The whole world was gray, and Suoshiyang felt extremely tired for some reason.
He walked toward a black lake, threw Fen Tian aside, and tried to wash away the blood on his hand armor.
But then, he discovered that this was not a lake, nor was it water, but blood.
He stood up and looked around, and all he saw were endless corpses, corpses in blue-purple armor and red-black armor stacked together, with either II or XI on their shoulders.
Everything shouldn't be like this.
Then, he saw a person in the sea of blood in the mountain of corpses. He was kneeling on the pile of corpses, holding a long knife with a lotus-shaped handle in both hands, and his long blood-stained hair covered his face.
Every time he gasped, a lot of blood would gush out.
What did you do, brother?
Everything shouldn't be like this.
Father is just using us.
I can heal you.
You will only kill me.
You have used the power of false gods, and I have used the power of true gods. There is no difference between us.
You have fallen.
The same to you.
Many voices intertwined in Soshyan's mind, causing him to fall into a kind of self-chaos, waiting for the void to take him away.
He seemed to be waiting for something to drag him to the afterlife, where he would be judged for all the sins he had committed and all the blood on his hands.
But nothing.
Then, he found that many warriors appeared around him, wearing red and black armor, surrounding the man in the middle, pointing their bolt guns at each other.
"Father, this is your command."
Soshyan was stunned for a moment. He realized what he should do, but he couldn't say it.
Then the kneeling giant suddenly stood up and shouted something, but Soshyan could not hear it.
He dashed across the battle line at lightning speed, along the edge of the fire net, and down the mountain of corpses towards the storm, surrounded by an unprecedented psychic charge that grew stronger and stronger.
Something moved in the storm, something Soshyan could not clearly feel, stirring the storm's air currents and reaching out from the depths of the warp.
The thin curtain of the material world suddenly collapsed, and the flow of subspace suddenly changed the direction of all its power. The gathered energy hit the giant's body, and his aura exploded with bright light in an instant.
Soon, it grew and transformed into a huge, glittering monster.
Soshyan saw the incoming monster and retreated from the storm, but the current of souls dragged him along.
He became very slow, too slow.
The warriors turned their bolter fire on the giant, bullets exploding at the edges of his aura, but its remaining fury transformed him into a nova of energy.
The originally human face twisted in pain, strength and madness, and then he stretched his arms forward.
The impact at that moment lasted forever, and hundreds of soldiers were instantly thrown hundreds of meters away.
Soshyan raised his weapon again, causing the giant to scream out a single word.
"Immortal Starfall!"
A subspace flame burst out from the giant, but it instantly pointed into nothingness and was completely consumed.
The bullet immediately broke through the thin energy, tearing open its skin, revealing the liquid flesh.
Soshiyang was also ready for his own counterattack. He rushed forward, broke away from the layers of subspace flames, and Fen Tian struck the opponent at once.
"Ceasefire."
The storm was no more, and on the ground where it once sheltered lay a carbonized corpse, twisted in the agony of destroying it.
It was unusually deformed, nearly six meters long, with five arms and a string of heads growing out of its neck.
To Soshyan's surprise, the other party was still alive, although dying.
The man's eyes were a hollow, boiling white, and they turned towards Soshyan as he came up to him.
"Brother, I don't want this -"
"I know."
Then a clawed, blackened hand grasped his thigh.
"Perhaps...your path is...correct, but you must...be careful...the one holding the seal..."
"Rest in peace, brother."
There was no longer a response, the other party's hand fell softly, and his eyes remained motionless.
Soshiyang felt "himself" slowly squatting down, staring at the mutated body, picking up the knife that the other party dropped beside him, and felt mixed emotions in his heart for some reason.
"We are all helpless...but I believe there will be a different path."
This sentence seemed to be what he said to himself.
Then, all the images and sounds began to fade away.
I don't know how long it took, but Soshyan heard another voice in his head, distant and vague.
"Hey! Wake up! Soshyan, you idiot! Wake up!"
Soshyan did not fall to death.
He just hit the ground hard, his whole body hurting like it was on fire, and he couldn't move, speak or even blink.
Veronica's worried face came into his field of vision. This Eldar, wearing the clothes of a medical nun who didn't know where he got it from, was kneeling next to him, flipping through a medical bag in a panic - Soshyan thought a little. Lol, she's too stupid to know how to use it.
Behind her stood the cloaked Khayon, who appeared just in time to crush all the explosions into a single point and send them into the warp.
Therefore, almost no one was injured——
Except for Soshyan, who was closest, and he was now covered in blood.
"I owe you my life."
Soshyan said this to Kayan when he lost consciousness.
Talos on the side walked over, glanced at Soshyan and Veronica, and then turned to Kayan.
"I thought you wouldn't be here. After all, it would be quite embarrassing if you bumped into Abaddon, right?"
"I came just knowing he wasn't here."
Kayon sighed softly and then said:
"Ahriman has also come to banish the Death Star."
"he came!?"
Talos looked surprised.
"Did you fight him?"
"Um."
"Who's winning?"
"Do you have to ask such embarrassing questions?"
Kayon said, gently brushing the large scorch marks on his left arm with his right thumb——
In a space independent of reality, the Scarlet Letters advanced, firing at each other.
Knowing that he could not completely defeat Ahriman in witchcraft, Khayon involved the other party in a sword fight. Both parties were familiar with each other and knew each other's abilities - Ahriman's close combat could not be said to be bad, but at least in He is not outstanding among thousands of sons.
Khayon is one of the few people in the legion who is good at close combat.
High King Arax crouched on the ground to avoid danger, his fine robes torn and soaked with blood.
"Kayon, I heard about your killing of Tagus Daravik, do you plan to use the same method against me?"
"No, there is a new way."
A sword hit Ahriman staggering, and Khayon suddenly pulled out the exquisite pistol and hit Ahriman's breastplate, making him lose his center of gravity.
But before Khayon could fire again, a burst of energy ripped through the air, causing Khayon to fall to the side.
