"I won't allow you to hurt the Legion Commander!" At the moment when Forgen was about to despair, a cowardly but brave voice echoed on the battlefield.
Forgen's eyes widened.
It was the Halfling, Hubby!
The brave Halfling had somehow broken through the shroud of death and appeared behind Mortarion.
The strength of the short Halfling was only at the peak of the legendary realm. He did not know magic, and his wrist strength was indescribably strong, but he still appeared. Hubby was trembling under Mortarion's power, but he pointed the Elven sword in his hand directly behind the Demon Origin, like a hen guarding her young in front of an eagle. He was terrified, but he was still brave and fearless!
Mordarian was furious and extremely disdainful of this. He was even more agitated than when Fulgen was mocking him. The Demon Original waved the plague scythe vigorously, and the alarms of the respirator and his voice rang out one after another. "Just you? You think a dwarf like you is qualified to challenge me? What am I? I am the leader of the 14th Legion, I am the Father's Demon Origin, I am the champion of the people! You think you can challenge me? "
"Hubby doesn't know that much!" The Elven sword in the Halfling's hand pierced Mortarion's defense circle and shattered like glass. Hubby was not surprised at all. The Halfling's voice was decisive and resolute. "Hubby only knows that the Legion Commander has brought glory to Hubby. He has always treated Hubby with sincerity. Hubby is willing to die for him, willing!"
"For that dictatorial tyrant? For his pale lies?! "Mortarion was furious. He easily waved his plague scythe and swept it gently.
The Halfling's body was cut in two in the air, and the plague scythe was once again stained with blood.
Even the Halfling's mithril soft armor could not stop Mortarion's plague scythe.
And Hubby seemed to know his end. At the last moment of his life, the Halfling turned his eyes to his beloved Legion Commander and showed a big smile.
"No! Hubby … No! " Fu Gen tried his best to stand up, but his injuries were too severe. As soon as he got up, he immediately knelt on the ground. The Emperor's son, Yuan Gen, could only watch as his scout captain died at the hands of his brother. "No … this shouldn't be … You should return to Mu Te Nation and enjoy the rest of your life …"
Large droplets of Primordial Blood fell to the ground. Fugen used Sotigo's battle spear to support himself. He suddenly felt pain in his chest, extreme pain.
"Hubby is very happy to follow Sir Legion Commander! Because the price offered by the Legion Commander is very suitable! "
"Legion Commander, you are such a good person! Those annoying Empire people use Hobbit as a tool. Only you really respect Hobbit! "
"Ha Bi is here! Ha Bi has completed the mission and stolen the Ancient Sage Slate and the secret treasures for Sir Fu Gen! How will Sir Fulgen reward Hubby? "
"Hubby's dream? I just want to finish this job and go back to Mutt to get married. The windmills, the fields and the pies there are where Harpy belongs. That's where Harpy's home is. "
Was this what Kirman felt when he was on the Emperor's Pride?
In addition to the halfling's body, the crucible was cut in two with him.
The Halfling's Crucible Bomb exploded, and the hot, ultra-warm, and strong adhesive flame caused Mortarion a little trouble. But in addition to the physical trouble, the bigger blow came from the heart. The demon's original form roared hysterically, "Why?! Why do you have people willing to die for you? Why? He was clearly your tool, but he only became a stepping stone for your ambitions! "
"You are willing to fall. This is you, Mortarion. On one hand, you surrender to the evil of the subspace, but on the other hand, you curse and hate psionicists. On the other hand, you keep saying that all loyalty is fake. On the other hand, you want love and loyalty from the bottom of your heart. On the other hand, you claim that your tenacity and will are invincible. On the other hand, under the threat of the plague and corruption, you beg for mercy from Nurgle." Fulgen's face burned with the fire of hatred. The Emperor's Son said sarcastically, "You will never understand the meaning of sacrifice and love. Never."
"I don't need to understand. I just need to know that I, Mortarion, am the democracy fighter of the Milky Way, the symbol of freedom and democracy, and the hope of hundreds of billions of humans enslaved and exploited by the Rotten Corpse God Emperor!" Mortarion continued his attack in a rage!
