Just as Soshyan wanted to go further, the demon began to laugh wildly.
The sound echoed in Soshiyang's mind was so ugly; the harsh laughter, rusted by hatred, was filled with hissing blood and squeaking metal resonances like jagged teeth.
As Soshiyan advanced, the laughter became more and more harsh.
The initial attack was just an appetizer. When Soshiyan tried to approach the crack of the gate, a strong wind gushed out of the crack with colorful smoke, instantly filling the entire hall.
When the curtain was unveiled, Soshiyan also saw the enemy.
They condense into twisted shapes in thin smoke, and the dark outline slowly unfolds, and move forward smoothly.
He could smell the temptation of musk on them, and could feel the rolling heat waves of the air, and the grunts like thick foaming throats and lung closures.
The screaming ghost circling in the smoke, buzzing and causing headaches.
A large group of seonerated demons suddenly appeared.
But soon Soshiyan realized what attracted them-
"soon...."
The whisper was washed away by the violent laughter of Soshiyang's will, and the irrepressible hunger and promise of dark temptation were hissing.
"Soon soon!!! You will soon see my power, and I am the source of endless joy and pain!!!"
In this weakest place in the world's curtain, the magical scripture that had been silent on Soshiyang's waist for a long time finally began to stir up. It was its breath that attracted the endless group of demons.
Although Soshiyang was silent, these unclean sounds were burning his will and making a comeback again and again, becoming more and more intense.
He fought in this crazy speech, and as he had always done, the battle with the soul-invading claws never ended.
Slaane's Chaos servant was shady by his side, and his blasphemous broken claws and limbs twisted in the thick fog.
Soshiyan's pace began to speed up, first moving forward quickly, then jogging, and then jumping, with heavy steps splashing the dirty blood on the ground.
When he launched a charge, the ground was shaking.
"Kill it! Kill it!!"
The Demon Book also became irritable, causing the demons to be restless.
They howled, their long reptile mouthparts rattled as they sang, cursed music enveloping the hall, rushing tremoloes echoing at the end of each melody, deep bass humming the beat and mocking at various rhythms.
The music tortures the soul with lies that are enough to mess with, and they tempt Soshiyan to join the song and dedicate his voice to unrestrained indulgence.
The air is filled with the scent of temptation, as an annoying as that song, it is a temptation to lure people to pursue unparalleled happiness.
But Soshiyan's response was only one word-
cut!
Raise your hand! Raise your sword! Whereabouts! Death!
At this moment, Soshiyang was like a gray ghost. The long sword in his hand shone brightly when it waved, reflecting the sharpness of hell.
Everything it encountered was not complete, and the blasphemous corpse fell from both sides, cut, chopped, and rolled in dirty blood.
He whistled the sacred war cry, fueling every sword swing.
"The evil spirits are killed!"
Slaanes' servants were like huge waves like storm striking against the rocks, shattering around him in despair.
There was a flame in his eyes, and even in the heart of the living being, fear was ignited, but the flame was so pure, as clean as a blade, sharp, focused, without any emotion, like a surgical operation.
"Kill it ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
The Demon Book is still screaming, and the Devils are still singing.
But Soshiyan saw through the song, rejected its temptation, smashed its deadly harmony with his sword, tore the singing demons apart, chopped their bodies into pieces, and told them with actions-his purity is impeccable.
He continued to move forward, heading towards the thunder, getting closer and closer to the center of the whirlpool.
Soshiyan may not be able to solve all the evil spirits at once, but he will dig out the heart of every roadblocker, and any abominable thing that blocks his path will not escape death.
When the power of subspace begins to fade, these unclean things have paid enough for the numerous evils they commit.
But they were still singing, and the songs of the demon choir echoed in the empty hall.
Far from Soshyan, the abominable chaotic creatures danced happily, as if the unimaginable incarnations of horror were mocking him, waiting eagerly for him to witness what was waiting for him.
But the demons who fought with him were not happy, their roars were filled with anger, and they swung their paws towards him.
Soshiyan's existence makes them painful, even crazy and desperate.
The demons didn't seem to want him to reach his destination, and now there are more demons behind him than in front of him - but if the ones behind him have the ability to destroy him, they will do so before he takes another step.
In the twisted ocean of demons, he took another step, firmly, and moved forward desperately, and stabbed the demon's chest in front of him.
The Slaanes screamed, and its huge claws hit his shoulder armor, outlining a deep scratch.
Suoshiyang twisted the Holy Flame Sword, and the demon suddenly lost his balance. The thorn tail was whipping weakly, and the pus splashed onto the Seiko Power Armor.
He had slaughtered too many demons, and the dirty blood covered his armor, causing the armor to lose its original color.
The sword was briskly drawn from the demon's constantly twitching body, and with Soshiyang's pace, the body of the fallen demon began to collapse from the material world.
But this is far from enough. Time is not standing here at Soshiyang, he already feels the biting cold.
So he swung his sword and knocked down a demon in front of him, and at the same time, he took it off before another demon had the chance to fight back.
The demon fell down, staggered, screamed, danced wildly in the mud, struggling.
The power of gray marrow is unrivaled, and it cleanses the atmosphere of demons!
After a fight, Soshiyang was less than fifty meters away from the thunder, and it was clear that the figure was actually a set of Terminator armor - it was gray-iron all over, and its shape was somewhat similar to the Iron Cavalry style, but there were also many differences, especially on the left and right shoulders, which had two similarities.
Metal bulge of flower buds.
Seeing Soshyan approaching the trench, Slaanes's creature attacked him even more crazily.
But he just cut the demons in half at will and struggled to move forward, leaving behind a pile of fragmented corpses, but more demons gathered in front of him.
“I will give you new life.”
Seeing that Soshiyang was getting closer to his goal, the magic script changed from cursing to temptation.
"Embraise the power of my Lord, and you will get rid of that destined destiny!"