Soshiyang clearly remembered that he was still fighting the enemy in Comoros, but in an instant he came to a desolate space.
The earth here is an ominous bone white, the sky is endless darkness, and the only source of light is the obelisks on the ground that emit a dim green light.
Suddenly feeling bad, Soshiyang gritted his teeth and tried to suppress his frustration.
After that, he started walking, but he didn't know how long he walked. When he looked around, there was still no change. Apart from the bright light emitted by those strange green obelisks, he could only see a bright haze at the end of the horizon.
It all seemed in vain.
"What are you looking for?"
"Who is speaking!"
As Soshyan questioned, the light on the obelisks around him became clearer and converged towards the sky, and finally something gradually emerged in the pillar of light.
It was a body with ghostly limbs and an almost invisible face.
"Are you looking for me?"
"No! Who are you? Where is this?"
"This is nowhere, this is you."
As soon as Soshiyang finished speaking, the spots of light scattered in all directions. He turned around in horror and found that the land he had been staggering forward was full of ghosts staring silently. Row after row, all over the mountains and plains, were all silent ghosts and shadows.
Thousands of ghosts stood motionless, and thousands of eyes were focused on him.
"this--"
"you forgot?"
A soul stepped forward, and Soshyan found that he looked familiar. Then he recalled that it was the Khorne warrior that he led the battle group to kill in the first battle.
The other party was staring at him with soulless eyes without saying a word.
"Lets see."
The echo suddenly stopped whispering. Every syllable was full of sonorous force, like a cold stone that would never give up to achieve its goal.
Soshyan looked further away. He saw the mortal soldiers who fought together in the past, saw many civilians, and saw the fallen soldiers in the battle group——
"This is the source of your power. They gain eternal liberation from the past in death, and their existence disappears from all memories forever."
The green light appeared above Soshyan's head again, and now, its light was blazing, and the endless ghosts in the wilderness seemed to respond, with faint sounds of crying, groaning and pain.
The endless ghosts in this originally silent land became clearly visible, their faces twisted into chaotic pain and self-disgust, and countless eyes stared at Soshiyang with hatred.
The next moment, they rushed towards the sky crazily, converging into a real form.
"No! That's absolutely not the case!"
As soon as he opened his mouth, Soshyan's answer received a firm rebuttal.
"That's it. There is no unearned power in the universe."
As soon as he finished speaking, the ground in front of Soshyan suddenly exploded. The cracks opened a huge arc on the ground, and then a deep circular pit surrounded by radiance in front of him.
The soil in the circle disappeared without a trace, Soshyan quickly retreated, and a crack was revealed in the circular pit, and a strong light shot out from it.
Finally, a towering silver god slowly rose, merged with the form of the sky, and then landed in front of Soshyan.
In other words, that is Soshyan himself.
After the other Soshyan landed, he raised his head and stared at him coldly, and suddenly a smile appeared on his face.
Soshiyang had never imagined that a smile could be devoid of any emotion or emotion. It was the most straightforward, pure, and mechanical smile that made people shudder, just like a metal mask.
"Look, this is what you are looking for, this is me, this is you, the product of a careerist trying to usurp the power of God."
After saying that, the metal-like face loosened slightly, and the other Soshyan suddenly turned around, raised his head slightly, and seemed to be looking at something in the sky.
"When you planned for us to devour so many souls and devour so many brothers, did you ever think that one day I would wake up and devour you? My dearest and most cunning brother."
With these last words, the ground beneath Soshyan's feet suddenly cracked, and he was caught off guard and sucked directly into the endless darkness below, until his consciousness was surrounded by endless wails of pain.
Just as he was falling downwards, a hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder, and then he spoke, with a loud and terrifying voice that shook the wilderness.
"Immortal Xingyun, you should continue to sleep."
Soshyan found himself back at his original position, with a towering giant standing in front of him, his back turned to him.
Soshiyang, who was looking up at the sky, suddenly turned his head, and his originally mechanical face became distorted.
"No!!! Never!!!!!"
"What happened, what happened, what happened -"
The clowns were also stunned, and a series of repeated questions weaved into a string of whispers, echoing in the streets.
At this time, the conspiracy group that broke through the red letter's obstruction also caught up.
"Soshyan, don't be obsessed with fighting."
Kayan stood up from the ground and just grabbed Soshiyang's shoulder. The moment the other party turned back to look at him, he suddenly pulled it back like an electric shock.
"you--"
He could sense that a cold and hungry vicious will suddenly awakened in Soshiyang's blood, and he was observing the world through Soshiyang's eyes...
"No!"
Suddenly, Soshyan, who was under the helmet, shouted angrily in a low voice. He bit his lip tightly until it bled.
"Get out of my head..."
The next moment, the vicious will that Kayon sensed disappeared, but Soshyan fell to his knees as if he had experienced a battle.
"Kill them—"
But as soon as they opened their mouths, the ground shook violently. The tremor was so strong that many of the Eldar, who were known for their agility, fell down.
However, what is even more frightening is that the clowns discovered that the mutation did not come from under their feet, but from the sky.
"Black Sun..."
The troupe looked up at the black sun hanging over Comoros, their tone full of disbelief.
There was a crack visible to the naked eye in the cold black sun——
Taking advantage of the shock of the spirits and the opportunity for Soshyan's gray marrow to subside, Kayon drew out six blank cards, pinned them to the ground with a wave of his hand, surrounded the three of them, and then activated his psychic energy.
The moment the six cards burned, and with a flash of light, the three of them disappeared directly.
The clowns who came back to their senses hurriedly stepped forward, but there was still trace of the enemy. The director of the Silent Shroud Troupe pulled out a half-burned card from the ground, twisted it between his fingertips, and rubbed it, as if he was thinking or recalling something.
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"This kind of trick... always feels a bit familiar. I have never heard of Asal, but there is another person..."
At this time, the filmmakers also came to the troupe leader, looked at the burned black circle and the remaining cards on the ground, and whispered: