Soshyan was not even interested in responding to the nonsense about the grimoire.
He waded through a sea of unclean things, and in the process he even broke his own kill record - at least a thousand demons were killed by his hands.
But the demons kept rushing towards him, being chopped down, and pouring out of the rift in the warp.
Soshyan knew there would be no victory until the source of filth was sealed, and he already knew how this battle would end.
But now he was starting to feel tired.
"I never have to be a burden, let me be your favor."
Soshyan will not answer anything. There is never any benefit in talking to the creature of chaos, but everything will be lost.
The devil will use every word, every reaction, and even every pause to attack him. As it tries to break through his defenses, it will learn more and more about who he is.
The breach is very close.
Every step forward was more difficult at this time, just like he felt the weight of time and the whistling sound of claws with every breath he took.
He will hold on to his duties until death, but death is not allowed because no one can fulfill his duties.
So now he can only complete the task alone, just like he now enters the maze of the webway alone.
In the midst of the songs of the demons, three demons fortuitously joined forces in choir-like harmony and rushed towards Soshyan. As they attacked, their voices united in ecstasy, their claws spread left and right, they crawled
Normally, the body is lowered to approach the target, and the stinging tail is raised above the head.
Soshyan pierced one of them with his sword, then raised his left hand, pointing the storm bolter on his wrist in front of him.
The next second, three consecutive blasts shattered the bodies of these demons. Their corpses exploded, and raindrops of joints, chunks of flesh, severed limbs and spinning stingers fell to the ground.
The demons' singing began to become intermittent, and they even began to cry loudly.
When the singing stopped, a subtle sound of expectation sounded. Soshyan was only a few steps away from the breach, and his front was clear.
The demons struggled towards the gate, moving to both sides of Soshyan, and there were more demons behind him, but none attacked, and no demon tried to block his way.
The minions of Slaanesh chanted and swayed, waiting for a terrible end, or an even worse beginning.
The breach was right in front of him. Through the crack that was half a man's height, he could see a gorgeous and strange world. At the same time, an inexplicable suction force came from his waist, seeming to drag the grimoire into the breach.
Of course he wouldn't allow this to happen.
Although he didn't know what to do, Soshyan still followed his inner instinct and pressed his palm on the door.
At that moment, Soshiyang could feel the gray marrow in his body suddenly flowing at a high speed. All the green runes on the door also bloomed with intense light at the same time. The demons began to cry, scream, and spontaneously combust one after another.
stand up.
Everything happened so fast. When Soshyan came to his senses, the hole in the door had disappeared, and the original position had turned into a smooth black rock mass, with the runes glowing faintly.
As he spoke, the man raised his hand slightly, and the chess pieces on the table immediately returned to their places.
Although he was full of doubts, Soshyan still patiently started playing chess with the opponent.
But a minute later, he was beyond surprised. The opponent's chess skills were beyond his imagination. Even though he had thinking speed and thinking ability that surpassed ordinary people, he was always one step behind the opponent.
So Soshyan immediately became serious and leaned forward, as if he was about to lie down on the chessboard.
five minutes later--
"I lost."
With a frustrated expression, Soshyan leaned back.
It's not like he has never played chess with Sol. Although he lost more than he won, he had never lost so humiliatingly - he felt like a child in front of his opponent, being played around with.
"So who's the winner?"
The old man put the chess piece back again.
"Of course...it's you."
"No, I lost too."
The moment the old man raised his head, the cloak hood fell on his shoulders, and Soshyan finally saw it.
The first thing that attracted Soshyan was his eyes, which were calm but not cold, and seemed ordinary, just like the muddy eyes of most old people.
His hair is gray, and his short hair is combed back. In the flicker of firelight, his skin is like an old paper roll, which has become withered and haggard due to the long and ruthless years. You can tell it at a glance.
People are weathered.
Looking at the octogenarian old man in front of him, a thought suddenly flashed through Soshiyang's mind.
This thought frightened him, but it was so natural, so he swallowed his throat and whispered:
"Is that you, Sealbearer, Regent of Terra...Hero Malcador?"