"Ha! Weren't you acting all high and mighty just now?" Seeing Leman Russ so battered and weak, the Rotted Coffin Dragon Lord's claws struck with the intent to torment rather than kill.
Before long, Leman Russ had become a man covered in blood, bleeding wounds covering his entire body. His ornate armor lay scattered across the ground, and his breathing gradually weakened. The Rotted Coffin Dragon Lord sharpened his claws, preparing to deliver the final blow.
"Horus..."
Horus? Who was Horus? What was he talking about?
"Horus..."
Stop calling out! If you're going to die, then wait obediently for death!
"Horus!"
Heh, still so spirited despite being severely wounded? Once I rip your lungs out of your body, let's see if you can still shout so loudly! Die!
The Rotted Coffin Dragon Lord raised his claws, ready to slice Leman Russ into five pieces. At that moment, Leman Russ's eyes widened as he glared fixedly at the Rotted Coffin Dragon Lord, his mouth opening wide in a roar.
"Horus! Why did you betray us!"
That roar made the Rotted Coffin Dragon Lord, who had believed victory was assured, tremble with fear. He had never felt such grief and rage, such despair, or such terrifying hatred. He swore that even if the souls of the millions of corpses he had killed and enslaved accused him all at once, they would not compare to Leman Russ now.
"You..." The Rotted Coffin Dragon Lord's voice trembled. He suddenly realized that Leman Russ had blocked his descending claw.
His sharp instinct for death made the Rotted Coffin Dragon Lord immediately beat his wings and fly backward. At the same time, his nimble tongue rapidly traced magic within his mouth before firing it at Leman Russ, whose killing intent was surging! Rising! Exploding!
"Horus! Horus!