The scythe and the sword collided, the miasma of rancid lesions and the black flames colliding head-on. In the midst of the staggering, both giants saw each other's eyes.

One burns, the other dies.

Footsteps swirled, and they left each other together, then turned around in unison. The giant sword slashed off on the head, and the sickle slashed with a backhand, colliding again.

Sparks flew everywhere, the force of the colossus made even the obsidian ground trembled, the wind blowing, and the giant in the rotting armor suddenly laughed strangely.

"You've changed a lot, Fogen."

Phoenix ignored it and just continued to swing his sword.

The Lord of Death is a formidable adversary, tenacious, heavy, and able to endure pain that is absolutely unbearable for ordinary people. He was the kind of warrior that any commander could only dream of, however, the thing Phoenix was facing right now was not.

It didn't have the wisdom of Motarian that was hidden between tenacity and coldness, it was just an empty shell. The power is strong, but the speed is slow. It's stubborn, but it's more just dull. It didn't even have any tactics or skills, just fighting Vogrim with strength and stamina.

Now, as if it had pushed Vogrim back with an unstoppable blow, its brute force was terrifying. However, at such an important juncture, it did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but just stayed where it was and continued to move, waiting for the opportunity to look for the next opportunity.

It behaved without combat intelligence, or rather, very slowly.

Fogrem noted the incident, and swung his sword sharply. With a twist of the wrist and a force in the abdomen, the greatsword slashed diagonally at the monster, and it stood by and parried with the hilt of its scythe.

Phoenix, however, had expected it - this was not the first time it had used this trick. He immediately stepped back, his greatsword slamming out in the flaming flames, and with a light stroke, he struck a real kill.

The rotten monster snorted coldly, and without dodging or dodging, he took the blow with the tip of the breastplate.

The black flames burst into flames, pouring into its flesh, gurgling and gurgling sounds coming from within its body, but it itself acted unresponsive.

"I am immortal." It says. "Nothing can destroy it."

"You deserve it too?" Phoenix replied.

The brief conversation ended quickly, and they fought together again.

A dizzying array of attacks unleashed in seconds, with Foggrim stabbing and then slashing, slashing his sword deep into the monster's armor.

It seemed unmoved, its bones and flesh sprouting teeth from the wounds in its armor and gnawing at the blade of the Flames.

Fogrem grimaced and let go of his arm, causing the greatsword to dissipate. Naturally, the monster did not miss this opportunity, and the scythe of silence roared and fell, and it was about to take his life.

The phoenix came first, retreating in an instant, and at the same time kicked out in the middle of the handle of the scythe. The flames of rage rekindled, and the greatsword was held in his hand again.

The monster was forced to take two steps back by the kick and immediately chased after it, the wound in its shoulder that was slowly healing, like the one on its waist.

It's terrifying, as long as it doesn't kill it on the spot, it can recover little by little. Even the flames of vengeance will be slowly consumed by the distorted power of this corruption.

No, not devouring.

The phoenix is acutely aware of the difference - not devouring, just simply taking damage, then healing, and that's it.

Rage can still damage it

A terrifying smile slowly bloomed on Vogrim's face.

He rushed forward again.

The violence between the two began to become more and more terrifying over time, with each step moving or dodging causing the ground to tremble like an earthquake.

If the sword and the scythe collide with each other, the loud sound can echo in the darkness here for a long time. This sudden duel is heating up, however, it is difficult to define which side has the upper hand.

Fogrem hadn't been hurt even once since the beginning of the war, but the rotting monster had suffered a lot.

Its terrifying armor had become scarred, the phoenix had left no hands spared, and the deadliest swordsman in the entire galaxy was wreaking havoc on a bloody murder with more force than before.

The monster paid a lot for it.

For example, the disappearance of the left shoulder armor, a wound on the abdomen, a stab wound on the cheek - it had suffered so many wounds, but it still showed no signs of weakness, and the force of the silence began to grow stronger.

"Look at yourself, Fogreme!" It roared and rebuked. "Your dead heirs will be ashamed of the way you look at this moment!"

"Let's look in the mirror before we speak." Phoenix replied with a smile. "I wonder what a gloomy and ugly face you have under that mask, you are simply discrediting the name of Motarian, what kind of face do you have to act against his face?"

After more than half a sentence, the monster roared and swung its scythe in anger.

It was a transcendent thing, and no one could deny its far superior power, even if it was a rotting monster.

And its current means of venting its anger are no different from ordinary mortals, the same is just to exercise violence, nothing more, it obviously has other powers in its body, but it does not use it.

Even though Fergram could smell the stench of the plague, it just didn't use it, as if it had forgotten how to use it.

But Fogham didn't forget.

So he spun his blade and summoned a frenzy of fury before the scythe arrived, and the unjust spirit roared in it, biting the monster's face in the fire.

