Soshiyan clearly remembered that he was still fighting against the enemy in Comoros, but in a flash he came to a desolate space.
The earth here is unknown bone white, the sky is endless darkness, and the only source of light is the obelisks on the ground that emit dim green light.
Suddenly, he felt something was wrong in his heart. Soshiyang gritted his teeth and tried to suppress his frustration.
After that, he started walking, but for no reason, he looked around but still had no change. Apart from the bright light emitted by the strange green obelisks, he could only see a shiny haze at the end of the horizon.
All of this seemed futile.
"What are you looking for?"
"Who is speaking!"
As Soshiyang questioned, the light on the obelisk around him became clearer and gathered into the sky, and finally something gradually emerged in the column of light.
It was a body, with ghostly limbs, and a face that was almost impossible to see clearly.
"Are you looking for me?"
"No! Who are you? Where is this?"
"This is not anything, this is you."
As soon as Soshiyang finished speaking, the light spots scattered. He turned around in horror and found that the land he had been staggering forward was full of ghosts staring silently. Row after row, all over the mountains, were silent ghosts and shadows.
Thousands of ghosts stood motionless, and thousands of eyes gathered in him.
"this--"
"You forgot?"
A soul walked forward and Soshiyan found that he looked familiar. Then he recalled that it was the terror warrior he had killed in the first battle he led the battle group.
The other party was staring at him with soulless eyes, without saying a word.
"Let's take a look."
The echo suddenly stopped whispering in a low voice, and each syllable contained a strong force, like a cold stone that would never give up to achieve its goal.
Soshiyang looked further away. He saw the mortal soldiers who fought together in the past, many civilians, and the soldiers who died in the battle group-
"This is your source of power. They have obtained eternal relief from the past in death, and their existence will disappear forever in all memories."
The green light appeared again above Soshiyang's head, and now its light was blazing, and the endless ghosts in the field seemed to respond, with faint crying, moaning and pain.
The endless ghosts on this originally quiet land became clear, their faces twisted into chaotic pain and self-disappointment, and countless eyes stared at Soshiyang with hatred.
The next moment, they rushed towards the sky wildly, gathering into a real form.
"No! That's definitely not!"
As soon as he opened his mouth, Soshiyan's answer was firmly refuted.
"That's it, there is never a force in the universe that is worthless."
As soon as the speech fell, the earth in front of Soshiyang suddenly burst out, and the crack directly opened into a huge arc on the ground, and then a deep round pit surrounding him was shining.
The soil in the circle disappeared without a trace, and Soshiyang quickly retreated, and a crack appeared in the round pit, and a strong light shot out from it.
Finally, a towering silver god slowly rose up and formed into one with the shape of the sky, and then fell in front of Soshyang.
Or, that is Soshiyang himself.
After the other Soshiyang landed on the ground, he raised his head and stared at him coldly, and suddenly a smile appeared on his face.
Soshiyan never imagined that a smile could be without any emotion or emotion. It was the most straightforward, pure, and mechanical smile that made people chill, just like a metal mask.
"Look, this is what you are looking for, this is me, this is you, the product of an ambitious man who attempts to usurp the power of God."
After saying that, the metal-like face loosened slightly, and the other Soshiyang suddenly turned around and raised his head slightly, as if he was looking at something in the sky.
"You planned to let us eat so many souls and so many brothers, have you ever thought that one day I would revive and swallow you? My dearest, the most sly brother."
With this last sentence, the ground under Soshiyang's feet suddenly cracked, and he was caught off guard and was directly sucked into the endless darkness below, until his consciousness was surrounded by endless pain and wailing.
Just as he fell down, a hand suddenly dragged his shoulder and spoke, a loud and terrifying sound shaking the field.
"Immortal Star Falls, you'd better keep sleeping."
Soshyan found himself back to his original position, a towering giant standing in front of him with his back to him.
Soshiyang, who looked up at the sky, suddenly turned back, and his original mechanical face twisted.
"No!!! Absolutely not!!!!"
“What happens, what happens, what happens—”
The clowns were also stunned, and a series of repeated inquiries were compiled into a series of whispers, echoing in the streets.
At this time, the conspiracy group that broke through the red letter blocking also chased after him.
"Soshiyan, don't be in love with the fight."
Kayang stood up from the ground, grabbed Soshiyang's shoulder, and the moment the other party turned around and looked at him, he suddenly withdrew it back like an electric shock.
"you--"
He could sense that a cold and hungry vicious will suddenly awaken in Soshiyang's blood, and was observing the world through Soshiyang's eyes...
"No!"
Suddenly, Soshiyang under the helmet shouted in a low voice, and he bit his lips tightly until he bite blood.
"Get out of my head...get out."
The next moment, the vicious will that Kayang sensed disappeared, but Soshiyan seemed to have experienced a big battle and fell to the ground.
"Kill them-"
But as soon as they opened their mouths, the ground suddenly trembled. The tremor was so strong that many spiritual races, known for their flexibility, fell down.
However, what is even more terrifying is that the harlequins discovered that the mutation did not come from their feet, but from the sky.
"Black Sun..."
The troupe looked up at the black sun hanging above Comoros, his tone filled with incredible.
The cold black sun showed a crack that could be seen in the naked eye.
Taking advantage of the shock of the spirit races and the opportunity when Soshiyang's grey graft faded, Kayang drew out six blank cards, and with a wave of his hand, nailed it to the ground to surround the three of them, and then drove the psychic energy.
At the moment when the six cards burned, accompanied by a flash, the three of them disappeared directly.
The clowns who came back to their senses rushed forward, but they saw the enemy still. The leader of the silent shrouded troupe pulled out a half-burned card from the ground, twisted it and rubbed it on his fingertips, as if thinking or recalling something.
"This kind of trick... I always feel a little familiar. I have never heard of the character Asar, but another person..."
At this time, the film and television operators also came to the troupe leader, looked at the burnt circles and remaining cards on the ground, and whispered: