Chapter 1919 An Army of One
“.The result is just as I expected, you can disperse your power, and you should be able to take it back. All the beings that receive your power can become puppets at your whim. But fortunately, my real consciousness does not reside in this body, it is just a puppet, and you just have the highest rights to use it.”
Everything Amnak described sounds quite complicated, but carefully. After thinking for a moment, Soshyan suddenly felt a little creepy and whispered:
"Those warriors who have been transplanted with gray marrow."
Amnak chuckled and said meaningfully:
“You can take away their consciousness and lives in a single thought.”
“Why would Xerxes create such a thing.”
“Perhaps, this is not what he prepared for himself Or is he just a test subject?"
Realizing that the other party had other intentions, Soshiyang narrowed his eyes and leaned back.
“What do you want to say, you might as well say it clearly.”
Amnak stepped forward, and a muffled voice came from under his helmet.
“Think about it, what a terrifying power this is, you will become a strong man on both levels of the subspace and the physical universe, or even a god! After my plan failed, I almost despaired, But I see hope in you, my master, step onto the ladder of God, and I will follow you! Give up the shackles on your heart, give up those meaningless loyalties, and live for yourself like me. You will become the true god king, ruling the divine and mortal worlds together with your wife and servants!"
Soshiyang looked at the other party coldly, and suddenly sneered after a few seconds.
“Amnak, I’ve discovered that it’s hard to say what your other abilities are, but daydreaming is definitely one of the best. You see, we are on the battlefield now, surrounded by enemies. Maybe the whole army will be wiped out, and then you are asking me if I want to become a god."
Amnak was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.
"Do you really regard Huron as your opponent?"
He shook his head, then turned and walked towards the bridge door.
"I will go directly to the teleportation room and ask the astropath named Aniya to help."
Soshiyang looked at the other party's back, thoughts rolling in his heart, and the look on his face The expression gradually disappeared.
He sighed softly, leaned heavily against the command throne, and then tilted his body to the right, pressing his elbow against the armrest of the throne, supporting his forehead with his right hand, covering his eyes with his palm, hiding his face in the shadows among.
"Soshiyang, Soshyang, remember, you are just Soshyan, nothing else."
After muttering to himself, he gathered his mood and waited until the expedition was over. Then he lowered his hands and sat up straight, turning his gaze to the tactical display.
After discovering that a fleet was approaching, two strike cruisers immediately turned around and tried to intercept them, but the speed of those ships was extremely fast, and two of them had been completely shaped by the power of subspace, with protrusions extending from the hull. Huge wings composed of metal and hollow flesh appeared, and tumbling tendrils surrounded by iridescent substances sprouted on the hull and rear deck. Each tendril was hundreds of meters long. The docking bay resembled the fleshy jaws of an insect-catching plant, or was covered with The fanged beast's maw, its battery of guns looking more like the stingers of some deadly insect.
These demon ships can interfere with the targeting equipment of surrounding warships, and at the same time release a hypnotic sound. After these sounds enter the ship through the communicator, they can easily make the crew fall into coma or sleep.
Only one ship still maintains a relatively normal shape, and it has a distinguished name——
Crown number.
Under the fire of the Imperial fleet, the Coronet's bridge roared, its plasma heart rumbled, and its crew murmured softly, each one of them like an obese aberration, with their heads hidden in thin air. Beneath featureless hard-plastic helmets, etched with grotesque symbols, the helmets were riveted to a toothed nape to protect their necks, and their swollen, bowed torsos wore nothing but oil and scar tissue. The legs were hidden under scavenged rags.
The command deck at this time is the closest to true silence. Everything on the bridge is wrapped in greasy sebum, messy flesh and blood adhere to the walls, and blood vessels are pulsating with oil and electricity, bundles of Cables squirmed like silent snakes in the putrid air flowing out of the vents, and jagged figures leaned against the walls and decks, their bare skin intertwined with the soft tissue clinging to the walls.
Lucius has been standing on the bridge for several hours, staring at the battlefield hovering outside the observation port, holding the hilt of the Sword of Ral hanging on his waist tightly in his gauntlet.
After a while, the Slaanesh champion looked away, turned around and looked at the huge seat in the center of the podium next to him and asked.
"If I don't come back after an hour, you and the performer will leave immediately."
A girl wearing a black gothic dress stood on her gorgeous throne. She looked very young, maybe even Less than Lucius's knees, a pair of gold and black eyes on the white porcelain angel face exudes a strange charm, as if Chuxue's skin reflects the light of tactical stereoscopic projection, with only a few purple branches hidden under the skin. visible.
She used to always smile, but now she is only worried. "Lucius, this is not a game you should get involved in. Leave the maelstrom."
A strange smile appeared on the scarred face of the Immortal, and then he used He said in a soft tone like talking to himself:
"Curiosity is the original sin of man. During this period of time, I have been investigating and collecting everything about the Astral Knights. Although it seems that I have found nothing, just those clues have made me deeply involved. There must be a secret hidden in it. There is a huge secret and someone who has been, or was almost killed by me, is probably hiding in it. I am not a smart person, but I have a pair of sharp enough eyes."
He then looked at it. The devil hiding under the skin of a girl.
"Kleon, what are you running from? What are you hiding from me?"
The devil responded with silence.
After several minutes, until the performer came, she whispered:
"This is not your game, Lucius. It's beyond your comprehension. I know nothing and can't say anything, but you'll be crushed if you step into it. Let's go, Lucius." , go chase your perfection, don’t get involved in this game and dispute.”
“Is it Cleon who is talking to me, or is another person saying this to me?”
Lucius smiled and shook his head.
"I'm really done with this game. If this is the end of my life, it doesn't seem so bad."
The player glanced at Lucius, then Whispered:
"The landing craft is ready."
Lucius nodded and turned to leave. The performer immediately said:
"Master——"
Lucius Stopping and looking at him, the player lowered his head.
“Enlightenment does not exist outside you, the real truth is inside you, always there, and to find it you have to cut away everything, deeper and deeper, until you reach the bottom, Once there is nothing left but the truth, this is what happens to you, Immortal, and you are about to discover the true truth.”
Lucius sneered.
"You have already said it once, prepare your ceremony. With more than two hundred people recruited from the Red Pirates, I really don't have the confidence to be able to walk in front of Soshyan."
"Master!"
A sticky and slightly nervous voice sounded, coming from the slave who controlled the auspicious instrument.
"The transmission beam was detected, coming from the opponent's flagship! The target is the Poppy!"
"Huh?"
Lucius frowned. Although the Poppy did not turn on the void shield because it wanted to use interference, but using the teleportation beam at this distance, would the other party commit suicide?
"Intercept it."
"Prince of Darkness aboard! An emergency signal is coming from the Poppy! The enemy has entered the hull!"
"Quantity."
Lucius asked calmly that the success rate of this kind of long-distance transmission was less than 10%, and there were not many people on the other side.
“One by one.”
“What!?”
(End of this chapter)