Throwing the bomb gun that was shot to the side, Soshiyang held the sword tightly with both hands. Through the light, he saw that Talos had also discarded the bomb gun, and their plasma weapons had long since exhausted their energy.
Soshiyang roared and jumped up towards the death jester standing in the middle, pressing one of them to the ground with unresponsiveness. With the smooth movement, he raised his sword over his head and stabbed into his opponent's spine. The clown wearing a death mask immediately began to spasm and then returned to stillness.
When Soshiyan split the enemy's corpse, a hell-owned energy ejected from Philo Ronana's power staff, burning another spirit race to ashes.
As he turned to attack the next enemy, a rain of bullets hit his armor.
Alpha think tank quickly slashed the power scepter down, but the harlem moved faster. He jumped away from his stance wave and tried to shoot a gust of bullets into the think tank's breastplate.
Although Philo Ronana's scepter did not hit the target, it cut off the opponent's weapon. The stuck gun was sprayed weakly. Then the two of them threw away the entangled weapons in unison, as if they were going to fight.
But as a think tank, Philo Rona was not that stupid. He directly sent out an energy spear, hitting the abdomen of the spirit race and piercing a smooth hole.
The harlequin staggered for a few steps, then knelt on the ground—it seemed as if the eyes hidden behind the slender helmet were staring at him.
Philo Ronana took a step forward and slammed the opponent with his squirm of power, knocking the alien's head out of his shoulders.
Faced with almost endless enemies, Kayang finally realized that the existing methods were difficult to get out of it, so after repelling the siege of several film and television artists, he chose the ultimate method.
Kayang dragged a dying harlequin and pulled out a ritual dagger to press it against its abdomen.
"Sorry, this may hurt a little, but please feel free, I'll try to get faster."
As he said, the jagged blade easily pierced the spirit bone armor and the flesh covered under it. The spirit screamed in pain, and blood splattered, drawing an arc.
Kayang rotated his blade, murmured the spell, while his other hand picked up the heavy book wrapped in human skin wrapped around his belt with chains...
As the spell was chanted, the harlequin was held high in the air by growing blood, and the blood spreads in the air and gradually becomes darker.
After untiing the chains wrapped around the book, Kayang inserted his free hand into the wound on the alien abdomen.
He twisted his fingers as if he tried to open a latch.
The spirit tribe screamed again, and then the scream turned abruptly to silence, but the scream immediately attracted the attention of the film and television workers.
"What is he going to do!"
"Stop him!"
But Soshiyang was already standing in front of Kayang, and the harlequins could not cross this high wall for Kayang's guardians.
At this time, the book was already hanging in the air and controlled by the blood of the spirit race.
Kayang retracted his hand and took a step back, then took another step. A ribbon of blood and flesh followed his hand, and he let the blood drip splatter on the screaming demon face on the cover, forming a strange figure.
"Sing...the final chapter of the Dark Prince."
Kayang whispered as the air became unpleasant. At this time, the book slowly opened and bursts of sound came from it, just like the howling of wild beasts in the distance.
Qianzi then held the Blade of the Ritual with his blood-stained hand and began to carve the seal of the Dark Prince on the corpse of the twitching clown. He chanted while he was chanting, and howling louder and louder, as if the things he awakened were getting closer, and the frost of subspace spread across the armor and eyepieces of the space warriors around him.
As Alpha, who has been wandering among the Chaos forces for a long time, they are not surprised by this. Only Philo Ronana looked at Kayang and frowned slightly. He did not like to deal with demons, but there seemed to be no better way at the moment.
The next second, the harlequin hanging in the air suddenly began to thrust, and then it collapsed in its own body with a terrible sound, as if something was about to pull it out of a pinhole.
It left only a throbbing wet red, which cracked like a huge mouth with teeth showing its teeth. Kayang threw a soul stone into the wound, which greedily swallowed it. Then the wound unfolded, spewing out a terrifying light, shining with a colorful light of nothingness.
Immediately afterwards, the bell rings, mixed with cymbals and other less recognizable instruments. The inhuman sneered overwhelmed the corridor, and there were both cheerful and sarcastic melodies.
Soshiyan remembered this voice, and his fierce battle with the great demon named Singer still remembered it fresh.
Colorful smoke seeps into reality, spreads through the corridors, breaks, and eventually turns into entities, and various forms dance in the field of vision, which are uncountable.
As the sweet and intimate singing gradually sounded, the beautiful face stared at all the spiritual races present with terrifying eyes.
The soul connection between the Dark Spirit and Slaanes is an incredibly cruel, a spiral river composed of pain and suffering. Therefore, the spiritual pulse of the entire race is flowing to the embrace of the God of Pain and Joy all the time, and they are particularly sensitive to the family members of the Dark Prince.
When the ethereal song sounded, all the dark spirits, including the nightmare, fell into a trance, and some of them even showed crazy self-harm.
With the help of this chaos, Soshiyang yelled decisively:
"Run! Speed up and rush out! Don't get entangled with them!"
Although the Dark Spirit Clan couldn't bear it, the clowns, who are represented by the Laughing God, had a certain resistance to the power of Slaanes, so they did not stop attacking.
They were erratic around the Astart warriors, but they did not dare to get too close to Kayang, who was controlling the magic script, and could only fly spirally.
At this time, Soshiyang suddenly noticed something and turned around and walked towards a darkness.
Soon he grabbed the scattered hair of Mrs. Candice and the nobleman of the conspiracy group kicked helplessly on his slender legs, and then Soshiyan bent down to grab her forearm, and crushed it with a slight pinch.
The female noble immediately let out an inelegant wail, because the bones on her arm turned into pieces.
"I'm sorry to kill your daughter, but I have to say you're pretty similar...especially the screams."
After saying that, Soshiyang inserted the tip of his sword into it, and the power sword pierced the dress, flesh and bones, and penetrated it from the other party's chest, and blood surged like a fountain for a moment.
Candice twisted her body and tried to break free from the blade, then a scream slashed through the air.
Soshiyan pulled her head off directly, turned to the passage facing the way, holding up the trophy that was still bleeding, and he knew that the nightmare bishop must be watching it.
He raised his head over his head, threw it on the ground, and turned around and left.
"No, no, we are wrong..."
In the darkness, the maliciously soaring one-horn stared at Soshiyang's back. Just after attacking Okam, he suddenly had some sense.
When he turned his eyes to the source of the sensing, he suddenly discovered a terrible fact.
They had previously inferred that Ingail would wake up and followed the traces to find Okam and others carrying the seal Ingail's cube, but when he looked at Soshyan, he found that the doll line had been wrapped around the man.
The so-called doll line is the name that the clownish person implies invisibly to the God of Smile, and can only be seen with a single horn.
Only then did Unigua realize that he had found the wrong person!