The Thunderhawk flew low across the battlements, its propellers roaring and circling, and the shimmering heat turned the air as turbid as water.
Originally, these places should be heavily guarded. Any aircraft arriving at such a height would be mercilessly greeted by various anti-aircraft guns and missiles.
But now, the huge prison is like a huge, gloomy cemetery. There is no light or movement. Only the black stones and stone walls wet by rain reflect the flames of the thunder eagle's wake.
Immediately afterwards, the hatch of the Thunder Eagle slowly opened, and three giants appeared behind the hatch.
Steam rose from their armor and all traces of rain evaporated.
"Saul, go and solve that big problem with him. I'll go down to find someone first, and I'll find you later."
Savita glanced at Soshyan through the scarlet eyepiece, and the air flow rolled up the alien-shaped leather cloak on his body, like a bat's wings spread out in the dark night.
"You go to the prophet."
Soshyan said nothing, just nodded.
Then Sevita took a long pole object wrapped in oilcloth from Sol's hand. The object felt very familiar to Soshyan. Just as he was about to ask, Sevita had already jumped down and disappeared into the rain.
Then Sol patted Soshyan on the shoulder, indicating that he would ask any questions later.
"...What are you doing?"
The Thunderhawk continued to glide in the rainy night, but below, a bloody battle had broken out.
Talos was the first to catch up with the Phoenix Lord, who immediately let out his first paralyzing scream.
He raised his sword, intending to split the opponent with both hands.
At the last second before the sword fell, her spear turned around to block perfectly, but Talos suddenly changed her move and kicked the opponent's mask violently.
The Phoenix Lord jerked her head back to avoid the blow, but the toe of Talos's shoe still scraped her helmet, cracking the visor and stopping the howling.
Then, Jaen Zar, whose waist was bent at an angle of almost 90°, jumped up from the ground in an elegant gesture.
Talos fell heavily to the ground, but he couldn't help grinning when he saw that her death mask was separated from the middle by a cruel fault line.
"You have no idea how satisfying that is."
The Eldar stared at him and responded in broken Gothic - the sound shield on her helmet was broken, causing her speech to change.
"Soul Hunter."
Talos jumped up and faced his opponent's blades, their weapons clashing with each other.
"I'm tired of this name."
During the fight, he hit her with the hilt of his sword and broke the mask for the second time. For some reason, the Phoenix Lord didn't dodge this time, as if he was deliberately trying to eat Talos.
Talos saw alien eyes through the cracks, those strange, squinting, cold eyes.
Suddenly, Sirion and Lucofus also rushed towards her from both sides. The Phoenix Lord used a three-edged boomerang in one hand to deflect the former's chainsword, and then flipped over when he jumped out of the warrior's triangle.
At that time, the latter's lightning claw missed the opportunity.
She suddenly staggered when she landed, which was the first sign of inelegantness in the Phoenix Lord's movements.
So someone immediately tried to seize this opportunity.
"kill!!!"
Lukovus was not a member of the First Claw, and he lacked the unity of will so evident in the other two brothers, but he was no less brutal and ferocious.
He aimed at her heart and rushed towards her, but he didn't notice the other party's sneer.
Lukovus hit his target, but it was only an illusion.
From the moment she landed, Jaen Zar set up a trap, and her unbalanced movements were just to deceive the eyes of the Eighth Legion soldiers.
The next second, the phantom shattered, and the black spear penetrated into the raptor's chest, shattering his breastplate and knocking him to the ground.
Just as the Phoenix Lord stabbed the raptor in the belly with his spear, Sirion rushed forward.
She took her time and threw a three-bladed boomerang with her free hand.
Sirion's enhanced reflexes have been honed over centuries of combat and years of training. Over the course of his life, he has blocked solid warheads and dodged laser fire without being affected by heat. His reflexes
Ability is like an army
Like all Astartes warriors in the regiment, they are far beyond the scope of human capabilities and border on the supernatural.
Therefore, before the blade left the Phoenix Lord's fingers, he had already made a dodge action.
But it's still not enough, not even close.
In almost half a breath, the rotating blades pierced his chest, making a crunching noise as they bit into the power armor.
There was a squeaking sound, and then black flames spurted out and penetrated his armor.
After that, the dart returned to the Phoenix Lord's hand and was thrown again.
As it flashed through the air, Talos slashed it in half with a swing of his power sword.
The Phoenix Lord tried to pull her spear out of Lukovus' belly, but the raptor grabbed the spear with its metal claws
handle, jamming it into the body and the stone below.
The prophet rushed forward in a heartbeat.
The Phoenix Lord avoided Talos's three sword swings with all his strength, jumping to avoid each heavy slash.
Despite being faster than the human eye could see, Talos could not catch up with her.
And because he used too much force, he almost lost his balance and staggered for a while before recovering.
Then, with his bare hands, Jarn Zal suddenly came closer, slammed his fingers on the soft plate armor at Talos's throat, and then crunched the chains on his body and hit him on the temple - the pain was enough to kill a man.
people.
Talos felt dizzy. He staggered back and raised his sword in defense, struggling to catch his breath.
The next second, his head was hit to the right by a blow he had never experienced before.
The sword flew out of his hand, and was kicked again by a blood-stained combat boot, followed by another kick on the Broken Eagle on his chest, throwing him backwards.
Talos almost fainted. Although his muscles were filled with adrenaline, it had no effect.