A blue light flashed across the sky.
At first, Fulgen and Mortarion did not care. Fulgen, who was seriously injured, wanted to stand up and fight, but he was almost out of strength. Fulgen knew that if this continued, he would be completely defeated in a few rounds.
Mortarion raised his plague war scythe again. It seemed that Fulgen's fate of defeat was inevitable.
The blue ball of light fell rapidly, and the moment Mortharian's scythe approached Fu Gen, the ball of light blocked Mortharian's plague scythe, and a pale blade blocked Mortharian's plague scythe.
"What?!" The Demon Original froze for a moment. He instinctively covered himself with his huge wings again and retreated.
The blue light beam wrapped around the visitor. Surrounded by a large amount of subspace energy, the blue flame danced around the visitor. In the cold and gloomy atmosphere, some kind of supreme existence descended. It exhaled a breath, and it turned the hot Lucia into the cold Nagaros, distant, cold, and dead.
The supreme existence appeared from the flame.
This was an existence who wore a robe of fire and a crown of soul stones. It was purple and inlaid with ancient runes. Its face was cruel and cold, masculine and feminine, and it had the beauty of both. It shared the bravery of a warrior and the wisdom of a wise man. Its figure flickered like a ghost. In one hand, it held the symbol that represented the eternal immortality of the soul, and in the other hand, it held the Sword of Ten Thousand Souls.
The supreme existence looked coldly at the Demon Original. It spat out an ancient Eldar symbol from its mouth. The divine power filled with the breath of death and cold instantly shrouded Mortarion.
The powerful pestilence and corrupting psionic energies of the original demon began to disintegrate before the supreme being. If the power of Nurgle meant a balance formed amidst endless corruption and rebirth, the power of this supreme being meant complete death and another form of transformation. It left Mortarion extremely displeased, and in an instant, he brandished his pestilence scythe and fought against the newcomer!
"That's …" Fulgen supported himself with one hand on the ground, still trying to stand up. The Emperor's Original tried to gather his power. "That seems to be …"
Two people suddenly appeared beside the Emperor's Original. They were dressed strangely, one on the left and one on the right, protecting the injured Fulgen.
One of them was a warrior clad in red armor. He had a crimson winged helmet on his head, a sky-blue cape swaying behind him. In his hand was the legendary Asuvar, the Sword of Silent Howl.
The other person looked more like a prophet than a warrior. She wore a tight runic combat suit with red top and black bottom, and a long crimson dress that trailed on the ground. She held the Sword of Everlasting Grief. Her face was ferocious and cruel, but there was also a unique wild beauty. The most unique thing about her was her hair. Both sides of her white hair were shaved clean. Only the hair on the top and the back of her head was tied into a braid that reached the sky, secured with a semicircular octagonal headdress.
"It's you!" Fu Gen finally recognized the identity of the trio. The Emperor's Son, Yuan, was very surprised. "Why are you here?"
Incarnation of the Eldar's Death God, Ainkahn!
Divine Chosen of the Eldar's Death God, Inani!
Champion of the Eldar's Death God, Thousand Face!
"Human Empire, allies, Army of the Death God. We came at the request of the reborn God of Rot. We attacked immediately, not for revenge, but to pursue a light that only appears when all other hopes are dim," the Thousand Faces of the Death God said calmly. The Grim Reaper's champion, Thousand Face, said calmly. He then joined the battle. The Death Shrouds rushed up and fought with the champion. The Death Shrouds had been through a long journey and the baptism of the subspace storm. In addition to the local suppression, they were already in a weakened state. Thousand Face immediately gained the upper hand in the battle and killed two of Mortarion's personal guards.
"Your father and brothers wanted to come and save you, but our great enemy sealed the path. Only the power of Jena can allow us to reach here through the Net Path." The Chosen of the Death God, Inani, spoke. The Eldar lady's voice was also very cold. She looked at the defeated and proud purple-gold rooster with disdain and opened her fan. "Thank your brothers."
