Soshyan Alexei——
Walking in the endless desert, a name came to his mind. He tried to concentrate and recall the face behind the name, but he couldn't remember anything.
Shadows coiled around his feet, reaching out like tentacles from his imagination and entangling his thoughts.
who I am?
A mocking whisper echoed in his mind
You are nothing.
Dark shadows began to form on the horizon. Soshyan's mind had pictured them as demons demanding his soul, but it didn't take long before they coalesced into the shape of trees.
Whether they were oases or mirages didn't matter to him, and he staggered forward, his steps dragging.
He tried to imagine a trickle of coolness running down his throat, dousing the fire that burned within him.
But the laughter kept echoing in his ears, hysterical and full of mockery.
He glanced at his left hand, but didn't see the ring. His thoughts drifted in and out, and he tried to focus on what was in front of him.
He kept walking, but redemption and hope never seemed close.
"None of this is real."
Soshyan croaked, knowing full well that his brain was playing tricks on him
He walked on, the world tilting before his eyes.
He heard the chirping of birds, but he saw nothing and struggled to understand what was going on.
The blood slid down from the sun, dyeing the desert a bright red, and then disappeared into the night.
The darkness concealed the shadows but did not drive them away. The air grew cold, and he stumbled along, staring at the ground beneath his feet until his steps made a splash.
Soshyan fell to his knees, reached out, scooped them up and put them into his mouth.
But it did nothing to quench his thirst...
The fire burning in his heart could not be quelled.
It was eating him away and there was nothing he could do about it.
Suddenly, a white dove landed on a branch near the oasis. He looked up at the creature and felt puzzled.
"I am Soshyan Alexei."
For some unknown reason, he raised his head and spoke seriously to the bird.
It chirped, wiping away the harsh taunts.
Soon, its cry became low and heavy.
Then his wings flickered and fell, and Soshyan stretched out his hand. The white dove shone in his palm, and finally turned into a delicate little porcelain cup.
Looking at the porcelain cup, Soshiyang blinked and realized something——
On the edge of the black sun, two star gods were struggling. It seemed that no skills were needed to reach their level of power, only the most primitive fighting was left.
At first, no one gained the upper hand.
They rolled in the void, tearing each other apart, until the star god wearing the broken crown suddenly used his strength and threw the Deceiver onto the remains of the black sun. Then he rushed forward, grabbed one of the opponent's arms, and tore him apart forcefully. down and put it in your mouth.
The Deceiver let out a horrifying howl that shocked the souls of all living things. It struggled frantically and tried to get out of the predicament, but the opponent's hand had already pressed down on its head, and then opened its mouth and bit its throat fiercely.
Like a wild beast, it tore apart the Deceiver's body piece by piece, preparing to devour him whole.
Halfway through eating, the nameless Star God suddenly raised his head and let out a terrifying roar. Half of the entire spire of Commorragh was instantly wiped away, and surging energy rolled over its body.
Suddenly, a small flash of light flew out from its chest, and then emitted thousands of golden lights, turning into countless chains and binding them to the Star God.
The few remaining fragments of the Deceiver suddenly counterattacked at this time, and the remaining parts violently rolled towards the nameless star god, and then shrank violently, blooming with a bright light that temporarily blinded all residents of Commorragh.
In the silent explosion, the black sun of Comoros was completely torn apart——
At this time, the Port of Lost Souls in Comoros is full of wasted lives.
The Witch Spirits and the Howling Banshees launched a charge together, crashing into the most elite Death Guard warriors. Even the Phoenix Eldar Jaan Zhar also participated in the fierce battle, her spears and boomerangs stabbed mercilessly. Wearing rotten flesh and rusted armor.
On the battlefield, she was like a whirlwind of death, sweeping away everything around her with weapons, splitting her limbs apart, piercing her head, digging out her internal organs, fighting with the ruthlessness and madness of a killer.
There were already many Plague Marines lying at her feet. Under the endless attacks of the enemy, she could no longer count how many he had killed.
But the Death Guard Legion has pushed war machines into the battlefield. These war machines are Blight Engines and Plague Crawler equipped with virus injectors. Cannonballs mixed with virus liquid spurt out from their cannon holes, green poisonous fire. Roast the flesh of the living and kill them.
In response, the waves of shurikens and pulse cannons continued to sweep through the ranks of the Death Guard, knocking down one warrior after another.
Neither side gave in or gave in.
Until a shadow falls.
"finally come!"
That is a shadow that weighs on everyone's mind. When it appears, the poisonous flies of decay swarm.
Clouds of poisonous flies flew toward the battlefield, burrowing into the Eldar's nostrils and eyes, burrowing into their mouths and throats, rendering them blind, tearing at their skin, and dragging them to the ground.
The air began to buzz, as a dozen of the deadliest viruses reveled in the bodies of the living. The vision of all the Eldar became dim and narrow, and some even knelt on the ground and vomited bile.
Only Jaen Zar stared at the existence slowly descending in the sky.
On this towering body, a pair of wet insect wings flapped feebly, and a rotten robe fluttered apart in the wind, revealing the thickly armored body and the many scripture ornaments and poison jars hanging above.
For a moment, she even thought of him as a dead person, but as she saw his face hidden deep in the cloak, with his sharp and powerful hazy eyes, she realized that this was an extremely powerful soul.
The face covered with scars was wearing an old respirator, and every time he breathed, there would be a hint of yellowish gas.
Death Guard Primarch, Lord of Death, Mortarion, has arrived!
"Oh, a bloody feast, a bloody feast, where should we start?"
"Mortarion, don't you dare lay a finger on her."
"Phoenix Lord Jarn Zar, in my opinion, you are a complete idiot. Why do you think you can stop me from carrying out my loving father's will?"
"With this!"
Jarn Zhar braced himself, swung the boomerang, and aimed at Mortarion's head to draw a cruel arc.
The high-speed boomerang whizzed through the air, leaving an afterimage. Only when the edge of the blade was less than three inches away from Mortarion's throat did the Lord of Death squirm.
But Mortarion did not step back, he just shook his body and watched the boomerang pass less than a finger's width in front of him, his laughter unwavering.
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