Chapter 472 Black and Red, Plans in the Shadows (Fifty-Seven) Decisive Time
Chapter 472 Black and Red, Plans in the Shadows (Fifty-Seven) Decisive Battle - Time
The wind, the wind is howling.
The edges at the ends of the blunt instruments shone with copper light, and tiny traces of light streaked across the cold edges of the swords and claws.
The weapon tore through the air as it swung, and then screamed as it collided with similar or thicker armor, making a tooth-piercing cry.
Fire, flames clash.
Two souls who also have legendary experiences in the eyes of others have built different but equally strong beliefs based on the things or logic they firmly believe in their long lives. The countless fires of thought that make up these beliefs are pervasively penetrating and squeezing each other on the spiritual level at a frequency that mortals cannot imagine.
This is the most naked and brutal physical collision and destruction between creatures at the top of life. This is the most cruel collision and war between two monsters on the ideological and spiritual level. In this pure battle without the use of external force, Calvin was rare and for the first time did not gain an overwhelming advantage.
In the millisecond-level battle, the original body took into account the battle between the consciousness and the physical level at the same time. Countless illusions surrounded his consciousness layer by layer, and countless inducements restrained his spirit. In the blink of an eye, he followed his instinct and took a step back. After the illusion faded like a tide, the heavy scepter tore through the air and hit his shoulder heavily.
The Enlightened One swayed as lightly as nothing in the hands of the demon primarch, and the damage to Calvin's shoulder armor slowly disappeared in the pale silver glow. The two blurry figures once again shifted from extreme dynamics to sculptural and sacred static, and this time it was obviously not Calvin who had the upper hand.
"Good armor, good strength. But unfortunately neither your heart nor your martial skills are worthy of them."
Luojia looked at "Hyperion's Blessing" in admiration with fear in her eyes, but the ridicule of Calvin in her mind did not stop, but continued as the offensive started again the next second. Mortal words are too inefficient in this battle of milliseconds. The collision of consciousness and thinking is the main way of communication between them.
After taking a breather, the two giants rushed towards each other again. The warhammer and scepter in their hands sometimes turned into phantoms, and sometimes the collision stirred up air currents. The narrow underground cave was filled with flying sand and rocks, and even the ancient lamps on the stone walls were shattered by the flying rubble.
The light in the cave gradually dimmed, and the pupils of the two beasts slowly contracted as the light and shadow changed.
The screen stopped again, but Calvin and Luo Jia's positions happened to be exchanged. In the shadow, Calvin's eyes were closed, stirring his psychic energy to disperse the whispers in his ears. Luojia, who was ten steps away, seemed to be at ease, but there were traces of lightning burns on his trembling hands hidden behind his back.
In the first round, it was a draw.
But a tie is the biggest insult to Luojia. He has worked hard and worked hard to get to where he is now, not just to lose in a contest with a newborn Primarch.
The storm was born from the void, and the sinister smile of the unborn loomed from the illusion. In the black cursed light, a halo covered with Colchis inscriptions lit up, and the sacred golden color that once represented human beings on the halo was now gone. Became dim and stagnant.
Despair, distortion, corruption, mutation... As much hope as there once was in the dark golden halo, it is now endowed with so much despair.
The soul of the fallen primarch seems to have obtained eternal sublimation, but hidden behind this gift is a solidification that cannot be concealed by gods and chaos.
The entire Moro and even the entire Zhan Moro were responding to Luojia's call. The huge power of darkness gathered from the void, and finally condensed on the luxurious staff like teardrops.
Profanity and twisted power decorate its body, making every soul unfortunate enough to see it feel a sense of sin and ugliness.
"I don't know what those Gray Knights and Custodians taught you, or how ridiculous it was for them to try to teach a Primarch.
But what I want to say is that not being born in the same era as us will be your biggest loss. "
It was another mental shock hidden under many illusions during the battle, and the pure black will of the devil's original body was like a poisonous snake. After containing Calvin's attention, it once again forced an unprecedented flaw in his defensive posture. .
The original body tried its best to make up for the fighting situation in the embarrassment, but Luojia and the dark tide behind him reached an unprecedented peak.
Calvin looked at Luojia silently. While adjusting his posture to continue fighting, the "deduction" function of his brain, which had not been active for a long time, was activated again.
The action trajectories of the demon primarch are continuously captured and summarized by the brain, and then packaged into a separate model and added to the "deduction" process, while his main energy can still maintain frontal combat.
Of course, Calvin was aware of the darkness that had condensed into reality over Gian Moro, but he also firmly believed that the moment the darkness reached its peak, it was also the beginning of its dissipation. As long as he survives the enemy's strongest stage, what awaits him will be his own opportunity for victory.
His intuition was not wrong, because the demon primarch in front of him was far from as relaxed as he appeared. Although Luojia had an advantage in the battle, it was only due to his combat experience.
The spiritual energy he relies on most is different from that of the Red Prince Magnus. Luojia, who focuses on rituals, is not best at witchcraft in single combat. On the contrary, what he is really good at is strategic spells that have been prepared for a long time.
This is the case with the Colchis inscriptions densely covered on the body of the Daemon Primarch. These words, filled with the Daemon's true name and blasphemies, are a compromise made to make up for his shortcomings in psychic abilities.
But now most of the spells in these words have been used, but Calvin in front of him has not been affected at all.
What he couldn't accept the most was the failure of the prophecy spell. That method of playing with time had been invincible in past battles, but in front of this strange "brother", Luo Jia found nothing by peering into the river of time.
He also wanted to delay some more time to sort out the chaotic energy on the staff, but Calvin was making rapid progress during the battle.
The original body's martial arts were not as poor as he said, or in other words, after being tempered by his rough stone, Calvin's combat skills were rapidly approaching the passing line for a primary body.
In the second round, Luojia had a small victory, but the crisis had emerged.
Calvin restrained his breath, and the raging power in his body was being smudged and spread by the cold silver in his soul.
Nearly one-tenth of the mass of "Hyperion's Blessing" has been released, and correspondingly, at Calvin's feet, a psychic air cushion appeared again, causing both sides to frown equally.
All the tattoos of the demon primarch also lit up. Two rounds and dozens of breaths were enough for him to fully activate the spells on his body. At this time, his body size increased slightly, which was a sign that he had completely entered the melee mode due to the increase in spells. .
The trial period ended here. After the two original bodies understood each other's power limits, they both began to come up with real methods. The crackle of static electricity and sparks appeared in the air again, and the two of them stared at each other without any deviation.
The next battle will be the time to decide the winner, and the next offensive will be as violent as thunder.
Calvin's progress made Luojia feel pressure, and the increasingly stable strength in Luojia's hands also made Calvin understand that the essence of winning or losing this battle is a race against time.
Update, Kavin is stuck and hasn’t slept for more than ten hours. I’m sorry for keeping you waiting.