Chapter 681 Mysterious Dark Spirit
Hmph, hum—
Hundreds of these twisted things are sitting on the long bone table, gnawing on the white flesh. , while holding a lead wine glass and drinking the scarlet liquid inside.
Their backs are all arched, and their pale and dry hair is like weeds. Almost all of them are naked, and only a few are wearing armor.
At the end of the table, their weapons were neatly stacked into cones. They were huge and cruel machetes with hooks, all stained with blood.
As the distance from them grew closer, a stench hit my nostrils. This smell was very similar to the smell emanating from the lair of some kind of beast, but it was stronger, and it was accompanied by a hint of an elusive smell of disease. It seemed that This group of monsters has been trapped here for too long, and they have become seriously ill.
Soshiyang slowly drew out the Sheng Yan Sword, but he didn’t know if he had disturbed these things.
There is a high platform at the top of the hall, and a separate table is placed on it.
Usually in a hall of this type, the space behind the table often only belongs to the owner. However, there are no humans in this hall.
The owner of this place is a shadow, a shadow that is bigger than all the monsters, so big that even its throne is difficult to sit on.
It stood tall behind the table, its figure swelled in the dim light, as if it was on the verge of getting angry and overturning the table.
Although he didn't know if he had been noticed by the other party, Soshyan saw a long wooden plate placed on the table in front of the huge shadow.
The animal for the owner to enjoy had a slender and straight body. It was piled on a wooden plate and had been almost completely eaten. Even the slender finger bones were picked clean - it was obviously a human being.
There is also a sleeping beast lying in front of the table. Its size is relatively normal. Soshyan can see that it is somewhat similar to the Claw Demon, but like other things in the room, it Its outline is also blurred, as if it is not made of flesh and blood, but shadow.
The only artifacts in the room are two huge hook blades. This weapon is a scimitar with cruel barbs. A pair of iron brackets hang it horizontally on the wall behind the owner.
At this time, should you walk away quietly, or?
After thinking for a while, Soshyan opened his legs and strode towards the fire.
Obviously he was brought here because of some external force. Maybe the other party knew about his existence from the beginning. Then when it comes time to make a choice, humans will never face ghosts and filth. You should show your timidity, this truth has been fulfilled countless times in Soshiyang.
He stood by the fire pit, the monsters turning a blind eye to him, they continued to feast, tearing into their feast, the meat crunching in their hands, their ribs being struck by gleaming fangs Bite off.
Two of them extended their claws to the same mouth of food, so they began to howl at each other, and a fight was about to break out.
"Who brought me to this filthy place!"
Soshiyang shouted in a deep voice.
But no one noticed him, as if there was no such person in the room at all.
He looked at the hunchbacked monsters, then raised his head and roared.
“Get out!”
In this strange hall, the power of his shout was magnified many times, the wood trembled, dust fell from the roof, and the fire was extinguished.
They finally noticed him, and the room was silent. A hundred pairs of yellow eyes stared at him from the darkness.
The huge shadow stood up and squeezed into his throne easily.
"Who stands below? Who comes to my hall and shouts a challenge?"
It was in High Gothic, but with a certain strange intonation , the sound rumbled.
Suddenly, a coal in the fire burst, and an ember fell on it, and many sparks flew out, and the heat escaped from the air.
"I am Soshyan Alexey, Holy Blade of the Lord of Mankind, Chapter Master of the Astral Knights Chapter."
"A mortal."
< br>“I am the Emperor’s will.”
“What an Emperor is, he is just a tyrant who plays with sorcery.”
The shadow said, raising his finger and pointing at Soshyan.
"And you are not a sharp blade. The strange power flowing in your veins will only make you an idiot." It laughed loudly, and the monsters also laughed, and the harsh roar was full of threats. meaning.
“Say your name, monster!”
Soshiyang suppressed his anger, his mind was thinking rapidly about why the other party knew him so well ?
"Name, do you know what the name means?"
The thing still maintained a mocking tone.
“Only a fool can say his own name easily.”
As it spelled out human words, its growl made its speech rougher and its voice became Moist and scratchy.
“And here, I am a sharp blade, just like you. The hypocritical tyrant’s lackey, there is no place for you in my hall, this is my territory, take your dogs with you. ”
Its subordinates howled too.
"I will go nowhere until the enemies of the Emperor are eradicated."
Soshiyan's confident voice rose above the howls.
“If you want to fight, then fight.”
“Okay!”
Amid the wild laughter, a slender figure emerged from the shadow of the throne and stretched out its arms.
It is about two meters tall and wears sharp-edged black armor. Its form is very similar to the warriors of the Eldar tribe that Soshyan has seen, but it has a lot more spikes and runes, and its helmet It has devil-like horns and a string of red silk on the back of its head.
"The Eldar Tribe?"
Soshiyang thought about countless possibilities, but he never expected that this was actually an Eldar Tribe, and a Dark Eldar Tribe.
But if you look closely, you will see that this is not an entity. It seems to be made entirely of smoke. Apart from burning eyes, sharp barbs, and hanging red silk, there is nothing to prove it. It is evidence of physical existence.
Then, it stretched out its index finger and scratched it from the air.
“Well——”
The sudden pain made Soshiyang take a deep breath. He looked down and found a wound that seemed to be scratched by a sharp claw. On the right chest - even the Terminator armor was torn apart.
“This!”
Soshiyang didn’t feel the power of witchcraft, the attack came so inexplicably.
Suddenly, with a bang, the torch at the far end of the hall went out, and then the other torches quickly went out along the corridor, and darkness approached Soshyan from the other end of the hall.
Soshiyang clenched the Sheng Yan Sword and was alert to the surroundings. The goggles on his helmet also lit up, and the high-resolution visual enhancement system searched for any subtle movements.
In Soshyan's eyes, this area seemed to be shrouded in green twilight, but the monsters disappeared.
"This is."
While confused, Soshiyang felt something, raised his hand and swung his sword out, the blade clearly visible under infrared vision.
But there was a shadow there, just a shadow.
No, not even a shadow, just a vague afterimage. He just felt that the blade of the sword came into contact with something, a broken trace. hallucination.
The next moment, impact, blood and roar followed.
“Ugh!!!”
Soshiyang grunted after being hit hard, staggered back a few steps, and hit the wall.
(End of this chapter)