"It's hard to imagine. Is it … Kirriman?" Fulgen covered his wound with his hand and gasped for breath. "Really … he …"
"If he didn't come to me and put down his dignity as the Empire's Regent in a world of ice and snow to beg me, we wouldn't have agreed to come here." The little civet at Inani's feet meowed. Inani softly recited a prophecy. "A Phoenix is about to fall, and another Phoenix is about to rise."
Fulgen noticed that Inani seemed a little unnatural when talking about Kirriman. She used her fan to cover her face.
Heh ~ interesting.
"At least for now, our fates are closely linked!" Inani noticed the change in Fulgen's expression and quickly raised her Crone's Sword, the Sword of Everlasting Grief, to protect Fulgen behind her and deal with the Death Shrouds that rushed up. "Apart from that, we also brought a gift. You have a special delivery, the former Demon Prince of Sin."
Forgen was about to ask again when a mournful groan came from the battlefield where Mortharian and the Grim Reaper's avatar were fighting. Inkahn was faintly discernible in the cold mass of death.
All the dead souls around were rushing towards the Death God's Avatar, becoming a part of its power. Inkahn flashed back and forth on the battlefield, a silver light, a golden light, turning into cold snowflakes dancing in the sky.
Mordarian was not in a hurry. The fiercer the Grim Reaper's attacks, the calmer he became. The Demon Original continuously neutralized the Grim Reaper's attacks. As the giant scythe danced wildly, the Grim Reaper's counterattack was extremely fierce. The Grim Reaper could only use Flash to dodge the Demon Original's attacks!
"You, a fragment incarnation of a fallen god, want to defeat me?" The Plague Scythe in Mortharian's hand and the Grim Reaper's Sword of Ten Thousand Souls clashed, and the unparalleled strength of both sides made the earth tremble.
However, in the end, Mortharian was superior in strength and patience. The tough Demon Original gradually pushed the Grim Reaper's Avatar away, and then used the long handle to hit Inkahn's chest directly. The Grim Reaper's Avatar was hit hard, and blue sparks burst out from his chest. Even glass-like things were shattered, and a lot of debris fell. He staggered back, and just as he was about to Flash, Mortharian immediately raised his other hand and slammed the Grim Reaper's head.
"Ugh!" The Grim Reaper's Avatar was hit and spun rapidly in the air like a top. Finally, when Mortharian's scythe fell, he barely managed to activate Flash and immediately fled.
Forgen covered his wound, and the Emperor's Son Original thought that the Grim Reaper's Avatar of the Astrals was weaker than he had imagined.
The Grim Reaper's Avatar instantly flashed behind Mortharian. His eyes flashed, and psionic power was activated. All the souls of the dead and subspace energy around the battlefield rushed to Inkahn.
Then, a pale blue column of flame directly attacked Mortharian from behind.
A wave of flames condensed from energy smashed into the Demon Original's back. This was the power of the Astrals' Grim Reaper, Jena!
Mortharian immediately turned around, wrapped himself with his wings again, and made a defensive gesture.
Absolute Defense Circle!
The light became more violent and intense, bombarding Mortharian's Absolute Defense Circle. The Grim Reaper's Avatar increased his strength, and Mortharian also used all his strength. Dense cracks appeared on the Absolute Defense Circle again, and the two sides began to confront each other at full strength!
Forgen wanted to join the battle, but he had no other choice but to kneel on one knee and recover as soon as possible.
In the end, Mortharian's powerful recovery ability, his tenacity, and his endless psionic power won again.
The Grim Reaper's Avatar's strength was almost exhausted, but it still couldn't break through Mortharian's Absolute Defense Circle.
But at that moment, the God of Death's incarnation suddenly screamed. He stretched out his hand into the air and shot the last of his power into the sky. A golden phoenix appeared in the sky. After receiving the energy, it swooped down rapidly and sprinkled the flames of the phoenix.
Then, the Grim Reaper's Avatar immediately flashed, dodging the plague scythe in Mortharian's hand called Silence Scythe.
The golden phoenix flew toward Forgen at high speed, and then attached itself to Forgen's golden power sword, Glory. In the endless light and flames, Glory was reforged.