Flesh was torn by claws, sickly, sarcoma-ridden flesh was torn apart by the spirits, dark green pus and eggs gushing out of the wounds, and what should have been hatching was scorched to ashes by the flames in mid-air.

The monster roared and retreated, and the giant scythe that should have fallen stopped its attack.

Fogrem immediately bullied himself, how could he let go of such a great opportunity? He's not sluggish.

The blade was raised, and he began to launch a fierce attack on the monster with a terrifying dense attack, slashing, stabbing, slashing, and slashing, one after another, endlessly, like a stream of water.

In just a few seconds, he had slashed it with seventeen swords. The monster flapped its wings behind it, roaring and retreating, its anger finally uncontrollable, and in the pain and healing tingling, it covered its unrecognizable face and roared.

"Seriously, go look in the mirror." Vogrim chuckled. "My brother isn't as ugly as you."

"I'm Motarian!" It roared and argued. "And you, what are you?!"

"I am your death." Phoenix said. "I'll kill you here so my brother can rest in peace."

He stood in place with his sword on his hand, and did not pursue. Just calmly regaining his strength - Phoenix knew in his heart that he would have to fight for a long time before he could kill this thing, and he had little strength left.

The cold sensation was getting stronger, and they strengthened his use of the fury or other abilities, but they didn't heal his injuries or restore his strength. Maybe they could, but there was a voice in the back of Fogham trying to persuade him not to take that kind of treatment.

That's not a cure! It hissed.

I know. Phoenix replied calmly.

Under the smile, he did not have the slightest pleasure. Only seriousness, solemnity, rage – and sadness.

"I'm going to kill you"

The monster grunted and shook its head, the scythe slipping in his hand. It gripped the tail of the weapon, and it was clearly not a good grip for an attack.

The phoenix frowned, unsure for a moment of what it was going to do, but lifted its sword anyway. He was going to be on the defensive, to keep up with the change, but suddenly he heard a hum, like the heat of the engine roaring.

Then he saw a smile on the thing's mutilated face.

Phoenix's pupils shrank sharply.

The monster turned slowly but appropriately, the scythe slicing through the air, silence slicing through a large circle with deadly force, and some heavy objects fell to the ground in unison in the darkness, mixed with the sound of blood splattering.

One of the bones of the weight rolled at Forgrim's feet.

It was a head.

Wearing a white helmet, a red lightning bolt was lying on the right side, the incision was extremely smooth, and blood was slowly dripping. He wasn't supposed to be dead right away, at least Fogham could hear him trying to breathe, but he quickly stopped moving.

The monster chuckled lowly.

"Chagatai!" It chanted. "You can't defeat me!"

With the sound of the hoverbike running at high speed, and the subsequent sound of emergency braking, the Eagle of Chogoris calmly walked out of the darkness, holding the White Tiger Broadsword in his hand, and his armor was covered with blood.

The White Scars followed closely behind the Khan, only a few were unhelmeted, and their anger didn't need to be seen with their eyes at all.

"Really? Why? Khan asked, seemingly disapproving, glancing sharply at Fogham.

"Because I help." The monster said. "Fugen! Come and help me! ”

The phoenix kept his face calm, raised his sword, and rushed forward. The greatsword is raised.

Khan smiled, very obviously, and most of his face was obscured by the heroic beard, which could not hide the brightness of this smile. With his backhand, he pulled out a pistol that shone dangerously from his waist and shot the monster in the head without hesitation.

Blood splattered, hitting a left eye, and even half of the skull was pierced by the long-planned shot.

The shattered eyeball fell out of the socket, and the pus melted in the air along with the diseased brain, turning into a putrid flower, falling to the ground, only to be violently slashed by the white tiger's broadsword, and there was no chance to grow.

"Are you as stupid as you are?" Chagatai said with a smile, and the long knife slowly returned to its sheath.

The monster roared and was about to fight back, but a black flame greatsword stabbed through the chest from behind and raised high. Something that could not be said to be blood or pus spewed out of the wound, and it screamed, a sound that no real Motarian would make.

"I don't know which master you waged your tail to ask for these powers, but he really should have given them to Typhons, it's a terrible thing for you to have it."

Khan burst out laughing, and it was only then that Phoenix had a little attention to observe his brother, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.

He found that the Khan, though still looking personable, was in fact exhausted. Whether it's the mottled armor or the beard that hasn't been properly groomed in a long time, it proves it.

"It's been a long time, Fugen." Chagatai bowed politely to him. "May the sons of the emperor who died valiantly rest in peace."

"How did you find out?" Phoenix asked solemnly, and began to stir up the flames with all her might, intending to burn the rotting shell with one fire.

The flames were raging, and immediately began to spread from the sword, and it immediately screamed—and this was not something Motarian would do, how could the Lord of Death, who despised pain, let out such a scream from such an injury?

