While Sevatar was fighting the Renegades, Sosh Yang and the other Soul Drinkers were rushing in with precision comparable to using an industrial drill to perform a heart surgery.
Outside, the Soul Drinker's flagship Soul Messenger and other ships were also launching a fierce attack on the hulk, and explosions shook the spacecraft.
However, at present, it seems that their efforts are not enough to destroy this giant ship.
Most of the ship has long been abandoned, and many of the halls used by mortals are in decay, even without air, and dusty items are scattered everywhere on the floor.
"A lot of bad things have happened here."
The closer he got to the direction where the coordinate signal was sent, the more uneasy Soshiyang felt.
They only encountered some fighting intermittently along the way, but strangely, the more they advanced, the intensity of the fighting became weaker and weaker.
As soon as they encountered demons, they slaughtered them all.
Ambushes would often attack them from the dark maze of the spaceship, but they were only fear monsters and fire monsters.
They came and came, killing after killing, and finally disappeared into the depths of the spacecraft.
Moreover, reality betrayed physics. The deeper they went into the ship, the weirder its structure became. Soshyan felt that without Savita's signal, they would most likely just get lost in this unpredictable maze.
Along with their footsteps, there were whispers that became stronger.
These few words were unfamiliar, but they were undoubtedly full of malice. They became increasingly clear, causing the team to stop several times, wary of enemy attacks.
This made the Soul Drinker warriors very uncomfortable.
In the past, they might have checked whether there was a communication failure, but now, they all know that it is the sound of evil magic.
The corridor they walked on no longer creaked, but became damp. It began to tremble whenever someone touched it, as if physical contact would hurt it.
Big mouths spewing stinking odor replaced the vents, damp holes replaced the hatches, and some malignant growths could be seen on the walls, which seemed to want to grow together, as if cancer cells were spreading wildly within the host's organs.
Every part of the ship suffers from the disease, like a nightmare, and once it is left behind, the memory of them fades with it. It is as if they do not belong to this reality, and cannot be easily understood by the mere mortal mind.
"This place is disgusting."
So said the veteran of the Soul Drinkers.
"Why would they come to a place like this?"
"The traitors have betrayed themselves to the ancient power. They have crossed the line."
Soshyan answered him like this.
"They've gone crazy, man."
Mark roared, like a warning in the jungle.
"It would be better if they are really crazy, but I'm afraid they are not crazy."
At this time, another group of fear monsters appeared, and several tall silhouettes appeared behind them, spitting out magic flames.
"Slaughter them, and we will move forward bravely, for the sake of the Emperor and the Empire!"
Soshiyang raised the Holy Flame Sword high and led the Soul Drinkers to accelerate and charge.
The fear monsters only had time to throw a few fireballs, and the purple and pink completely collided together.
Soshyan stood at the forefront and fought.
The Holy Flame Sword buzzed through the air, opening and closing widely, and the bloody blade danced wildly. Wherever the sword tip touched, magic power and flesh burst open, and the target hit was instantly killed.
He always immediately rushes to the enemy's gunpoint to retrieve it, as if the weapon that once deeply disgusted him has now become his treasure.
The Soul Drinkers followed closely behind, slaughtering everything in front of them. In a very short period of time, they gradually adapted to fighting with Soshyan and showed extraordinary coordination.
Hatred and blood flowed down together, and the demon's howl was filled with renunciation and anger.
They concentrated their power and released a torrent of death.
The Soul Drinker veterans who rushed to the front immediately raised their shield walls like ancient siege soldiers.
However, the protection of the human body by the armor also has its limits, so an elite soldier fell like this. A magic fire bullet shattered his helmet, and then the huge armored body fell to the ground.
Others trudged across the sea of fire and launched a fierce attack. Their roars were amplified by the armor and were almost deafening.
Soshyan also brought down the last demon in front of him, and he used his long sword to guide the warriors through the wall of flames.
"Charge into enemy lines!"
He roared:
"We will dye the roads here red with their blood!"
Then he jumped up, waving his crackling power sword.
The soldiers gathered together and rushed down from one end of the passage, like an unstoppable torrent of steel, instantly breaking through the "protective wall" of demon flesh and blood.
The cowardly monsters immediately broke into pieces and fled in all directions.
Soshyan still maintained enough sense at this time. While sprinting forward, he asked a small team of Soul Drinkers to occupy a favorable position to ensure the subsequent retreat route.
Time is running out, and this ruined ship may be destroyed at any time.
They united as one, advancing and retreating together. After passing through the passage, the horizontal road gradually opened up, leading to a series of cabins.
The place is dotted with tracks for supply trains, piercing the thick walls.
Most of the space here was usually used to store supplies, but now it's just decaying debris and ashes.
After breaking through the demon's line, they finally arrived at a huge warehouse.
A marble staircase flows down from the door, and there are many small skylights inlaid on the roof, looking into the void.
More importantly, there are signs of corruption everywhere in this hall.
The statue seemed to move when no one was looking at it, the brazier burned with strange blue-green flames, and the decorations were either swallowed into the living carpet or submerged in the slime seeping from the walls.
These transformations were obviously not made by human hands, it was more like they had changed on their own.
In some places, the transformation is only half-way through, and the ubiquitous solemn imperial decorations have developed sharp edges and spikes that are more suitable for appearing in an executioner's torture chamber.
Some of the ornaments indeed functioned as instruments of torture, and many skeletons were hung on rusty iron hooks, still maintaining the painful postures of life.
The warehouse echoed loudly with the sounds of depravity, their whispers clearly audible.
Soshyann struggled to distract himself from above.
Suddenly, a deafening trumpet sounded to declare war, and the wall suddenly cracked.
A soul drinker appeared out of thin air and threw a mace from above his head.
Soshyan leaned down to avoid it, and the weapon left a dent on the wall, which was as big as an old man's torso.
Then he emptied the bullets from the gun barrel at the rebel's chest. The soldier's breastplate suddenly fell into pieces, and the wires inside were broken. The escaping energy hissed, and the whole person staggered back.
A few steps.
Soshyan took advantage of the momentum and pressed forward. The tip of his sword pierced the opponent's jaw and penetrated from behind.
The back of the rebel's helmet exploded, and a stream of smoking blood spurted out.