"Your father, the Divine King, used a sword that you used to wear to forge this brand-new weapon. You know how to use it." The Grim Reaper's Chosen Inani waved the Sword of Everlasting Grief and fought with the Shrouds of Death.
"Father reforged the Sword of Flame." Two drops of tears fell on Forgen's chest. The Emperor's Son reached out and grasped the new weapon, the Blade of Phoenix, that was constantly burning and releasing astonishing heat in the reforged fire. "This is the weapon that Ferrus once forged for me. He said that this is his most perfect work, the Perfect Sword."
Powerful flames flowed into Forgen's body. It was a warm and severe power.
The Yang Fire Amulet lit up again, and pure flames of passion were transferred from the amulet to the blade. Saint Giles' voice sounded, "I give you all my strength, brother!"
Forgen raised the sword and placed the Blade of Phoenix on his chest. The raging flames burned in front of him. The Emperor's Son seized the opportunity and directly leaped toward Mortharian.
“！！！” Mortharian was shocked that Forgen had recovered his combat strength. He immediately gave up on continuing to tangle with the Grim Reaper's Avatar, and at the same time opened the Absolute Defense Circle again.
The Blade of Phoenix bombarded the surface of the Absolute Defense Circle. The phoenix fire and Forgen's crazy roar formed an unstoppable force.
This time, he would not fail again!
There was a loud noise, and the earth shook. Dense cracks appeared on the Absolute Defense Circle until it completely shattered like glass. The flames and bright white light on the Blade of Phoenix finally suppressed the power of the Devil's Original Body. A surge of energy emerged from the blade, and with extraordinary power, it swept away all the filth in front of it.
The Absolute Defense Circle was broken!
The psionic storm and flames on the blade instantly engulfed Mortharian's body, smashing the Plague Censer, Babarian Armor, and Nurgle's Blessed Cloth into pieces! The roaring flames penetrated the body of the Devil's Original Body, making a sizzling sound like burning oil!
"Ahhh!" Mortharian's screams were not as fast as his retreat. The Devil's Original Body almost did not hesitate to use all its remaining strength to quickly push him away, "This is not fair! You cheated! Brother! "
Forgen's attack severely injured Mortharian, but he himself was also at his limit, so he could not launch a powerful pursuit. Instead, he knelt on the ground again, "Mortharian, you bastard!"
"Enough, Mortharian, don't be stubborn!" The phantom of Saint Giles appeared on the battlefield, and he softly advised Mortharian, "Return, the Empire needs you, we also need you!"
"No!" Mortharian shook his head fiercely, "I won't listen to you, you annoying eagle child, do you want me to go back and humiliate me with your beautiful wings? In front of everyone, including Father? I'm telling you, never! I won't go back to that dictator, I'll bring freedom and democracy to the entire universe, in the name of a loving father! "
With that, Mortharian flew out for a distance, then gathered all his strength to draw a space-time rift. The Devil's Original Body signaled its children to retreat immediately, and at the same time roared at Saint Giles, "If you have the ability, come with me to Father's domain and fight fair and square. What kind of ability is it to rely on your strength to suppress and defeat me here? Saint Giles, do you have the guts? Or are you worried that you'll be defeated by me like you were defeated by Horus? If you have the guts, come here! Let's go to the Plague Star and have a good fight! "
"Stop, Mortharian, you'll be swept into the turbulence of the giant subspace storm like this!" Saint Giles shouted anxiously.
"Enough, let this bastard go, I'm really …" Forgen signaled Saint Giles to stop shouting. The Son of the Emperor's Original Body had used up all his strength today, and he felt that he was about to faint, but he could not, because he still had things to do.
Mortharian rushed head-on into the space-time rift without hesitation, and the Death Shrouds retreated collectively. Finally, Tyfons took a ray from the Lizardman Gods' engine and forced himself to escape with his Father of Genes.
With Mortharian's escape, the battlefield was a mess.
But today, above the ruins of Costantinye, everyone would witness one thing.
The rise of the Phoenix.
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