Fine, If You Kill Me, I'll Just Revive Anyway
He needed time to digest this information, time to adjust his strategy, and time - just as he thought of this, the communication array rang again.
It is not a record officer, but a real-time battlefield communication. It has the highest priority and cannot be refused.
Silent King Open subpoena.
The flagship of Blade Phaeron appeared in the holographic projection, the huge sickle-shaped battleship, which was spinning crazily in the void at the moment.
It's not that it's spinning, but something is punching through it from the inside.
A golden beam of light penetrated from the bow to the stern of the ship, cutting the entire battleship in half.
In the beam of light, there was a blue figure, holding a dark green thing in his hand - that was Blade Phaeron.
Titus.
Three minutes ago, the prediction matrix of Blade Phaeron was completely overloaded.
His processor is filled with countless phantoms of the future, each phantom is Titus's sword, every phantom is golden light, and every phantom is his defeat.
He wanted to retreat, to reorganize his defense, and to reassess this opponent.
But Titus's sword was like gangrene attached to the bone, giving him no chance to breathe at all.
Titus's Power Sword was chopped down again, and the blue-gold flame left a deep ravine on Blackstone Armor.
Not one line, but a series.
His sword light formed a line, slashing from the left side of Blade Phaeron to the right side, from the chest to the back, and from the top of the head to the soles of the feet.
Wherever the sword light passed, Blackstone Armor tore like tissue paper, Necrodermis's body shattered like tofu, and green energy spurted out like blood.
Blade Phaeron's body was beaten back continuously by the continuous attacks.
Every time he takes a step back, Titus takes a step forward.
Every time he blocks, Titus will strike out with three swords.
Every time he is injured, Titus's offensive becomes stronger.
They fought from the bridge to the corridor, from the corridor to the hangar, and from the hangar to the lower deck of the battleship.
Titus's sword light carved a thorough corridor on the wall of Blackstone. The corridor was as straight as a line and ran through the entire battleship.
Blackstone fragments are floating in the void, like green snowflakes.
The light of C'tan energy still remains in those fragments, shining with the last glimmer in the vacuum.
Titus held Blade Phaeron's neck and rushed out of the corridor into the empty universe.
Blade Phaeron's Necrodermis's body was in pieces, with his left arm broken at the shoulder level, his breastplate completely shattered, and his helmet flying to nowhere, revealing the cold face made of metal and energy underneath.
But his eyes were still bright, and the green light flickered in the vacuum.
Titus didn't give him any chance to breathe.
In a vacuum, his movements are faster, fiercer, and more unstoppable than in a battleship.
Smart Atoms was running wildly inside his body, providing him with breathing, pressure, and temperature protection, allowing his body to completely adapt to the vacuum environment.
His Power Sword was burning with a blue-gold flame, and the flame was even more intense and dazzling in the vacuum.
He slashed it with his sword, and Blade Phaeron's right arm flew away from his body.
Another sword strike, left leg.
Another sword strike, right leg.
Blade Phaeron's body rotates in the vacuum, like a meteor that has been shot away.
Titus chased after him and struck him in the chest with another sword.
Dark green energy spurted out from the wound and condensed into tiny crystals in the vacuum.
The surrounding Necron Warriors want to rescue, but their battleship has been surrounded by Ultramarines.
Caphalon led a team of people to block the hangar exit, and Seratus led another team of people to destroy all the phase portals.
Those Necron Warriors lost the channel for regeneration and could only fall one after another under the sword of Ultramarines.
A Ultramarines stood in the void, looking at Blade Phaeron who was being beaten violently by Titus in the distance, and suddenly sighed, "This is the real Space Marines.
Only a warrior who can travel between stars deserves to be called Space Marines."
Another Ultramarines nodded. "In the past, those who could only fight on the surface of the planet were called planetary warriors at most."
The third Ultramarines added, "Yes, we are worthy of our name.
If you have 'interstellar' in your name, you must be able to fight among the stars."
Their conversation spread throughout the battlefield through the communication channel, reaching the ears of every Ultramarines, and also reaching some places that shouldn't be heard.
In the internal communication channel of Chaos Space Marines, a Chaos Lord of the Black Legion is monitoring this battle.
When he heard this, the expression on his face became extremely wonderful.
What are these guys talking about?
Please don't change the definition of Space Marines without authorization, okay?
The name Space Marines has been around since the Great Crusade era. Who could physically fly into the universe at that time?
Who can survive in a vacuum?
Who can travel between the stars?
That's not Space Marines, that's Primarch!
That's a demigod!
He opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but found that he could not say anything convincing.
Because those blue lunatics are indeed traveling between the stars, they are indeed surviving in the vacuum, and they are indeed pressing the Necrons army to the ground.
He was silent for a long time, then closed the communication channel, turned around and said to his men, "When you see Ultramarines in the future, walk around."
The subordinate asked, "Why?"
Chaos Lord looked at his innocent face and hesitated to speak. Finally, he only said one sentence, "Because they are the real Space Marines."
Titus's sword finally stopped.
It's not because he is tired, but because Blade Phaeron has completely lost his ability to fight.
He had no limbs, his breastplate was shattered, his helmet flew to nowhere, and only his torso and head were still barely connected together.
Dark green energy seeped out from each of his wounds, forming a shimmering mist in the vacuum.
In his eyes, the green light had dimmed like a candle in the wind, but it was still bright, still staring at Titus.
Titus grabbed his neck and lifted him in front of him.
Their faces were less than half a meter apart, and blue-gold light and faint green light intertwined in the vacuum.
"You lost." Titus's voice came out through Power Armour's loudspeaker. Although it could not be transmitted in a vacuum, Blade Phaeron's sensor clearly received every word.
Blade Phaeron looked at him and was silent for a long time.
His emotional simulation system was running wildly, trying to extract some appropriate response from the current state.
Fear?
No, he is one of Necrons Phaeron, Silent King and Three Saints.
Angry?
Nor should he, that would only make his failure look even more ridiculous.
Sad?
His logic array negates this option.
"You are strong."
Blade Phaeron finally spoke, and the voice was transmitted directly to Titus's receiver through his communication module, cold and calm:
"Stronger than any enemy I have encountered in 65 million years.
And I bet you are stronger than your so-called Primarch."