Hundreds of these twisted things were sitting on long bone tables, munching on white flesh while holding lead wine glasses and drinking the scarlet liquid inside.
Their backs were all arched, and their pale and dry hair was like weeds. Almost all of them were naked, with only a few wearing armor.
At the end of the table, their weapons were neatly stacked into cones. They were huge and cruel machetes with hooks, all stained with blood.
As the distance from them grew closer, a stench hit my nostrils. This smell was very similar to the smell emanating from the lair of some kind of beast, but it was stronger, and it was accompanied by a hint of an elusive smell of disease. It seemed that
This group of monsters has been trapped here for too long, and has become seriously ill.
Soshiyang slowly drew out the Sheng Yan Sword, but he didn't know if he had disturbed these things.
There is a high platform at the top of the hall, and a separate table is placed on it.
Usually in a hall of this type, the space behind the table belongs only to the owner, but there are no humans in this hall.
The owner of this place is a shadow, a shadow that is bigger than all monsters, so big that even its throne is difficult to sit on.
It stood tall behind the table, its figure swollen in the dim light, as if it was on the verge of getting angry and overturning the table.
Although he didn't know if he had been noticed by the other party, Soshyan saw a long wooden plate placed on the table in front of the huge shadow.
The animal for the owner to enjoy had a long and straight body. It was piled on a wooden plate and had been almost completely eaten. Even the slender finger bones were picked clean - it was obviously a human being.
There is also a sleeping beast lying in front of the table. Its size is relatively normal. Soshyan can see that it is somewhat similar to the Claw Demon, but like other things in the room, its outline is blurry.
, as if it is not composed of flesh and blood, but shadow.
The only handicrafts in the room were two huge hooked blades. This weapon was a scimitar with cruel barbs. A pair of iron brackets hung it horizontally on the wall behind the owner.
At this time, should you walk away quietly, or?
After thinking for a while, Soshyan opened his legs and strode towards the fire.
Obviously he must have been brought here because of some external force. Maybe the other party knew his existence from the beginning. Then when it comes time to make a choice, humans should never show fear when facing ghosts and filth. This truth has been
This has been true for Soshyan countless times.
He stood next to the fire pit, and the monsters turned a blind eye to him. They continued to feast, tearing into their feast, the meat crunching in their hands, and their ribs being bitten by the shining fangs.
Two of them extended their claws to the same mouthful of food, so they began to howl at each other, and a fight was about to break out.
"Who brought me to this filthy place!"
Soshyan shouted in a deep voice.
But no one noticed him, as if there was no such person in the room at all.
He looked at the hunchbacked monsters, then raised his head and roared angrily.
"get out!"
In this strange hall, the power of his shouts was magnified many times, the wood trembled, dust fell from the roof, and the fire was extinguished.
They finally noticed him, and there was silence in the room. A hundred pairs of yellow eyes stared at him from the darkness.
The huge shadow stood up and squeezed into his throne easily.
"Who's standing down there? Who's coming into my hall and shouting a challenge?"
It was in High Gothic, but with a strange intonation and a rumble.
Suddenly, a piece of coal in the fire burst, and an ember fell on it, and many sparks flew out, and the heat escaped from the air.
"I am the Holy Blade of the Lord of Mankind, Chapter Master of the Astral Knights Chapter, Soshyan Alexei."
"A mortal."
"I am the emperor's will."
"What an emperor? He's just a tyrant who practices witchcraft."
The shadow said, raising his finger and pointing at Soshyan.
"And you are not a sharp blade. The supernatural power flowing in your veins will only turn you into an idiot."
It laughed loudly, and the monsters laughed loudly, and the harsh roar was full of threats.
"Say your name, monster!"
Soshiyang suppressed his anger, his mind was thinking rapidly, why did the other party know him so well?
"Name, do you know what the name means?"
That thing still maintained a mocking tone.
"Only a fool would say his own name easily."
As it spelled out human words, its growl made its speech rougher and its voice became damp and hoarse.
"And here, I am a sharp blade, just like you... The hypocritical tyrant's lackey, there is no place for you in my hall, this is my territory, take your dogs and get out."
Its subordinates also howled.
"I will go nowhere until the enemies of the Emperor have been eradicated."
Soshyan's confident voice overwhelmed the howling.
"If you want to fight, then fight."
"good!"
Amid the wild laughter, a slender figure emerged from the shadow of the throne and stretched out its arms.
It is about two meters tall and wears sharp-edged black armor. Its form is very similar to the warriors of the Eldar tribe that Soshyan has seen, but it has a lot more spikes and runes, and its helmet has devil-like horns.
Behind the head is a string of red silk.
"Eldar?"
Soshiyang thought about countless possibilities, but he never expected that this was actually an Eldar race, and a Dark Eldar race.
But upon closer inspection, it is not an entity. It seems to be made entirely of smoke. Except for the burning eyes, sharp barbs, and hanging red silk, there is no evidence to prove that it is an entity.
Already.
Then, it stretched out its index finger and scratched it from the air.
"Well--"
The sudden pain made Soshyan take a deep breath. He looked down and found a wound that seemed to have been scratched by sharp claws on his right chest - even the Terminator armor had been torn open.
"this!"
Soshyan did not feel the power of witchcraft, the attack came so inexplicably.
Suddenly, with a bang, the torch at the far end of the hall went out, and then the other torches quickly went out along the corridor, and darkness approached Soshyan from the other end of the hall.
Soshiyang held the Holy Flame Sword tightly, guarding the surroundings. The goggles on his helmet also lit up, and the high-resolution visual enhancement system searched for any subtle movements.
In Soshyan's eyes, this area seemed to be shrouded in green twilight, but the monsters had disappeared.
"This is....."
When he was confused, Soshiyang felt something, raised his hand and swung his sword, the blade was clearly visible under infrared vision.
But there is a shadow there, just a shadow...
No, it wasn't even a shadow, just a vague afterimage. He just felt that the blade of the sword came into contact with something, a broken illusion.
The next moment, there was impact, blood and roar.
"Well!!!!"
After suffering a heavy blow, Soshiyang groaned, staggered back a few steps, and hit the wall.