After mocking the man who had been verbally insulting him before, Yixi suddenly twisted his wrist. Amidst Cisong's unwilling scream, the spear spun forward and flew out, bringing him down.
At this time, there was only one person standing on the bridge. He slowly took off the blood-stained silver medals from the corpses, and then walked towards the Chasin Gate, which represented infinite possibilities...
"This batch of candidates all look good."
Dozens of candidates covered in blood were already standing on the platform of Chaxin Gate. Above their heads, on the floating platform, stood several figures wearing power armor. In addition to their armor, they also had additional
Wearing a red waistcoat robe, holding a long black stick inlaid with gold at both ends in one hand, his body was covered with various scriptures, gems and decorations, most of the weird symbols and devil totems, standing at the front of the two main
They were talking intermittently, and there was a white, feline-like demon pet lying at the feet of one of them.
"It's okay. The slave named Yixi is talented, capable, and tolerant. I think he can be classified as a top-notch slave."
As he spoke, the pet person lying at his feet took out a delicate utensil from his arms, took a sip on it with his mouth, and then exhaled a cloud of white smoke.
The people on the side immediately waved their hands in disgust and said:
"Tenzin, you smoked this secretly again. You also smoked secretly during the last ritual meeting, and as a result, you were punished by the King of Heart Corruption for five days in confinement. Is this addiction so big?"
"Ahem, get used to it, get used to it, just pretend you didn't see it."
While smiling, he stuffed the things into his arms and looked around.
"What is Khenpo busy with today? Logically speaking, this is a general election, not a minor election. He will come and see for himself."
"The master seems to be receiving a distinguished guest today..."
"Dear guest? Oh, I remembered, I heard that a fleet has arrived, it seems that it is...the third army?"
"Ah, as long as you know, don't talk nonsense."
"What are they doing here? Don't they have one eye above the top? That one we eliminated before... The Strange Choir seems to be the third legion, a group of unknown noise warriors, casually
Crushed to death."
"If you ask me this, how should I answer? Moreover, the Third Legion has long been in disarray. They all take themselves seriously. If the original body had not come forward, they would not even be able to get together."
"You mean...which Primarch sent these people?"
"Tsk, you talk so much. I'm just saying this. Okay, okay, everyone will be here soon. I'll order some cards later."
"oh."
At this time, in the luxurious and decadent main hall of the Mahakala Palace, a grand carnival was in full swing.
A graceful but slender figure with sharp claws and hooves shuttled between a silk tent, holding up a plate filled with the heart of a silent baby. On both sides of the hall were twisted and struggling figures penetrated by spiral spiers.
They screamed in pain, and their voices merged into a terrifying harmony.
On the mid-air performance stage, three performers, who were neither male nor female, wearing only light veils, were cutting each other into pieces with blades as thin as needlepoints. Below them was a crystal fountain, with broken crystals emerging from it.
fog.
At the end of the hall is a towering platform, covered by layers of curtains. You can vaguely see a majestic figure sitting on the platform like a god. On the huge curtain behind the platform, there are two figures covered with jewelry and colorful paintings.
It’s an evil scene where the skeletons in ribbons hug each other intimately and seem to be dancing.
There was a circle of people standing around the platform. Most of them were dressed as phantom warriors, but there were also some who kept their own independent costumes, such as Blood Wolf, Amon and others.
"Welcome, messenger from the Third Legion, Lord Heffron."
In the long voice of a legion executive holding a golden skull staff, a proud warrior wearing pink-purple armor and long snow-white hair walked into the hall.
After entering, Heffron's nose twitched instinctively, and a trace of pure sensory stimulation penetrated his nostrils. It was an intoxicating, boiling breath of madness, almost powerful enough to blur his vision.
Then he looked towards the high platform and muttered in his heart:
"What an arrogant bastard for not coming out to greet him personally."
But at the same time, he touched his chest and bent down with a humble expression.
"Great King of Eclipsed Hearts, thank you very much for the welcome ceremony. I am deeply honored."
But the other party didn't reply, it was still someone else who passed the message.
"King Eclipse Heart respects every old legion that resisted the false emperor in the past, just like he respects the supreme heaven. We have the same goals and the same opponents, so we should be friends."
"Of course, Lord Eidolon also means this. The Phantom Legion has become a force that cannot be ignored, if both parties can work together."
"Soshyan is not easy to deal with."
But the messenger interrupted him directly.
"You have fought against each other more than once, and even the undefeated have failed. Everyone knows the power of the Eleventh Legion. Before there is an absolute chance of victory, taking action is asking for trouble."
Heffron then got straight to the point.
"Lord Eidolon has formulated a plan. Now that the power of the Eleventh Legion is contained by Tyranids at the edge of the Storm Star Territory, we can take the opportunity to destroy his rear. The two sides will join forces. We will contain his other forces, while you will take them directly.
In the Nessen Galaxy, just burning his hometown to the ground will be a heavy blow to the Eleventh Legion!"
This time, the messenger did not speak, but a low and scornful voice came from behind the curtain.
"Does Eidoron think I don't know? Soshyan is the Phoenix King. How long can you contain the Eternal Court? If you suddenly retreat when we attack the Nessen system, then we will be exposed to Ada's blade.
Exit, Third Legion... This is not the first time you have done this, nor is it the last time. What you did during the siege of Terra is considered a household name in the Eye of Terror."
"Oh, if you are so worried, you can change it. You will contain the Eternal Royal Court, and we will attack the Nessen Galaxy."
"Well, it seems that Eidolon is a little impatient, but I think-"
Suddenly, the whole palace shook slightly, everyone suddenly made a sound of surprise, and the curtains suddenly moved, as if a strong air current was passing through.
Then there was an angry growl from Garmo Zejie.
"who!"
At this moment, a staggering figure ran in and then fell to his knees.
"My lord! Attack! The track is under attack!"
Everyone's faces suddenly changed, and then they looked at Hefferon. Some even pulled out weapons, while Hefferon looked surprised.
"What? Who attacked whom!?"
At this time, two huge crystal screens were hung from the dome. Immediately after a disturbance, a blurry picture appeared. Only the dark sky was flashing with strange green, and a strange-looking fleet seemed to emerge from the sky.
The ghosts crawling out of the tomb look so abrupt against the background of the planet. They are all in the shape of a crescent moon. The most conspicuous one is an extremely huge battleship, which constantly emits dazzling light spots and arcs, and that
The huge orbital space station was torn apart in the arc, causing explosions continuously. As for the fleets, they were like a school of frightened fish, desperately trying to escape death.
"Necrons!!!!!"
Garmo Zejie's angry roar made the entire mountains shake.