Chapter 1115 Calculation
“This is.”
Seeing a strong man suddenly appear, Garmo Zejie was surprised, but he was not panic yet, because he still had a trump card——
The remnant of the Second Legion found out his powerful spiritual power, gathered a vast force from Igesemer's soul that was on the verge of being broken, and then poured it all into a grotesque-looking man. Inside the body of the bird-like statue - it was crawling helplessly on a claw-shaped altar, its whole body burned by the scorching spiritual flames.
In an instant, the flames of the Burning Sky spread across the space, turning it into a vibrant nascent sun, and painted a majestic giant ring in everyone's pupils.
"Garmo Zejie!!!"
Igesemer wiped away the tears of fire from the corners of his eyes, and the etheric light that penetrated his soul brought him incomparable pain - this is the pain of a curse, It is also a pain that will never be recovered.
Failed...completely failed...
He failed the Warmaster, failed the name of the Thousand Sons, and even failed the wisdom he believed to be true for many years.
The brilliant and lush bird feathers bent his spine, and the milky-white raptor claws replaced his once dexterous hands. The glorious dream of glory in this life finally ended up like this, and all the dreams of the past were wiped out. Reality was distorted into extremely blasphemous graffiti, and he began to laugh at his arrogant and ignorant self.
The most terrifying spiritual transformation comes from the gradual collapse of the mind. The surging ether wave smashed Igosemo's mind into a fragmented silver mirror - endless meaningless thoughts gripped his mind at the same time. Thousands of frightening sounds filled his mind, vying for any chance to shake his eardrums.
The voice belonging to Igosemo is quickly disappearing, gradually drowning in the quagmire of noisy chaos.
In a few minutes, or even seconds, Igesemer will completely fall into the bloody abyss of logical perversion, forever forgetting everything he once owned.
“Ah!!!!!”
Suddenly, another brand-new violent flame penetrated Igesemer’s body, and the heart-wrenching torture made him tremble all over, A burst of silver light like molten metal arose on the bird feathers covering its body.
He could clearly feel Garmo Zejie's incantation - it roared endlessly in the vast ocean, constantly providing him with the energy needed for Nirvana.
Igosemo was even curious, how did the other party know such a profound technique?
Are you able to turn this spell into reality by yourself? Introducing the fragmented consciousness into the Nine Realms?
The existence of Yigesemmo has become very blurry, and he can even clearly see them gradually dusting away the dust that has covered their bodies for thousands of years, revealing the strange and evil silver-white bodies within them.
“I have a plan——”
Yigesemo groaned in a low voice and couldn't help but recall the discussion he had with Zagar Mozejie about the war situation a few days ago. At that time, the other party formally proposed the idea of ambush Soshiyang. Although he knew that this was a bit risky - but Even so, Yigesemo still believed in this plan and gave Garmo Zejie the greatest degree of trust——
Why? How could he be so wrong? Why does he think that this taboo method will not cause fire? Why do you still let the other party carry out the plan even though you know there are clues?
As early as when the two were discussing, he had already fallen into a situation of no return, right?
Even death has become a luxury wish for Igosemo at this moment - he can only watch helplessly as he is transformed into a demon with little consciousness and controlled by the other party. , while constantly letting out painful roars, while enduring the eternal torture of heart-breaking bone removal.
“It turns out you had already planned it...”
Yi Gesemmo wiped out the last trace of unwillingness in his soul and let out a cry of pain.
Garmo Zejie had tampered with his spirit very early!
However, I was unaware of it!
"Galmo Zejie!!!"
The huge wings appeared from its back with a click, and a piece of smoking feathers emerged.
Igosemo turned into a real demon, with claws on its toes that stepped on weirdly. One of its clawed hands held a hook-shaped sword that reflected like a mirror, and the other hand On top of it is an indigo crystal staff, with an ever-changing emblem on top. Looking at the body that had been divided into two before, it tilted its head, opened its beak and laughed again, with an indescribable tone in its voice.
"Oh? That's it?"
The man walked out of the shadows, and he was wearing a weird power armor with a black main body and golden flame patterns around the edges. , on the chest is a skeletal eagle emblem, and on the head is a helmet with bloody bat wings.
Looking at the huge demon, he tilted his head, and then quickly pulled out the bolt gun hanging on his thigh.
As blue flames spewed out from the muzzle, explosive bombs with golden trails rushed out of the barrel.
Those bullets set the demon on fire, and its messy feathers deformed and fell off, disconnected from the roots.
As they disconnected, thick liquid silver flowed from the wound, with a few drops splashing out like a handful of coins.
But it's still smiling.
Then, the demon of Tzeentch smashed its staff on the pedestal, using the characteristics of this space to quickly extract the power of the ever-changing crystal maze in Tzeentch's domain.
In an instant, everything began to change, and even time itself began to slow down.
Only Soshyan saw everything that happened with clear eyes.
Every puff of smoke, every burst of fire that flashed from the demon's hateful body.
He saw the slow rotation of Sevatar's chainsaw and the firelight reflected from the skeletal Aquila.
Then he saw the demon moving in this slow time, raising its ugly hand and summoning a ball of hellfire.
Then it turned the hand and set Sevatar on fire.
Soshiyan's angry roar was also locked by the slow time around him. He could only watch the Prince of Crows burning, and the flames flowed on the armor like a burned-out candle.
But then, another stream of flames burst out from the inside of Savita's power armor, extinguishing the demonic fire instantly.
It was a blue flame.
Without a single hit, the demon retracted its wings and smashed at Savita. The former captain of the Eighth Legion fired three times in a row, hitting twice. Hitting its torso, the third shot shattered a twisted horn on its head.
This should have killed it, but that didn't, the creation of the Warp wasn't that simple.
The two grappled together, claws fighting against chainsaws.
Although Sevatar has great advantages in skill and speed, the demon also has unpredictable witchcraft. After its left arm was cut off by a chain saw, it suddenly summoned a series of crystals. , pressing Savita on his back to the ground.
But then, Soshyan saw what seemed to be flying by -
It was a strange-shaped knife like a bird feather, almost as big as his palm. , there is also a silk thread tied behind it, a silk thread that is vaguely present but shining with a strange luster.
(End of this chapter)