Chapter 133: War in the Gothic Starry Sky (15) Ten Thousand Years, Two Reflections
"The choice is yours!" roared the fallen Daemon Primarch.
No matter how many times he experienced it, this kind of betrayal from his genetic son would still make him feel ashamed.
But unlike that memory in the past, when Garro threw his last hold on the ground, the anger that emerged from his bones made Mortarion instantly break through a certain boundary and truly take over the body that came from him.
past body.
The blade was unsheathed, and this time Mortarion did not need Garro's introduction to know that its name was "Freedom".
This two-handed broadsword that once belonged to a mortal was fortunate enough to be selected by the Astartes' technical sergeants because of its super-standard shape. Under the action of the decomposition field that was later attached to the sword's spine, it was able to survive in the era of interstellar war.
Rejuvenated again.
But it still couldn't stop a Primarch, neither Mortarion nor any of his nineteen brothers.
The thick handle of the war sickle fell into his hand and was bitten by the threads on the inside of the bronze gauntlet.
The narrow but broad blade vibrated at the moment of clenching due to the tremendous strength of the giant hand, and cut through the surrounding air with a roar.
But this time, he decided not to give Jia Luo any time to perform!
boom!
The afterimage still remains in place, but the real body of Nirvana has already fallen in a vicious arc. The sword of freedom in Jialuo's hand only has time to parry upward, but Nirvana's chisel strike from the sky collides with the sword blade.
Move forward instantly!
Freedom was pushed by the huge force of Nirvana, and with the scream of the sword spine and the drag of the electromagnetic muscle bundle, it slammed hard against the chest of the power armor!
And the blade of Nirvana itself was staggered from the sword spine amidst the scraping sound of steel grinding, and then severely cut open the raised folds of the shoulder armor on both sides, and then dug into the Imperial Golden Eagle on the breastplate!
boom!
The heavy body of Captain Astartes seemed to have lost all weight. Under this exposure, he flew towards the direction from where he came. Even the stone pillars under the gable wall of the fortress were knocked down by Garro and caused a stir.
chain collapse.
But Mortarion was still not satisfied with this blow, because... he was not dead.
He's not dead.
Although this attack had been prepared for a long time, in the fallen primarch's spiritual vision, the life signal belonging to the seventh company commander was still conspicuous among the broken pillars and rubble.
That damn woman still wrapped her power around Jialuo's body as she did in the past. However, her almost deliberate fatal blow failed to end Jialuo's life simply.
"..." Typhons stood on the battleship in mid-air and wanted to say something, but in the end he chose to remain silent.
But before he could make up his mind whether he should take advantage of this opportunity to give Mortarion another face, on the battlefield around the fortress below, the Death Guards who came to watch the battle had already begun to celebrate.
"Wan Sheng!"
"Wan Sheng!"
"Wan Sheng!"
Thousands of Death Guards were still surrounding them, cheering for their commander, but little did they know that the deafening cheers fell on Mortarion's ears, which only made him more embarrassed!
The soldiers of the legion were around, and the blow he had deliberately used in the hope of killing it looked even uglier in front of everyone.
And if such a failure were to be passed on to Horus again... no, it had already been passed on!
Mortarion felt his blood vessels beating, as dark as asphalt, and the thick blood in his withered heart was pumping as energetically as if he had not thrown himself into Chaos!
An unnatural color of blood appeared on his withered face, and as if he knew how embarrassed he was at this moment, the failure of Marquez also poured out of his memory like a flood!
He failed!
Not only did he fail to capture the woman named Qi Le, but he also failed to persuade his own battle company commander, Garo.
Even on the land of Marquez, in full view of all fleet members and legionnaires, he was stabbed in the throat by Garro with a broken sword when he was dying!
"Ah! Damn it!" Mortarion roared in a low voice, his madness overflowing to the point of almost substantial anger and shame, causing obscure fluctuations in the power of the subspace.
Typhons, who was about to speak sarcastically, finally realized something was wrong and decisively chose to keep his mouth shut.
In a sense, he can indeed be said to be the person who knows Mortarion best.
And his arrogance is precisely based on this understanding of Mortarion, so he can always be alive and kicking when he steps on the boundary of the original body.
While Mortarion was struggling with whether he should take the initiative to finish Gallo, there was a burst of rubble breaking, and Nathaniel Gallo stood up again.
"Come!"
In Mortarion's cold and hostile gaze, Garro was holding his freedom and inviting him to a duel again!
"He hurt me!"
"He hurt me!"
Amid Typhons' doubts and confusion, Mortarion murmured words that only he understood, flew up with the wings behind him with unprecedented strength, and then rushed towards Garro condescendingly!
The power given to him by the God of Decay allowed him to break through the constraints of physical rules in reality.
That bronze-colored body accelerated to an incredible speed in a short dive!
The atmosphere is roaring!
Wherever Mortarion passed, he left auras of aura in the air!
The long blade of Annihilation first seemed to be light in Mortarion's hands, and he swung the dense air blade forward as if it was weightless;
After having passed that stage with the blessing of even more terrifying power, on the contrary, at the moment of approaching Jialuo, he was lifting as lightly as if he were heavy, and falling slowly, but unstoppably, as if the space had solidified!
"It's dangerous!" Calvin immediately noticed something strange about Mortarion, and even saw the gathering power of subspace from the tattered insect wings full of holes!
In this state, Mortarion gave a vigorous blow, and he didn't even know what to expect from him!
As for Jialuo, who has lost his health, he is still the 1.0 version of Living Saint Qile. Don’t expect that the “God Emperor” who has not even fully awakened himself can protect him from such a blow!
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But the power he can project has already been sent out, and it is now condensed in Gallo's hands, preparing to deliver the final blow to Mortarion!
Calvin subconsciously searched his soul, trying to find something that could build a fulcrum that could withstand his power in this distant timeline!
But neither the truth of the empire nor the blessing of Hyperion, or even the soul connection of the War Council, are applicable to the current scene!
There must be something else! There must be something!
Calvin searched anxiously until his eyes inadvertently swept across his soul again and saw the silent figure in the corner.
That was his memory as a Death Guard in another timeline. It was also, in a sense, a reflection and trace of his soul.
He has his own consciousness, even if his existence has always been an illusion after all the souls have unified;
He is also worthy of Calvin's respect, because it is also a manifestation of another side of himself.
So. "Are you going?"
He asked him, and the answer he got was as expected.
"Is it worth it?" Calvin, who received a positive answer, hesitated a little.
Because this is a one-way ticket, once he goes, it means that he and Jialuo's reflection will be completely indistinguishable from each other, and they will stay in that frozen time forever.
"It's worth it!" Calvin, who is also a son of Terra and a Twilight Raider, nodded, proving to himself with their tenacity and silence.
"Okay!" Now that the matter was over, Calvin no longer hesitated.
He detached his will from his soul and contacted Jialuo.
This is the second problem, because in the original plan, Calvin was only intended to be a spectator watching from the sidelines.
And when the situation develops and requires his deep involvement, the first thing he needs to obtain is the consent of the owner here!