Talos did not pay attention to the Dimension Claw anymore, his gaze was completely attracted by Sulasian - the power of the ritual trembled in the air, and he could feel it sticking to his skin like a scorching mark.
A bridge is forming, connecting the material world with the ether's boiling madness, and he is very clear about what will happen next.
After a while, a flashing silver spear hit the shield of the enchanted dimension claw, but it seemed to hit a solid wall and burst instantly.
Huge energy washed the battlefield and tormented everyone's nerves: even when the nerve feedback began to overload synaptic receptors, warning signals flashed in most people's vision.
"Who is it!!!"
Sulasian's shouts became high and began to rise slowly into the air, and its scale-like armor reflected the terrible light of the spout flash and liquid flames.
But another ball of flame mixed with lightning followed one after another,
The twisted energy collided with the fiery anger, and the spiritual energy surged wildly, and then the entire space was like a burst of air bubbles, exploding with a loud thunder.
Bahram fell to the ground, but a strong hand beside him grabbed his arm and helped him up.
A man in a gray robe and a jackal mask walked past him. The dimensional claw lord lowered his head and curled up in front of him like a tree root.
"Who are you!"
The answer to him was a burning sword that instantly pierced the legs of the Dimensional Claw, just below the hip joint.
The freak fell and fell to the ground.
Bahram looked at the mysterious man in confusion, and he felt that the air was as sticky as melting like wax, and he could also feel that the present world became unstable under the violent impact of energy.
At this time, the mysterious man pulled out a stack of card pages from his waist and quickly turned out a page.
"Can you feel the energy, Bahram?"
The other party's voice was very low, and Bahram nodded instinctively.
From beginning to end, he felt an unnatural force hitting his heart.
"Keep calm for a while and don't think about attacking it."
Bahram felt confused, but the other party did not explain further.
Suddenly, a storm hit his head violently, and the unnatural energy crawled along his spiritual path, and he almost screamed by the blasphemous touch—he felt a terrible existence hidden behind it.
"Don't waver!"
Not far from him, the mysterious man began to read aloud.
Bahram had to focus on these words so that he would not have the idea of attacking.
At the same time, Sulasian climbed up again, spread its arms, and hung in the air.
It towered above the gathering Astarte, its wings surrounded by hellish wheels of light, its shadow moved along its length, the flesh on the armor rippled, and a pair of tentacle-like arms stretched out to surround itself, and many eyes shone with a light green light.
The energy of the spell attracted this blasphemous creature, which tangled like a net, but like trying to tie a dragon with a ball of thread, it also resisted, consciousness oppressing the bondage and testing it.
The mysterious man stood in front of the Dimensional Claw Lord, raised his fist and pointed at its inhuman face.
"I will restrain you with my oath!"
He shouted.
"I will restrain you with the power of words!"
In an instant, power surged out from him like a flood, bright and clear.
"Let me go."
Suddenly, the sound roared, and its words echoed in everyone's minds, building a bridge between the present and the illusion.
"Your chains cannot bind us!"
But the mysterious man refused to give in.
"The inhabitants of the Ethereal! The nineteenth ceremony of the Silver Tower, I order you! Tell me your name!"
The demon was still resisting, and Bahram could feel its consciousness trying to escape from that body.
“Sulassin.”
It spits out its name, but the mysterious man clenches his fists.
"It's not the name people give you, tell your real name!"
"Let me go."
The devil is still struggling.
"Everything will eventually be revealed."
It is now pulling the chains of the ceremony more and more forcefully, and in a while it will return to its original place.
Bahram clenched his mouth, feeling his skin swollen, his blood vessels were about to freeze, and cold steam emerged from his throat.
However, for every minute and every second of his life, he resisted the desire to attack the creature and barely controlled it in his own harbor.
"Tell me your name!"
The mysterious man shouted again, throwing a sedge card at the same time, and countless chains popped up instantly.
The next second, the devil let out a roar and burst out with an energy.
The world collapsed and the storm of spiritual energy began to fade.
There was a horrific silence on the battlefield, and Talos turned to Bahram, the non-commissioned officer fell to the ground, and the seams of his armor were steaming.
The town cracked like a broken oil painting, and everyone found themselves back in the jungle, and the mysterious man was standing where the demon was originally, holding a card surrounded by black air in his hand.
The mysterious man glanced at Bahram and suddenly laughed:
"The young man did a good job, thanks to you weakening the will of that thing at the last moment, otherwise you might not have been able to deal with it."
As he said that, he looked at Talos.
"I'll leave it to you for the aftermath."
Before the words were finished, the mysterious man disappeared with a flash.
Sabrin stared blankly at the other party's original position, then turned to Talos.
"Company Commander, he is..."
"The War Team Think Tank, just call him jackal in the future. Don't tell me what's going on today."
Sabrin nodded thoughtfully, then walked forward and helped Bahram up.
"Is it okay?"
"It's okay, just..."
Bahram looked up at Sabrin through his scattered eyes, his bleeding lips opened, and smiled, and then fainted.
Talos clapped his hands and said:
"Everyone clean up here, collect all the corpses of the dimensional claws and destroy them with hot melt. Remember to keep a video certificate before destruction. I will send it to our leader of the battle. Sabrin, you and Li Lin will be responsible for carrying Bahram back."
About two hours later, Soshyan received a report from the 11th Company in his command post at the Vos Camp in the Red Sand Mountains, mainly about Dimensional Claws and Sulassian.
According to the post-war investigation by the 11th Company, this dimensional claw was related to at least hundreds of attacks and disappearances. It was difficult to count the imperial soldiers who died at their hands, but according to the existing number of missing persons and the number of losses, at least two thousand people died at their hands.
Soshyan also had to admit that Abaddon's harassing tactics had achieved certain results. In just one week, more than 8,000 people had disappeared or injured in the front-line defenders. Although the morale of the front-line troops such as Kadian and Krieg were still high, the morale of the local garrison was shaken, which forced these main groups to temporarily send political commissaries to "maintain order" - simply put, they shot hundreds of people.