Chapter 350 Backstab
Looking at the Thousand Sons in front of him, Soshiyang felt more of the emotions emanating from them, not just their appearance.
The graphics and symbols depicted on their ornate armor decorated with gold and gems can evoke the memories of the most ancient gods of mankind - the image of demons on the surface of polished metal armor Twisting and undulating.
They fired at Soshyan indifferently, and he could even see the hatred burning in their bodies.
Sarpedon learned wisely. He knew that the angry warrior in front of him was a bit weak and had the power to restrain psychic powers, so he attacked as much as possible under the cover of the scarlet letter.
He waved the soul spear and pointed it at his opponent, and then Soshiyang first felt a flash of golden light, and then a light arrow filled with dark energy struck, knocking him into the air like a child's toy and falling backwards.
Soshiyang instinctively turned his body in the air, and fell to the ground in a crouching position the next second.
This attack did not cause any harm to him, but he was also surprised by the power of the opponent's psychic energy - even under the restriction of gray marrow, he could still be knocked away.
At this time, Thor had already broken through the Soul Drinker's obstruction and rushed in front of the Scarlet Letter Warrior.
“Kill your father’s enemy!”
He swung the sword in his hand and stabbed a Thousand Sons helmet hard.
The roar of the metal collision echoed, and the red-letter warrior fell backwards like a kite with a broken string. The fire loomed in the large hole punctured in his helmet.
There is no flesh or sound, because they are already a group of undead ghosts lingering in the ancient armored bodies.
Soshiyang, who stood firm, once again roared towards the think tank director, and the remaining scarlet letters immediately opened fire.
Their shooting was deadly accurate. After Soshyan was shot in the shoulder, he fell to the ground, and then took advantage of the bullet chasing his footsteps to hit the ground, and rushed towards the nearest enemy. passed.
Gray marrow is not only able to counter psychic energy, but also increases his body's reaction speed.
After finishing a scarlet letter, Thor began to breathe out anger with the bolt gun in his hand to attract the enemy's attention.
Bullets were fired at the enemy group one after another. Unfortunately, the mysterious armor with red letters withstood the impact of the bombs.
But Soshyan knew that Sol had bought him enough time.
He can rush into the enemy formation in the next second.
Sarpedon recited a spell in a strange tone, and immediately another arrow of dark energy shot out from his hand.
Soshyan quickly dodged to the left, but the light arrow immediately turned around and still flew towards him.
"Damn!"
The arcane energy hit him. Although it did not cause any harm to him, it made him lose his balance and fell into a pile of crates with a roar.
The angry Soshyan grabbed the oil pipe beside him and struggled to stand up.
Thor dodged between the bullets fired back by the Thousand Sons. Under the control of a certain force, the Scarlet Letters avoided close combat as much as possible and kept shooting to suppress him.
Rage ignited in Soshiyang's heart, and he slammed into the nearest Thousand Son and the warlock, stabbing the Thousand Son's helmet with his sword.
The next second, the sword pierced the ancient ceramic armor protected by mysterious power, and the sword tip poked out from the back of the Thousand Sons' helmet.
"Come! Dirty thing!"
He roared and pointed his sword at the next scarlet letter warrior, while the ancient warrior silently raised his gun in an attempt to ward off this deadly attack. A blow.
But Soshyan cut the gun body in half with a single strike of his sword.
Ghostly smoke wafted from the destroyed bolter, and Soshyan raised the bolt pistol in his other hand and knocked his opponent's head off with two blasts.
At this time, he received a heavy blow on the back of his head, knocking him to the ground.
Sarpedon cunningly hit him on the back of the head with an energy arrow. Although there was a helmet blocking it, it still made his head buzz.
But Soshyan did not stand up immediately, but subconsciously rolled forward.
As soon as he left his original position, a string of bullets hit the ground fiercely. A Thousand Sons came shooting at him.
Soshiyang rolled over, charged the enemy head-on, and kicked upwards.
Kicked squarely in the chest, the scarlet warrior staggered and fell backward.
Only then did Soshyan stand up and thrust his sword into the enemy's abdomen.
Flames immediately ignited in the armor with the red letter, and the black hole in the soul brought by the gray marrow tore its essence into pieces.
Although countless fine sands were flying out of the armor, the scarlet letter still struggled to rush towards Soshiyang's throat, but the Holy Flame Sword stopped his final counterattack.
"Go to hell!"
Soshiyan said, putting the muzzle of the bolt pistol against his opponent's forehead and pulling the trigger hard, and then the scarlet armor He slid weakly to the ground along Soshyan's power sword.
After dealing with the enemy, he took three seconds to quickly judge the current battle situation.
Thor was beside him, having just killed another enemy on top of his first kill.
Other soul drinkers are still fighting fiercely, but they may not be able to hold on for long, as the number of enemies is far greater than them.
Savitar was nowhere to be seen.
At this time, the armor with red letters that he had killed suddenly floated from the floor, as if it was being pulled by invisible threads - blue flames wrapped around the wrists of the armor.
Seeing the lifeless puppet raising his hands, Soshyan's eyes widened in shock, and the hair on the back of his neck suddenly stood up.
The real world begins to tremble.
In the blink of an eye, a ball of fire shot straight from the empty armored hand, and Soshyan quickly raised his arms to protect his face.
The fireball immediately disappeared in front of him.
Then he heard crazy laughter echoing in the west, and a sickly sweet smell filled his nose.
Something began to materialize, and a monster appeared floating in the air supported by the non-existent air current.
Its flesh and blood showed blue for a while and turned pink for a while. The tentacles stretched out from the constantly twisting piece of flesh and swiped towards Soshyan like a flail.
A sense of horror and disgust spread throughout Soshyan's body. He stubbornly raised the power sword in his hand, raised his head, and roared loudly, drowning the demon's laughter with his roar.
“Come on——!”
When he lowered his head, he suddenly heard a war cry like a response. It was a familiar voice.
With a loud crash, the air burst and a huge crack appeared.
Soon, there was another loud noise, and a figure covered in thick purple liquid, like a huge nocturnal predator, flew out of the crack, and at the same time, a halberd fell heavily in front of Sarpedon. meters away.
“What!”
The fallen think tank director was frightened to death. He remembered this halberd very clearly.
As he tried to retreat in panic, a sharp pain came.
Slowly, Sarpedon looked down at the sharp objects protruding from his body, which were the tips of three metal claws.
A large armored hand then grasped his shoulder and pulled out the warp-cursed steel.
Sarpedon turned his head, and what he saw out of the corner of his eye was the face that always had a mocking smile, with the soul spear still in his hand.
Then, with the collision of ceramic steel, his hand could no longer exert its strength, and the soul spear rolled to the ground.
(End of this chapter)