Chapter 793： War Primarch (1)

After a while, the two figures pulled away.

One is standing in the air, the other is on the ground.

The man half closed his eyes, his eyes were as silent as water, and he slowly exhaled a scorching white breath.

The red lines that looked like electrical circuits gradually faded on the fair skin of the arm. The clenched fist bones first loosened, and then clenched again and again, trembling slightly, which was difficult to detect with the naked eye.

Just now, he did not use the static blood equipment for defense, but directly used the dynamic blood equipment.

Similar to the static blood suit, the dynamic blood suit also injects the spiritual child directly into the blood vessels, thereby stimulating the maximum destructive power of the body. With his current strength, even a mountain can be easily destroyed by this trick.

But even so, he still fell behind.

Through the fight, he could clearly perceive that the opponent's punch did not contain any other power, but simply squandered the brute force of the body.

"interesting......"

The man moved his wrist, his eyes were somewhat unclear, he looked at the original body, and said, "You are obviously a human, but you don't have a soul host, so now you, are you a human or a zombie?"

"Roar......"

Hearing this, the primarch raised that hideous face, but could only let out a meaningless roar.

In the depths of those pitch-black pupils, in addition to the fiery and rising fighting intent, there was also a subtle hint of begging.

The man was slightly startled, thinking he had read it wrong.

But then, he suddenly realized that he was not mistaken, and what was revealed in those eyes was the begging gaze.

There was even a trace of pain and remorse in the roar of the primarch's beast-like tyranny.

In a trance, the man seemed to have auditory hallucinations.

Among the screams full of pain, there was a tired, vicissitudes-filled voice that seemed to say 'help me' to him.

save who?

The man suddenly woke up from the hallucination, met the painful eyes of the primarch, and seemed to understand vaguely.

This powerful warrior in the shape of a carrion was forcibly awakened after death, driving the warrior's body to re-enter the battlefield that should not have stepped into it. The emotions brewed in pain are passing through the 'corpse'. Talk to him.

Begging for deliverance, begging for redemption, begging for rest.

After his death, the unnamed warrior was begging him, not wanting to be fooled with his corpse.

"I understand."

The man restrained the contempt in his eyes, let out a heavy sigh, and said solemnly: "Don't worry, I will let you free."

In the midair, a mighty airflow rolled over, setting off a turbulent tsunami that emptied and hit the shore. The rolling wind roared like thunder, and the man standing proudly in the sky stepped out, and his whole body burst into a blazing white-gold brilliance.

The six sacred and pure wings spread out, and the man's pupils were fiery and hot, flowing with red gold like lava.

"Roar--!"

The primarch seemed to sense his determination, and his body was flooded with black energy.

One black, one white.

Ink stained the snow-white earth, and the whiteness forced back the night sky.

When the momentum accumulated by the two of them reached its peak like an erupting volcano, the thick spiritual power collided with another force, and the turbulent wind was emptied like a raging wave, and the atmosphere became thick and slow. nearly collapsed.

At this moment, a touch of milky white moonlight cut through the cloud like a sharp sword.

When the milky white moonlight shone down and the rippling shimmering light illuminated each other's faces, they saw two eyes that seemed to be in reality clashing, as if blazing white thunder and lightning were colliding, and the void suddenly burst into bursts of thunder.

The moonlight seemed to be some kind of signal, which opened the prelude to the fierce battle.

I saw that the two of them agreed, as if they heard the starting gun, the full momentum poured out in an instant, and in the most arrogant posture, pulled out a huge wave of air and dragon, and rushed directly to each other.

"Roar--!"

I saw the Primarch howled angrily, and the billowing sound waves shattered the sky.

The flaming golden sword ripped apart the sky, and an uncontrollable murderous intent accompanied the sword's edge.

Wherever the sword pressure passed, the dark and cold murderous intent was rolled out.

I saw a large stream of air being smashed into pieces by the fierce golden sword in the shrill mourning, and divided into two like a shunting. Wherever the eyes can see, the void is crumbling under this sword, constantly sending out cracks and shatters. Jin-like sound.

The primarch slashed through the void with a sword, and the trembling murderous intent swept through.

But the man didn't know why, but he was stunned for a moment at this moment, and then seemed a little dazed, and subconsciously raised his hand and shook it in the void.

hum!

The azure blue spirits condensed into a long knife.

The moment the man held the long knife, that familiar feeling came to his mind, as if he could not forget it after a thousand trials and hardships. The memory engraved in his bones made him lean over and draw the knife completely instinctively.

He should be good at knives.

In that case, let instinct tell him how to swing this knife.

Draw the knife, cut!

"Kendo, Eight Thousand Streams, Yellow Spring!"

Following the man's calm voice, the blue long knife was pulled out from the abdomen, and it made a clear and high-pitched sound after rubbing against the air.

Chong——!

The sound of the sword was like the roar of a dragon, expelling the dark curtain rolling in front.

However, I saw a bright blue light compressed to the extreme, like the dividing line between day and night, morning and dusk, in the most extreme form of tyrannical brutality, with unmatched sharpness and brutality, hit the burning golden giant. sword.

This knife, like Long Tengyuan breaking the sea, zoomed in at the moment of contact, blooming with unparalleled brilliance.

Boom--! ! !

The brilliance that bloomed in an instant seemed to reverse night into day.

The huge ruins of the Hydra base shook and collapsed between the rumbling vibrations. A huge gap was torn open at the center of the collision. The billowing smoke and dust shook like a dragon and turned over, and countless steel and rubble rose into the sky.

The light of the sword is like the sea, destroying the city and breaking the ground, submerging everything.

But a violent roar suddenly interrupted the violent sound, and I saw the stalwart figure screaming wildly, smashing the sword light like a sea, and in the slightly shocked eyes of the man, he actually grabbed the long sword with his bare hands. .

creak...bang!

The five sturdy fingers suddenly exerted force The long knife condensed by the spirit son let out bursts of grief, and finally was crushed directly by him.

The man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he secretly said in his heart, "The power of this monster is so terrifying!"

Even if it is a weapon formed by condensed spirits, its hardness is far higher than that of tungsten steel, but this guy in front of him can crush a long knife with hardness comparable to tungsten steel with one hand. Can it be done?

It's too late, it's too soon.

At the moment when the man was stunned, the power armor that the Primarch wore in front of him, the violent and fierce aura rushed towards the face, like a beast that chooses and devours people, the whole body vibrated, and a thunder-like explosion erupted, stepping clenched fist straight. boom.

One punch empties the surf, and the radius of 100 meters is close to a vacuum.

Even a hint of overflowing fist wind can crush steel into mud,

This is a sign of the ultimate strength of power, and it is also the most complete interpretation of violence. Not even the void can carry it. Such a powerful and terrifying power can only collapse and collapse in the sound of lamentation, showing a broken mirror-like scene.