Emperor's Bane

Chapter 151 Trap
collision.

fight.

Injury for injury.

Life for life.

In front of such an opponent, Hector can't do much.

Morgan's heir breathed heavily, swung his blade frantically, and relied on his innate great strength to collide with the alien soldiers time and time again. Numerous slashes and clashes constantly rubbed out new sparks, making this From time to time, the dark and deep room was as bright as day.

In the only sight left, Hector observed the opponent in front of him, observing those rough arms and brave body. Compared with the first Alien Forbidden Army he encountered, the nightmare that made his team almost desperate, The one in front of him is not that strong, and its armor lacks exaggerated carvings. Its pace and strength, will and swing are far from unstoppable. If it exists in Hector's memory What he saw was a colorful tiger roaring in the mountains, so what he saw in front of him was an overly ferocious leopard.

But despite this, it is still terrifying, as Ran Dan's forbidden army, it is terrifying.

[Randan Forbidden Army], the human empire called this monster, not because of any connection between these alien creations and the golden guard of the Lord of Humanity, but simply because of the summary of their powerful strength. Fear makes their comparison objects even higher than ordinary Astartes fighters, so many people are willing to use the powerful pronoun [Forbidden Army] to call them.

When human beings encounter new things that they have never understood, they always like to describe the whole picture or part of the new things with the words they already understand, so as to transform the terrible unknown into controllable known.

But for Hector now, all this is meaningless, he forced himself to forget all the sundries in the hurricane, forget those Randan soldiers who dared not approach any more, all his attention, all spirit, all worth Pride, as quality and strength, was kneaded together by him with the most coercive means, and he threw himself into the battle in front of him.

Under the effect of the gift flowing in his blood bestowed by the Mother of Genes, Hector maintained his rationality in the most violent, ruthless, and deadly hurricane, his muscles were tensed due to tension and high-speed movement Trembling, his dark green sharp blade kept making teeth-piercing sharp hisses after the craziest impacts again and again, but none of this disturbed him, nor made him fall into a further step of irritability and eagerness, He rolled his eyes, activated his thoughts, made his body and his will become unrelated, but incomparably tacit brothers, joined hands in this battle.

The more dangerous his life is, the stronger his enemy is, and the worse his situation is, the more rational and calm he can maintain himself, the more he can capture every opportunity in his field of vision, and calculate every action of his opponent .

In the cold wind blown by the collision of the blades, he seemed to be in the most comfortable secret room, where he could think about things that he had never been able to calm down.

This is not exclusive to him personally, but the power carried in the gene seeds of the Second Legion, but it is especially obvious in Hector.

He was silently angry, he respected contemptuously, he acted perfectly recklessly, his sword edge tore through the air, leaving one after another flawless sword marks in the void: if placed normally, he would almost It is impossible to do all this.

But now, he is extremely calm.

Calmness gave him strength.

Hector didn't know how long he had been fighting. In this purgatory where there was hardly a ray of light, he tilted his strength recklessly. He couldn't imagine how distorted his face would be because of the current brutal What a violent satisfaction and longing to fall into because of strength and skill: In the increasingly impatient pupils of Ran Dan's imperial army, he could vaguely see a distorted and crazy figure.

calm.

He said so to himself.

keep cool.

He swung his sword, and again, he could feel some illusory voice echoing in his ears, he could feel some noble will overlooking his battle, just imagining who that will belonged to, It made him exude an inexhaustible power all over his body.

He was wounded, a lot of wounds, and he could feel the countless wounds that came with the delay of the fight, but whenever the aliens in front of him made him bleed, he bleeds these blasphemous things too.

They are all bleeding.

But there is a difference.

Hector saw a trace of impatience accumulating in Ran Dan's alien pupils, which was the most destructive emotion, whether it was for his opponent or himself.

But he, no.

He is fighting.

he growled.

he longed.

He saw impatience.

He saw doubt.

He saw madness.

He saw fear, and fear.

But this time, it wasn't his.

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No one knows how long the battle lasted, maybe half an hour, maybe only 5 minutes.

Ran Dan's military power was exhausted after the last madness. Perhaps in this dark corridor and hall, the aliens invested more than 1000 or even [-] people, but the specific number is no longer important: victory belongs to Imperial, belonging to the Second Legion, belonging to the battered Hector squad.

