Chapter 868 Return to the Storm
Soshiyang clearly felt that the lungs in the chest were slowly expanding, gradually freezing into hard and useless pieces of meat, and the beating of the heart became heavier. .
Today, they are more like stirring up viscous ice water in vain, rather than fulfilling their original function of dutifully pumping blood to where it should go.
He started running, silver liquid dripping from the cracks in the damaged skin, and it slowly flowed down the gray skin.
Soshiyang could no longer remember where these wounds came from. The cold wind made it difficult for him to think. They poured into his mind and swept away the few remaining thoughts.
The ground cracked again, but this time it no longer slid away quietly from his boots - instead, it collapsed unexpectedly, leaving nothing to start with.
He found himself slipping to the ground. The falling rocks made him unable to stand up at all. Only the hand he instinctively stretched out in panic saved his life and prevented him from falling. In the cracks of the abyss that did not exist three seconds ago.
At this moment, he was hanging in the air, and his whole body weight was only supported by his arms. The muscles there were already so sore that they seemed to be torn.
And below there is only deep darkness and howling winds. This is an abyss whose width cannot be measured and whose depth cannot be measured. It may be the maw of the abominable alien god that swallows the world.
It seems extremely easy to give up life. Even if he persists, the outcome for his scarred body will be nothing more than enduring the pain of frostbite for a few more minutes before being swallowed by the storm, or... Torn to pieces by the huge jaws of that terrifying existence, died by its hot and sharp blade
In the teeth.
No! As a warrior, he must not accept falling into darkness as his end.
Just as he felt his fingers gradually slipping loose from the edge of the rock, a large shadow fell on him.
He raised his head, thinking that he would face the gleaming teeth of the metal giant, or its huge palm.
But what caught his eye was neither of the two.
An incredible man appeared on the edge of the cliff, fully armed, with a silver-gray cloak flapping behind him.
"Soshyan."
The person who spoke was Anto Amurad, and he stretched out his hand to the warrior hanging in the air.
Soshiyang did not hold the other person's hand, nor did he speak back. Frost sealed his lips, and his tongue was frozen and numb.
Amurad smiled, and he stretched out his armor-wrapped hand again.
"Come on, young man, it's time to go."
For a moment, he fell into a brief dream, which was not a real sleep, but more like stagnant darkness.
Consciousness surged up intermittently, like a tide. Suddenly, he felt some kind of ethereal warmth. It was weak, indifferent, and could easily arouse people's drowsiness. When it gently brushed the surface of the skin, he opened his eyes. Opening his eyes, he vaguely caught a glimpse of a swaying orange flame in the corner.
“Soshyan?”
Amurad’s voice came to his ears again,
Soshyan still didn't answer.
It’s not that you don’t want to, it’s that you can’t. His tongue was currently lying between the painful gums, and he seemed to have completely lost consciousness.
At the same time, his thoughts were still trying to take shape on the edge of consciousness.
“Do you know——”
The voice asked:
"How close were you to death just now? And how far away are you from it now? Cheer up, you little guy."
His eyes closed, and he felt nausea at first. Then everything fell into nothingness.
When I woke up again, what I saw was the broken gray-black metal bulkhead, most of which were dyed amber by the bonfire.
The fragmented scenes he experienced not long ago fell from his consciousness. He saw the destruction of stars and the silver power god, and then it let out a terrifying roar...
Again Then there was nothing.
This time he finally succeeded in standing up, pain spreading along every bone, and at the same time, his joints also made a low noise.
The space here is small, but after seeing it clearly, Sosh was horrified.
He was very convinced that this was the bridge of the Chapter's former flagship, the Storm.
But now only the torn bulkheads and domes of the bridge are left, and some remaining walls are bathed in the light and heat emitted by the flames. After being tortured by the cold for a long time, he breathed greedily, as if he What is swallowed into the lungs is life itself. The hot air carries the smell of blood and ashes. Even so, for a throat that has tasted the bitter taste of frost, this is a rare blessing.
"I began to think that you had already gone to the Emperor's side."
The huge figure sitting by the fire said to himself,
Soshyan stared at his battle group Long, the older warrior was stirring the center of the flames with a thick dead wood stick.
When those words poured out of his mouth, Soshyan knew that this was not what he really wanted to say.
"It has been a long time since I last saw you, Chapter Master."
Amurad smiled again, his eyes still fixed on the fire before him.
“What are you observing, Soshyan?”
“The corpse.”
The young warrior replied.
"You are dead, Chapter Master."
"Is that so?"
Amurad let go of his hand and threw the branch into the fire. The dancing orange-red light and shadow instantly swarmed up, swallowing it up together with the unburned fern leaves.
"I am reviving the war group."
Soshiyang said softly, and countless chaotic thoughts began to gather. They collided and linked with each other, whether true or false, virtual or real, he began I doubt whether I am really awake at this moment.
“We will be stronger than before.”
"Oh, that's good."
Amurad muttered, maybe it was laughter.
"You are such a hero."
Soshiyan struggled to stand upright, walked to the fire, and sat opposite his long-dead chapter leader.
“Am I in a dream?”
"That's your first question? I thought you were going to ask something more practical, do you know where you are?"
"Where am I?"
Amura De's eyes lit up, deep and dim, with a look of pleasure flashing in them.
“A shelter.”
“I see, so where is this shelter?”
"Right here."
Soshiyang felt an instinctive irritation, he grinned and took a long breath.
“What is ‘right here’?”
“That’s where we all end up.”
Amurad laughed loudly in response. He lifted up his cloak and revealed his scarred power armor.
The opponent's chest was completely reduced to a horrific ruin. The gaping wound spread from the throat to the abdomen. Below were the ruined internal organs and fragmented flesh. They were frozen in the frost, with almost no trace of distortion.
"Tell me, how is the Chapter now? How is the situation of the Astral Knights?"
"We are stronger than ever."
"Emperor Emperor, I really miss you. The scene of you being recruited and trained has always appeared in front of me."
Amurad sighed and turned his eyes to the flames.
"Soshiyan, do you remember what I once said to you."
(End of this chapter)