Khan laughed mockingly, but didn't ask what was going on with Fogham. He raised his hand behind him, and a head was handed to him.

It was a dead son of Horus, with an eight-pointed star of chaos carved into his forehead, now covered by an imperial aquila.

"We have an encounter with Horus's fleet."

Chagatai exhaled a cloudy breath.

"No, maybe you shouldn't call that thing. It's a monster at all, without the slightest pity or brotherhood for the past, and it treats your affairs as a talking point, showing off to me, and making me submit. ”

"And then?"

Chagatai shrugged, the white scars jerked the accelerator of the motorcycle, and the engine roared like a thousand horses.

Fogrem smiled, and was about to say more, but his face suddenly changed. He quickly turned around and threw his sword at the impaled corpse.

Chagatai immediately rushed to his side, guarding him with a sword, while motioning for the White Scars to hand over another sword for Vogrim to use. However, the phoenix shook his head, and with just a few hands in his hands, a powerful black flame giant sword condensed from the air.

Chagatai gave him a surprised look, but the phoenix kept silent. There was no time left for them to communicate, for some strange distorted sound was already heard in the darkness.

The monster's voice sounded again.

"Self-righteous." It spoke gloomily. "What do you know, Chagatai? You can't even put your own legion in order, how does it feel to be forced by your own heirs with knives? ”

"That's Alpharis' ruse." Khan calmly retorted.

"Isn't it also his ploy to deflect your fleet to the Vengeful Spirit? Don't kid yourself, Chagatai. Your heirs are more loyal to Horus than you, and it would be unwise for you to rush to Terra with the rest of your heirs now. ”

It burst out laughing cruelly.

"You didn't think of yourself as a good primordial, and you just stayed on Horus's arm and became his falcon, which is really shameless, what good can this bring you? Spiritually satisfied? You don't even have the wisdom of a general, and on Terra, you get nothing but death. ”

"When did you speak so eloquently, Motarian?" Chagatai asked slowly. "It's not like you."

"It's not Motarian." Phoenix said. "It's just a monster."

"So, what about you?"

A voice in the darkness asked.

"A beautiful hero with a greasy face, an idiot general who cherishes his feathers more than he seeks victory, a jealous fool who smiles when someone comes into contact with Ferus Manus, and buries the incompetence of most of his army."

"You are indeed beautiful, Vogrim, and even now you are handsome. So you should probably stay in a brothel rather than on the battlefield, which is not for you. Go find a brothel and you'll be able to shine in this old profession. ”

The phoenix turned to the Khan and said, "Now it's a monster who is good at reversing right and wrong. ”

"When is it not hateful?" Khan asked rhetorically. "However, it does have a knack for reversing right and wrong, and perhaps we should ask it to debate with the High Lords at their tables."

There was a loud laugh in the darkness, and a bloody face poked out, it was Loja Aurelian.

"Well, I'll convert them to religion." He said maliciously. "So they won't keep arguing with you over military spending, won't they, brothers?"

The face shrank back, and the strange sounds in the darkness began to become more pronounced, and Fogham calmly and Khan went back-to-back, and the two began to watch each other's blind spots.

At that moment, there was a roar of rage from among the White Scars, and a warrior opened fire into the darkness, knocking off a monster - perhaps not a monster, but another bloody face named Adoron.

However, only Vogrim knows that it is Adoron's face.

In fact, it wasn't even the Eldoron he was familiar with. That Adoron was fighting to the death somewhere in Terra.

"Father, father!" It wails and swallows the bomb, its throat a vague pink. "Father! Let me lick your blood! Just like last time! ”

Khan turned his head to the side and asked in a low voice, "Who is he talking to?" ”

"Something you've never seen before, brother." Fogrem said that the black flame was burning under his eyes. "But these are just lies, they are all false illusions, and you must always stay calm, or they will find an opportunity."

"I thought I'd seen everything."

Chagatai sighed, and suddenly took a step forward, and the blade fell. The white tiger was as fast as lightning at this moment, and a piece of flesh flew out of the darkness and landed at their feet, emitting curling green smoke.

It should have melted, but it didn't, and it was even in a brief jump. Tiny teeth sprouted from the edge of the flesh, and it deftly flipped over to become a mouth that had left its body.

There were only no lips, just an excessively pale appearance, excessively ugly, and flies flew out of that bottomless pit of throat.

"The Incompetent!" It burst out laughing shrill at all. "The Lord of the Plague has come!"

The phoenix destroyed it with a sword.

"Let it die." He whispered. "I'll kill it together."

A massive monster stepped out of the darkness in response, its back vibrating with insect wings, its face swollen, and so did its body, its rotting armor stretched to its limits by the fat fat - in that swollen face, there was undisguised malice blooming, like a flower blooming from a corpse.

The next second, it exploded.

The update is complete, a total of 10,000.

(End of chapter)