Chapter 315 The Executioner

Your battle trajectory is like lightning streaking across the sky, and every close conflict is like meteors colliding with each other, with fierce shock waves sweeping through everything around you.

He waved the huge sword in his hand desperately, and the conflict swept through your followers, the newly born demons of desire, and those delicate flowers... They were all killed and chopped into pieces by him arbitrarily and violently, causing a rain of blood. Fishy wind.

He is resisting fiercely, rejecting your kindness and refusing to be killed by you.

How foolish. Tell him that you are the real owner of this body.

After receiving the blessing of the Prince of Darkness, you taste the taste of power. Every dancer under his command is a swift assassin with deadly grace, and you are no exception.

And the other person wants to kill you over this? That's ridiculous. The trajectory of the blade that cannot be seen clearly by ordinary mortals, and the artistic sword skills of one blow after another are easily captured by you and can be easily dealt with, resolved, and counterattacked. Your perfect attack posture is like dancing to beautiful dance music. .

Blood Angels' sword skills? The Weeper Chapter's insect-killing sword? A fighting instinct baptized in blood for a hundred years? None of them will work against you.

On the contrary, you inflicted injuries on him. Your beautiful combat skills were personally taught by Shipala, the leader of the 666 close dancers in the Palace of Joy, the Prince of Darkness, the Pure Dancer of Destruction, and the Keeper of Secrets; And your parents, they are supporting you in another way, proving that you are their best and most beloved child, scolding each other for being that fake in their current form and way;

The lovely Eri also showed outstanding and praiseworthy strength. Every time you swing your sword, the destructive power called "Judgment" will hit his body. You look at the ugly and vulgar scales on his body. It was constantly breaking and splattering scarlet blood, which felt quite pleasurable.

What cut into his body was not just the blade, but also the memories of your past, the humble and ugly ones, the joyful ones...well, there were also those of you and Chen Motong. You want to use this method to let the other person experience the real thrill and pleasure, so as to give up unnecessary resistance and join you...

But got nothing but roars in response.

He hates, despises, and rudely despises your path of pursuing love, roaring that it is the dirtiest, most blasphemous, and ugliest behavior. He will kill you and purify you at all costs, even if he dies with you.

What about him? What is he?

If you look at his experience and past, wasn't he the same as you before? Even more humble and cowardly than you; at least you have never been a slave to an alien, using menial labor to survive while crying bitterly about your misery in the middle of the night;

Then he was saved by luck, and was arbitrarily transformed into the same mutant monster by a group of mutants. Then he put on a suit of armor, fanatically worshiped a false corpse to cover up his past trauma, and was able to transform into a great savior? How...hypocritical! Ridiculous!

How can he compare with you who bravely embarked on the path of pursuing love and received the favor of the eldest lady?

Seeing his crazy and angry look, you began to feel a little tired. It's better to give up and let you have it all to yourself, Senior Sister.

Humanity? Mixed race? Dragon clan? What does this have to do with you, who is about to be blessed and ascended to become a demon prince? You are about to rise above these humble species.

Of course, the dragon clan is quite suitable for falling into the arms of the eldest lady.

It's just that you are still one step away from sublimation, and that is the personal blessing from the eldest lady.

A pair of wing bones pierced your back and spread out bloodyly. The splashing blood quickly turned into pitch black bird feathers in mid-air. The wing bones were plump. In the blink of an eye, a pair of pitch black wings appeared on your back. This is another manifestation of power. An ugly hairless crow has also shared its power with you. This is our first cooperation out of desperation.

The silver-white filaments entangled on the pale bone blade seemed to act as burning objects, and the pink flame ignited violently. You heard Eri crying softly again. You comforted her softly that she would be fine, and then led her towards the other you who was briefly separated.

The flames left a beautiful and fatal trajectory in the air. In an instant, but after having experienced dozens of blade collisions, your razor-like tail struck at his heart like a tricky poisonous snake. He naturally used his A cold metal hand grasped and held the weapon close, and the high-speed rotating saw teeth brutally cut off your newly grown tail.

You let out a long sigh of contentment. You were injured on purpose. Although the brief pain made you feel relieved, this was not your real intention to attack. You grabbed the opening exposed by his attack, and kicked him away with your powerful hoof marks on his chest.

For a moment, time stopped and he was fixed in the air. Indigo, emerald green, magenta, light orange, pitch black, invisible... Flames of various colors burst out from the space cracks in different dimensions. You looked at him The golden light that almost turned into flames burst out from those eyes was swallowed up by these flames, turning into a colorful and changeable black hole, or maybe the sun;

The runes turned into prismatic fine rays that circulated around the fireball until the symbol of the Lord of Change appeared on the surface of the fireball.

