Facing the rushing opponent, honor forced the Lord of the Fear of Dead to roar on the command boat and face Soshiyan. More than a dozen Gaussian rips were screaming wildly at Soshiyan, smashing the immortals around him to pieces, but unable to scratch his armor.
"die!"
The moment when Soshiyan jumped, his momentum became unstoppable, and even the fearful people around the jumping point were blown aside like saplings.
The commander of the Fearful Dead waved his weapon in despair, but the moment Burning Tian pierced his chest, his power was as strong as the impact of an asteroid. The amulet that protected his master shattered the moment it activated and did not save it.
With a bang, the command boat exploded directly.
A few seconds later, the fearless people who were no longer active around him were inserted into the burning debris.
Soshyan lifted the broken body with one hand, then reached out to remove the eternal rune from the other party's chest - many exoskeletons of the Necropolis will have eternal runes drawn from purple-red stone and diamond, greatly increasing the hardness of the armor and the structural integrity of the necropolis skin.
And he collected this, just to take it back, and let the bone croakers use it to decorate Veronica's chariot. This is the ending that the fearful deceased should have, and their skulls will be recycled after the war and become eternal merits on the Avesta Bridge.
One day, all the so-called overlords and the emperor's heads will appear there, including Szarak!
Suddenly, many fragments of debris poured into his consciousness like a flood hitting arid canyon, as if they were billions of pleas, muttering to themselves, pain, fear, joy, hatred...Soshyan didn't know what was wrong, as if the memories of those who feared the dead were conflated to him and chattered to him, and this situation occasionally happened since he came to the ship.
Although this actually doesn't bring any pain, Soshiyang still feels extremely uncomfortable. Sometimes when he fights, the cold metal faces will suddenly turn into flesh and blood. The withered civilians who fear the dead are crying and reaching out to him for relief.
This is also the reason why he becomes more and more hatred of the nobles who fear the deceased, but he always feels that something is wrong...
And this time it was even stronger.
Suddenly, a stinging pain came from the chest, and Soshiyang staggered back and grabbed Fen Tian before stopping.
He lowered his head and saw the first trace of his armor. What injured him?
Then a force hit his forehead slightly, causing a stinging pain, causing him to take another step back.
It's a gunman!
He looked around with his blurry eyes, but could only see countless ragged and afraid of the dead, stretching out his thin hands and walking towards him, and making desperate crying sounds.
"Get out! Get out of here!"
Soshiyan waving his weapons, slashing, and piercing, and he wanted to find those who attacked him-
“Hmm?”
Two more strokes, almost hitting his neck.
“Where is hiding?”
Soshiyang shook his head vigorously, trying to dispel these illusions, but it was not only useless, but also getting worse. At this time, he had left the battleship and stood in a deserted city covered by bloody sunset. It was surrounded by collapsed and decaying mud houses, and in the distance was a huge black pyramid.
A trace of blood red remained on the rolling horizon, and the huge red sun set, bursting out several long afterglows, saying goodbye to the earth.
And he himself stood at the feet of two huge statues. He looked around the sand dunes and felt a little strange. He seemed to be in an hallucination that he should still be on the ship that feared the dead.
But what did he create such an environment?
But he was unable to confirm. A feeling of uneasiness climbed up to his heart. Soshiyang looked up at the two statues that were hundreds of meters high. Their faces were carved with thick lines, and they could hardly tell the nose or ears. Their broad mouth was just a hole.
A pair of well-contact eyes looked unusually prominent on the entire face, extremely inconsistent, with diamond-shaped pupils and blue veins on the iris very eye-catching.
Even the statue's figure is uneven, even surprising: the torso and arms are long, but the legs are short and thin.
Just as Soshiyan stared at them, the two huge statues suddenly lowered their heads and stared at him. Their faces changed immediately. One turned into a treacherous smiley face, the other turned into a gloomy death face, and the other changed into a golden giant wearing an energy ribbon, and the other was a strange god of death who was holding a sickle in his hand and covered the dark robe of an unknown cloud.
McFetland...
Azagorod...
Suddenly, something burned his thigh, as if it had been roasted on the fire, Soshiyang quickly retreated, calmed down, and glanced around.
[You have not yet become God's enlightenment, so don't try to master God's power]
A sound that had not been heard for a long time made Soshiyang's eyes look like a copper bell, but the moment he turned around, he only saw a tall figure under a towering leafless tree, and then he returned to the place full of wreckage.
Not far from his left hand, three sneaky figures were pointing at him with guns.
With the mark of death, Soshiyang immediately realized what was attacking him just now. He touched his neck and forehead where he was shot, and there was still some burning heat and stinging pain.
This made him bare his teeth slightly. After a long time, he almost forgot the feeling of pain.
He even had to thank these killers. He used to be familiar with pain, which was also a mark of his "person", and they awakened him again.
"Thank you."
After saying this with a smile, Soshiyan took action, and in all the dimensional optical sensors of death marks, their targets were just "seemingly" moving, maybe, after all, he disappeared.
Or this move is like a flash, only a few thousandths of a second.
This is beyond the understanding of death marks, after all, their marks can perceive and track targets in any terrain, whether they are distance, darkness, fog, walls, and even in five-dimensional space.
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With a click, the head of the first death mark and the spine were pulled off from the body, and then another set of death marks appeared, holding up their weapons and shooting.
When the head of the second death mark was hammered directly into the chest cavity, the third had already penetrated into the dimensional pocket.
But what unexpectedly it was that in its absolutely safe and confidential dimension chamber, a big hand suddenly reached in, strangled its neck, dragged it out of its dimensional pocket, forcibly crossing the dimension instantly caused its body to be unimaginable terrifyingly distorted. When it landed, it was left with only a piece of black twisted spiral metal scrap.
There were only fifteen death marks participating in the attack this time, and three were scrapped in just three seconds. This shocked the calm minds of the death marks for the first time. In order to cover them, more immortals were sent over, many of them had been repaired twice or even three times, and a new wave of metal rushed towards Soshiyang again.
He just held the Burning Heaven and swept across the arc. He had a way to deal with the snipers of the Death Mark, or he already knew their secrets. When they reorganized the shooting in the distance, Soshiyang released violent dimensional lightning, but these lightnings were not fleeting, but formed tiny dimensional points, and constantly released extraordinary power from the dimensions, tearing the real space and rattled it, and "closing" the passage for the death marks to escape.
Chapter completed!