Chapter 940 Ominous Place
Standard Terra Calendar, 954.M41
Ultimate Star Field, Demeter Star Sector, Pandora Galaxy, Pain Star
Received After the news of the victory in the naval battle, Soshyan continued to stay in orbital space. On the one hand, he remotely controlled the deployment and operations on the ground, and on the other hand, he waited for the arrival of the Imperial Navy and the Dark Angels.
But for some reason, he has always been a little uneasy since he came to the orbit of the Pavilion Star.
Astropath once reported that the subspace activities here were too frequent and intense. He didn't know if it had something to do with it. Veronica also said that this planet was surrounded by a powerful evil force, and believed that this force only relied on A warp rift is difficult to form.
The implication is that there may be something unknown to Soshyan on the Paihang planet. Veronica thinks this is an ominous place, so she persuades Soshyan not to go to the surface of the planet.
But Soshyan himself has no fear of the creations of subspace, but he feels that this uneasiness has nothing to do with subspace.
As a result, not long after he deployed the 11th Company to seize the Voss camp, Soshyan, who was sitting on the command throne and watching the mission briefing, gradually felt his eyelids become heavy, and fell asleep unknowingly——
Suddenly, he felt someone calling him.
How long has it been?
Icy darkness surrounded him, with no beating of heart or hissing of breath to break it.
How long has he been asleep? Why have no clue?
Soshyan tried to look around, but there was nothing visible, no light to illuminate the darkness.
He may be falling, or he may be rolling and spinning without realizing it.
Who is it?
The questions echoed repeatedly, and finally fell silent.
What?
Then he remembered, remembered that golden color.
The shining golden net stretches infinitely in the netherworld. The silk ribbons break and split, then connect and gather again, cutting the void into sharp fragments over and over again.
He whirled through the network, flickering and changing form: gray eagle, spiraling ring of fire and shattered crescent moon.
Colorful sparks danced behind him, and the golden net sang as he passed by, making people feel happy.
He has experienced this journey in his dreams several times before, but this is the first time he has dived into the vast ocean by his own will.
Soshiyang rose into the sky, his thoughts extending across time and space, across the galaxy, using his will to twist reality and reshape it. It was so simple - he was like the life of creation at this moment, shaping the planet at will.
That feeling is not like everything, but it is better than everything.
But soon, this feeling was interrupted.
They came for him.
I noticed them before they came into view. The giggles of those things were like cracking ice, and the golden net suddenly turned into cracks all over the obsidian plain.
He fell onto the black glass and turned into a human form, burly and with black hair.
Then Soshyan stood up and turned his eyes to the shadow crawling on the ground.
The cold current poured down on his head, and he tasted the taste of blood, which was warm and pungent.
Laughter penetrates the surface of the concept, and nothing seen or felt before the eyes is a realistic form - all of them are obscure images, shadow puppets projected on the etheric screen.
Yet cold dreams can burn deeper than real fire.
A scarlet vicious dog stepped out of the darkness, its skinless muscles soaked with blood, and the liquid dripped onto the tips of its teeth.
There are eye-catching scars on its snout and mouth, twisting and twitching between its eyes that look like molten copper.
It stared at Soshiyang, stepped forward step by step, opened its mouth and panted. He could feel the anger and fanaticism in every breath of the beast.
Then, the blood-red vicious dog began to circle around Soshyan.
For some reason, Soshyan seemed to hear laughter from the tapping of his claws.
"Who are you?"
Soshiyang asked in a deep voice, and the beast god responded with a low roar, opening and closing his jaw as fast as lightning. The next moment, Soshiyang felt that the tip of the other person's teeth scratched his face, and pain erupted from within at the touch.
The obsidian beneath his feet fell apart, and he sank into the abyss of oblivion beneath it.
The vicious dog followed him like a swirling hurricane.
Soshyan tried with all his strength to push its presence away, but the storm swallowed up his strength.
Its hatred surrounded me, its mouth was hot and red, but it did not actually attack.
Until that moment, Soshyan hit another glass plain and struggled to get up.
The tide of subspace hit the surface of the concept, making it impossible for him to distinguish reality.
The vicious dog started to circle again, but this time it was not alone. Three other figures stood far behind it.
A snake swam on the black glass. Its scales changed colors as the body flexed and stretched. Every movement carried an inexplicable weakness and obscenity, just like the smell of vomit. The essence.
It looked up at Soshyan with a human face, which was flawless, and then licked its lips. The scales covering the smiling face were shining brightly.
There was something standing in the sky behind the flower snake, like a rotten moth staring with white eyes like a dead fish. Its chest vibrated and expanded and contracted, and every breath made a gurgling sound of sticky phlegm.
The last figure was far away from Soshyan, blurry, as if it had no shape, but he was sure that the other person's back was facing him.
The evil dogs are approaching in a circle, and the flower snake is following behind.
“I understand what you are.”
The vicious dog stopped, and Soshyan could see the blood-stained muscles on its back standing up with jagged sharp bone spurs.
The flower snake is laughing, and the poisonous moth is buzzing and fluttering its wings.
Soshiyang is sure, sure that he understands.
"Incarnation of chaos, you are trying to drag me into darkness, but I know in my heart that this road is difficult and dangerous, and I must face all kinds of delusions. You are just an illusion, and I am not afraid of you."
"That's what you're after?"
A voice sounded. It was reserved, but it echoed with different tones, as if many voices were intertwined.
The rotten moth buzzed backwards, and the hunched creature turned around at the edge of the circle and looked at Soshyan.
Its head is a superposition of an eagle, a crow and a vulture from bottom to top, and its eyes are burning with blue aura.
“Or have you never thought about what you are pursuing?”
It stopped and pondered the next word.
“Should I call you Soshyan, or should I call you Xerxes, the King of Kings?”
These words made Soshiyang horrified and speechless.
"Oh, you're scared?"
"No."
The four creatures laughed, the sound was like broken bones, lightning and thunder.
Then, four black shadows grew out of thin air, crawled toward him, and surrounded Soshyan, pressing every step of the way, hitting his consciousness like a raging wave.
"Have you ever looked at your past? How long has it been since you recalled the false time you spent? Have you found that you are so completely different from the past? Is this a voluntary change on your part, or is something subtle? Affect you, occupy you? The ghosts of the dead have been lingering in your mind, haven't they?"
The four voices intertwined to form a majestic resonance, and Soshyan felt as if he was standing on a In front of the 100-meter giant, listen to the opponent's roar at close range.
His whole body was nailed to the spot by the torrent of sound, unable to move.
(End of this chapter)