Soshyan Alexey—
Walking in the endless desert, a name came into his mind, and he tried to concentrate and recall the face behind the name, but could not remember anything.
The shadow coiled at his feet, stretching out his tentacle-like hands from his imagination, wrapping around his thoughts.
who I am?
A mocking whisper echoes in his mind
You are nothing.
Some dark shadows began to condense and form on the horizon, and Soshiyang's mind had portrayed them as demons who asked for his soul, but not long after, they condensed into the shape of trees.
Whether they were oasis or mirages, it didn't matter to him, he walked forward staggeringly.
He tried to imagine a cool trickle flowing through his throat to extinguish the flames burning in his heart.
But the laughter kept echoing in his ears, hysterical and mocking.
He glanced at his left hand, but did not see the ring, his thoughts appeared and disappeared, and he tried to focus on what was in front of him.
He continued walking, but redemption and hope never seemed to be close.
“It’s not true.”
Soshiyang said hoarsely, he knew his brain was teasing him
He continued walking, the world leaning before his eyes.
He heard the birds cry, but he saw nothing, and he tried his best to figure out what was going on.
Blood slid down from the sun, dyeing the desert a bright red color, and then disappeared into the night.
The darkness covered the shadows but did not drive them away, and the air became cold, and he stumbled, staring at the land beneath his feet until his steps splashed a pool of water.
Soshiyang fell to his knees and reached out to scoop them up and put them into his mouth.
But it didn't relieve his hunger at all...
The flames burning in his heart could not calm down.
It was devouring him, and he was powerless.
Suddenly, a white dove landed on a branch around the oasis. He looked up at the creature, wondering.
"I'm Soshyan Alexey."
For some reason, he looked up and said seriously to the bird.
It let out a chirping cry, erasing the harsh ridicule.
Soon, its screams became low and heavy.
Then he flashed his wings and fell down. Soshiyang stretched out his hand. The white dove shone brightly in the palm of his hand, and eventually turned into a delicate little porcelain cup.
Looking at this porcelain cup, Soshiyang blinked and realized something-
On the edge of the Black Sun, two star gods were fighting. It seemed that there was no need for any skills to reach their level, and only the most primitive battle was left.
At first, none of them got the upper hand.
They rolled in the void, tearing each other apart until the star god wearing a broken crown suddenly exerted force, threw the fraudster onto the wreckage of Black Sun, then rushed forward, grabbed one of the other's arms, tore it off, and threw it into his mouth.
The fraudster let out a terrifying howl, shocking the souls of all living beings. It struggled wildly to try to get out of the predicament, but the other party's hand had already pressed its head, and then opened its mouth and bit it hard on its throat.
Like a wild beast, it tore the body of the fraudster one by one, ready to swallow it up.
Halfway through the eating, the nameless star god suddenly raised his head and let out a terrifying roar. The entire Comoros spire was wiped out half in an instant, and the surging energy rolled on its body.
Suddenly, a small flash of light flew out from its chest, then emitted a thousand-foot golden light, turning into countless chains, bound to the Star God.
The few remaining fragments of the fraudster suddenly counterattacked, and the remaining part suddenly swept towards the nameless star god, then suddenly shrank, and burst out a bright light that made all the residents of Comoros blind for a short time.
In the silent explosion, the black sun in Comoros was completely broken into pieces—
At this time, in the Lost Soul Port in Comoros, there are abandoned lives everywhere.
The Witch Spirit and the Howling Banshees launched a charge together and collided with the most elite death guard warrior. Even the Phoenix Spirit clan Jain Zal was involved in the fierce battle, with her spear and boomerang ruthlessly piercing the rotten flesh and rusty armor.
On the battlefield, she was like a whirlwind of death, sweeping away everything around with her weapons, splitting her limbs, piercing her head, digging out her internal organs, and fighting with the ruthlessness of the killer.
There were already many plague warriors lying at her feet. Under the endless attack of the enemy, she could no longer count how many he had killed.
But the Death Guards have pushed war machines into the battlefield, withering engines equipped with virus ejectors and plague crawlers. Cannonballs mixed with virus liquids ejected from their cannon holes, and green poisonous fires burned the living bodies and killed them.
In response, the tide of Star Dart and Pulse Cannon also continued to sweep the queue of Death Guards, knocking down one warrior after another to smash.
Neither side conceded nor surrendered.
Until a shadow comes.
"Finally come!"
It was a shadow that weighed on everyone's hearts, and when it appeared, rotten poisonous flies swarmed.
The poisonous fly flies like clouds flew to the battlefield, drilling into the nostrils and eyes of the spirit race, drilling into their mouths and throats, making them unable to see things, tearing their skin, and dragging them to the ground.
The air began to buzz, and more than a dozen of the deadliest viruses were reveling in the living body. All the spiritual races' vision became dim and narrow, and some even knelt on the ground and vomited bile.
Only Jain Zal stared at the slowly descending presence in the sky.
On this towering body, a pair of wet insect wings slapped weakly, and a rotten robe fluttered and separated in the wind, revealing the heavy armored body and the many scripture ornaments and poison jars hanging on it.
For a moment she even treated him as a dead person, but as she saw his face hidden deep in the cloak, her sharp and powerful dim yellow eyes, she realized that this was an extremely powerful soul.
On the face covered with scars, there was an old respirator, and every breathing would bring a trace of dim gas.
Death guards the primordial, Lord of Death, Motarian, arrives!
"Oh, a bloody feast, a bloody feast, where will we start?"
"Motarian, don't even think of touching her a finger."
"Phoenix Lord Jaen Zal, in my opinion, you are a complete idiot. Why do you think you can stop me from executing my father's will?"
"By this!"
Jain Zal cheered up, waved his boomerang, and drew a cruel arc at Motarian's head.
The boomerang of high-speed movement whizzed through the air, drawing a afterimage, and the Lord of Death wriggled until the edge of the blade was less than three inches from Motarian's throat.
Chapter completed!