Walking in the endless desert, a name came to his mind. He tried to concentrate and recall the face behind the name, but he couldn't remember anything.
Shadows coiled around his feet, stretching out tentacle-like hands from his imagination, entangling his thoughts.
who I am?
A mocking whisper echoed in his mind
You are nothing.
Some black shadows began to condense on the horizon. Soshyan's mind had already pictured them as demons demanding his soul, but it didn't take long before they condensed into the shape of trees.
Whether they were oases or mirages made no difference to him; he staggered forward, his steps dragging.
He tried to imagine a cool trickle running down his throat, dousing the fire burning in his heart.
But the laughter kept echoing in his ears, hysterical and full of mockery.
He glanced at his left hand, but did not see the ring. His thoughts drifted in and out, and he tried to focus on the things in front of him.
He continued walking, but redemption and hope never seemed close.
"None of this is real."
Soshyan croaked, knowing full well that his brain was playing tricks on him
He continued walking, the world tilting before his eyes.
He heard the chirping of birds, but he saw nothing, and he tried to understand what was going on.
The blood fell from the sun, dyeing the desert a bright red, and then disappeared into the night.
The darkness covered the shadows but did not drive them away. The air became cold. He stumbled and walked, staring at the ground under his feet until his steps splashed a pool of water.
Soshyan fell to his knees, reached out and scooped them up and put them into his mouth.
But it did nothing to quench his thirst...
The fire burning in his heart could not be quelled.
It was eating him away, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Suddenly, a white dove landed on a branch near the oasis. He looked up at the creature and felt puzzled.
"I am Soshyan Alexey."
For some unknown reason, he raised his head and spoke seriously to the bird.
It chirped, erasing the harsh ridicule.
Soon, its cry became deep and heavy.
Then his wings flickered and fell, and Soshyan stretched out his hand. The white dove shone in his palm, and finally turned into a delicate little porcelain cup.
Looking at the porcelain cup, Soshiyang blinked and realized something——
On the edge of the black sun, two star gods were wrestling. It seemed that no skills were needed to reach their level of power, only the most primitive fighting was left.
At first, no one gained the upper hand.
They rolled around in the void, tearing each other apart, until the star god wearing the broken crown suddenly exerted his strength and threw the Deceiver onto the remains of the black sun. Then he rushed forward, grabbed one of the opponent's arms, and tore him apart violently.
picked it up and threw it into his mouth.
The Deceiver let out a horrifying howl that shocked the souls of all living creatures. It struggled frantically and tried to get out of the predicament, but the other party's hand had already pressed down on its head, and then opened its mouth and bit its throat fiercely.
Like a wild beast, it tore apart the Deceiver's body piece by piece, preparing to devour him whole.
Halfway through eating, the nameless Star God suddenly raised his head and let out a terrifying roar. Half of the entire spire of Commorragh was instantly wiped away, and surging energy rolled over its body.
Suddenly, a small flash of light flew out from its chest, and then emitted thousands of golden lights, turning into countless chains and binding them to the Star God.
The few remaining fragments of the Deceiver suddenly counterattacked at this time, and the remaining parts violently rolled towards the nameless star god, and then shrank violently, blooming with a bright light that temporarily blinded all residents of Commorragh.
In the silent explosion, the black sun of Comoros was completely torn apart——
At this time, in the Port of Lost Souls in Comoros, there are wasted lives everywhere.
The Witch Spirits and the Howling Banshees launched a charge together, crashing into the most elite Death Guard warriors. Even the Phoenix Eldar Jaan Zhar also participated in the fierce battle, her spears and boomerangs stabbed mercilessly.
Wearing rotten flesh and rusty armor.
On the battlefield, she was like a whirlwind of death, sweeping away everything around her with weapons, splitting her limbs apart, piercing her head, digging out her internal organs, and fighting with the ruthlessness and madness of a killer.
There were already many Plague Marines lying at her feet. Under the endless attacks of the enemy, she could no longer count how many he had killed.
But the Death Guard Legion has pushed war machines into the battlefield. These war machines are wither engines and plague crawlers equipped with virus injectors. Cannonballs mixed with virus liquid spurt out from their cannon holes, green poisonous fire
Roast the flesh of the living and kill them.
In response, the waves of shurikens and pulse cannons continued to sweep through the ranks of the Death Guard, knocking down one warrior after another and smashing them to pieces.
Neither side gave in or gave in.
Until a shadow falls.
"finally come!"
That is a shadow that weighs on everyone's mind. When it appears, rotten poisonous flies swarm around.
Cloud-like swarms of poisonous flies flew toward the battlefield, burrowing into the Eldar's nostrils and eyes, burrowing into their mouths and throats, rendering them unable to see, tearing at their skin, and dragging them to the ground.
The air began to buzz, as more than a dozen of the deadliest viruses reveled in the bodies of the living. The vision of all the Eldar became dim and narrow, and some even knelt on the ground and vomited bile.
Only Jaen Zar stared at the existence slowly descending in the sky.
On this towering body, a pair of wet insect wings flapped feebly, and a rotten robe fluttered apart in the wind, revealing the thickly armored body and the many scripture ornaments and poison jars hanging above.
For a moment, she even thought of him as a dead person, but as she saw his face hidden deep in the cloak, and his sharp and powerful hazy eyes, she realized that this was an extremely powerful soul.
The face covered with scars was wearing an old respirator, and every time he took a breath, there would be a hint of yellowish gas.
Death Guard Primarch, Lord of Death, Mortarion, has arrived!
"Oh, a bloody feast, a bloody feast, where should we start?"
"Mortarion, don't you dare lay a finger on her."
"Phoenix Lord Jarn Zar, in my opinion, you are a complete idiot. Why do you think you can stop me from carrying out my loving father's will?"
"With this!"
Jarn Zhar braced himself, swung the boomerang, and aimed at Mortarion's head to draw a cruel arc.
The high-speed boomerang whizzed through the air, leaving an afterimage. When the edge of the blade was less than three inches away from Mortarion's throat, the Lord of Death squirmed.
But Mortarion did not step back, he just shook his body and watched the boomerang pass by less than a finger's width in front of him, his laughter unwavering.