Hundreds of these twisted things were sitting on the long boned table, gnawing on the white meat, holding lead wine glasses, and drinking scarlet liquid inside.
Their backs were arched, their pale and dry hair was like weeds, almost naked, with only a few wearing armor.
At the end of the table, their weapons were neatly stacked into cones, which were huge and cruel hooked machetes, covered with blood.
As they were pulled in from them, a stinking smell came to their noses. This smell was very similar to the smell emitted by some kind of beast's nest, but it was even stronger, accompanied by a hint of incapable disease. It seemed that these monsters had been closed here for too long, and they had accumulated worries and became sick.
Soshiyang slowly pulled out the Holy Flame Sword, but he didn't know if it had alarmed these things.
There is a high platform at the top of the hall, and a table is placed on it.
Usually in a hall of this standard, the space behind this table often belongs to the owner, but there are no humans in this hall.
The owner of this place is a shadow, a huge shadow than all monsters, so big that it is difficult to even sit in its throne.
It stood behind the table, and its body expanded under the dim light, as if it was on the verge of being furious and was about to overturn the table.
Although I don't know if he had been noticed by the other party, Soshiyan saw a long wooden plate on the table in front of the huge shadow.
The animal for the owner's enjoyment was long and straight, piled on a wooden plate, and was almost completely eaten, and even the slender fingers were completely removed - it was obvious that this was a human.
There was a sleeping beast lying in front of the table. Its body size was relatively normal. Soshiyan could see that it was somewhat similar to the Claw Demon, but just like other things in the room, its outline was also blurred, as if it was not flesh and blood, but shadows.
The only craft in the room were two huge hook blades, but the weapon-shaped scimitar carried cruel barbs, and 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, Soshiyang took his legs and strode towards the fire.
It is obvious that he will be brought here because of some external force. Perhaps the other party knew his existence from the beginning. So when it comes to the time of choice, humans should never show their fear when facing ghosts and filth. This truth has been fulfilled countless times in Soshiyang.
He stood beside the fire pit, and the monsters turned a blind eye to him, and they continued to feast, tearing their feast, holding the meat in their hands and creaking, and their ribs were bitten by their glittering fangs.
Two of them stretched their claws to the same mouthful of food, so they started to scream with each other, and the battle was about to break out.
"Who brought me to this dirty place!"
Soshiyang 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.
"Get out!"
In this strange hall, the power of his shouting was magnified many times, the wood trembled, the dust fell from the roof, and the fire was extinguished.
They finally noticed him, and the room was silent. A hundred pairs of yellow eyes stared at him from the darkness in unison.
The huge shadow stood up and easily squeezed into his throne.
"Who is standing below? Who came to my hall and shouted for challenge?"
It is in high Gothic, but with some strange tone, the sound rumbles.
In an instant, a piece of coal in the fire burst, and a piece of embers fell on it, splashing out many sparks, and heat escaped from the air.
"I am the sacred Blade of the Lord of Humanity, the commander of the Knights of the Astral Realm, Soshiyan Alexey."
"A mortal."
"I am the will of the emperor."
"What emperor is just a tyrant who plays with witchcraft."
The shadow said, pointing at Soshiyan with his fingers raised.
"And you are not a sharp blade, the extraordinary power flowing in your blood vessels will only turn you into a fool."
It laughed loudly, and the monsters burst into laughter, and the harsh roar was full of threat.
"Speak your name, monster!"
Soshiyang pressed his anger, and his mind was thinking quickly, why did the other party know him so well?
"Name, do you know what the name means?"
The thing still maintained a mocking tone.
"Only fools can easily say their name."
As it spells out human vocabulary, its low growl makes its speech thicker and thicker, and its voice becomes wet and hoarse.
"And here, I am a sharp blade, just like you... The lackey of the hypocritical tyrant, there is no place for you in my hall, this is my territory, take your dogs together."
Its subordinates also started screaming.
"I will never go anywhere before eradicating the Emperor's enemy."
Soshiyang's confident voice overwhelmed the howling.
"If you want to fight, then fight."
"good!"
Amid the crazi laughter, a slender figure escaped from the throne's integrated shadow and stretched out its arm.
It was about two meters high and was wearing a black armor with a sharp edge. It was very similar to the samurai of the Spirit tribe that Soshiyang had seen, but there were many spikes and runes. Its helmet had demon-like horns and a string of red silk behind its head.
"Spirituals?"
Soshiyang had thought about countless possibilities, but he didn't expect that this was actually a spiritual race, and a dark spiritual race.
But upon closer inspection, this is not a substance, it seems to be composed entirely of smoke. Apart from burning eyes, sharp barbs, and hanging red silk, there is no evidence that it is an entity.
Then, it stretched out its index finger and scratched it from the air.
"Um--"
The sudden pain made Soshiyang take a deep breath. He looked down and found a wound that seemed to be scratched by sharp claws appeared on his right chest - even the Terminator armor was torn apart.
"this!"
Soshiyan did not feel the power of witchcraft, and the attack came so inexplicably.
Suddenly, with a bang, the torch at the farthest end of the hall was extinguished, and then the other torches quickly went out along the corridor, and the darkness approached Soushyang step by step from the other end of the hall.
Soshiyang held the Holy Flame Sword tightly, guarding the surroundings, and the goggles on his helmet also lit up, and the high-resolution visual enhancement system searched for any subtle movements.
In Soshyang's eyes, this area seemed to be shrouded in green twilight, but the monsters disappeared.
"This is....."
When he was puzzled, Suo Shiyang felt something and raised his hand and waved his sword out. The sharp blade was clearly visible under infrared vision.
But there was a shadow, just a shadow...
No, not even a shadow, it was just a faint afterimage. He just felt that the blade touched something, a slight illusion of breaking.
The next moment, followed by shock, blood and roar.
"Well!!!!"
Soshiyang, who was hit hard, groaned and staggered and took a few steps back, hitting the wall.