The whole world was gray, and Suoshiyang felt extremely tired for some reason.
He walked toward a black lake, threw Fentian aside, and tried to wash away the blood on his hand armor.
But then, he discovered that this was not a lake, nor was it water, but blood.
He stood up and looked around, and all he saw were endless corpses, corpses in blue-purple armor and red-black armor stacked together, with either 2 or XI on their shoulders.
Everything shouldn't be like this.
Then, he saw a person in the mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. He was kneeling on the pile of corpses, holding a long knife with a lotus-shaped handle in both hands, and his long blood-stained hair covered his face.
Every time he gasped, a lot of blood would gush out.
What did you do, brother?
Everything shouldn't be like this.
Father is just using us.
I can heal you.
You will only kill me.
You used the power of false gods, and I used the power of true gods. There is no difference between us.
You have fallen.
The same to you.
Many voices intertwined in Soshyan's mind, causing him to fall into a kind of self-chaos, waiting for the void to take him away.
He seemed to be waiting for something to drag him to the afterlife, where he would be judged for all the sins he had committed and the blood on his hands.
But nothing.
Then, he found that many soldiers appeared around him, wearing red and black armor, surrounding the man in the middle, pointing their bolt guns at each other.
"Father, your command is."
Soshyan was stunned for a moment. He realized what he should do, but he couldn't say it.
Then the kneeling giant suddenly stood up and shouted something, but Soshyan could not hear it.
He rushed across the battle line at lightning speed, along the edge of the fire net, and flew down the mountain of corpses towards the storm. An unprecedented psychic charge surrounded him and became stronger and stronger.
Something was moving in the storm. Soshyan could not clearly feel what it was. It was stirring the airflow of the storm and extending from the depths of the subspace.
The thin curtain of the material world suddenly collapsed, and the flow of subspace suddenly changed the direction of all its power. The gathered energy hit the giant's body, and his aura instantly exploded with bright light.
Soon, it grew and transformed into a huge, shining monster.
Soshyan saw the incoming monster and retreated from the storm, but the current of souls dragged him along.
He became very slow, too slow.
The warriors turned their bolter fire on the giant, bullets exploding at the edge of his aura, but its remaining fury transformed him into a nova of energy.
The originally human face was twisted in pain, strength and madness, and then he stretched his arms forward.
The impact at that moment lasted forever, and hundreds of soldiers were instantly blown hundreds of meters away.
Soshyan raised his weapon again, causing the giant to scream one word.
"Immortal Starfall!"
A subspace flame burst out from the giant's body, but it instantly pointed towards nothingness and was completely consumed.
The bullet immediately broke through the thin energy, tearing open its skin, revealing the liquid flesh.
Soshiyang also prepared his own counterattack. He rushed forward, broke away from the layers of subspace flames, and Fen Tian struck the opponent with one blow.
"Ceasefire."
The storm no longer exists, and on the ground where it once sheltered lies a carbonized corpse, twisted in the pain of destroying it.
It was unusually deformed, nearly six meters long, with five arms and a string of heads growing out of its neck.
To Soshyan's surprise, the other party was still alive, even though he was dying.
The man's eyes were hollow and boiling white, and they turned to Soshyan when he walked beside him.
"Brother, I don't want this -"
"I know."
Then, a clawed, blackened hand grabbed his thigh.
"Perhaps...your path is...correct, but you must...be careful...the one holding the seal..."
"Rest in peace, brother."
There was no more response, the other party's hand fell softly, and his eyes remained motionless.
Soshiyang felt "himself" slowly squatting down, staring at the mutated body, picking up the knife that the other party dropped beside him, and felt mixed emotions in his heart for some reason.
"We are all helpless...but I believe there will be a different path."
This sentence seems to be what he said to himself.
Then, all the images and sounds began to fade away.
I don't know how long it took, but Soshyan heard another voice in his head, distant and vague.
"Hey! Wake up! Soshyan, you idiot! Wake up!"
Soshyan did not fall to death.
He just fell heavily to the ground, his whole body hurt as if on fire, and he couldn't move, speak or even blink.
Veronica's worried face entered his field of vision. This Eldar, wearing the clothes of a medical nun who didn't know where he got it from, was kneeling next to him, flipping through a medical bag in a panic - Soshyan thought a little.
Lol, she's so stupid, she doesn't even know how to use it.
Behind her stood Khayon in a cloak. It was he who appeared in time to crush all the explosions into a single point and send them into the subspace.
Therefore, almost no one was injured——
Except for Soshyan, who was closest, he was now covered in blood.
"I owe you my life."
Soshyan said this to Kayan when he lost consciousness.
Talos on the side walked over, glanced at Soshyan and Veronica, and then turned to Kayon.
"I thought you wouldn't be here. After all, it would be quite embarrassing if you bumped into Abaddon, right?"
"I came just because I knew he wasn't here."
Kayon sighed softly and then said:
"Ahriman has also come to banish the Death Star."
"he came!?"
Talos looked surprised.
"Did you fight him?"
"Um."
"Who's winning?"
"Do you have to ask such embarrassing questions?"
Kayon said, gently brushing the large scorch marks on his left arm with his right thumb——
In a space independent of reality, the Scarlet Letters advance and fire at each other.
Knowing that he could not completely defeat Ahriman in witchcraft, Khayon involved him in a sword fight. Both parties were acquaintances and knew each other's abilities - Ahriman's close combat skills cannot be said to be bad, but at least in
He is not outstanding among thousands of sons.
And Khayon is one of the few people in the legion who is better at close combat.
High King Arax was prostrate on the ground to avoid danger, his exquisite robes torn and soaked with blood.
"Kayon, I heard about your killing of Tagus Daravik, do you plan to use the same method against me?"
"No, there is a new way."
A sword hit Ahriman staggering, and Khayon suddenly pulled out the exquisite pistol and hit Ahriman's breastplate, making him lose his center of gravity.
But before Khayon could fire again, a burst of energy ripped through the air, causing Khayon to fall to the side.