Rozim looked at Xinlata, looking at the blood that should have been shed by him, then sighed softly and whispered:
"I don't know who you are or what your purpose is, but you saved me three times. That's enough. If you need any help from me, you can tell me."
Sinlata smiled slightly, took out his sunglasses from his breast pocket with his blood-stained hands, and put them on his bloody face.
"It was an...interesting trip."
He panted, his breathing gradually weakening.
"But I can't help but continue walking with you later--"
Sinlata paused and glanced at Rozim's belt.
"But the journey has come to an end. Keep it, or call it to your Chapter Master. We...will see you again."
After saying that, he dropped his head and completely lost his breath.
Rozim was stunned. He didn't expect that the first person in the team to die would be Sinlata, this seemingly omnipotent guy.
Just when he felt a little sad, Xinlata's body gradually dissipated, like countless green fireflies, melting into the world. Even his knife.
"Boss, he...is dead."
Karen's tone was very sad. He introduced Sinlata into the team, but he didn't expect that it would end like this.
"Ah, he said he would see you again. I believe this guy. He never broke his promise."
Rozim stood up, patted the mud on his body, and looked at the sky again. Although it was still cloudy, at least there was no storm.
"Let's go, we have to find a way to get back to the ship."
"Leave? Can you leave?"
A voice suddenly sounded.
At that moment, a feeling engulfed Rozim, like fingers tracing across his spine.
That's not just a threat, it's much more terrifying than that.
He turned around and saw a tiny golden flame appearing more than ten meters away. It surrounded and connected to him, devouring him until it turned into a circle, a passage, and a door.
It seemed that a person walked in through it, and the bright light surrounded him, making Rozim shed tears the moment he saw it.
Rozim blinked, and the light flickered and dissipated, leaving only the silhouette of the man.
It was a man, a tall man with amber skin, a man wearing fine cobalt blue robes and fine boots.
The man walked with a long stick. When he saw Rozim, he laughed and his golden eyes lit up.
Rozim also noticed the symbol of the Tribunal on the other party's body, and suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
"It seems you noticed who I am, mortal."
The man smiled and extended his hand.
"Give me what you got, and I promise to forgive your sins."
"Uh, this-"
Rozim hesitated for a moment, he knew that offending the Inquisition was not a good thing, not only himself, but also the war group would be implicated.
As for why a judge appeared here, he didn't think much about it.
Just when he was beginning to waver, Karen suddenly came up to him and whispered:
"Boss...this guy smells wrong! He smells worse than Super Psychic Boy!"
Hearing what he said, Rozim was shocked. He had been in green society and knew what Karen was talking about.
A big tribe may not have one Super Psychic Boy. They are all very powerful characters. Green skins are more sensitive to psionic energy. If Karen says that the other party's taste is stronger than that of Super Psychic Boy, then it means that this is
A very perverted psyker.
Would such a person be a judge?
Rozim immediately became alert and took a step back.
"Wait a minute, who is your last name and what proof do you have? I need to contact my superiors first."
The man smiled and shook his head.
"I didn't want to do this. After all, I'm not interested in your lives."
As he spoke, his blue uniform turned into cobalt blue armor plates and metal, the pendants on his body turned into a golden frame, and the long staff turned into a coiled staff with a violet crystal on the top.
Grow big and expand, become huge, terrible and ancient.
In the end, he turned into a heretic monster, wearing a mask with horns and one eye on his forehead.
"My name is Azek Ahriman. Maybe you don't know this name, but it doesn't matter."
Along with the terrifying words, more cobalt blue giants came out. Their python-shaped crowns were so dazzling, but their movements were indescribably stiff.
"You...fuck you!"
Rozim shouted these words like a dagger to the mage, his muscles fighting against nothingness, veins bulging out as he tried to pull out the hidden pistol.
"Heretic trash."
He struggled to speak through his teeth.
"I know! You have been waiting here for a long time. You led us and the devil here!"
Ahriman tilted his head and looked at this mortal patiently through the crystal goggles.
"My name is Ahriman."
He seemed offended, and the real voice was accented but very elegant High Gothic.
"And it wasn't me who led you here. You reached this ending with your own free will, just like everyone else."
Hank Evans was left sobbing, and now he was on his knees, terrified.
"Then you changed your choice."
At his words, lightning appeared around Rozim, fear appeared in the adventurer's heart, and his nose began to bleed.
He struggled to break through the restraints imposed on him by the mage. His bones made a clicking sound and his eyes popped out.
"First of all, I personally don't like violence very much."
Ahriman said.
"But the reality is that there are always no more options."
He raised his hand, and all the Silent Warriors moved in unison, as if they were completely controlled by the mage's thoughts.
They raised their ancient weapons, but before they could fire, a bang shattered the air.
Ahriman staggered, and the mage's restraint on Rozim was released.
He turned around and saw Keren standing up, holding a big gun in one hand. Then the green-skinned mechanic spoke without raising his voice. But the voice still came through, bright and clear.
"Fuck you, you psychotic boy."
Ahriman looked at him, took off his mask, and revealed his face.
The Thousand Word Wizard's skin has a crystal texture, reflecting light slightly, like a piece of clear amber.
"vulgar."
He gently brought the staff to the ground, and the surrounding stones began to bubble and deform. When Karen fired at him again, he drew the staff through the air, instantly summoning a storm, catching every bullet and detonating it.
they.
At this moment, the surrounding mud and jungle turned into a ferocious pyramid made of marble, mirrors and blinking eyes. Huge glass shards sprayed out from above, surrounding Rozim and the other two like claws.
The summoned storm became more violent and darker. Even at this time, Rozim seemed to be able to see the wizard's eyes looking at him from his mirror altar.
Then he began to speak in a stormy voice.
"Then I have to kill you."
"Ahriman, you can kill no one."
Suddenly, with a cold voice, the pyramid shattered.