The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"How can this—"

The thorny prince spit out a few vague words from his clenched teeth. Accompanying the words were jet-black blood, which infected the original white teeth.

His original handsome face was turned into an undulating hill because of two heavy hammers, and he was no longer as calm as before.

"Traitor, did you feel pain before embracing death?"

Bachram stared at the opponent, trying hard to cut the opponent open with the sword, but found that the sword seemed to be caught by the opponent's body-this sounded strange.

And the force field generator cannot be activated.

"Pain? No, you never know what pain is—"

Amon Carl gasped in resentment, and then suddenly pushed the palm of his hand on Bachram's breast wall forward.

In an instant, as Bachram retreated, the power sword was directly pulled out of the prince of thorns, and the sprayed blood flew more than ten meters, and even splashed on the roof.

Amon staggered back, clutching the huge wound on his body, as if he was about to fall to the ground immediately.

But he finally stood firm, and then glanced at his broken arm, with a grinning smile on his face.

"very good-"

As he spoke, he saw blood spurting out of the congealed fracture of his arm, but in that blood, a slender and elegant rune sword emerged from the blood mist.

The blade emits a faint heterochromatic fluorescence, a strange luster that Bachram has never seen before, but it does not penetrate the darkness, but makes it deeper.

Along with the rune sword, there are new arms and palms that have regrown.

The Prince of Thorns held the sword, felt the throbbing from within, and took a deep breath.

The blood mist enveloping the rune sword quickly flows back into the prince of thorns with breathing. After a few breaths, the huge wound is repaired. Only the breach in the power armor proves that it has been hit through here just now.

Bachram also tried to interrupt the opponent, he rushed forward again, but the opponent turned into a thick mist and dissipated.

When Amon Carr appeared again, he was already standing on the high platform.

"Ba' Gul, good job."

The newly recovered Prince of Thorns smiled and gently stroked the sword, feeling the anger and curse coming from within. The curved sword with Nostramovan imprint flickered under the flickering light.

This demon had dominated the behavior of Prince Thorns for a long time after he became a legionnaire. It not only almost controlled him, but also almost controlled the entire war gang.

After Amon inserted the rune sword into his mentor, who was also the demon, he finally realized that he had made a mistake—

The Son of Midnight is never enslaved by others, whether it is an empire or chaos.

Now, it is bound in this rune sword, using its ability to absorb the vitality of others to serve the prince of thorns.

"So now..."

The Prince of Thorns raised his eyes and looked at the alert Bahram, revealing his steel fangs.

"You deserve to die."

After speaking, disappeared in place.

Bachram began to back up, daring not to be careless for a moment, then turned around, adjusted his center of gravity, and was ready to go.

Suddenly, noticing an abnormal movement behind him, the moment he turned around, he made a slash with his backhand, but only cut a shadow.

Then he swung his sword continuously, but in addition to the shadow, it was still shadow!

"You are very funny. Ba'gul will feel pain when he appears next to you. Are you untouchable?"

In words, the cold blade slammed into the underside of Bahram's right hand, Bahram tried to draw his sword back to his defense, and deflected the blow to the top of his shoulder.

But the opponent's fist suddenly hit his chin, and this blow caught Bachram by surprise.

Bahram gritted his teeth and rolled to the left, changing the strength of his sword, and slammed upwards on the left side of Prince of Thorns.

But the other party has already left.

"Your breathing is heavy?"

Ten meters away, the prince of Thorns licked his fangs with his thin tongue and tilted his head to look at Bachram.

"You feel very cold? Your blood is almost freezing."

Bachram panted hard, white mist sprayed from the grille of his helmet, and the power armor had already started screaming warnings three minutes ago.

His body temperature had fallen below fifteen degrees, and if he hadn't been Astarte, he would have died long ago.

But he can't die yet. If he dies, the other four people will have to die—

In order to save energy, Bachram rushed over with his sword without answering the other party.

The prince of thorns tweeted twice, then leaped to the ceiling, swept across the roof like a spider in an incredible posture, and then twisted and fell to Bahram.

Bahram stepped back and tried to dodge the attack, but the rune sword still tore his left shoulder, and the dug out shoulder armor fell with blood.

Before he could react further, Prince of Thorns stepped on his injured shoulder, turned around in midair, and fell behind Bahram like a cat.

At the moment when Prince Thorns was about to stab a deadly sword, a gunshot sounded.

"Ok?"

The bullet hit the shoulder of Prince Thorns, knocking his sword crooked, and Li Lin, who fired this shot, fell again.

Taking this opportunity, Bachram turned around and aimed his sword at the opponent's head.

With a bang, the two swords collided in mid-air.

The Prince of Thorns looked at Bahram and grinned.

"Unfortunately, it's a bit slow."

"Punishment is never slow!"

The faces of the two were only one punch away from each other, and Bachram slammed into it directly with a head hammer. When Prince of Thorns was stunned, he threw away his sword and strangled each other's neck with both hands, and threw each other to the ground.

He rides on the enemy, raising his fist to the opponent's forehead.

With a loud noise, this violent blow was easily parried.

"childish!"

The Prince of Thorns continued to laugh, blood splashing on his pale skin and teeth.

His sword had pierced Bahram's shoulder.

But Bachram resisted all this, drew the sword on his shoulders and threw it far away, then grabbed the opponent's neck with another violent head hammer.

This one even shattered his eyepieces, revealing bizarre green fluorescent eyes and a face almost solidified into metal.

"you-"

The Prince of Thorns stared at Bahram, his face sunken, and he finally realized that he had also made a mistake.

He shouldn't be so close to this weird person.

The biting chill of the opponent's body invaded him, UU reading www.uukanshu. The com rune sword became a piece of van iron, and his flesh and blood were too stiff to move.

"Traitor! Go to die! Traitor! Go to die!"

Bahram's situation is also not good, his world has been blurred like a broken projector, and the support for him not to fall is pure resentment towards the enemy and responsibility for his comrades.

He almost beat the opponent like a machine, grabbed the enemy with both hands, and then smashed it on the hard floor.

An Astarte covered in armor was like a toy in his hand at this moment.

The prince of thorns twisted his body like a fish out of the water.

He was thrown from one end of the room to the other, and the messy facilities inside were turned into masses of fragments in the fierce collision.

"No, I won't die like this—"

He was knocked down again, and Amon tried to escape on all fours, but an armored boot hit him in the abdomen from the side and kicked him into the air.

The second kick hit him on the chin, knocking him to the ground on his back, his teeth flying out of his mouth.

When the unrecognizable Prince of Thorns tried to get up again, the shaky Bachram grabbed his long black hair, lifted the upper body of Prince Thorns, and then hit the opponent's face with his knees, squeezing his nose against him. One eye is completely destroyed.

It's a pity that Bahram has also reached the end of the mountain, otherwise this blow can even directly smash the opponent's head.

"Traitor, traitor-traitor!"

Bachram muttered vaguely, holding the other's hair tightly with one hand and a sharp piece of metal tightly with the other, and pressed it against the throat of Prince Thorn.

"...Accept the emperor's... trial."

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