Extreme Star Domain, Demet Star Zone, Pandora Galaxy, Pai Shang Star
After receiving the news of the victory of the naval battle, Soshyan continued to stay in orbit space, on the one hand, remotely manipulating the deployment and actions of the ground, and on the other hand, waiting for the arrival of the Imperial Navy and the Dark Angels.
But for some reason, since he came to the orbit of Pai Shangxing, he has been a little uneasy.
The Star Words once reported that the subspace activities here are too frequent and intense. He didn't know if it was related to this. Veronica also said that the planet is surrounded by a powerful evil force, and believed that this force is difficult to form with only one subspace cleft.
The implication is that there is probably something unknown to Soshiyang on Pai Shang Star. Veronica thinks this is an ominous place, so she persuades Soshiyang not to go to the surface of the planet.
But Soshyan himself was not afraid of the creation of the subspace, but this uneasiness seemed to have nothing to do with the subspace.
As a result, not long after he deployed the 11th Company to capture the Vos Camp, Soshiyan, who was sitting on the command throne and watching the mission briefing, gradually felt heavy eyelids and fell asleep unconsciously-
Suddenly, he felt someone was calling him.
How long has it been?
The cold darkness surrounded him, without the beating of the heart, or the hissing of breath to break it.
How long has he been sleeping? Why is he completely confused?
Soshiyan tried to look around, but nothing could be seen, and no light illuminated the darkness.
He may be falling, he may be rolling and spinning without knowing it.
Who is it?
The question echoed repeatedly, and finally became silent.
What?
Then, he remembered the golden color.
The shining golden net extends infinitely in the underworld, the silk ribbons break and split, and then connect and aggregate, cutting the void into sharp pieces over and over again.
He flew through the network, flashing and transforming his body: grey eagle, spiral ascending fire rings and broken crescent moons.
The colorful sparks dance behind him, and the golden net sings as he passes, making people feel happy.
He had experienced this journey several times in his dreams before, but this was the first time he had sneaked into the vast ocean from his own will.
Soshiyang rose into the sky, his thoughts extended across time and space, across the galaxy, and used his will to dispel reality and reshape it. This is so simple - he is now like the life of a creature, shaping the planet at will.
That feeling is not like everything, but better than everything.
But soon, the feeling was interrupted.
They came for him.
Before they entered their sight, they noticed that the giggles of those things seemed to crack ice, and the gold net suddenly turned into cracks all over the obsidian plains.
He fell to the black glass and turned into a human form with burly black hair.
Then Soshiyang stood up and turned his eyes to the shadows crawling on the ground.
The cold wave was poured down, and he tasted the bloody smell, which was warm and pungent.
Laughing penetrates the skin of the concept, and nothing in front of you is the real form - all of this is obscure imagery, a shadow puppet projected on the screen of the Ether.
Yet a cold dream can burn deeper than a real flame.
A scarlet vicious dog stepped out of the darkness, and blood soaked its skinless muscles, forming liquid dripping on the tip of its teeth and shaking.
It has eye-catching scars on its mouth and nose, twisting and twitching between its eyes that look like molten copper.
It stared at Soshiyang and walked forward step by step, opening his mouth and panting. He could feel the beast's exhalation was filled with anger and fanaticism.
Then, the blood-red vicious dog began to circle around Soshiyan.
For some reason, Soshiyan seemed to hear laughter from the slash of the claws.
"What are you?"
Soshiyang asked in a deep voice, and the wild beast god roared in a low voice, his chin opening and closing as fast as lightning.
The next moment, Soshiyang felt the other person's teeth scratching his skin, and the pain burst out from the inside from the touch.
The obsidian at the soles of his feet fell apart, and he fell into the abyss of forgetting under him.
The evil dog follows like a shadow, like a cyclone circling.
Soshyan tried his best to push its existence away, but the storm devoured his power.
Its hatred surrounded me, and my mouth was burning and bright red, but it did not really attack.
Until that moment, Soshiyang hit another glass plain and struggled to get up.
The tides of subspace hit the concept's skin, making it impossible for him to distinguish the truth.
The evil dog started to circle again, but once it was not alone, three other figures stood far behind it.
A snake wandered around the black glass, and its scales changed color with the flexion and extension of its body. Each movement was inexplicably weak and obscene, like the smell of vomiting foul and turned into substance.
It looked at Soshiyang with a human face, and his face was flawless, then licked his lips, and the scales covering the smiling face shone brightly.
Behind the flower snake was something standing in the air, like a rotten moth staring at the dead fish, its chest trembled and expanded and contracted, and every breath came the clatter of sticky phlegm.
The last figure was far away from Soshiyang, unclear, as if it was not fixed, but he was sure that the other party was facing his back.
The evil dogs are approaching, and the flower snakes follow them.
"I understand what you are."
The evil dog stopped, and Soshiyang could see the blood-stained muscles behind it, erected sharp bone spurs with jagged bone spurs.
The flower snake was laughing, and the venomous moth was buzzing.
Soshiyan was very sure, sure he understood.
"The incarnation of Chaos, you are trying to drag me into darkness, but I know that this road is difficult and dangerous, and I must face all kinds of false attachments. You are just a false image, and I am not afraid of you."
"That's what you're after?"
A voice sounded, it was implicit and restrained, but different tones echoed in it, as if many voices were intertwined.
The rotten moth buzzed backwards, and the creature with its head hunched back turned around at the edge of the circle to look at Soshiyan.
Its head is composed of the eagle, crow and vulture from bottom to top, and blue aura is burning in its eyes.
"Or do you never think about what you are pursuing?"
It stopped and played with the next word.
"Why should you call Soshyan, or should you call Xerxes, the king of kings?"
This passage made Soshiyang creepy and speechless.
"Oh, are you scared?"
"No."
The four creatures burst into laughter, their sounds like bones breaking, and lightning and thunder.
Then, four black shadows grew out of thin air and crawled towards him, surrounding Soshiyang, step by step, like a wave slamming his consciousness.
"Have you ever looked at your past? How long have you not recalled these false times you spent? Have you ever found that you are so different from the past? Is this your voluntary change, or is something subtly affecting you and occupying you? The ghost of the dead has been entangled in your mind, right?"
The four voices intertwined to form a magnificent resonance. Soshiyang felt as if he was standing in front of a hundred-meter giant, listening to the other party's roar at close range.
He was nailed to death by the torrent of this sound and could not move.