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"Serion——"
Talos wanted to call his brother, but a heavy object hit his head and interrupted his words.
The pain formed a spider web on his temples like white heat, and his vision shrank by half.
Before he had time to figure out whether one of his eyes was blind, the golden sword smashed back again, and it quickly slipped into his chest and stole all the breath, all the energy, and all the thoughts.
.
"She wanted to kill me with my own sword."
Realizing the absurdity of this approach, Talos laughed, and blood spattered on his shattered helmet.
When she drew the sword, he thought she would throw it aside.
But on the contrary, she dropped it on her knees and broke it.
The pain in his chest finally surrounded Talos's spine, and he fell, with almost no possibility of standing up again.
"Just like what the prophecy said, this is how the soul hunter should fall."
The Phoenix Lord pulled off his helmet and stared down with his milky gray slanted eyes.
In a sense, if she were not so damned and inhuman, she would indeed be a beautiful female.
One of her ears twitched in the rain, as if she was sensing a sound that only she could hear.
"Ha, really."
Gritting his teeth, the prophet stood up again, took off his helmet, and felt the heavy rain hitting his face.
The illusion finally became reality, very close, but not quite perfect.
He laughed and took a step closer to her. Despite the sharp pain in his chest, he bent down to pick up the broken sword.
"In my dream."
Talos gasped:
"You're still wearing a helmet."
She nodded, with a solemn and serious expression.
“In the dream of the prophet Uthwe, they also saw the same thing…
Destiny is fluid, soul hunters, some visions are not allowed to pass, the Eighth Legion will no longer have prophets, it is better for you to die here than anything else."
He put his hand on his broken chest and felt that at least one heart was beating and hurting.
Although he was breathing rapidly, his extra organs had regained their vitality and supported him through his final death.
The Phoenix Lord stepped forward, and when passing by Lukovus on the ground, she pulled out her spear from his chest. The raptor could do nothing but twitch.
As she stood before him, holding a black spear in her hand, prophecy and reality merged.
At this moment, this feeling and this scene are the same.
The prophet and the female assassin stood on the city wall, holding murder weapons in their hands.
The heavy rain was pouring all around, merging into a sad flood that was turbid enough to blur the vision. When the rain jumped out of the gargoyle's evil mouth, it even screamed at the stone, and then poured out along the side of the castle.
The only voices heard in the rain came from those two figures——
One stands as a human warrior, wearing tattered armor that crackles with static electricity, while the other is an incarnation of a dead god, her ancient armor weathered by eternal scars.
"This is the burial place of your legion, isn't it?"
Her voice was modulated by the speaker in her throat, and a strange hissing sound came from the death mask on her shoulders, and then was blended into the cold rain of blood.
"O Prophet, please tell me your vision, and I will remember it as best I can."
The prophet did not answer. He vomited acid blood on the dark stone slab and gasped in pain.
The sword in his hand was a broken sword, half of the blade was destroyed, and he didn't know where his gun was.
When he felt a sense of relief, another grin passed over his torn lips - he had always been addicted to the sweetness of death. Isn't it a sin to lose the legion's sacred relics?
"Talos."
Phoenix Lord was laughing while talking, he could vaguely hear it in her voice.
"Don't be shy, humans, all mortals are mortal."
The prophet knelt on one knee, blood seeping from the cracks in his armor.
He tried to speak, but his cracked lips could only groan in pain. The only thing he could smell was the stink of his own wounds and flesh and blood sticking to the metal.
The opponent came closer, and she even dared to put her spear on the wounded warrior's shoulder armor.
"Prophet, what I said is completely true. There is no need to be ashamed of it at this moment. You have done a good job to get to this point."
Talos vomited blood again and struggled to say two words.
"Bitch."
The Phoenix Lord looked down at him. Her red and black hair had been messed up by the rain, and her death mask was stuck to it. She looked like a drowning woman screaming silently as she was being brutally drowned.
"I can't listen to the many mean things you say to me."
She said with some mockery.
"You are talking about the First Claw, right? They are your brothers? When you call the dead, do you still expect them to extend a helping hand to you?"
Talos shook his body, and then the blade fell from his hand. It was too heavy and he could no longer hold it.
He watched it lying on the black stone, bathed in the pouring rain, shining as golden as the day he took it.
Talos slowly raised his head and faced the alien executioner in front of him.
The rain brought down the blood on his face, licked his lips, and stung his eyes. He didn't need to wonder if she was still smiling, but he could already see it on her face.
Is that sympathy?
"Hahahahaha————"
Kneeling on the battlement, the Night Lord suddenly started laughing crazily,
Neither his laughter nor the storm above his head was loud enough to swallow the sound of the burning propeller.
A double-winged metal beast with a dark blue shell swooped down from the dark night sky and roared into view.
Phoenix Lord also heard it, but she didn't look back.
Talos was still smiling when the Thunderhawk was circling in the heat mist. The dim lights in its cockpit reflected the two figures inside - he didn't even have to guess who they could be.
And when its hatch slowly opened, a majestic figure appeared in the flashing warning red lights.
The heavy rain obscured the outline of the figure, and only the dazzling golden double-headed eagle shone brightly in the light, as if it had life and was about to flutter its wings.
Talos laughed and closed his eyes. The soaring gray eagle appeared in his mind, but this time there was no headache or drowsiness.
"I saw this."
When he opened his eyes, he stared sarcastically at the shocked Phoenix Lord.