Seeing a strong man suddenly appear, Galmo Zejie was surprised, but he did not panic yet, because he still had a trump card——
The remnant of the Second Legion found out his powerful spiritual power, condensed a vast force from Igosemo's soul that was on the verge of being broken, and then poured it all into the body of a weird-looking bird-like statue——
It was lying helplessly on a claw-shaped altar, its whole body burned by the scorching spiritual flames.
In an instant, the flames of the burning sky spread across the space, turning it into a vibrant nascent sun, and painted a majestic giant ring in everyone's pupils.
“Gal Mo Zejie!!!”
Igethemo wiped away the tears of fire from the corners of his eyes, and the etheric light that penetrated his soul brought him unparalleled pain - this was the pain of a curse, and it was also the pain of eternity.
Failed...completely failed...
He failed the Warmaster, failed the name of the Thousand Sons, and even failed the wisdom he believed to be true for many years.
The gleaming and lush bird feathers bent his spine, and the milky-white raptor claws replaced his once dexterous hands. The glorious dream of glory in this life finally ended up like this, and the dreams of the past were distorted by reality into blasphemy.
graffiti and began to laugh loudly at this arrogant and ignorant self.
The most terrifying psychic transformation comes from the gradual collapse of the mind. The surging ether wave smashed Igosemo's mind into a fragmented silver mirror - endless meaningless thoughts gripped his mind at the same time.
Thousands of frightening sounds filled his mind, vying for any chance to shake his eardrums.
The voice belonging to Igosemo is quickly disappearing, gradually drowning in the quagmire of noisy chaos.
In a few minutes, or even a few seconds, Igosemo will completely fall into the bloody abyss of logical perversion, forever forgetting everything he once cherished.
"ah!!!!!"
Suddenly, another new wave of furious flames penetrated Igosemo's body. The heart-wrenching torture made him tremble all over, and a burst of silver light like molten metal was aroused on the bird feathers covering his body.
He could clearly feel Garmo Zejie's mantra - it roared endlessly in the vast ocean, constantly providing him with the energy needed for Nirvana.
Yigosemo was even curious, how did the other party know such a profound technique?
Turning this spell into reality by yourself? Introducing the fragmented consciousness into the ninth realm?
The existence of Igesemmo was already very blurry, and he could even clearly see them gradually dusting away the dust that had covered their bodies for thousands of years, revealing their monstrous silver-white bodies.
"I have a plan-"
Yigesemo groaned softly and couldn't help but recall the discussion he had with Zagar Mozejie about the war situation a few days ago. At that time, the other party formally proposed the idea of ambushing Soshiyang. Although he knew that this was a bit risky - but
Even so, Yigesemo still firmly believed in this plan and gave Galmo Zejie the greatest degree of trust——
Why? How could he be so wrong? Why did he believe that this taboo method would not cause harm? Why did he still let the other party carry out the plan even though he knew there were clues?
As early as the discussion between the two, he had already fallen into a situation of no return, right?
Even death has become a luxury wish for Igesemer at this moment - he can only watch as he is transformed into a demon with little consciousness and controlled by the other party, while constantly uttering pain
He screamed while enduring the eternal torture of heart-breaking bone removal.
"It turns out you had already planned it..."
Yi Gesemmo wiped out the last trace of unwillingness in his soul and let out a cry of pain.
Garmo Zejie had tampered with his spirit very early!
Yet he himself was unaware of it!
“Gal Mo Zejie!!!”
Huge wings appeared from its back with a click, and a puff of smoking feathers emerged.
Igosemo turned into a real demon, with sharp claws on its toes that stepped on weirdly. One of its clawed hands held a hook-shaped sword that reflected like a mirror, and the other hand
He is holding an indigo crystal staff tightly, and there is an ever-changing emblem on top of the staff.
Looking at the body that had been divided into two before, it tilted its head, opened its beak and laughed again, with an indescribable tone in its voice.
"Oh? That's it?"
The man walked out of the shadows, and he was wearing a strange power armor with a black main body and golden flame patterns around the edges. On his chest was a skeletal eagle emblem, and on his head was a helmet with bloody bat wings.
Looking at the huge demon, he tilted his head, and then quickly pulled out the bolt gun hanging on his thigh.
As blue flames spewed out from the muzzle, explosive bombs with golden trails rushed out of the barrel.
Those bullets set the demon on fire, and its messy feathers deformed and fell off, disconnected from their roots.
As they broke apart, thick liquid silver flowed from the wound, with a few drops splashing out like a handful of coins.
But it's still smiling.
Then, the demon of Tzeentch smashed its staff on the pedestal, using the characteristics of this space to quickly draw out the power of the ever-changing crystal maze in Tzeentch's domain.
In an instant, everything began to change, and even time itself began to slow down.
Only Soshyan saw everything that happened with clear eyes.
Every puff of smoke, every burst of fire that flashed from the demon's hateful body.
He saw the slow rotation of Sevatar's chainsaw, and the firelight reflected from the skeletal aquila.
Then he saw the demon moving in this slow time, raising its ugly hand and summoning a ball of hellfire.
Then it turned the hand and set Sevatar on fire.
Soshyan's angry roar was also locked by the slow time around him, and he could only watch the Prince of Crows burning, and the flames flowed on the armor like a burned-out candle.
But then, another stream of flames burst out from the inside of Savita's power armor, extinguishing the demonic fire in an instant.
It was a blue flame,
After failing to hit the target, the demon retracted its wings and smashed at Savita. The former captain of the Eighth Legion fired three times in succession, hitting its torso twice, and the third shot shattered a twisted horn on its head.
This should have killed it, but it didn't, the creation of the Warp was not that simple.
The two struggled together, claws fighting against chainsaws.
Although Sevatar has great advantages in skill and speed, the demon also has unpredictable witchcraft. After its left arm was cut off by the chain saw, it suddenly summoned a series of crystals and carried Sevatar on his back.
He pressed down on the ground.
But then, Soshyan saw what seemed to be flying by...
It was a strange-shaped knife like a bird feather, almost as big as the palm of his hand, and there was a silk thread tied to the back, a silk thread that was not there but shone with a strange luster.