Chapter 1137 A Different Road
The whole world was gray, and Suoshiyang felt extremely tired for some reason.
He walked towards a black lake, threw Fen Tian aside, and tried to wash away the blood on his hand armor.
But then, he discovered that this was not a lake, nor was it water, but blood.
He stood up and looked around, and all he saw was endless corpses, corpses in blue-purple armor and red-black armor stacked together, with either II or XI on their shoulders.
Everything shouldn't be like this.
Then he saw a person in the mountain of corpses and sea of blood. He was kneeling on the pile of corpses, holding a long knife with a lotus-shaped handle in both hands, and his long blood-stained hair covered his face. .
Every time he gasped, a lot of blood would gush out.
What have you done, brother?
Nothing should be like this.
Father is just using us.
I can heal you.
You will only kill me.
You used the power of false gods, and I used the power of true gods. There is no difference between us.
You have fallen.
The same to you.
Many voices intertwined in Soshiyang's mind, causing him to fall into a kind of self-chaos, waiting for the void to take him away.
He seemed to be waiting for something to drag him to the afterlife, where he would be judged for all the sins he had committed and all the blood on his hands.
But nothing.
Then, he found that many soldiers appeared around him, wearing red and black armor, surrounding the man in the middle, pointing their bolt guns at each other.
"Father, your order is."
Soshiyang was stunned for a moment. He realized what he should do, but he couldn't say it.
Then the kneeling giant suddenly stood up and shouted something, but Soshyan could not hear it.
He dashed across the battle line at lightning speed, along the edge of the fire net, and down the mountain of corpses towards the storm, surrounded by an unprecedented psychic charge that grew stronger and stronger.
In the storm, something was moving. Soshyan could not clearly feel what it was. It stirred the storm's air currents and stretched out from the depths of the subspace.
The thin curtain of the material world suddenly collapsed, and the flow of subspace suddenly changed the direction of all its power. The gathered energy hit the giant's body, and his aura exploded with bright light in an instant.
Soon, it grew and transformed into a huge, shining monster.
Soshiyan saw the incoming monster. He retreated from the storm, but the current of souls dragged him.
He became very slow, too slow.
The warriors turned their bolter fire on the giant, bullets exploding at the edges of his aura, but its remaining fury transformed him into a nova of energy.
The originally human face twisted in pain, strength and madness, and then he stretched his arms forward.
The impact at that moment lasted forever, and hundreds of soldiers were instantly blown hundreds of meters away.
Soshyan raised his weapon again, causing the giant to scream out a single word.
"Immortal Starfall!"
A subspace flame burst out from the giant, but it instantly pointed to nothingness and was completely consumed.
The bullet immediately broke through the thin energy, tearing open its skin, revealing the liquid flesh.
Soshiyang was also ready for his own counterattack. He rushed forward, broke away from the layers of subspace flames, and Fen Tian struck the opponent at once.
"Ceasefire."
The storm was no more, and on the ground where it once sheltered lay a carbonized corpse, twisted in the agony of destroying it.
It was unusually deformed, nearly six meters long, with five arms and a string of heads growing out of its neck.
To Soshyan's surprise, the other party was still alive, although dying.
The man's eyes were hollow, boiling white, and they turned to Soshyan as he walked beside him.
"Brother, I don't want this -" "I know."
Then, a clawed, blackened hand grabbed his thigh.
"Perhaps your path is the right one, but you must be careful of the one holding the seal."
"Rest in peace, brother."
There was no response anymore, the other party's hand was soft. He fell down, his eyes motionless.
Soshiyang felt "himself" slowly squatting down, staring at the mutated body, picking up the knife that the other party dropped beside him, and felt mixed emotions in his heart for some reason.
“We are all in control but I believe there will be a different path.”
This sentence seemed to be what he said to himself.
Then all the images and sounds began to fade away.
I don’t know how long it took, but Soshyan heard another voice in his head, distant and vague.
"Hey! Wake up! Soshyan, you idiot! Wake up!"
Soshyan did not fall into death.
He just hit the ground hard, his whole body hurting like it was on fire, and he couldn't move, speak or even blink.
Veronica's worried face came into his field of vision. This Eldar, wearing the clothes of a medical nun who didn't know where he got it from, was kneeling next to him, flipping through a medical bag in a panic— - Soshyan wanted to laugh a little, she was too stupid and didn’t know how to use it.
Behind her, stood Khayon in a cloak. It was he who appeared in time to suppress all the explosions into a single point and send them into the subspace.
Thus, almost no one was injured -
Except Soshyan, who was the closest, and he was now covered in blood.
"I owe you a life."
Soshyan said to Kayan when he lost consciousness.
Taros on the side walked over, glanced at Soshyan and Veronica, and then turned to Kayon.
“I thought you wouldn’t be here. After all, it would be quite embarrassing if you bumped into Abaddon, right.”
“It was precisely because I knew he was not here that I Will come.”
Khayon sighed softly, and then said:
"Ahriman has also come to banish the Death Star."
"He is here!?"
Talos looked very surprised. .
“Did you fight with him?”
"Yeah."
"Who won?"
"Do you have to ask such an embarrassing question?"
Kayon said, gently using his right thumb Brushing away the large scorch mark on his left arm——
In a space independent of reality, the Scarlet Letters advanced and fired at each other.
Knowing that he could not completely defeat Ahriman in witchcraft, Khayon involved the other party in a sword fight. Both parties were familiar with each other and knew each other's abilities - Ahriman's close combat could not be said to be bad, but at least in He is not outstanding among thousands of sons.
Kayon is one of the few people in the legion who is good at close combat.
High King Arax crouched on the ground to avoid danger, his exquisite robes torn and soaked with blood.
"Kayon, I heard about your killing of Tagus Daravik, do you plan to use the same method against me?"
"No, there is something new Method.”
A sword hit Ahriman staggering, and Khayon suddenly pulled out the exquisite pistol and hit Ahriman's breastplate, making him lose his center of gravity.
But before Khayon could fire again, a burst of energy pierced the air, causing Khayon to fall to the side.
(End of this chapter)