Facing the enemies on both sides, Soshiyang slowly tilted the sword down slightly and prepared for attack. He cut off the opponent's arms while his claws were stabbing, then stepped forward and pierced the enemy's chest with one step. With a crisp sound of bone shattering, he quickly turned to the other, blocking the howling hook knife.
He snorted in disgust, and Soshiyang punched the hatred face with a punch, and when it was stunned, he dropped it to the ground with a heavy blow to the next time he was stunned.
The beast had just fallen on the floor and screamed in a harsh and painful way. The sword in Soshiyang's hand then broke its head.
The air was filled with musky smell similar to the Slaane Demon. When Soshiyang turned his head to look at the others, more than a dozen corpses lay around him, many of them being directly dismembered.
"Victe is obviously a coward."
Kayang pointed to a hated corpse with his legs cut off on the ground and said:
"He arranged these things in this way, because he was afraid that someone would chase him from here."
Soshiyang held the sword tightly.
"Then he has nowhere to escape."
The team barely stopped, and entered the passage to Kane's Temple from Victor's Throne Zone. Okam briefly expressed one of his concerns - all of them had exhausted ammunition, and now they could only fight in close combat.
However, this could not shake Soshiyang's determination.
As expected, the passage was filled with guards left by Victor, and they were shocked by the sudden intrusion of the Space Marines, because they guessed that what might appear would be hostile conspiracy groups, Ark Spirits, Plague Warriors, Nurgle Demons, and they could not have imagined that they would be a group of Space Marines wearing black legion armor.
When Soshyan rushed towards the warrior of the conspiracy group, he could feel the anger that fueled the strength of every attack, without dodging or evading, regardless of safety. The only thought in his mind at that time was to kill all the roadblockers, and not leave any one left.
Every swing of the sword was accompanied by a roar from an angry soul. His arms were not tired at all, but instead increased their spirits.
A conspiracy group warrior was hit on the wall with a heavy blow, the second one was smashed to pieces, and the third one was smashed to his neck.
In the storm of poison crystal shrapnel, Soshiyang killed all directions and was unstoppable. He paved a path full of blood and fragments as he advanced.
When Soshiyang found silence around him, he realized that he had already penetrated the defense of the Dark Spirit Clan in the crazy killing. Everyone else looked at him in shock from behind.
At this time, he was covered in blood, his armor was covered with cracks, and poisonous crystals were pierced everywhere. When he swept it casually, a large area fell down. However, the poisonous crystals that hit his body did not seem to have any effect, but only caused a stinging pain.
When Veronica's figure appeared in his mind, Soshiyan's emotions burst out again, and he continued to advance into the depths in silence.
Okam patted Kayang on the shoulder lightly.
"What's going on with that person?"
"Nothing, it's just anger."
"What's angry?"
Kayang smiled and said:
"you guess."
Okam looked back at Soshiyan's back and shook his head.
"What a strange guy."
After that, the team encountered the Dark Spirit patrol several times. Each time Soshiyang roared and rushed towards them, then used his sword to tear them to pieces, so that he did not pay attention to his weapons almost falling apart.
Even so, countless red eyes were still staring at him in the darkness in front of him. Hundreds of conspiracy warriors surrounded him, and he stood there waiting for them to rush forward.
At first, the Dark Spirit Clan was still very brave and dared to rush towards him with a scimitar and a dagger, but when more than a dozen corpses piled up at his feet in just a few dozen seconds, the Spirit Clan became much more cautious.
But Suoshyan obviously could not allow those guys to play any tricks. He rushed straight towards the enemy, and the cracked sword danced perfectly between the enemies. Every swing and falling time was almost perfect, and every sting was harvesting these cheap lives.
For Soshiyan, the battle seemed endless, and all he did was to massacre the enemies that surged up.
But the spiritual race killed more and more, until he was covered in blood and the bodies left behind him were piled up like mountains.
Soshyan killed wildly, but the people who followed him were not so relaxed. Okam's helmet was almost broken, and several sneak attacks almost pierced his abdomen and back.
Suddenly, Okam heard the friction of metal and turned around immediately. The weapon in his hand instantly penetrated the chest of a conspiracy warrior. The other party struggled and spit out the last provocative words with the corner of his mouth that was bleeding.
"Long live Victor! The Phoenix King...Long live!"
Okam hit his fist disdainfully on the idiot's forehead.
"He's worthy?"
Soon, they reached the end of the passage, where there was a closed door.
Without saying a word, Soshiyang stepped forward and kicked the door.
With a bang, the door was kicked open in a slight depression, and a grand scene came into Soshiyang's eyes.
This is a magnificent hall, which seems to be built on magma, and the red lava flows through the stone-carved vents on the surrounding walls, filling the entire space with a long-lasting heat.
Some flames lingered in the air, with active magic, and avenue stretched from the gate to a spacious platform not far away. At the end of the platform was a glittering statue of Kane, looking down at the entire hall, a towering throne was just below the statue.
On the throne, Victor, the overlord of Comoros, was holding his chin with his fists as if he was smiling, staring at Soshiyan and others who were walking in through the gate. He was placed on his left with a phoenix-winged sword with a gorgeous weapon stand, and on the shorter throne on his right, Veronica, who was wearing a light green robe and a golden crown.
Veronica's legs and feet were bound invisibly bound, and she could only look at Soshiyan with a worried look.
"Welcome, it's a great honor for you to come from afar to attend my wedding... Although our race is different, our expectations for a bright future are the same."
Soshiyang slowly walked forward.
"If you have any tricks, use them quickly. You will never be able to say anything else in your head."
"Ah, Captain Soshyan Alexey, your threat really made me cold from the soles of my feet to my heart."
As he said that, Victor tilted his body and gently brushed his right finger across Veronica's cheek. The other party immediately moved his face away in disgust.
"But I still want to say that your current practices are really not in line with the precepts of your empire at all. If your Lord of Corpse knows your current behavior, will he be so angry that he will come back to life?"
"Ha, everything I do is as the Emperor wishes, especially after cutting off your head."