As long as you can kill a mortal.

Motarian thought so as he used his strength to open the Emperor's sword.

As long as you can kill a mortal who may be a little special, but whose vitality is not too tenacious.

He spun the handle of extinction quickly, and he was still able to smash the scythe's handle into Killiman's chest in time before the scythe could turn around.

The Armor of Destiny is indeed an outstanding weapon, and the seemingly flashy carvings on its chest have failed to activate the defensive force field in time, and only its own hardness and toughness have blocked this solid blow for the Imperial Regent. But at the same time, Killiman did have to take two steps back because of the impact of the blow.

Motarian continued to spin the silence in his hand, and the scythe, which fit his now larger size, became even larger, making some tactics that would otherwise untenable optional. He intended to make his weapon bypass Kiliman, who was blocking in front of him, and to reach what he considered a small and fragile target—the girl might not be as tall as the deliberately flattened tip of the current scythe, and if she could make the high-speed spinning chain blade even scratch it, she would undoubtedly be shattered.

But in an instant, three blue-blue arrows suddenly appeared, and the flames on them ignited the corruption on the scythe, and the huge kinetic energy that had been accurately calculated deflected the scythe completely. This didn't stop Motarian, it just forced him to pause in place for a moment—but it was this moment of disparity that left him to watch as Acurdona scooped up his target and blended backwards into the sea of Astartes.

The Emperor's son, Purple Gold's armor, stood out among his ultramarine cousins, and should have been easy to pursue. However, in that crucial moment, Robert Killiman also readjusted his center of gravity and swung his sword forward again as if nothing happened.

This time, all of Silence's attacks were successfully blocked or dodged, and the flames of the Emperor's Sword once again burned his throat with Motarion's breath. The Ultra Warrior's original form has quickly adapted to the current tactics of the Demon Origin in the previous few rounds, and the sword technique of opening and closing with the two-handed sword has become more sophisticated in the inner circle of the long-handled scythe.

It's not right, it should have been a no-brainer, why—

"Why stop me!" He roared at his brother, the roaring blade slicing through the other's power armor in an unpredictable arc, "If only I could—"

"You can't!" The Emperor's Sword once again held up the long handle of Annihilation, and the wood that was supposed to be extremely tough under the infiltration of subspace energy had cracks due to this collision, "You've made enough mistakes!" I won't let you continue! ”

It wasn't right, he shouldn't have been so embarrassed.

Motarian flailed his wings and wanted to take to the air, but he suddenly found that it was extremely difficult to do so. Since the balance was broken, the Emperor's psionic energy began to encroach on the Father's realm almost endlessly, and the subspace that had been kind and gentle to him became cruel and heavy under the will of the corpse on the throne. When the scythe in the hands of the Demon Primordial intersected with the Emperor's Sword again, he was surprised to find that Kiliman's power overwhelmed him.

"You won't make it! You're going to die here! The Imperial Regent roared so loudly that the blast fired by the Hand of Domination accurately hit one of the Demon Primitive's eyes, forcing him to fall back to the ground, "Face me! You deserve it! ”

The sigh of the loving father echoed unmistakably in Motarion's ears, and the latter knew that it was time for him to go. As the anger subsided, fear flooded in. The Demon Primordial once again fended off his brother's attack, using the range advantage of the long-handled scythe to distance himself from the opponent, and then took advantage of this gap to swing the silence in an attempt to tear the curtain open.

The Lord of Death tries to escape from death.

His scythe, as always, was caught between reality and illusion, and he could have easily ripped it open a passage for himself with the spell Nurgle had given him—but not this time.

The subspace above Pamenio seemed to have been transformed into an impersonal piece of steel at the will of the emperor, which coldly denied him access.

Motarian turned back in despair, and for a split second the original body's reflexes caused him to tilt his body to the left, but he was still slow for a moment.

Killiman's Imperial Sword had sliced through the armor on his right arm, and the blazing flames ran down the wound into his shell, burning an equally burning pain in his nerves.

