Standard Terran Calendar, 41
Extreme star field, Demeter star field, Pandora star system, Pain star
After receiving the news of the victory in the naval battle, Soshyan continued to stay in orbital space. On the one hand, he remotely controlled the deployment and operations on the ground, and on the other hand, he waited for the arrival of the Imperial Navy and the Dark Angels.
But for some reason, he has always felt uneasy since he came to the orbit of the Paiji Star.
Astropath once reported that the subspace activities here were too frequent and intense. He didn't know if it had something to do with it. Veronica also said that this planet was surrounded by a powerful evil force, and believed that this force only relied on A warp rift is difficult to form.
The implication is that there may be something unknown to Soshyan on the Pishang planet. Veronica thinks it is an ominous place, so she persuades Soshyan not to go to the surface of the planet.
But Soshyan himself has no fear of the creations of subspace, but he feels that this uneasiness has nothing to do with subspace.
As a result, not long after he deployed the 11th company to capture the Voss camp, Soshyan, who was sitting on the command throne and watching the mission briefing, gradually felt his eyelids become heavy, and fell asleep without realizing it——
Suddenly, he felt someone calling him.
How long has it been?
Cold darkness surrounded him, with no beating of heart or hissing of breath to break it.
How long had he been asleep? Why have no clue?
Khayon tried to look around, but there was nothing to see, no light to illuminate the darkness.
He may be falling, he may be tumbling and spinning without even realizing it.
who is it?
The question echoed repeatedly, and finally fell silent.
What?
Then he remembered, remembered that golden color.
The shining golden net stretches infinitely in the netherworld. The silk ribbons break and split, then connect and gather again, cutting the void into sharp fragments over and over again.
He whirled through the network, flickering and changing form: gray eagle, spiraling ring of fire and shattered crescent moon.
Colorful sparks danced behind him, and the golden net sang as he passed, making people feel happy.
He had experienced this journey in his dreams several times before, but this was the first time he had dived into the vast ocean of his own volition.
Soshiyang rose into the sky, his thoughts extending across time and space, across the galaxy, using his will to twist reality and reshape it. It was so simple - he was like the life of creation at this moment, shaping the planet at will.
That feeling is not like everything, but it is better than everything.
But soon, this feeling was interrupted.
They come for him,
I noticed them before they came into view. The giggles of those things were like cracking ice, and the golden net suddenly turned into cracks all over the obsidian plain.
He fell onto the black glass and transformed into a human form, burly and black-haired.
Then Soshyan stood up and turned his eyes to the shadow crawling on the ground.
The cold current poured down on his head, and he tasted the taste of blood, which was warm and pungent.
Laughter penetrates the surface of the concept, and nothing seen or felt before the eyes is a real form - all of them are obscure images, shadow puppets projected on the etheric screen.
Yet cold dreams can burn deeper than real fire.
A scarlet vicious dog stepped out of the darkness, its skinless muscles soaked with blood, and droplets formed on the tips of its teeth.
There are eye-catching scars on its snout and mouth, twisting and twitching between its eyes that look like molten copper.
It stared at Soshiyang, stepped forward step by step, opened its mouth and panted. He could feel the anger and fanaticism in every breath of the beast.
Then, the blood-red vicious dog began to circle around Soshyan.
For some reason, Soshyan seemed to hear laughter from the tapping of his claws.
"What is entry?"
Soshiyang asked in a deep voice, and the beast god responded with a low roar, opening and closing his jaw as fast as lightning.
The next moment, Soshiyang felt that the tip of the other person's teeth scratched his face, and pain erupted from within at the touch.
The obsidian beneath his feet fell apart, and he sank, falling into the abyss of oblivion beneath.
The vicious dog followed him like a swirling hurricane.
Soshyan tried with all his strength to push its presence away, but the storm swallowed up his strength.
Its hatred surrounded me, its mouth was hot and red, but it didn't actually attack.
Until that moment, Soshyan hit another glass plain and struggled to get up.
The tide of subspace crashed into the surface of concepts, making it impossible for him to distinguish reality.
The vicious dog began to circle again, but this time it was not alone. Three other figures stood far behind it.
A snake swam on the black glass, its scales changing colors as the body flexed and stretched. Every movement carried an inexplicable weakness and obscenity, as if the smell of vomit had turned into substance.
It raised its head and looked at Soshyan with a human face that was flawless, then licked its lips, and the scales covering the smiling face shone brightly.
There was something standing in the sky behind the flower snake, like a rotten moth staring with white eyes like a dead fish. Its chest vibrated and expanded and contracted, and every time it breathed, there was a gurgling sound of phlegm.
The last figure was far away from Soshyan, blurry, as if shapeless, but he was sure that the other person's back was facing him.
The evil dogs are approaching in a circle, and the flower snake is following behind.
"I understand what you are."
The vicious dog stopped, and Soshyan could see jagged and sharp bone spurs rising from the blood-stained muscles on its back.
The flower snake is laughing, and the poisonous moth is buzzing and fluttering its wings.
Soshyan was sure, sure he understood.
"Incarnation of chaos, you are trying to drag me into darkness, but I know in my heart that this road is difficult and dangerous, and I must face all kinds of delusions. You are just an illusion, and I am not afraid of you."
"Is that what you're after?"
A voice sounded. It was reserved, but it echoed with different tones, as if many voices were intertwined.
The rotten moth buzzed backwards, and the hunched creature turned around at the edge of the circle and looked at Soshyan.
Its head is a superposition of an eagle, a crow and a vulture from bottom to top, and its eyes are burning with blue aura.
"Or have you never thought about what you are pursuing?"
It paused, pondering the next word.
"Should I call you Soshyan, or should I call you Xerxes, the King of Kings?"
These words made Soshiyang horrified and speechless.
"Oh, you're scared?"
"No."
The four creatures laughed, the sound was like bones breaking, lightning and thunder.
Then, four black shadows grew out of thin air, crawled towards him, surrounded Soshyan, pressing every step, hitting his consciousness like a surging wave.
"Have you ever looked at your past? How long has it been since you recalled the false time you spent? Have you found that you are so completely different from the past? Is this a voluntary change on your part, or is something subtle? Affect you, possess you? The ghosts of the dead are always haunting you, aren't they?"
The four voices intertwined to form a majestic resonance. Soshyan felt as if he was standing in front of a 100-meter giant, listening to the other person's roar at close range.
His whole body was nailed to the spot by the torrent of sound, unable to move.
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