The Emperor’s Angel of Death - v2 Chapter 1507 end of the crossbow

"You are?"

Mortarion glanced at Talos, then walked up and swung his scythe sharply.

Talos avoided it. All of this was in his foreshadowing. Now, in order to survive, he must use his power without any scruples, which also brought a huge burden to his skull.

Enduring the severe pain in his head and the image in his head that was out of alignment with reality, Talos jumped up, arched his arms, and stabbed Mortarion's head fiercely. Only then did he realize that the Primarch was so huge ——Even his former father didn't give him such a "big" feeling.

But then Talos was embarrassed to find that the other party didn't care about the threat of his sword at all, as if it was just a harmless flying insect, and swept it directly with the sickle - a second later.

The feint failed, Talos reluctantly put away his sword, but he was still knocked out by a huge force. When he raised his head, his consciousness had already drifted away, and there was only a daze in front of him.

In the hymn of the collision of steel, Mortarion walked up without hesitation, ready to give this small opponent a fatal blow.

Talos suddenly pulled out his pistol and fired forward violently, but he was not aiming at the Lord of Death at all, but the direction the opponent was about to avoid.

With two shots, sparks exploded on the Primarch's armor, and Mortarion made a surprised sound for the first time.

"Huh? It's weird, the aura on your body is very similar to—"

Talos didn't say a word, he swung his power sword while shooting.

After a second, the opponent will block with a sickle and bear the bullet with his shoulder. If he changes the shooting angle at this time, he may have a chance to make the opponent bleed a little—

Talos already felt the warm blood laying down from his nostrils and accumulating in his helmet, but he had no choice, even though his head was about to explode.

Just before he was about to act, he suddenly received a heavy blow on the back, followed by another blow on the back of his neck, causing the sword to slip from his hand.

Before he turned around, the fourth and fifth heavy blows continued to hit his back and helmet in a devastating manner—the opponent seemed to have deliberately restrained his strength, otherwise these two blows would have been enough to kill him.

In Veronica's exclamation, Talos staggered to the ground, lying on the ground in the **** mud. Even the foresight could not keep up with the actions of the Primarch. The gap in strength was only determined by this kind of power. The power cannot be crossed at all.

After struggling for a few moments, Talos turned over in embarrassment.

The demon primarch was looking down at him.

Although the face was crippled, it still had an unforgettable familiarity. Talos vaguely remembered that he had seen each other from a distance long, long ago.

However, it is estimated that the other party doesn't know about this unknown person at all.

Talos tried to stand up, but the Primarch pressed him back into the dirt with one foot.

"You are from the Eighth Legion, I'm not mistaken."

The primarch's muffled question made Talos grin, but more blood pooled in the helmet, nearly drowning himself.

"What, does it remind you of the scene when you were humiliated by my lord?"

Mortarion exerted a little force under his feet, and Talos felt his spine begin to crack, and he couldn't help groaning in pain.

"Don't try to provoke me, you will die painfully."

"Let him go!"

Not far away, seeing that Talos was in danger, the pale-faced Veronica hurriedly used the Heart of Avalon to wave energy, but was broken up with a fist from the Lord of Death. After continuous fighting, even if she arrived The stage of running out of oil.

Mortarion snorted lowly, kicked Talos' side waist, and kicked the opponent away from the mud.

"Arrest him, I have a lot to ask him."

Having said that, he turned around and walked towards Veronica, who was already out of breath.

Boom————

A loud noise made Mortarion stop.

When he slowly turned around, he saw the two death shrouds who had gone to grab Talos before. The mutilated corpses were scattered all over the place, and flames were burning on their corpses.

A towering figure was kneeling on one knee with a two-handed rune sword on the ground. The ancient alien armor on his body was scattered, and the helmet was shattered. It seemed that he had just experienced a fierce battle.

Then, he stretched out his hand and took off Talos' helmet, draining the accumulated blood, revealing a pale face full of blood.

"You... it's over... why do you... like to arrive at the last moment."

"Well, sorry to trouble you."

"Next time...this kind of thing...I won't get involved..."

After Talos finished speaking, he fainted as soon as he closed his eyes.

The man loosened the helmet in his hand and looked up at Mortarion. The original golden mask was full of cracks, and after this action, half of his face collapsed, revealing part of his true face under the mask.

Mortarion looked at each other and let out a long breath.

"Finally, we meet again... brother."

Soshyan stood up slowly and drew out the sword on the ground.

"No one is your brother, Mortarion, never again."

Mortarion raised his brows, and then said with a dull smile:

"You were injured, very seriously. Is it because of the battle with that star god?"

"So do you think you have a chance?"

Soshyan threw aside the tattered mask on his face and struggled to bend his arms and spread his legs in an offensive fighting stance.

"Come on then!"

The Lord of Death stretched out his hand, his breathing apparatus hissed, and the huge sickle traced a dirty trajectory in the air~www.novelbuddy.com~ A vicious evil light flickered on the edge of the sickle.

"Alright, that's it."

Mortarion laughed wildly, the scythe dancing in his hands, and then pressed down on Soshyan like a landslide.

Soshyan raised his sword to greet him, and a decisive death dance was quickly woven between the two warriors.

At the first fight, Soshyang was shocked by the terrifying power of the opponent. Every time he collided, he felt as if he was fighting a Titan, and even the Yanyang Sword in his hand could not stop wailing, and the size of the opponent was also overwhelming. sexual advantage.

This is the first time he has faced the Primarch. He never thought that the other party's body would be so amazing, two heads taller than himself. I don't know if it was caused by the demon

Fortunately, the opponent's speed is not particularly amazing. After more than ten rounds of fighting, Soshyan withdrew from the scythe's attack circle, panted and slowly circled around the opponent, looking for the weakness in Mortarion's defense.

However, the self-destruction of the Fraudster's fragment just now seemed to have caused him very serious damage. With just a little force, many wounds burst out on his body, and blood continued to seep out of his armor, dripping onto the ground along the hem.

To make matters worse, one of his heart seemed to have stopped beating, and the flow of blood slowed down, making it difficult for him to breathe.

After a few breaths, Soshyan launched a lightning attack.

He pounced, the sword whizzing through the air to the right of Mortarion's head, but the opponent dodged the fatal sword mark at an extremely unlikely time, and at this time Soshyan's front But the door is already open.