The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Looking at the face of Prince Thorns, for some reason, Bachram had a terrible thought in his heart—

He and Talos have some amazing similarities!

On the other side, Sablin turned around and handed the injured comrades back to Li Lin, and then Li Lin placed both of them in the corner, drew out the chain saw sword, and protected them behind him.

"It doesn't seem like it hurts to chop it at once."

Sablin said softly, and then unfastened his sword and pistol from his waist.

"You wasted your life, you could have abandoned these weak and run away."

The voice of the prince of thorns is like a group of venomous snakes.

"Today will be your end."

"Then you better try it."

But the prince of thorns did not move, but raised his finger at Sablin's shoulder armor.

"Who gave you this mark."

"The dead don't need to know so much."

"what!"

The Prince of Thorns laughed and rushed towards Sablin. His movements were not smooth, but he turned into an afterimage under a series of simple and rude acceleration.

He raised his paws in front of him, like a pounce of some kind of predator, and went straight to Sablin's upper body.

Sablin stepped aside and swung his sword.

With a bang, his sword was beaten crooked.

Then the two were entangled, and Sablin kept firing while flickering, while Amon Carr, Prince of Thorns, was erratic like a shadow.

"Don't you really know your blood? Look at me, look at my face, look at my eyes! You already have the answer in your heart."

The Prince of Thorns roared.

"The decadent empire has no place for you, brother!"

As early as the first encounter with Sabrin and the others, Prince of Thorns was surprised to find that this turned out to be the legacy of a group of Eighth Legion.

Although he did not go through any genetic testing to verify, the details he observed, including some of his personal feelings, clearly told him that these people have the same genes as him.

This is why he didn't kill Sablin and others immediately.

"We are the emperor's loyal guards, traitors."

"Don't lie to yourself, don't you feel it? We are born with darkness, we can't help but admit that we are murderers, just like poets can't sing without inspiration, we are born, standing next to us at midnight, snuggling Standing by us and helping us secretly, He has always been with us!"

"Why is the worst villain always the one who talks the most?"

Sublin responded with a sneer, firing four shots in a row with the weapon in his hand.

But none hits.

"How annoying and pedantic, your tongue lacks beauty, like everything tainted by the false emperor."

As he said, the prince of thorns leaped high, like an extended shadow.

Sablin struggled to move, trying his best to dodge under the opponent's claws, and it was Bachram who also rushed from the side, piercing the sword in his hand violently.

But the prince of thorns seemed to be formed by the condensation of floating vaporized material and ice.

Then, in the blink of an eye, a gleaming claw pierced towards Sablin's chest, and their pale and weird light illuminated each other's faces.

Between the sparks and flints, the exploded bomb turned into a red and orange flower, surrounded by bright ceramic shards.

The blue light buzzed, and one paw of the prince of thorns swept across the Sablin sword, and the other paw swept across Bachram's chest, flying him away.

"Ah uh—"

Bachram fell to the ground, his chest dripping with blood.

Sablin also felt the blood flow down his right cheek, but he didn't have time to pay attention to it, or even time to see Bachram, but began to turn around, keeping the blade level.

Suddenly, the other party's voice sounded from behind.

"Hurrah, Lord of the Night, do you know what this sentence means."

Instinctively, Sablin swung his sword to the right, not backwards.

After a breath, the prince of thorns let out a howl of pain, and his paw swept across Sablin's shoulder, almost cutting off his arm, but Sablin still endured the pain and continued to force his sword into the opponent's shoulder for half a meter. Deep.

"die!!"

Suddenly, Li Lin burst into the air with a loud shout, and he emerged from behind the prince of thorns, the chainsaw in his hand roared continuously.

But he had obviously forgotten what Talos had taught them earlier-when you encounter the Eighth Legion, don't attack from behind, because these traitors' vigilance behind them has become instinct.

"do not!"

It was too late for Sabrin's reminder. The Prince of Thorns sneered and sneered away from the blade, leaving a trace of black blood, and then he bent over to avoid the chopping of the chain saw, and then slammed his arm.

Opening the claws and blades instantly passed through Li Lin's abdomen, Tao Gang burst open one after another, and the dark claws pierced from behind, spraying a scarlet blood mist.

"Damn it!"

Seeing that Li Lin was in danger, Sablin immediately rushed forward, put his foot on the left leg of Prince Thorn, and then slashed his sword towards the opponent's arm.

The Prince of Thorns took a kick and staggered forward as if he was about to fall, but when Sablin took the sword, he suddenly threw Li Lin over, forcing Sablin to stop, and then he was hit hard by his teammates. superior.

When the two fell at the same time, Sablin immediately pushed Li Lin away. As soon as he was about to stand up, his claws penetrated his abdomen from top to bottom, and nailed him to the ground.

"Uh-"

Sablin tried to speak, but only made a wet gurgling sound, and then spit out a mouthful of filthy black blood.

His pistol slipped from his weak hand. He wanted to swing the sword with the other hand, but his hand only lifted a short distance, and it fell weakly.

"poor guy."

The Prince of Thorns lifted Sablin's face, his blood-stained face with a strange gentleness.

"You don't even know Midnight's defense."

Sablin looked at each other, he wanted to struggle, but when he moved a little, his abdomen was torn apart by the metal.

He probably is really dying this time.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt very cold—

Abnormally cold.

"Ok?"

The Prince of Thorns also noticed something, but as soon as he turned around, a huge fist hit his face directly.

This was an unprecedented force. He felt as if his head had just been hit by a volcano, and then a slight pain came from his right arm. Before taking a closer look, the second punch came, and the whole person flew out directly.

"call-"

Bachram stood beside Sablin, looking at the severed hand still stuck in his comrade's abdomen, a mist of mist exhaled from his helmet, and then he rushed towards the Prince of Thorns who was getting up from the ground.

"You bastard......"

The prince of Thorns, who was conscious of being humiliated, was also on fire, and started sprinting like an enraged beast.

At exactly this time, the flares burned out the last bit of fuel, and the entire outpost was instantly darkened.

Sablin barely raised his head, but saw sparks and roars bursting out of the darkness, as well as violent metal crashes.

He fumbled through his belt, took out the second flares, and lit it.

I saw Bachram’s sword penetrated Prince Thorns’ abdomen and reached the hilt, while the opponent’s claws also penetrated into his chest—

wrong!

Sabrin's eyes widened, Bahram held the sword in one hand and the other's wrist in the other. The fist of the prince of thorns was on Bachram's chest, but its claws—

"You... after all..."

Amon Carl was also dumbfounded. He saw with his own eyes his own claws melted and turned into liquid metal!

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