This is the power of Doilos, the hairless crow and the ever-changing demon. He was trapped like a lamb to the slaughter.

The hoof you kicked out fell back to the ground, taking you one step forward. You leaned down and held two scimitars and a heavy sword in your four arms in a graceful attack posture. In an instant, your figure disappeared from the spot, your speed was like lightning flashing, and only the trace of the flames left by the blade across the air proved that you had passed by.

You are like painting a stunning and crazy painting. The deadly knives and swords are used as brushes, and you are constantly writing on this space as a canvas. Trapped by the shackles of evil fire, he can only bear the powerlessness of you. Stunning artistic creation. Although you really want to slowly torture and train him, this ending can be called a grand and gorgeous ending for him.

The only fly in the ointment is that you suddenly staggered when you sheathed your sword, as if something was playing tricks on you.

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Compared to the excruciating pain from the evil fire and the sword blade breaking through his body, what was even more torturous was the severe impact on Lu Mingfei's spirit.

A picture flashed before his eyes with alarming frequency. He once again clearly saw the bewitched and corrupted "self", committing all kinds of crazy and blasphemous acts towards the innocent mortals who relied on him, and gaining a good name for him. It is said to "embrace hunger and thirst and indulge desires"...

Unforgivable! Absolutely unforgivable!

"Are you satisfied with your performance?" Someone asked him with a sinister smile in the frenzy.

"I am Catos, son of the loyal angel... I will never be him!"

Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth, and his body was torn into pieces under the exquisite and cruel chops, just like the steaks on the chopping board were evenly separated; the reason why he did not die immediately may be because of "Baqi", or because this was not the case at all. Reality.

The picture flashing in front of him changed again, and the heroic picture of the death of the father of genes reappeared again. The shackles that had been restraining the black rage in the dark space in the past were detonated during the violent fluctuations of his emotions, and darkness rose in his blood.

Outside the colorful and ever-changing shackles of flames, the abominable, corrupted figure corrupted by Slaanesh became as tall as a giant, with a mocking smile on his face illuminated by dark red light, and the wolf skin on his armor looked like It came to life as if possessed by an evil force, looking down at him from above.

And his body fell to the ground in pieces, waiting to be pierced and crushed by the claws of Horus, ushering in his destined death.

But this time, the star that accompanied him, supported him, and illuminated the black anger for him did not appear again.

"Stop resisting. Just like this, as the noble Saint Les, let him be sung forever by future generations and sacrificed in an epic way." Someone whispered softly in his ear, "Isn't this what you have been pursuing?"

Is that so?

When his vision was filled with darkness, Lu Mingfei suddenly discovered a small shadow on the body of Horus the Deceiver.

That's...another new "self"? He was crying helplessly inside "Horus". While crying, he kept saying "I'm sorry, sorry" to him, to the weapon in "Horus's" hand, and to the other flesh and blood lying on the ground. "...

This reminded him of the three years he had spent as a slave on the planet Sothis. He had been so helpless. While he wanted to die to end the pain, he was also afraid that he would not be able to return to his hometown after death.

"No, no, I won't be Saint Les." He shook his head, gritting his hard teeth, and the black smoke was quickly dissipating from the edge of his vision. "I am Lu Mingfei. I was once cowardly, afraid of death, Lu Mingfei is not worth mentioning."

The figure of Horus disappeared, and the corrupted demon personality reappeared in front of him. At this time, it was grabbing a certain part of his chopped body, tearing and tasting it with relish while staring at him with interest.

"Now I am still Lu Mingfei, but I am willing to die for humanity, the Emperor, and Saint Les as him." Lu Mingfei said decisively, and began to try to reorganize his body and break through the evil fire prison.

There was a scream of pain in the darkness, as if someone had been painfully burned. The arm that was an alchemical prosthesis now lit up with a familiar golden light, and new power was being activated.

"Completely denying your past means betrayal. You are now able to shoulder the heavy responsibility of the legion, Lu Mingfei." Someone said to him.

An astonishing healing ability even more powerful than that of "Baqi" was displayed on his body. The body that had been cut into pieces and burned was reorganized and healed in an instant. Lu Mingfei regained control of his body and immediately punched him without hesitation. Out, the alchemy prosthetic arm shrouded in golden light blasted away this colorful cage of evil fire.

He regained his freedom, and it was not only the dragon's blood that reboiled in his body, but also the mighty power from the emperor. Golden patterns appeared on the rapidly enveloping black scales, which evolved into a sacred beast on his chest. Eagle.

"What the hell, it's only one step away from success... It seems like your brother has been blessed with new power, but compared to you..."

