Chapter 685 Blood-Hand Kane
“Keira Mantha Kane!”
As Suoshiyang was in shock, a dying song suddenly sounded in the wind, which made people very sad. disturbed.
He didn't understand it, but he seemed to understand that it was the name of this dying god.
While struggling to stand up, the broken god crawled closer, its hands rummaging in the sand to find a point of strength, but it seemed that it really couldn't stand up.
Soshyan watched it crawling, noticing the marks of ax chops all over its broken plate armor, and the long mane-like hair on the back of its head rising like smoke, floating on both sides of its roaring death mask - just Same with Phoenix Lord from Howling Banshee.
The strong wind swept by, and the hair spread out in all directions, like a slave shackled by the storm.
Soshyan stepped back carefully and slowly, his boots grinding against the gravel. Although he was already filled with curiosity, no matter what the limp thing in front of him was, its anger spurted out like a psychic. The halo is extremely powerful.
He took another step back and then continued to examine it carefully.
No matter how majestic this statue once was, it has now been destroyed by supernatural decay. The once magnificent body of the god is now only a struggling and crawling body.
When he squinted his eyes and scanned the afterimage around it, Soshyan could almost clearly see its past glory - a body wearing mythical plate armor, its eyes filled with white flames, its heart beating, towards the incombustible The black stone skeleton is covered with a huge amount of lava.
It is the majestic incarnation of revenge and massacre in the world. Soshyan saw many blurry images in the flying sand and dust around the body, and now the wind blowing has gathered a circle of falsehood around it. ’s halo—another frail echo of a once-magnificent one.
If it successfully stands up, it will be taller than a Knight Titan.
Even if it is lying down, it is still a huge thing, leaving large curling traces in the sand.
Looking at the devastated Avatar of God, he almost began to pity it.
Its pitch-black skin has faded into a gray charcoal shape, and black smoke is constantly leaking from the cracks in the strong wind. The blood of the lava has become as slow as amber sludge, and the old scars and scabs have condensed as the blood gradually cools. He lost blood and was destroyed by time at the same time.
The eyes that once glared at the world are now only empty eye sockets and a lifeless face.
"I am a warrior of the Emperor's glory."
He whispered to the prostrate god.
"Soshyan Alexei."
The god had black teeth and gray gums. It tried hard to shout, but only dust flowed out of its mouth and merged into the sand under its chin. The psychic resonance caused by the silent shout hit the rope in vain. Raising the defense line of the mind.
It tried to crawl closer, but two fingers were broken when they touched the ground, and sticky magma flowed out of the stumps, slowly turning black as it cooled.
"The false god of the alien race."
Soshiyan kept his voice calm. His sword shone with energy, sparks dancing wildly at the tip.
“It is your own corruption that leads to such a sad ending, isn’t it?”
In his daily conversations with Talos, Soshyan roughly knew the process of the fall of the Eldar, and naturally had no good impression of these alien gods.
In response, the god let out another silent roar.
"Besides this uncontrollable hatred, you have nothing left, it is simply pathetic."
But suddenly, with a groan and a scratching sound, the statue finally stood up.
It pulled out an ancient, broken sword from the red sand, and finally coughed out the first words from the clenched teeth and sand-filled gasps.
"Suin Daellae!"
The withering god roared. Although the sword in its hand was a weapon, it was now more like a crutch. Bursts of unsatisfactory black smoke were emitted from the sword, but it failed to burst into flames.
Soshiyang was startled, almost thinking that he had made trouble out of his mouth, but then the incarnation staggered and fell down again, turning into a posture of hands and knees on the ground, and at the same time, the joints were The skin cracked and disappeared with the wind.
He suddenly noticed that the inscription on this giant sword seemed to be the same as the fragment he had seen before.
Are the two related?
After thinking for a while, he decided to let go of these things.
"No time to fight with you." Soshiyang walked forward, holding the sword in his hand.
He approached the god who fell on the ground and raised the holy sword high, forming an execution scene.
The Avatar grabbed his greaves with a cracked hand, but it was limp, and just another finger was broken.
"I will end your pain."
After saying that, the sword fell with a crash.
The next moment, there was a sound of metal hitting stone, hissing dust was carried away by the wind, and the dust hit the fine porcelain pieces, making a crunching sound.
As the body and head were separated, the fallen god was completely turned into ashes, but on the bone-white dust, black ashes outlined its former shape.
At the moment when he killed the god, his consciousness returned to reality again.
He is still in this hall, holding the warm fragment in his hand. It seems that everything is really just an illusion?
Boom——!
While he was thinking, there was a sudden loud noise behind him. He turned around, and a hole was blown open in the wall, and Talos got in amid the smoke.
“I thought you were captured by some demon and worked as a coolie.”
Soshiyang smiled and put away the fragments.
"Almost."
"Where is this place?"
More warriors filed in from the blasted wall. Talos stood in front of Soshyan and looked at him carefully. a while.
"You look a little strange? What happened?"
Soshyan had to agree with the Night Child's keen intuition, so he took out the pistol, handed it to Talos, and said to He told what happened to him.
Of course, it’s not all, such as the thing about him “eating” that thing.
Taros looked at the pistol carefully and frowned slightly.
“This language, if I remember correctly, is a language widely used by humans before the long night. It is called Federal Language. It is related to High Gothic. Can’t you understand it?”
Soshiyang was a little embarrassed.
“Language courses, cough, cough, I didn’t pay much attention.”
"Okay, the name engraved on this should be a person's name. When translated, it should be Diego Alatriste? That should be his name, right?"
Talos returned the pistol to Sosh Yang.
"Do you know him?"
"Of course not, this place is full of weirdness. There is a saying in the Eldar language, please translate it."
Soshyan then imitated the two sentences he just heard. Talos thought for a while and then replied:
"The first sentence refers to the real name of the Eldar God of War Bloodhand Kane, and the second sentence translated into Gothic should be called Doomsday Wail."
"Doomsday Wail."
After thinking for a moment, Soshiyang decided to deal with it after settling the matter here.
The soldiers searched the entire temple inside and out, but except for some decayed antiquities, there was nothing valuable inside, and they could already confirm that the temple was dedicated to It should be Bloodhand Kane of the Eldar.
At first Soshyan considered blowing it up, but remembering his previous experience, he chose to let it continue to lie dormant in the dark underground, serving as someone's tomb.
As for the pistol, before leaving, Soshyan also put it back into the temple -
What is gone, let it pass away.
(End of this chapter)