the cold lips, born from the bloody vocal cords.
But it didn't matter, every breath of air he took was fragrant, proving him right, making him greater, fueling the infernal furnace that lit up in his swollen, tense heart.
"You are mine! You must be mine!"
Valosian howled and charged forward, each swing of the withering blade, each strike and killing, blended with primitive impulses.
And he wanted only that woman.
Only her!
He pushed forward, his vision was a blur of colors, and he could feel his body operating far beyond the limits that could be tolerated. The power of the soul in the armor was now surging through his veins.
Even if the enemy didn't kill him, maybe his soul would be destroyed, but he no longer cared about that.
This is a reward.
A thousand pains he had experienced were rewarded at this moment.
The blight blade turned, breaking open the chest of a staggering Space Marine.
Blood splattered across his face, turning the world a hazy crimson, and he could smell it through his flaring nostrils—adrenaline-rich, nutritious, yet so dirty.
But in an instant, the fallen warrior stood up again.
Valosian laughed loud enough to shatter glass and dent the ground.
"Isa! Why do you want to help these apes!! Why do you abandon you!!!"
He rushed forward, grinning, overcome by the tide of emotion.
Once this power is released, the tremendous sensory stimulation may engulf everything else, and he must rely on fighting to maintain his sense of reality here and now.
Suddenly, a power sword stabbed over, almost piercing his head and stopping his steps.
Valosian blinked hard and forced himself to regain control.
He saw the Space Marine commander from before advancing towards him, the sword in his hand dancing like the wind, and the energy from the goddess of life was flowing through the veins of those men, shining like phosphorescence in the darkness.
And what he prayed for was behind this damn ape.
They want to stop themselves from touching her.
How hateful!
"roll!"
Valosian shouted, but Armin was still approaching.
"It's you who should get out! No! You deserve to die!"
Valosian smiled, vaguely aware that the nightmares were once again charging forward to engage in battle, colliding with the elite warriors of humanity.
The thick armor clanged under the impact of the pressed steel, and the violent release made the air hiss.
Gu'an
His enemy was waiting for him, and with almost lazy perfection, Valosian slashed at Armin with the Exhaustion Blade.
Armin said nothing after entering the battle. The prayer seal hit the armor as he turned around to attack, so fast and so fiercely.
They exchanged blows, the two weapons slamming together.
Armin stumbled back, followed by the shouting blade, Armin swung his sword again, and the weapons swung and struck together again.
This time, Armin retreated.
His vision was now dotted with dark veins, a sign of too much concentration, as they traded more attacks in mere seconds, smashing the floor around them and setting the air on fire.
But even after reaching incredible speed, Valosian's offensive became more and more frenzied, constantly detouring, attacking, retreating, detouring again, and attacking again, so astonishing.
The swords and knives collided together again, trembling with the blows, and spraying the release of disintegrating positions around.
Then, in a sneak attack when Valosian suddenly stretched out the claw blade on his arm, Armin's breastplate cracked, and blood poured out from the cracks in the armor.
Armin took two steps back and knelt on one knee, feeling the poison spreading in his body.
"Captain Armin, be careful."
Veronica's voice floated from behind, and then a burst of light enveloped Armin. He stood up again, regaining his strength and erasing the pain.
"Stand behind me and I will protect you with my life, Ms. Veronica."
Armin held the sword in both hands and charged forward again with a low roar.
"Hey, hey, this is not fair at all."
When the shadow of the sword fell on him, Valosian showed a twisted smile.
The next second, the two weapons bite together again.
The torrent of senses surged again, and then the chief consul increased his intensity, responding to Armin's sword skills with violent counterattacks.
"Apes, you are not worthy of the goddess's blessing!"
Valosian said harshly, forcing Armin to keep retreating.
But the growing noise around him told him that his warriors were being defeated. Now those Space Marines seemed to have immortal bodies. No matter how serious the injuries were, they could stand up again quickly unless they were beheaded, which caused most of the real sons to
The warriors almost lost the courage to fight.
Valosian knew that he didn't have much time to waste. After all, if he was as powerful as he was surrounded by dozens of apes, the only outcome would be defeat.
Therefore, after deflecting Armin's sword, Valosian delivered a brutal backhand blow to his opponent's helmet, causing Armin to stagger.
Then, the Archon seized the opportunity and hit Armin again, smashing the knife into the armor plate, hitting Armin's right arm and cutting through the ceramic.
Armin's response was a furious blow, but the opponent dodged it. Then Valosian drew out the exhaustion blade and stabbed forward, hitting the helmet's communication grille, almost breaking it in half, revealing the dye underneath.
Bloody face.
Through the broken visor, a scar across Armin's cheek was clearly visible.
But suddenly, the scars on his face disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, along with the wounds on his arms.
Valosian's eyes twitched, but before he could speak, Armin swung out his free fist and smashed his gauntlet into the consul's exposed face.
Valosian raised his head and retreated, and then more fists fell, like a storm, hitting his neck, shoulders and throat, and also knocked the weapons from his hands away.
After losing their weapons, the two were forced to fight in a primitive way, clenching their hands, releasing brutal power, and wrestling like wild beasts.
However, Armin has almost endless strength. After fighting for so long, Valosian finally exhausted himself, and no amount of medicine could continue to sustain his strength.
After receiving a heavy punch from Armin in the chest, the Archon's armor completely cracked and he slipped to the ground.