Yugslav was so shocked that he cared about family affection. After all, family affection itself is not very important to the Dark Spirit Clan, but his sister who was both true and son was not only his sister, but also his future wife.
In order to ensure that the purity of family blood and wealth status of the Comoros aristocrats did not expel the marriage of close relatives. Yugslav's mother and the chief think tank of the Silver Tooth Conspiracy Party, he asked him to ensure his sister's safety before this looting operation.
Originally, he thought the action was very simple and there would be no accidents at all, so he did not force his sister to stay by his side - in fact, he also knew that his sister was spoiled by her mother and often had sex with other men, but he didn't care much.
As long as the sister does not have any accidents and makes him unable to explain to his mother. Anyway, he has several lovers himself, so it is enough to breed purely heirs with his sister to ensure his status in the family.
"You... say it again."
"Your sister... was killed by a group of monkey Chaos wizards."
Yugslav took a deep breath, clenched the decapitation knife in his hand, and asked softly.
“Where are they…?”
At this time, on the berth of the Lost Word, Kayang was checking the female dark spirit race that was killed by Soshiyang because he found that the other party's weapons were not too delicate and gorgeous.
Soon, Kayang discovered a complicated tattoo behind the other party.
"It's a little troublesome...Is this a true child or a nobleman."
Kayang stared at the tattoos on the corpse's snow-white back, and then moved his fingers to an inconspicuous tattoo, which were two crossed snake teeth.
"This is the symbol of the Silver Tooth Conspiracy Group, and only the core members will carry it."
Talos, who was beside him, said:
"Are we so lucky? We will kill a nobleman as soon as we arrive. Then will we fight the young man and the old man have a bloody drama?"
Kayang shook his head.
"If it was an ordinary conspiracy group warrior, she probably wouldn't, but she has a relatively high status. It is possible that someone will come to us for revenge, just like you said."
"Then let them do it."
Soshiyang said indifferently, then suddenly turned his head.
Not far away, three figures moved in complete silence at incredible speed, which was the conceived illusion, hovering at the edge of sight, like the lurking shadow of death.
They rotate and sway in movement at extremely fast speeds, without any movement in the movement, just as the composer was immersed in his own symphony.
As the three shadows approached a certain distance between the three, the air between them began to flicker and liquefy, and darkness passed through the floor like a water curtain, sparks burst out from the air, causing mysterious ripples like starlight.
Soon, they rushed from one side of the berth to the other side, and the undulating energy field surrounding them began to rise and fall with the ripples, scattering the drops of black light onto the shadows of the three.
Just as the three of them were talking, the fluctuations began to become intense and gradually increased.
"Here you come."
Soshiyang, who turned his head, pulled the trigger of the explosive gun and retreated at the same time, drew his sword, slashed, and completed it in one go.
After slashing a shadow, his sword collided with a sickle-shaped blade with a faint light.
"It's Mandela."
Kayang also made a counterattack at the first time. The surging psychic lightning directly shattered a shadow, but the opponent immediately condensed and formed again, while Talos's chain saw also fell into vacancies.
The sneak attack failed, and three sneak attackers finally appeared.
They are one of the most bizarre lives Soshyan has ever seen, or they are already closer to subspace creatures.
Generally speaking, they are still the outline of a spiritual race, but their skin is purely black, painted with blasphemy runes, absorbing rather than reflecting light. The lifeless face is constantly twisting like oil, sometimes a faceless mask, sometimes a bloody mouth full of sharp teeth, and a pale bone color. A blue-white cold flame condensed on the fingertips of both hands, and also holding a dark blue blade.
The three of them gathered slowly, and Talos asked in a low voice.
"What's this?"
"Mandela, a alien species of the Dark Spirit Clan, but even the Dark Spirit Clan itself would be afraid of this kind of thing. According to some spirits, in the most crazy period before the Great Death, the ancient Spirit Clan empire lived in the Internet-language combination of the Demon Immortal Sect and the Demon Immortality. The descendant was Mandela. Others believed that these living shadows came from a forbidden Indulgent cult. They fled into the nightmare shadow of the immaterial world and merged with those unnatural things to escape the influence of the Great Death. In short, no matter which statement, they could be sure that they were a semi-subspace creature. Have you seen the green symbols on them?"
Talos glanced and saw that the symbols on Mandela's skin were glowing green.
"See it."
"When devouring the fear and pain of the victims, their tattoos emit a poisonous green light, and even steal vitality. What condenses on their claws is an ice flame that can freeze the soul."
"So, how to fight."
"Simple."
Kayang said, stretching out his hands, one left and one right, gently touching Soshiyan and Talos' weapons, and a sudden blue flame enveloped it.
"Just fight normally."
"Then go!"
As soon as the three Space Marines moved, the three Mandelas also moved. They were silent and their bodies grew, stretched, thickened, tangled, and intertwisted like real shadows, ignoring all physical laws.
The next moment, they flashed around the three of them in different postures and directions, and sharp claws and sharp blades all appeared.
In response, Soshiyang turned around and stabbed a sword. Talos turned around and slashed, and Kayang directly closed his palms.
The majestic spiritual energy suddenly burst out, and at that moment the three Mandelas were like rocks on the coast, hit by an energy tsunami. They tasted cold pain for the first time in their lives, making them scream.
Then the weapons attached with psychic energy quickly cut them off and cut them open.
The thick ink-like substance spread in the air, like a thick smoke. The three Mandelas curled up in pain, and finally merged into the ground and disappeared quickly.
"Dead?"
"No, but we should have hit them hard and will not show up again in a short time."
Soshiyan looked at the places where the weird creatures disappeared and whispered:
"It should be someone who assigned them."
"careful!"
Kayang suddenly shouted loudly, and then the three of them quickly retreated with great understanding and entered the area covered by the shadows of the warship.
Then a large area of poison crystals covered the area they were originally in.
"It's those three ape wizards! They are Tsengchi's believers! Kill them!"