The devil's whisper rang in Lu Mingfei's ears. His corrupt personality dropped the half-eaten limb in his hand. Under the devil's bewitchment, he grabbed the pale bone giant sword again, fanned his wings and flew towards him. Come, wrapped in colorful evil fire.

The sword of "Reason" ignited the sacred golden fire. He also dragged the sword and rushed forward. The golden thunder that lingered around him seemed to be able to break through thousands of armies.

This time is not just a fierce physical collision between swords, but also the pair of golden wings that have solidified behind his back. The four arms of the fallen personality no longer have an advantage, and his wings can also be used as deadly blades. .

In the blooming of the sacred golden fire and silver flowers, accompanied by a painful but perverse scream of ecstasy, the sharp ends of the pair of golden wings behind Lu Mingfei found the right opportunity to deflect the stabbing swords and The cut penetrated the ribs of the corrupted personality, and violet blood spurted out.

Lu Mingfei let out a roar, and cut off the fallen personality's arms with his wings. The other party had no time to taste the stimulation brought by the pain. The pair of arms holding the bone sword quickly grabbed the two swords that had just fallen, and used lightning speed to Quickly penetrate his scales and pierce his body!

Severe pain, and... the wails and screams of the souls inside the two scimitars!

Turning living people into weapons or other things is one of the crazy blasphemous behaviors of followers of Slaanesh. Lu Mingfei endured the pain and charged up the fist of the alchemical prosthetic body of his left arm to break through the evil fire cage. The force hit the fallen personality's head, sending its huge figure flying away.

Then he immediately pulled out the two blasphemous scimitars from his shoulders and smashed them one after another to let the souls inside them rest in peace. Judging from the unsightly and blasphemous memories of the past, this personality made his illusory parents into this ugly weapon after his fall.

He must be completely purified in the name of the Emperor... and the demons who bewitched him behind his back!

Anger was like lava spewing from a volcano, and a golden flash of light approached the fallen personality who had not yet stabilized his body. Now that he had mutated and lost a pair of arms and weapons, it was Lu Mingfei's turn to gain the upper hand. The blades of both wings drew dazzling trajectories, leaving deep scars one after another on the opponent's ugly purple body. The pain itself began to overwhelm the alternative stimulation brought by the pain, especially when the giant dragon-tooth blade roared to the ground. After the hooves and feet of the corrupt personality are severed!

"Trial..."

The fallen personality wanted to scream, wielding the pale bone sword and slashing down, preparing to explode with that destructive power, but it was blocked and stuck by the materialized crossed wings, making it difficult to make any further progress; at the same time, the palms of the prosthetic body wrapped with golden light were like shackles. Locked his neck.

Vaguely, Lu Mingfei heard the girl's low cries, and a picture of a boy helplessly holding a withered girl and crying flashed before his eyes. His anger could not be suppressed at all, and the muzzle of the bomb ejected directly from the prosthetic arm, alchemy The muscle fiber bundles surged with gilded light.

Charging overload! Ten consecutive bombardments with explosive bombs!

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang -"

The mouth of the fallen Lu Mingfei, together with his slender tongue, was smashed to pieces by the explosive bombs erupted at close range. He could no longer make that disturbing cry representing various emotions in a short period of time.

And Lu Mingfei wanted him to shut up for a long time and forever, without giving him any chance to say his last words. So the hot prosthetic palm clasped the upper half of his skull, which was still intact, and the giant alchemical blade named reason slashed into his neck. The fine dragon teeth saw teeth roared, and they bit and cut the ugly body crazily. The fallen body was shattered into a smelly blood mist by Lu Mingfei's punch the moment the head left the body.

This corrupted, corrupted personality by the great demon of Slaanesh was brought to an end.

After shattering the pale bone sword and letting the girl rest in peace, Lu Mingfei wielded his reason again and vented his unquenched anger on the half body of the fallen personality. The artistic sword skills of the Blood Angel Legion, The insect-slaying sword skills of the Weeper Chapter, or simply the furious and random slashing without any sense of beauty...

Until the half-desecrated body exploded into a purple mist of blood that filled the sky, Lu Mingfei felt that the surrounding scene had changed in an instant. The familiar, long-lost whistling of the cold wind sounded in his ears, and the biting cold blew him away. shrouded.

Breathing heavily, he raised his head and looked around. There was only darkness and white snowflakes rolling in the darkness. The desecrated flesh and blood hall disappeared, and the corrupted and contaminated corpses seemed to have never existed. The pair of golden wings behind him seemed to be the only source of light in this world.

"Is everything just now...an illusion?"

He glanced at the snow, the sanity in his hand, and the purple pus and blood stained on his body. Obviously not.