Chapter 472 Black and Red, the Plan in the Shadows (Fifty-Seven) Time for the Decisive Battle

Chapter 472 Black and Red, the Plan in the Shadows (Fifty-Seven) Decisive Battle - Time

The wind is howling.

The edges of the blunt weapons gleam with copper light, and the cold edges of the swords and claws are scratched with tiny traces of light.

The weapons tear the air as they swing, and then collide with the same kind or heavier armor in the scream, making a tooth-grinding cry.

Fire, the flames are colliding.

Two souls who also have legendary experiences in the eyes of others have built their own different but equally strong beliefs based on the things or logic they firmly believe in during their long lives. And the countless fires of thought that make up these beliefs are penetrating and squeezing each other in the spiritual level at a frequency that mortals cannot imagine.

This is the most naked and tragic collision and destruction of the flesh between creatures at the top of life. This is the most cruel collision and war between two monsters at the level of thought and spirit. And in this pure battle without the use of external forces, Calvin rarely, for the first time, did not gain an overwhelming advantage.

In the millisecond-level battle, the Primarch was fighting both the consciousness and the physical level. Countless illusions surrounded his consciousness, and countless inducements restrained his spirit. In the split second, he followed his instinct to take a step back, and after the illusion faded like a tide, the heavy scepter tore through the air and hit his shoulder heavily.

The Illuminator swayed lightly in the hands of the demon Primarch, and the damage to Calvin's shoulder armor slowly disappeared in the pale silver glow. The two blurred figures once again turned from the extreme dynamics to the sacred static like a sculpture, and this time it was obviously not Calvin who had the upper hand.

"Very good armor, very good power. But unfortunately, neither your heart nor your martial arts are worthy of them."

Lorgar looked at "Hyberion's Blessing" with admiration and fear, but the ridicule of Calvin in his mind did not stop, but continued with the offensive that was launched again in the next second. The words of mortals are too inefficient in this millisecond battle, and the collision of consciousness and thinking is the main way for them to communicate.

After taking a breath, the two giants rushed towards each other again, the hammers and scepters in their hands sometimes turned into phantoms, and sometimes stirred up air currents due to collisions. The narrow underground cave was full of flying sand and rocks, and even the ancient lamps on the stone walls were shattered by the flying debris.

The light in the cave gradually dimmed, and the pupils of the two beasts slowly contracted in the change of light and shadow.

The picture stopped again, and Calvin and Lorgar just exchanged positions. Calvin in the shadow closed his eyes, stirring his psychic energy to dispel the whispers in his ears. Lorgar, who was ten steps away, seemed to be at ease, but there were traces of thunder burning on his trembling hands hidden behind him.

The first round, a draw.

But a draw was the biggest insult to Lorgar. He had gone through so much trouble to get to where he is now, not to end up with a draw in a contest with a newborn Primarch.

The storm was born from the void, the unborn's evil smile loomed from the illusion, and a halo covered with Colchis inscriptions lit up in the black curse light, and the sacred gold on the halo, which once represented the human race, had become dim and stagnant.

Despair, distortion, corruption, mutation... How much hope there was on the dark golden halo, and how much despair it was now endowed with.

The soul of the fallen primarch seemed to have gained eternal sublimation, and hidden behind this gift was the solidification that could not be concealed by the gods and chaos.

The entire Morro and even the entire Janmorro were responding to Lorgar's call, and the huge dark power gathered from the void and finally condensed on the luxurious staff like a teardrop.

The blasphemy and distortion power adorned its body, making every soul who was unfortunate enough to see it feel a sense of sin and ugliness.

"I don't know what those Grey Knights and the Custodians have taught you, nor do I know how ridiculous it is 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 greatest loss."

Another mental shock hidden under many illusions in the battle, and the pure black will of the demon Primarch was like a venomous snake. After distracting Calvin's attention, it once again forced his defensive posture to have an unprecedented flaw.

The Primarch tried his best to make up for the battle situation in embarrassment, while Lorgar and the dark tide behind him reached an unprecedented peak.

Calvin looked at Lorgar in silence. 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 movement trajectory of the demon Primarch was constantly captured and summarized by the brain, and then packaged into a separate model and added to the "deduction" process, while his main energy could still maintain the frontal battle.

Calvin certainly noticed the darkness that condensed into substance above Janmorro, but he also firmly believed that the moment the darkness reached its peak, it was also the beginning of its fading. As long as he survived the strongest phase of the enemy, he would have the opportunity to win.

His intuition was not wrong, because the demon primarch in front of him was far from being as relaxed as he appeared. Although Lorgar had the advantage in the battle, it was only because of his combat experience.

The psychic power he relied on the most was different from that of the Red Prince Magnus. Lorgar, who focused on rituals, was not best at sorcery in single combat. On the contrary, what he was really good at was actually strategic spells that had been prepared for a long time.

The dense Colchis inscriptions on the body of the demon primarch were like this. These words, engraved with the real names of demons and blasphemous words, were a compromise made to make up for his lack of psychic power.

But now most of the spells in these words have been used up, and 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 kind of means of playing with time was invincible in the past battles, but in front of this strange "brother" in front of him, Lorgar gained nothing by peeping into the long river of time.

He still wanted to sort out the chaotic energy on his staff to delay some time, but Calvin in the battle was making rapid progress.

The Primarch's martial arts were not as poor as he said, or rather, after being honed by this rough stone, Calvin's fighting skills were rapidly approaching the passing line of a Primarch.

In the second round, Lorgar won a small victory, but the crisis was already there.

Calvin restrained his breath, and the surging power in his body was being stained and spread by the cold silver in his soul.

"Hyberion's Blessing" had released nearly one-tenth of its mass, and the corresponding psychic air cushion appeared again under Calvin's feet, which made both sides frown.

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 had slightly increased, which was a sign that he had completely entered the melee mode under the spell amplification.

The trial phase ended here. After knowing each other's power limits, the two Primarchs began to use their real means. The crackling sound of static electricity and sparks appeared in the air again, and the eyes of the two people were also fixed on each other without a slight deviation.

The next battle will determine the winner, and the next offensive will be as violent as thunder.

Calvin's progress put pressure on Lorjia, and the increasingly stable power in Lorjia's hands also made Calvin understand that the essence of winning or losing this battle is a race against time.

Update, Calvin was desperate and didn't sleep for more than ten hours. Sorry to have kept you waiting for a long time.