The Emperor’s Angel of Death - v2 Chapter 1508 Poison of the End

"Ah."

Seizing this short opportunity, Mortarion clenched his scythe and swept out a blow on the ground, pointing directly at Soshyan's bottom plate, and matched with the forward heavy blow of the scythe handle, creating a perfect chain attack.

Realizing the danger of losing his legs, Soshyan pulled back and jumped out a backflip, landing easily on the ground.

But at this moment, the opponent's grip had already rushed over and hit Soshyang's chest hard.

"Well--"

The pain from his chest made Soshyang's clenched teeth unable to hold on any longer. He spat out a mouthful of bruised blood, and then staggered back, almost unable to maintain his balance.

But the opponent was not in a hurry to pursue.

"brother."

Mortarion weighed the scythe in his hand, turned it from his right hand to his left, turned it back, and shook his head.

"I have always been very suspicious of your death. I have been investigating the truth of the matter for so many years, but I am always disturbed by some force... I guess, you may know who is controlling everything behind the scenes?"

Soshyan's answer was silence.

"So, even if you are treated like this, you are still maintaining the rotten empire that no longer belongs to our former father? You are good, Dorn, Ruth, Chaghatai, Guilliman, Sanguinius as well, they're all so stupid and stubborn."

Soshyan responded by jumping up and charging forward at a faster speed, wielding his sword to find Mortarion's heart.

This time he squeezed out all his strength, so fast that he could barely see his sword from the surrounding Eldar.

But the Death Lord just waved his wrist almost casually, turned the blade away, and responded with the sound of steel colliding.

Between the lightning and flint, Soshyan's sword slid into Mortarion's defensive inner circle, and penetrated the opponent's throat.

Mortarion calmly locked Soshyan's sword with the side grip of the scythe, so that the opponent could no longer go any further, then suddenly released his right hand and thrust forward with his fingers, stabbing Soshyan's abdomen.

Soshyan was also forced to grab the other's hand with his left hand, and the two were in a stalemate, but Mortarion seemed to notice the golden ring on Soshyan's hand.

"interesting."

The opponent's distraction was exactly what Soshyan needed. He suddenly pulled the sword out of the opponent's lock and swiped it forward, slashing the Lord of Death's neck.

At the last moment, Mortarion tilted his head and did not let his neck be pierced.

And he also found the opportunity, stretched out a black dagger from the back of his right hand, and stabbed Soshyan's abdomen suddenly.

Soshyan staggered back, leaning on his side, black blood constantly seeping from the wound, and his eyes widened with extreme pain.

Mortarion shook his head, then touched his neck with his hand, and then looked at the pale green blood remaining in the palm of his hand.

At this time, there was already a dagger in his left hand.

"Sorry, brother, this is the order of the loving father... I don't hate you, and there is no hatred between us, but this is the reality. If the loving father will take her away, he will also take you."

Soshyan's shoulders twitched, his fingers lost their grip on the sword, and the weapon slid from between his fingers, the tip stuck in the mud, trembling.

"This is the poison concocted by the loving father. It is called Ending. It is better than the old enemy who hurt Horus. Even we can't resist it, so... don't struggle any more, it will only make you more pain."

His legs were weak, and Soshyan almost fell to his knees. He grabbed the sword stuck on the ground at the last moment, so that he did not give in completely.

"Despicable...you, who offered your loyalty to the evil god, have...what qualifications do you have to bark wildly here!"

"Despicable?...Yeah, I think I'm mean too, we've all become what we hate the most, so I've been hating it for 10,000 years! I hate my father, Hate my brother, hate the world, hate...myself."

Soshyan, who was kneeling on one knee, was unable to speak, and could only breathe heavily. His heart seemed to explode. The blood vessels near his brain were throbbing like a spring, his vision gradually became dim, and the sounds around him were slow. Go slowly.

This toxin is obviously very domineering, and even the gray marrow in his body can't function, or if there is no gray marrow, he would have fallen by now.

Suddenly, in the corner of the corner, Soshyan noticed something new appeared.

They had no image until he approached, surrounding them like fungi or cells under a microscope.

Then they slowly took shape, teeth, folds, mouthparts, poison needles, stripes, strange pigment clusters.

It eventually became a grotesque squirming thing, waving tentacles and claws with a murderous sneer.

And the largest of them all, fat as a glutton with a mattress-like belly, with a square head with antlers and a squat, unsightly look like a ragged piece of furniture stuck in tattered furniture Pads, cracks everywhere in the skin, infested with maggots and various wounds and flowing herpes.

As for the skin on its chest, the entire skin has festered, revealing the pale muscles under the skin.

The creature also had a huge hole in its ribcage, and many of the smaller creatures played with the tiny holes between the ribs and the rotten muscles, which looked like miniature versions of the big guy they parasitized.

Then, the thing turned its head to face Soshyan, its rotting mucous membranes shaking gently with every breath.

"I, Gakus, will wait for you in the garden of the loving father~www.novelbuddy.com~The Son of the Damned."

The other party's words were actually very vague, and could not even be understood at all, but Soshyan now had no strength to disperse them, and those figures gradually surrounded them.

Do not!

Anger rose from Soshyan's mind, eventually turning into the crimson-flaming sword in his hand, and he imagined himself standing up and severing their tentacles and heads with the sword.

He wants to make this a reality, so that they are trivially crushed with one hand.

Soshyan roared his fury silently into the vast sea of ​​warp, and destruction surged from his heart in waves.

Then, he stood up, swung his sword of wrath, and protected himself with sturdy determination as armor.

He would rather lose everything than fail here!

"Oh?"

Seeing Soshyan stand up again, Mortarion raised his eyebrows slightly and made a surprised voice.

"Well, brother, you're tougher than I thought, so—"

Suddenly, the Lord of Death fluttered his wings, and his body began to swell in mid-air. The shriveled worm wings became rich and colorful, green horns grew on the shoulder armor, and deadly venom flowed from the tips of the horns. The hanging incense burners burst one by one, and thick green smoke surrounded his body, like ribbons, and even the air became as deadly as concentrated sulfuric acid.

And Mortarion's pale face was now more like a shriveled skeleton, and two pale green flames were burning in the skinless eye sockets.