Chapter 616 Sword Swinging Demonic Atmosphere
“Could it be Brother Said?”
Just when Soshiyang wanted to go one step further, the demon began to laugh wildly.
The voice 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 and more harsh.
The initial attack was just an appetizer. When Soshyan tried to approach the crack in the door, a strong wind carried colorful smoke and poured 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 waves emanating from the air, and hear their throats filled with thick foam and gurgling sounds like pulmonary embolism.
Screaming ghosts hover in the smoke, buzzing and causing headaches.
A horde of Slaanesh demons suddenly appeared.
But soon, Soshyan realized what attracted them -
"Soon."
Muttered words followed by wild laughter washed over Soshyan Young's will, the promise of unquenchable hunger and dark temptation hissed.
"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 on Soshiyang's waist finally began to stir. It was its breath that attracted the boundless demon group.
Although Soshyan was silent, these unclean sounds were burning his will, and they came back again and again, getting stronger and stronger.
He kept fighting in these mad words, just as he had always done, the battle with the claws that invaded the soul never ended.
The Chaos servants of Slaanesh loomed around him, their desecrated claws and stumps writhing in the thick 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 equally restless.
They howled, their slender mouthparts like reptiles making rattling sounds as they sang, the sound of cursed music enveloped the hall, rapid trills echoed at the end of each melody, and a deep bass hummed To the beat and in a variety of rhythms.
This music tortures the soul with lies that are so true that they tempt Soshyan to join the song and dedicate his voice to unbridled indulgence.
The scent of temptation hangs in the air, as tiresome as that song is, a temptation that lures people into pursuing unparalleled pleasure.
But Soshiyang's response was only one word -
Behead!
Raise your hands! Raise your sword! whereabouts! die!
At this moment, Soshiyang 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 sacred battle cry that fuels every swing of his sword.
"Death to evil!"
Like stormy waves crashing against solid rock, the servants of Slaanesh crumble around him in despair. 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 ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"
The grimoire is still screaming, and the demons are still singing.
But Soshyan saw through the song, rejected its temptation, shattered its deadly harmonies with his sword, tore the singing demons apart, hacked their bodies into pieces, and with action Tell them - His purity is impeccable.
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 all abominations that stand in his way will die.
By the time the power of the Warp began to fade, the unholy beings had paid the price for their evil deeds.
But they still sang, and the empty hall 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. What exactly is it.
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.
The existence of Soshyan 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 far more demons behind him than in front of him - but if those behind him had the power 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 pierced the chest of the demon in front of him with his sword.
The Slaanesh Banshee screamed, its huge claws hitting his shoulder armor, drawing a deep scratch.
And Soshiyang twisted the Sheng Yan Sword, and the demon suddenly lost its balance. The thorn tail whipped weakly, and pus splashed onto the fine workman power armor.
He has killed too many demons, and the dirty blood covered his armor, causing the armor 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 did not stand for Soshyan. He already felt the biting cold.
So he swung his sword and charged forward, 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 dancing wildly, struggling in the mud.
The power of gray marrow is unmatched, cleansing 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, which have two metal protrusions that resemble
flower buds.
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 fragmented 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 escape the fate that is doomed to end!”
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(End of this chapter)