Just when Soshyan wanted to go further, the demon started laughing wildly.
The sound that echoed in Soshiyang's mind was so ugly; the harsh laughter, rusty with hatred, full of hissing blood and jagged metal resonance.
As Soshyan progressed, the laughter became more strident.
The initial attack was just an appetizer. When Soshyan tried to approach the crack in the door, a strong wind carried colorful smoke pouring out of the crack, filling the entire hall in an instant.
When the curtain was lifted, Soshyan also saw the enemy.
They condensed into twisted shapes in the thin smoke, their dark outlines slowly unfolded, and they moved forward steadily.
He could smell their musky alluring scent, feel the heat emanating from the air, hear the foamy throats and gurgling sounds like pulmonary embolism.
Screaming ghosts swirled in the smoke, buzzing with a headache.
A horde of Slaanesh demons suddenly appeared.
But soon, Soshyan realized what attracted them——
"soon...."
Whispers accompanied by wild laughter washed over Soshyan's will, hissing and murmuring with the promise of uncontrollable hunger and dark temptation.
"Soon!!! You will soon see my power. I am the source of endless joy and pain!!!"
In this place where the curtain of the world is weakest, the magic book that had been silent for a long time in Soshiyang's waist finally began to stir. It was its breath that attracted this boundless demon group.
Although Soshiyang was silent, these unclean sounds were burning his will, and they came back again and again, getting stronger and stronger.
He continued to fight in these mad words, just as he had always done, the battle with the claws of the soul was never over.
The Chaos servants of Slaanesh loomed around him, their desecrated claws and stumps writhing in the fog.
Soshyan's pace began to speed up, first walking quickly, then jogging, and then running in a jumping style. The heavy steps splashed blood on the ground.
The ground shook as he charged.
"Kill it! Kill it!!"
The grimoire also became violent, causing the demons to become restless as well.
They howled, and their long, reptilian mouthparts made rattling sounds as they sang. The sound of cursed music enveloped the hall, with rapid trills echoing at the end of each melody, and a deep bass humming the beat and singing in various tones. Various rhythms.
This music tortures the soul with lies so true that they tempt Soshyan to join the song and dedicate his voice to unbridled abandon.
The scent of temptation hangs in the air, as tiresome as that song is, a temptation that lures people into pursuing unparalleled pleasure.
But Soshyan's response was only one word -
cut!
Raise your hand! Raise your sword! whereabouts! die!
At this moment, Soshyan was like a gray ghost. The long sword in his hand sparkled when he waved it, reflecting the edge of hell.
Everything it touched was incomplete, desecrated corpses fell from either side of him, cut and chopped, falling and tumbling in blood.
He roars a holy war cry that fuels every swing of his sword.
"Kill all the evil spirits!"
The minions of Slaanesh crashed around him in despair like stormy waves crashing against solid stone.
There was a flame in his eyes, which ignited fear even in the hearts of the inanimate, but the flame was so pure, as clean, sharp, and focused as a blade, without a trace of emotion, like a surgical operation.
"Kill it ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"
The grimoires still scream, the demons still sing.
But Soshyan saw through the song, rejected its temptations, shattered its deadly harmonies with his sword, tore the singing demons apart, hacked their bodies into pieces, and told them with his actions - his Impeccable purity.
He continued to move forward, walking towards the breach, getting closer and closer to the center of the vortex.
Soshyan may not be able to eliminate all the evil spirits that stand in his way at once, but he will dig out the heart of every one who stands in his way, and any abomination that stands in his way will die.
When the power of the Warp began to fade, these unholy beings had paid the price for their evil deeds.
But they still sang, and the empty halls echoed with the songs of the demon choir.
Far away from Soshyan, those abominable creatures of Chaos danced joyfully, as if the incarnations of unimaginable terror were mocking him, eagerly waiting for him to witness what awaited him.
But the demons who fought with him were not happy. Their roars were full of anger, and they rushed towards him with their claws waving.
Soshyan's existence makes them suffer, even to the point of madness and despair.
This group of demons didn't seem to want him to reach his destination, and there were many more demons behind him than in front of him - but if those behind him had the ability to destroy him, they would do so before he took another step.
In the twisted sea of demons, he took another step, another step, firming his mind, moving forward desperately, and stabbed the chest of the demon in front of him with his sword.
The Slaanesh Banshee screamed, her huge claws striking his pauldrons, leaving deep scratches.
Soshiyang twisted the Holy Flame Sword, and the demon suddenly lost its balance. The thorn tail whipped weakly, and pus splashed onto the fine workman power armor.
He had killed so many demons that the dirty blood covered his armor, causing it to lose its original color.
He quickly pulled out the sword from the demon's twitching body. Following Soshiyan's steps, the fallen demon's body began to collapse from the material world.
But this was not enough. Time was not on Soshyan's side. He already felt the biting cold.
So he charged forward with his sword, knocking down a demon in front of him and killing another demon before it had a chance to fight back.
The demon fell, stumbling, screaming, limbs flailing, struggling in the mud.
The power of gray marrow is unmatched and can cleanse away the evil atmosphere!
After a period of fighting, Soshyan was less than fifty meters away from the breach, and it could be clearly seen that the figure was actually a set of Terminator armor - it was gray iron-colored, and its shape was somewhat similar to that of a cavalryman. , but there are also many differences, especially on the left and right shoulders, there are two similar
The metal protrusions of flower bones.
Seeing Soshyan approaching the breach, Slaanesh's creations attacked him with increasing ferocity.
But he just cut the demons in half at will and struggled forward, leaving a pile of broken corpses behind him, but there were more demons gathering in front.
"I will give you new life."
Seeing Soshyan getting closer and closer to his goal, the grimoire also changed from a curse to a temptation.
"Embrace the power of our Lord and you will be free from that doomed fate!"
