For Valosian, Veronica's appearance was a good opportunity given by heaven, especially when he saw through the beautiful face under the ugly monkey's face, he felt his blood begin to surge.
He wants to have her!
Hunger made his nerves feel as if they were on pins and pins.
Perception, expansion, erosion, joy, the infiniteness of this.
There is no words, no images, no possibility to explain this feeling of fullness - only living is left, letting the tides rush into the blood vessels, filling them with flames of pain, pleasure and forgetting.
Desire follows like a shadow, it keeps rising and becomes unbearable, so that his scream is a real scream he hasn't made for thousands of years, released on his cold lips and born on his bloody vocal cords.
But that doesn't matter. Every mouthful of air he inhales is fragrant, which proves his rightness, makes him even greater, and provides fuel to the furnace of hell that lights in his swollen, tight heart.
"You are mine! It must be mine!"
Valosian howled and rushed forward, and every wave of the dry blade, every hit and killing, it was integrated into the original impulse.
And he wants only that woman.
Only her!
He moved forward, his vision was a blurry color, he could feel his body operating at a limit far beyond what conventionally could tolerate, and the power of the soul on the armor was now surging in his blood vessels.
Even if the enemy does not kill him, perhaps his soul will be destroyed, but he no longer cares about this matter.
This is a reward.
The thousands of pain he experienced were rewarded at this moment.
The dry blade turned, breaking open the chest of a staggering space warrior.
Blood splattered on his face, turning the world into a hazy scarlet red, and he could smell it through his open nostrils—adrenaline-rich, nutritious, yet so dirty.
But in a blink of an eye, the fallen warrior stood up again.
Valosian laughed loudly, sounding enough to shatter the glass and dent the ground.
"Isa! Why do you help these monkeys! Why do you abandon our ethnic group!!!"
He rushed forward, grinning, controlled by the tide of emotions.
Once this power is released, great sensory stimulation may swallow everything else, and he must rely on combat to maintain his sense of reality for this time and place.
Suddenly, a power sword stabbed over, almost piercing his head and also ending his pace.
Valosian blinked hard, forcing himself to regain his self-control.
He saw the Space Marine Commander moving towards him, the sword in his hand danced like the wind, and the energy from the goddess of life was passing through the blood vessels of those people, shining like phosphorescence in the dark.
And what he prayed for was behind this damn ape.
They want to stop themselves from touching her.
How hateful!
"roll!"
Valosian roared, but Armin was still approaching.
"You should get out! No! You should die!"
Valosian smiled, and he realized vaguely that the nightmares charge forward again, colliding with the elite warriors of humanity.
The heavy armor clanged under the impact of suppressed steel, and the release of rage made the air hiss.
His enemies were waiting for him, and Valosian slashed at Armin with an almost lazy perfection.
Armin said nothing after entering the battle, praying that he was hitting the armor as he turned around and attacked, so fast and so fierce.
They handed over and two weapons slammed together.
Arming staggered back, chasing the blades dotted with clamoring. Arming swung his sword again, and his weapons swung and attacked each other again.
This time, Arming retreated.
His vision is now dotted with black veins, a feature of over-focusing concentration, because in just a few seconds they exchanged more attacks, smashing the surrounding floor and letting the air burn.
But even after reaching an incredible speed, Valosian's offensive became more and more crazy, constantly detouring, attacking, retreating, detouring again, attacking again, attacking again, so amazing.
The sword and the knife collided again, trembling with the blow, sprinkling releases of decomposing positions around.
Then in the sneak attack of Valosian's sudden claw blade stretching out on his arm, Armin's breastplate ruptured and blood poured out of the cracks of the armor.
Arming took two steps back, knelt on one knee, and felt the toxin spread in his body.
"Company Commander Armin, be careful."
Veronica's voice floated from behind, and then a ray of light shrouded on Armin. He stood up again, recovered his strength and wiped away the pain.
"Stand behind me, I will protect you with my life, Ms. Veronica."
Armin held the sword in both hands, and roared and rushed up again.
"Hey, hey, that's not fair at all."
Valosian smiled a twisted smile as the sword's shadow fell on him.
The next second, the two weapons bit each other again.
The thunder of the senses surged again, and the CEO then stepped up his strength and responded to Armin's sword skills with a violent counterattack.
"Apes, you don't deserve the blessing of the goddess!"
Valosian said harshly, forcing Armin to keep retreating.
But the growing noise around him told him that his warriors were defeated, and now the Space Marines seemed to have an immortal body, no matter how serious the injuries were, they would soon stand up again unless they were beheaded, which caused most of the Mako warriors to almost lose the courage to confront each other.
Valoxian knew that he didn't have much time to procrastinate. After all, if he was as strong as he was surrounded by dozens of monkeys, he would have only the ending of losing his hatred.
Therefore, after slashing Armin's sword with one sword, Valosian sent a fierce backhand blow to his opponent's helmet, causing Armin to shake.
Then, the consul seized the opportunity and hit Armin again, smashed his knife into the armor plate, hit Armin's right arm and cut through the ceramic.
Armin's response was a furious blow, but the opponent could dodge it. Then Valosian pulled out his dry blade and stabbed forward, hitting the communication grille of his helmet, almost shattering it in half, revealing his blood-stained face below.
Through the broken facial armor, Armin's scar that streaked across his cheek was clearly visible.
But suddenly, the scar on his face disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the wound on his arm.
Valosian's eyes twitched. Before he could speak, Arming suddenly swung a free fist and smashed his armor into the consul's exposed face.
Valosian leaned back, and then more fists fell, like a storm, hitting his neck, shoulders and throat, and knocking away the weapons in his hand.
After losing their weapons, the two were forced to fight in a primitive way, holding their hands tightly, releasing their barbaric power and fighting like wild animals.
But Armin had almost endless strength. After fighting for so long, Valosian was exhausted. No amount of medicine could continue to continue his power.
After being punched by Alming in the chest, the consul's armor completely cracked and he fell to the ground.
“This…unfair…”
Chapter completed!