Just as the sword was pulled out from his neck, the chief demon turned into a towering and gorgeous existence, and countless tentacles surged out from behind his head, rising slowly from the top of the demon's head like a gorgeous crown. His torso merged with purple silk, and his skin became as delicate, smooth and perfect as a statue, with an incredible elegance, and a tentacle-like cloak surrounded its toned body.
"Traitor! Traitor!"
The demon squealed angrily, and the spears that had hunted countless sadomasochists in his hands stabbed Amnak like lightning.
"Your soul will become an eternal silhouette in the Mirror of Pain!"
However, Amnak turned a blind eye to this and just rushed towards another succubus. The sharp sword shone with silver light and pierced a mouth on the other party's chest.
When the magic spear stabbed him, he also stabbed the blade deeper, then pulled it down, and blood and internal organs sprinkled onto the ground.
The succubus stood for a moment, then fell down and turned into a pool of flesh and blood.
The Demon Disaster also drew out its weapons and brought out the gushing blood.
Amnak supported the ground with one sword, and with the other hand, he used a smooth movement to remove the blood on the sword, put the back of his right hand close to his face, and wiped away the blood marks on his face.
"So, that's it. Look, immortal souls drift in the vast sea of time, forever facing their own wars, driven by such strong and primitive passion, but those poor souls almost know that it is their own faith that shapes the bodies of what oppresses them, and that every struggle they have added strength to it, poor, lost, immortal souls--they can be crushed, swallowed, enslaved, corrupted, but they will never be completely destroyed."
When he turned around again, there were only dozens of evil eyes in front of him, including several emotions of the Great Slaver, whose invisible spiritual tentacles surrounded Amnak, as if they wanted to surround it or tear it apart. If you look closely, you could still see several silver marks on its smoke-like body, like scars or marks.
Amnak looked down at the sword he had fallen, touched the pierced wound in his chest, and then laughed.
"Funny, interesting, great slave... It's really extraordinary, so now do we have time to negotiate terms?"
"Since you are related to those eternal things... you are indeed qualified."
The Great Slaver released his spiritual tentacles, but Amnak could still feel the fang-like hunger surrounding him, the creature obviously trying to restrain his instincts, but this would not last long.
"Speak out your solution."
"Using the ability of consciousness projection, project my consciousness to a person."
"This doesn't necessarily work as you wish."
"Try it, this is the only way, only he has the ability to take us out."
The Great Slaver did not speak anymore, and the world of Amnak changed again, and the halos of red and blue flashed rapidly in this space. The various colors they intertwined were passing by, changing, and repeating themselves, and bizarre...
"Um?"
Soshyan, who was commanding the naval battle in the bridge, suddenly took a breath of surprise. He felt some touch on the edge of his mind and soon received a message from Amnak.
"trap?"
After guessing what Amnak meant, Soshiyan's hands pressed on the commanding throne and penetrated countless silver nematodes and expanded into the bridge at extremely fast speed.
Sure enough, he found something, and that feeling was very subtle, and if it weren't for Amnak's reminder, he might have completely ignored it.
"Attention! An enemy has invaded!"
Soshiyang immediately issued a loud warning, and then the alarm bells on the bridge were erected, and various weapons were activated one after another. The hatch doors of various places opened, and space warriors and combat robots came out in a row.
Realizing that he was discovered, some kind of vicious energy suddenly began to take effect. A detector operator less than a hundred meters away from Soshiyan simply withered and shriveled in the terrible light. Decades of aging were instantly completed, from a living person in his thirty years old to a corpse like a doll wrapped in rotten bones with tight skin.
Survivors around them croaked in fear and fled from this area in scattered ways, but they all turned into cold and dry bones after taking two steps.
"What!"
Mark and the company commander were extremely shocked to see this situation, because not only did they not see the enemy, but they did not even notice the opponent's attack methods.
There is no energy, nor any characteristics.
But Soshiyan saw something, with some almost unrecognizable outlines above the bridge, and his tall figure wandered like a festive dancer, looking light and slender, and looking as light as nothing. If he ignored the cold breath like a ghost, it would be an extremely beautiful picture.
Soon, this coldness covered the entire bridge, and many mortals immediately withered and staggered. Soshiyang realized that they had the ability to plunder life energy like gray graft.
"They are here..."
When Soshyan spoke, all the soldiers who remained on the Randall immediately surrounded him and drew out their weapons, but they saw nothing.
"What is the commander of the battle team!"
Falzad held the battle axe and stared vigilantly.
At a moment when my heartbeat, something was already coming. Soshiyang stood up and his eyes widened.
Their momentum was like a trickle, with a ghostly dim light in Soshiyang's eyes.
Suddenly, he thought of something similar to that he had encountered, underground in Hamigedoton-
"Quantum Ghost..."
But compared to the green-skinned quantum soldiers encountered by Hamigidon, this quantum ghost that was a space undead was more hidden and terrifying. What's worse is that Soshiyan seemed to have no choice.
He raised his hand and tried to drag them out of the quantum form.
But it was useless. The physical rules that he controlled at will and were invincible in the past had no effect on these things...
If he remembers correctly, it is best to deal with such enemies with spiritual energy, but if he uses gray marrow to transform his spiritual power...
"Well!"
Suddenly, a Dehgan Terminator roared and fell down. His armor was covered with frost, and the life signal disappeared directly from everyone's sight.
And he was not resurrected, and even the grey graft did not work.
Seeing this, Soshiyang was shocked. Could this be the weapon of Menak to fight against the Star God in the past?
"Damn it! Bastard! Get out!"
Seeing that the veteran of his company was killed in battle, Mark angrily raised the spear in his hand and activated the power of gray.
But then his body staggered suddenly, and a surging cold air spurted out between the armor.
"Don't use grey graft! This thing will...induce grey graft out of control!"
Seeing Mark's situation, Soshyan immediately pressed his hand on his shoulder and realized how the warrior had sacrificed just now.
The veteran of the company must have used gray graft...