——

The rumbling tremors resounded once again in the pulpit hall of the Taylos Cathedral, and this time, the somewhat prepared Astartes did not behave as badly as they had been the last time. However, Kelya, who had been huddled in her chair and chanting unbroken prayers in a mess, suddenly jumped up from her place like a frightened rabbit and looked to the left and right with a little trepidation.

Digris became alarmed by this: "Do you feel anything? ”

"'He' is leaving." The girl said so.

As she said this, everyone present did have an intuitive feeling. The light in the entire hall seemed to dim for an inexplicable moment, and the frescoes and gilded carvings on the walls seemed to have become less brilliant. The statue of the emperor, which stood in the most conspicuous position in the entire space, also lost its original brilliance, and lowered its head again, indifferently looking down on the entire hall.

Even the uninspired untouchable can confirm at this moment that something has indeed left the church.

"What did 'he' say?" Digris asked softly.

The expression on Kylea's face was a mixture of confusion, confusion, panic and fear: "...... I, I don't understand. ”

She took a deep breath and, after barely trying to stabilize her emotions, spoke again:

"'He' said—"

——

"A foreign land, the end of time."

The dim sky dissipated with this proclamation, and an unreasonable blue shrouded the ruined land of Parmenio. The space itself is as chaotic and deconstructed as a building block in the hands of a child, but no soldier of the empire has been damaged by this sudden situation.

"—The sword is in his hand. The walls were strong, and the cheers rang out over the air. ”

Behind the battle line, fortified cities and high walls rose out of thin air. A small, thin, vague-faced figure stood at the head of the castle—it might be Ritsuka Fujimaru, maybe not, but it didn't matter. At this moment, what is needed in the city of "Camelot" is not a "specific person", but an "ideal king". Whoever it is nothing more than a container for the concept of "king".

"A grim victory at this moment—"

Under the bright day, there was still a lone star twinkling in the sky. In the light of the stars, the "king" commanded:

"Round of Avalon!"

With this proclamation, some kind of blessing, or blessing, came upon all the Imperial soldiers on the battlefield. It was as if the power that surged from the depths of their souls made them feel that they could continue to fight the enemy for 300 rounds, but at this time, they were embarrassed to find that because of the abnormal movement in the space just now, even the front of the battle line had distanced themselves from the enemy.

"What are you doing?" Pulled to the rear out of thin air, Kiliman yelled further back in a bit of frustration, "So he's—"

His words stopped. At this time, he saw Fujimaru Rikka on the city wall, and the latter's current state made him speechless for a while.

Brilliant golden light spilled out from her originally light amber eyes, and all the vitality and vitality of the girl seemed to have been stripped away from her body, leaving only an empty shell of a human form, a part responsible for fulfilling the mystery.

It was a conceptual understanding, a perceptual perception, and Killiman didn't believe in such ethereal things, but at that moment, he was extremely sure that Rika Fujimaru could no longer receive messages from the outside world.

She did not pay any attention to any noise coming from the city, and just continued some kind of ritual peacefully:

"I swear here: I am willing to achieve the best in the world, and I am willing to endure the sufferings of the world."

Something happened in the distance.

Kiriman turned back because of this, and everyone on the battlefield turned back because of it. Only then did they realize that there was only one person on the entire battlefield, an Astarte, who was not affected by the spatial transformation just now, and was still standing at the forefront of the battlefield, in front of the Demon Primordial.

"Ottnaus components, limited lifting. Lingji portrait loading, Lingji embedding start. ”

Sigismund's body lit up with a golden aura out of thin air.

"Hypothesis Proven, Established, Lingji Information Loaded: No. 24 - Joel Jos."

Miwoo (six o'clock)

Before I beat the leopard, I guessed all the people in the West Sword Saint's work adjustment unit in the paragraph review!!

Don't peek into my head!!

(It's easy to guess that the little seal got into the ice cave in 1551)

(End of chapter)