Salieri's hand was broken again, and this is an unknown number of times, and by his side, Ajax and Eris were covered with scars all over their bodies, and their weapons were on the verge of being scrapped. Maybe in the next firing, it will completely fall apart due to the more obvious shaking and force.

In contrast, Kairon and Ezio are obviously in a better state: the latter can also restrain his attention, and find the opponent who is still fighting fiercely with his opponent in the first moment after the battle. Hector, and the shadow champion moved even faster. The moment the ancient warrior of the legion pointed out the direction, a swiftest shadow rushed up.

At this time, Hector was covered with scars all over his body, and his opponent was not much better. The two terrifying warriors were like two bloodthirsty wild beasts, constantly throwing in all their strength, Eager to completely knock down his opponent with the next blow.

No one is sure whether this is a calm duel or the craziest fight: spit, acid, sweat, tears, cursing, panting, and countless blood echoes in this dark corner until The vicious language poured out by the two languages ​​is accompanied by confrontation again and again, reaching a point of exhaustion.

And at this moment, the shadow champion came here, and his appearance overturned all the bargaining chips: this swift shadow caused the terrifying alien to subconsciously distract himself.

And Hector didn't miss the opportunity.

He gritted his teeth and roared, as if the dark green sword in his hand had sensed something, it also emitted a light that could make anyone feel uneasy, a light that symbolized silence and death.

The chance was only for a moment, but Hector grabbed it, and the great sword in his hand turned into a thunderbolt above the sky. In the blink of an eye, he pierced the alien's armor and stabbed the sharp blade hard in his body. above the chest.

Astonishment, anger and violence are Ran Dan's imperial guards' responses to all of these. Dozens of blows were poured on Hector's body in an instant, but calmness overcame the sense of pain, and Hector remained silent. Witnessing the strange-shaped sword light moving towards his neck, he did not dodge, but completed his mission.

With a bend of the shoulders and elbows and a flick of the wrist, the big sword that had already pierced the heart and chest followed the direction of the breathing duct and the head, and completed the hunt in an instant, cutting the monster's chest, neck and head neatly in two. Half, not even the strongest armor could save this.

The Custodian fell, before his bruised opponent.

Its big sword swung instinctively at Hector, who had no time to dodge, and at the very moment, a jet-black sharp blade hit the inertial killer, causing it to deviate from its own track. A most ferocious twisted curve was drawn on Hector's armor, and he fell crookedly to the ground.

Champion of Shadows, here we come.

Ezio withdrew his sharp blade, glanced at the huge corpse on the ground, and then at the miserable Hector, whispering whispers from the Shadow Champion.

"You're crazier than I thought."

"It's almost like..."

"Those Fifth Fleet guys."

Hector smiled, the only expression he could make now.

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The squad moved on.

They walked through mountains of alien corpses, and through gates that had been forcibly opened long ago. Hector and Ezio walked in the front, while Kairon was in the rear.

Soon, they could vaguely see the huge engine, and the superhuman senses of the Astartes allowed them to confirm that Ran Dan's electronic virus had not completely polluted the place.

There is still time.

The footsteps couldn't help but hastened.

But at this moment, Ezio suddenly stopped in his tracks. He grabbed the battle brother who was standing aside, and his eyes kept shuttling back and forth in the shadows in front of him.

He glanced at Hector, who immediately pulled out his gun and fired several shots at one of the shadows.

No whimpering.

No growling.

No groans.

Only the metal dagger easily cut through the sound of bullets.

There was a creepy sound from behind them, the sound of the door being closed somehow, the sound of iron boots trampling on the ground.

There are all sides.

Hector blinked, trying to stay calm.

until he saw the truth.

In the four directions of the team, in every shadow surrounding them, four tall figures stepped out one after another.

Their eyes are more arrogant, their armor is more ornate, their body is more large and burly.

In addition, they are related to the alien forbidden soldier who just fell at Hector's feet.

The same.

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Hector breathed.

Take a deep breath.

The shadow of death hung over his head.

Indistinctly, there was also a kind of laughter that made him feel familiar.

It was like some kind of blue flame, occupying his chest with great interest.

(End of this chapter)