Facing the approaching enemy, the first death shroud silently stepped forward, wildly waving the huge scythe, and took the opponent's head straight away.
But he is too slow.
The opponent was already in front of him when he raised his hand. The red cloak swirled like clouds during the movement, and then the blade swept out and cut back almost at the same time!
The sharp blade pierced the thick Terminator armor and bit deeply into the dirty flesh underneath. In the horrified eyes of the Death Guards, it cut the Death Shroud in two like a hot knife cutting through butter!
Before the next Death Shroud even had time to react, that person had already whirled out of the way and struck hard with the blade.
Immediately, blood spattered everywhere, and the severed head of the Death Shroud slid forward, making a clanking sound when it collided with his own armor, and then fell neatly into the mud, filling the battlefield with a stream of rotten blood.
"Go away! You are no match for him, leave it to me!!"
Seeing the tragic death of his heir, Mortarion became even more violent. His eyes were wild and uncontrollable, and foamy poisonous gas continuously poured out from the bottomless abyss-like throat, and then came quickly with the blessing of his wings.
The sickle and the long knife collided together at extremely fast speeds, and the lightning erupted evaporated the green poisonous gas, wrapping both of them in thick smoke and electric light.
Missing a blow, Mortarion swung out his fist, but the opponent had already started to move.
I saw the man wearing a dragon helmet twisting one foot, holding a single sword on his back, and meeting the fist with a fist.
boom!
A loud sound like a bell exploding echoed in the sky over Comoros, but it came from the violent collision of two huge fists, making even the battlefield tremble.
After the blow, both giants staggered back, and each other's gauntlets shattered, revealing the bloody flesh inside.
"This is already the third time, right?"
Mortarion steadied his steps, glared at the opponent, and spit out the name through gritted teeth.
"Jaghatai!"
Soshyan was already unconscious and did not hear the other party's conversation clearly, but Veronica heard clearly and quickly shook Soshyan in her arms.
"Soshyan is another primarch, Chagatai Khan of the Fifth Legion!"
"Chagatai...Chagatai...how could he appear...here..."
Sky Khan, War Eagle, the Lord of the Fifth Legion, the original body who disappeared for nearly 10,000 years after the Great Rebellion, Jaghatai Khan, Soshyan did not expect that the other party would appear in front of him in such a dramatic way.
For some reason, Soshiyang felt that the pressure in his head had relaxed a little, perhaps because the gray marrow was at work, perhaps because the fatal poison was at work, but no matter what, he was becoming more and more drowsy.
As his eyelids gradually became heavy, some vague scenes and distant sounds replaced the battlefield in front of him.
Two tall figures walked on the long stairs. The avenue slowly descended from the entrance to the center of the palace. Seven secondary passages connected a large complex and magnificent structure.
Soon, they arrived at the core of the palace, a place built entirely according to regular geometric laws. The parquet floor was made up of countless groups of triangles and pentagons inscribed in each other, and continued to expand outwards into infinite sides. The ceiling was
It is an exquisite swirl-shaped furnishing.
The space here can easily accommodate thousands of warriors, but except for a few warriors guarding the shadows on the mezzanine and upper floors, the palace is almost empty.
The two of them sat under the candlelight, but they were as blurry as two shadows.
"Well, it seems that my loss was not unjust. Sanguinius said that he has only lost to three people in the chess game, our father, Malcador, and... you."
"Haha, but as luck would have it, you may not know that I played ten games with him, losing nine times and winning one, Chagatai."
After saying that, one of the chairs pointed at the table next to him, and the table automatically leaned over.
Then the desktop opened, and a black cube slowly floated out.
The other person stretched out his hand, held the cube in his hand, looked at it carefully for a while, and then put it back.
"You're doing a dangerous thing, brother."
"Do you think I've crossed a line?"
"Magnus once said to me that the emergence of boundaries will always have a place in progress, to reassure those who fear progress and change and might seek to destroy it... You touch
The force of the collision is dangerous even beyond the skills Magnus has mastered."
Upon hearing this, the man leaned back, clasped his hands together, and put his fingers to his lips.
After a long silence, he whispered:
"Of all my brothers, I only told Sanguinius and you about this, because you are all enlightened people, and Magnus is too confident and fanatical to hide the secret... Although
Now I can't explain to you the purpose of this, but I think you can guess who my other collaborator is."
"You always hold too many secrets in your heart...Fly too close to the sun and your wings will be burned out."
"So brother, what do you think the meaning of our birth is."
The person in question wiped his forehead with his palm and chuckled:
"Some brothers think that they are pure weapons, existing only to conquer and kill. Some brothers think that they are pure tools, an extension of construction and rule."
"Weapons are tools, and tools are also weapons. War, like plowing, is labor. Cutting down trees is just like cutting down people, it is massacre. The victims are almost the same. Except for a few people who die screaming in pain, the others
Aren’t they all silently closing their mouths like the tree? What about you, Chagatai from the Unfettered Land?”
The person who said this sentence leaned forward slightly. Soshiyang couldn't see his face, but he could see the other person's eyes, like a calm lake surface, and this calmness only grows as time flies and the years grow older.
will appear.
"Me? I just simply fulfill the responsibilities they gave me. If you want me to be a weapon, I will be. If you want me to be a tool, I will be. I don't want to waste energy like some brothers, trying to prove or get something, as long as they
Don't interfere with me, let me enjoy the only freedom I have, and I will have nothing to contend with."
"Haha, no wonder everyone says they can't see through you. Sometimes the more pure something is, the harder it is to understand."
"There is no way, after all, it is so easy for duty to turn into obsession, and a noble soul can also be corrupted by ambition. The desire to succeed, no matter how legitimate it is on the outside, is likely to exceed reason, and even
...Human nature, it’s better to let yourself be pure.”
"So, brother, do you believe in the mission and responsibility I shoulder?"
The two fell into silence afterwards, seeming to be looking at each other, or perhaps both closing their eyes and thinking.
I don’t know how long it took, but the lazy voice responded:
"I'm not sure, because I don't have the ability to predict the future like Sanguinius. I can only believe what I see in front of me... But what I see is that you are touching a dangerous ancient power.
Conduct a terrible experiment in the legion. Although there is that person to cover for you, I know him. When he feels that it is impossible to do, he will definitely abandon you, and the price..."