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Chapter 297: Doomsday Prophecy

At the bottom of the pit is the body of a man wearing a bishop's robes and a diadem, decorated with fluttering scrolls of oaths and printed with golden scriptures.

Other corpses were piled up around the bishop's body, all of them priests.

Their corpses were cut up and hollowed out, posed in devout postures, their arms were chained to a spiked scepter through which the bishop was impaled, their mouths were drooping in praise,

Eyes open with adoration.

"We should get out of here."

Golgri walked to Soshyan and looked at the corpse in the pit.

"Use melta bombs to completely raze this place to the ground. No matter if it's an altar or whatever the hell it is, kill them all."

At this time, Marcus suddenly raised his head, his face as pale as a corpse.

"Oops--"

"What?"

"The altar is right here."

"ah?"

"We're standing on the altar!"

After saying that, the entire cave began to shake violently, and at the same time the surrounding ground gradually collapsed. Only the part surrounded by the corpses was safe, and the soldiers were all crowded on it.

"This is……"

As time went by, the collapse became more and more serious, and the entire space seemed to have collapsed.

But just like when it came, everything ended very suddenly, and everything collapsed and disappeared in an instant.

Soshiyang looked around and found that the entire terrain had undergone earth-shaking changes.

Originally, they were in a closed dome, but now, they were in a huge, endless abyss filled with darkness, and the square inch of land under their feet was actually the top of a huge pyramid.

The collapse just now revealed the original appearance of this huge square pyramid. Just by scanning it with the naked eye, its height exceeds 100 meters.

"It turns out to be like this."

Marcus looked at the huge pyramid and said to himself:

"Teacher, how many things have you hidden..."

Just when everyone was still surprised, a gust of breeze blew by, mixed with strange laughter.

Soshiyang turned around suddenly and saw something rising from the pit.

"Back off!"

With a loud shout, everyone pushed away from the pit, while Soshiyang held the halberd tightly.

The corpse of the previous bishop was slowly rising from the bottom of the pit, but he had lost his original human appearance. The ridged appendages of the bones on his head were squeezed out from the swollen necrotic tissue, covered with blood veins, and the surface was covered with

Thick, foul-smelling liquid.

This isn't the only change in the body's appearance.

His skin, which was originally pale as paper, was wrinkled, and his eyes were now opaque orbs of sickly orange.

"welcome."

The corpse's mouth was open, like a gash in the yellow skull. The lips were covered with blood, and the serrated triangular teeth tore the lips.

"The betrayer and the fool about to be betrayed."

"Xie Sui, your end has come."

Without saying a word, Soshyan swung his halberd and struck the thing in the head.

But when he was still half a meter away from the head, the head of the halberd was locked by invisible force, and no matter how much force he exerted, it could not drop another half inch.

The abomination burst into laughter.

"Damn it!"

Golgeli was also angered by the other party and stabbed out with his long sword, but he glanced at Soshyan and was firmly locked.

The being occupying the corpse fixed its gaze on Soshyan.

"There are many hidden truths in the universe, and many of them are about the power of betrayal. It's one thing to betray a friend, but even more so to betray a trustworthy friend."

His muttering made Soshyan feel inexplicably annoyed.

"Betraying a brother...ah, has the most powerful power."

"Your dirty words cannot sway us!"

"You have no choice."

The being said, pointing at Soshyan with one hand - that hand looked less and less like a human hand.

"Look at the drama that's going on."

Before he finished speaking, a brilliant light burst out from above the space.

"A great light shows us the way."

The creature looked at Soshyan with a predatory smile.

"Now, get ready."

"What?"

Soshyan responded subconsciously.

"A fall."

The once human face had completely transformed into a long and narrow snake head, with scars and pockmarks surrounding the flaming yellow eyes, and the sharp teeth glowed with metallic luster in a mouth without lips.

"You have committed a crime of treason!"

A dry hot wind carrying the breath of death carried the devil's words and enveloped Soshyan head-on in the stench of burning corpses.

Then, a fantasy appeared in front of Soshyan.

Broken hills, vast wasteland, large pieces of rusted machinery like the bones of monsters in the past, a fortress full of black spiers in the distant sky bloomed like a flower, and then a blazing light rose from the burning broken petals.

, piercing the polluted clouds.

In the dirty sky, a huge and colorful vortex hung high, like a giant burning eye.

This is the intersection of subspace and the real world.

He knew its name clearly.

The eye of fear.

"You will unleash its power."

The sky above was enveloped in flames, and the laughter of the dark gods came from the air.

This is not true.

This is not true.

This is not true.

Soshyan kept telling himself in his heart to prevent himself from being trapped in ghosts and illusions.

His firm belief gave him the strength to tear his soul away from the dying world.

In an instant, he was soaring through the Milky Way and wandering among the stars.

He watched them suffer destruction, and clumps of shining stellar matter flowed into the void. A gloomy red star stared above him, and that huge and terrifying eye always hung high above his head.

Incomparably huge monsters and a sky-shielding fleet poured out from the eyes like an endless torrent, submerging the entire universe in a wave of blood.

In the blink of an eye, a sea of ​​flames rose from the blood, swallowing up everything in front of it, leaving only charred, barren wasteland in its wake.

Is this the hell of a madman's fantasy, that realm of suffering, destruction and chaos in which the immortals travel?

"No."

a voice said loudly.

"This is not the hallucination of a madman, this is the future."

"You can't deceive me!"

Soshiyang roared angrily, trying to expel the whisper from his mind.

"You are witnessing the death of the galaxy, the collapse of an empire built on sand by a man who rebelled against fate."

In the torrent of flames and madness pouring out of the giant red eyes, he saw warriors in black armor, surrounded by leaping mutant creatures.

There is also an obsidian giant who can destroy the entire world in the palm of his hand.

"This can't be the future."

"you are wrong."

Soshyan struggled to find a support, something that would convince him that this terrible fantasy would never come true.

He began to fall again, and his vision became blurry.


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