Soshiyang didn't even have any interest in responding to the nonsense of the magic scriptures.
He waded through the ocean of unclean things, and as he advanced, he even broke his record of killing enemies - at least a thousand demons died.
But the demons continued to rush towards him, being cut down, and pouring out of the subspace cracks.
Soshiyan knew that there would be no victory before the source of filth was closed, and he already knew how the battle would end.
But now he is starting to feel tired.
"I never have to be a burden, let me be your favor."
Soshiyan will not answer anything, and talking to the Chaos will never have any benefits, it will only lose everything.
The demon will use every word, every reaction, and even every pause to attack him, and as it tries to break through his mind, it will increasingly understand who he is.
The break is very close.
Every step forward is even more difficult at this time, just as he feels the pressure of time and the whistling sound of sharp claws waving every breath.
He will hold on to his duties until death, but death is not allowed because no one can bear his duties.
So he can only complete the task alone now, just like he is entering the maze of the network on his own.
As the demons sing, the three demons accidentally fought together because of the harmony of the choir. When they attacked, their voices combined in ecstasy. Their claws spread left and right, they crawled down their bodies to approach the target, and their prickly tails were raised above their heads.
Soshiyang pierced one of them with a sword, then raised his left hand and pointed the storm blaster on his wrist in front of him.
The next second, three-time bomb roars smashed the bodies of these demons, their bodies burst open, raindrop joints, large pieces of flesh, broken limbs and spinning stings fell on the ground.
The demons' singing began to become intermittent, and they even started to cry...
When the song stopped, a subtle sound of expectation sounded, and Soshiyang was only a few steps away from the breaking, and his presence was unobstructed.
The demons struggled to rush towards the gate and moved to the sides of Soshiyang, and the demons behind him became more and more, but none of them attacked, and no demon tried to block his way.
The servants of Slaanes chanted, swayed, waiting for a terrible ending, or a worse start.
The break was right in front of him. Through the half-human-high rift, he could see a brilliant and strange world. At the same time, an inexplicable suction force came from his waist, as if he wanted to wrap the magic script into the crack.
Of course he wouldn't allow this to happen.
Although he didn't know what to do, Soshiyan still followed his inner instinctive reaction and pressed his palm against the door.
At that moment, Soshiyang could feel the grey graft on his body suddenly flowing at high speed, and all the green runes on the door also burst out with strong light at the same time. The demons began to cry, scream, and spontaneously ignited one by one.
Everything happened so quickly that when Soshiyang came to his senses, the break on the gate had disappeared, the original position turned into a smooth black rock mass, and the runes were illuminating.
He turned his head and the demons disappeared, including their bodies and their blood.
The entire hall was empty, as if everything that had just happened was just a illusion.
But Soshiyan knew that it was not a illusion.
Finally, he was able to observe the standing figure carefully.
A terminator, with a knife pointed down with a snow-white sword in his right hand, the sword was as tall as an adult, slightly curved. The blade was like the frozen ice of a thousand years on the top of a mountain, with a black and shiny handle, and the handle connected between the two was a strange flower carved with metal. If Soshiyan remembered correctly, this flower came from Gutera and was called a lotus.
As for this terminator, except for the model that cannot be recognized, there are not many too special things, only some patterns and medals that Soshiyan cannot recognize.
Of course, he did not expect the people inside to be alive, otherwise the demon would not only attack him.
But now another terrible problem has emerged.
If this person is monk Seid and died here, then who is the one in the fearless?
Thinking of this, Soshiyang was a little confused and subconsciously reached his hand to the Terminator's head.
But the moment his fingertips touched the other person, his consciousness was swept into an invisible vortex—
"this--"
When Soshiyang woke up, he found himself in a strange space and his helmet disappeared.
It seems to be an enclosed room with no doors, and the only furniture is a round table and two opposite high-back chairs around it, on the table is an octagonal granite and white marble slab, next to a light-colored wooden box, and on this geometric space are twenty pieces placed.
On one of the chairs was a hunched figure wrapped in a brown robe, with his head down, as if he was staring at the chess piece.
"Who are you?"
Soshiyang asked vigilantly, touching his waist, but found that his sword was missing.
The man did not answer him, so Soshiyang had to walk forward carefully to see if he was alone.
At the same time, the chess pieces on the table attracted Soshiyan's attention. They all looked plain and unpretentious, with spindle-shaped shapes and lifeless gray.
"Hello?"
Soshiyan came to the man and asked tentatively.
Then, the man's shoulders trembled.
"Sit down."
A low and hoarse voice came from the robe, and Soshiyang immediately judged that this was an old man.
For some reason, he actually sat down as the other party said.
"Let me be the next game."
Soshiyang blinked. This was a game of regicide. Although he was not a master, the Astart transformation gave him high-speed thinking ability, but mortals would never be able to beat him.
But why did he play chess?
"I'm not here to play chess, who are you?"
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As he said that, the man raised his hand slightly and the chess pieces on the table immediately returned to his position.
Although he was full of doubts, Soshiyang still patiently played against the other party.
But one minute later, he was extremely surprised. The other party's chess skills were beyond his imagination. Even though he had the speed and thinking ability that surpassed mortals, he was always one step behind the other party.
So So Shiyang immediately became serious and leaned forward, as if he was about to lie on the chessboard.
Five minutes later—
"I lost."
With a frustrated expression, Soshiyang leaned back.
He has played chess with Thor. Although he has lost more than he wins, he has never lost so shamelessly - he feels like a child in front of the other side, being played with in the palm of his hand.
"So who is the winner?"
The old man put the chess piece back.
"Of course... it's you."
"No, I lost, too."
Just as the old man raised his head, the hood fell on his shoulders, and Soshiyang finally saw it.
The first thing that attracted Soshiyan was his eyes, which were silent but not cold, and seemed dull, just like the muddy gazes of most elderly people.
His hair was gray, his short hair was combed backwards. In the flash of the fire, his skin was like a scroll of old paper, and he became haggard and haggard due to the long and ruthless years. At a glance, he knew that this person had been through the weather.
Looking at the octogenarian in front of him, a thought suddenly flashed through Suoshiyang's mind.
This thought scared him, but it was so natural that he swallowed his throat and whispered:
"Is it you, the Sealer, Terra Regent... Hero Makado."