After seeing the two strange evil moons in the sky, Soshiyan realized that the army of the Menak Dynasty was coming!
"Hahaha!!! Come on! Let me see what you have!"
When a group of Night Scythe fighter jets roared, he just raised his hand and clenched his fists suddenly. The three Night Scythes instantly disintegrated into countless pieces of parts, including the driver inside.
When the towering pyramid rose in the distance, he laughed and raised his other hand, then fell down with a bang. A blood-colored arc energy swept across the earth like a sickle, crossing hundreds of kilometers of distances, instantly splitting the strong giant pyramid into two, and triggering a small earthquake-like explosion.
The destruction brought by power is transformed into pleasure that dominates everything.
"I am Randu Gor! I am your eternal nightmare! I...I am...I am...I am...Sushiyang..."
Suddenly, four arms wrapped around his head, and Soshiyang's already vague consciousness was suddenly caught in a vortex. His power was still growing, but he began to be unable to control his body...
The white-robed king appeared at the top of the cathedral, staring at the incarnation of the star god who was trapped in some kind of chaos, and said lightly:
"You are really... far from him."
Accompanied by a calm whisper, the two evil moons in the sky suddenly emitted two dark green beams, like two flashing blades, deeply piercing into the body of the Star God incarnation.
At that moment, Soshiyan lost control of his body for the first time, his spirit retreated in shock, and his essence was torn apart.
The drastic change also caused his mind to relax. At the moment of distraction, those existences that had been struggling in silence for a long time re-overflowed back to reality.
A huge blood-colored sickle appeared, dyeing a bloody curtain in the sky. The silver star god wearing a broken crown was dyed with a bloody color. The spiral black flame dragged out a long tail behind him. It was laughing loudly, as if it had finally gained freedom.
"in the end--"
In the crucible of pain, Soshiyan knew something was wrong, and a sudden change dragged him over to a threshold that he had never truly understood.
In the pain of the soul being torn apart, he felt the surging force running through his body, and countless images poured into his mind: the scenes of the past, present and future are so dense and fast that time itself loses its meaning.
Something was deep into his soul, twisting it.
In his blurred vision, he was a flashing outline of an unrealized future, and he saw what he might be, and saw the inevitable fate that had been woven in the great brocade before he was born.
The black phoenix, using his face, led an army of countless races to trample on the ruins of Terra...
Only the last warrior was left, guarding the eternal door with only the door frame. The long stairs were covered with silver-gray armor. He held a burning sword and pointed at himself in tears...
That's...
Ustad...
Soshiyang seemed to have grabbed something, and the laughing star god suddenly stopped, and then its form began to distort, changing in countless forms of existence every second.
However, at this moment, many things in the sky began to fall, but they did not fall to the ground, but hung in the air. If you look closely, you will find that they are all skinny and deformed, with sharp claws and sharp thorns. The blood-colored mist on their bodies gathered towards the incarnation of the Star God like a storm, as if they were about to rush to a certain side that fixed it.
The white-robed king who was staring at the strange shape in the air suddenly turned sideways, and a sharp sword slashed from behind him, rubbing the corner of his robe, and cutting off a few strands of fabric.
When he turned his head, the second sharp blade came towards him, but at the moment he touched the mask, he was shaken away by an invisible force field.
"What do you want to be an illusory thing?"
Amnak smiled indifferently, and the blade in his hand kept stabbing at the opponent's head, stabbing layers of force fields, forcing the white-robed king to go across his head and avoid the attack.
"free."
“What is freedom?”
“Divine nature is freedom.”
"The so-called God is only a part of the false meaning of the world, stupid and incomprehensible, you can take the path you should take."
"I was born in divinity and found nothing. Perhaps the freedom I pursue was not good, but if the most ridiculous thoughts can enter reality in an instant, I am unwilling to live in this world, and I am more willing to hold myself firmly in my own hands."
"Follow others, and are also slaves."
When all the force fields collapsed in the opponent's fierce attack, the king made the first move to dodge. Facing the two unavoidable swords, he disappeared directly from the spot and appeared twenty meters away.
"What I say and do is what I think and think. This is freedom. Following is to climb the ladder of divinity. I value that person more, who is abandoned by all of you. Your ugly and ridiculous game will eventually be destroyed on this piece."
Amnak's voice appeared behind him.
"Now it seems that you have been setting up a plan since the Scarlet Skull. Using Soshiyang's lack of understanding of the power of the Star God, he tempted him to absorb the extremely unstable Scarlet Scratch. The Scarlet Skull should have been tampered with and feet from the beginning, but are you planning to overturn the table now? If this is the case, then you are much stupider than I thought. Soshiyang does lack control of his own power, but his control of his soul and will is much stronger than you thought. More importantly, his current power is unprecedented, representing my power, and it has become stronger!"
The next second, even the space was cut by the sword blade.
However, only the white robe and the depressed body...
Looking at the metal body that was cut by himself, Amnak sighed.
"I knew that such a cunning thing as you would come in person? I guessed from the time you spoke to Soshiyan that this was just a melodraft, how many puppets and incarnations do you have?"
No one could answer, Amnak drew his sword back to defend, blocking the double-edged staff surrounding green energy that was slashed from top to bottom.
The only thing that really responded to him was action. Hundreds of three saint guards whizzed down from the sky, like poisonous bees that were besieging the invaders. At the same time, there were three floating technicians, each holding three scepters of different shapes in their hands and casting an invisible ripples at Amnak.
In an instant, a real chill made Amnak's limbs heavy, his mind dizzy, and the miasma-like frost freezes on his armor.
Fortunately, the boiling power of the star god in his body still supported him, although it was not as strong as before and not as stable.
At the same time, the Three Saint Guards who were waving the battle of oaths were already in front of him. Amnak turned around and blocked the blow that wanted to smash the back of his head. He swept out the sword in his right hand, chopped down a worn liquid metal cloak, and divided the Three Saint Guards into two.
Chapter completed!