Seeing a strong man suddenly appear, Garmozejie was surprised, but he was not panicked yet, because he still had a trump card-
The son of the Second Legion explored powerful spiritual power and gathered a vast force from Igosermo's soul on the verge of shattering. Then he poured it into a bizarre bird-like statue - it was crawling on a claw-shaped altar, burning all over by the scorching spirit flames.
In an instant, the flame of the sky spread in the space, turning it into a vibrant and scorching sun, and a giant ring of mighty light was painted in everyone's pupils.
"Garmozejie!!!"
Igosermo wiped away the tears of fire from the corners of his eyes, and the etheric light that penetrated his soul brought him an endless pain - this was the pain of curse, and also the pain of endless disasters.
Failed...completely failed...
He failed the general of Zhan, defeated the name of Qianzi, and even let down his wisdom for many years of belief.
The lush bird feathers bent his backbone, and the milky white bird of prey replaced his clever hands. The glorious dream that glorified this life finally ended up in such a field. The past fantasies were distorted by reality into extremely blasphemous graffiti, and began to mock this arrogant and ignorant self.
The most terrifying transformation of the spiritual energy comes from the gradual collapse of the mind. The surging etheric waves smashed Igosemor's mind into a broken silver mirror - endless meaningless thoughts clenched his mind at the same time, and billions of terrifying mixed voices filled his mind, scrambling to seize any opportunity to shake his eardrums.
The voice belonging to Igosemor is rapidly disappearing and gradually drowning into the noisy quagmire of chaos.
In a few minutes, or even seconds, Igosermo will completely fall into the abyss of logically perverted blood sea, and will always forget everything he had ever had.
"ah!!!!!"
Suddenly, another new rage flame pierced Igosemmo's body. The heart-wrenching torture made him tremble all over, and a burst of molten metal-like silver light was stirred up on the bird feathers covering his whole body.
He could clearly feel Garmozej's spell—it whistled in the vast ocean, constantly providing him with the energy needed for Nirvana.
Igosermo was even curious about how the other party knew such profound skills?
Has this spell turned into reality with his own strength alone? Introducing fragmented consciousness into the nine realms?
Igosermo's existence was already very blurry, and he could even clearly see them gradually dusting off the dust that had covered his body for thousands of years, revealing the evil and evil silver body.
“I have a plan—”
Igosermo moaned in a low voice, and couldn't help but recall the discussion between him and Jaegermozejie on the battlefield a few days ago. At that time, the other party formally proposed the idea of ambushing Soshiyan. Although he knew it was a bit risky, even so, Igosermo still believed in this plan and gave Garmozejie the greatest trust.
Why? How could he be so outrageously wrong? Why did he believe that this taboo method would not cause any trouble? Why did he let the other party implement the plan even though he knew there was a clue?
As early as the two of them discussed, they were already in a state of doom, right?
Even death has become a luxury for Igosemor at this moment - he can only watch himself transformed into a demon with little consciousness and be controlled by the other party, while constantly roaring in pain, while enduring the eternal torture of heart-wrenching hearts.
"So you have planned it long ago..."
Igosermo cleared the last trace of unwillingness in his soul and exhaled in pain.
Garmozejie had been tampering with his spirit for a long time!
However, I was unaware of it!
"Garmozejie!!!"
The huge wings appeared from behind with a click, and a smokey feather appeared.
Igosermo became a real demon with sharp claws on his toes and trampled strangely. One of his clawed hands held a hook-shaped sword that looked like a mirror, and the other hand was tightly holding an indigo-green crystal staff, with a changing emblem on it.
Looking at the figure that had previously split it into two, it tilted its bird's head, opened its beak and smiled again, and an indescribable tone gathered in its voice.
"Oh? That's it?"
The man walked out of the shadow and saw him wearing a black body with a strange power armor surrounded by golden flame patterns on his edge. He had a skeleton-shaped sky eagle emblem on his chest and a helmet with blood-colored wings on his head.
Looking at the huge demon, he tilted his head and then quickly pulled out the bomb gun hanging on his thigh.
As the muzzle spewed out blue flames, explosive bombs with golden tails rushed out of the chamber.
The bullets caught the demon, and its messy feathers deformed and fell off and broke from the roots.
As they broke, thick liquid silver flowed out of the wound, with a few drops splashing out like a handful of coins.
But it is still laughing.
Then, Tsengchi's demon smashed its staff on the pedestal, and used the characteristics of this space to quickly extract the power of the unchanging crystal maze in Tsengchi's realm.
In an instant, everything began to change, and even time itself began to slow down.
Only Soshiyan saw everything happening with a clear eye.
Every smoke, every flame that flashed from the demon's hated body.
He saw Seveta's chain saw slowly spinning, and the fire reflected from the skeleton sky eagle.
Then he saw the demon moving during this slow time, raised his ugly hand and summoned a ball of hell flame.
Then it turned that hand and ignited Sevita.
Soshiyang's angry roar was also locked by the slow time around, and he could only watch the Crow Prince burning, and the flames flowed on the armor like burning candles.
But then, another flame surged out from inside Saiveta's power armor, instantly destroying the magic fire.
It was a blue flame,
If one blow fails, the demon put away his wings and smashed it at Sevita. The first company commander of the former Eighth Legion fired three times in a row, hitting its torso twice, and the third shot shattered a twisted horn on its head.
This should kill it, but that's not, the creation of subspace wouldn't be that simple.
The two fought together, and the claws fought against the chain saw.
Although Seveta has a very advantage in skills and speed, the demon also has unpredictable witchcraft. After it was cut off from its left arm by a chainsaw halberd, it suddenly summoned crystals and pressed Seveta's back down to the ground.
But then, Soshiyan saw something as if it was flying by next to him—
That was a strange-shaped knife like a bird's feather, almost as big as his palm, with a silk thread tied behind it, a silk thread that was slim, but flashed with a strange luster.