While Suoshiyang was in shock, a dying song suddenly sounded in the wind, which made people very uneasy.
He couldn't understand it, but he seemed to understand that it was the name of this dying god.
While struggling to stand up, the broken god crawled closer, its hands rummaging in the sand to find a point of strength, but it seemed that it really couldn't stand up.
Soshyan watched it crawling, noticing the marks of ax and knife cuts all over its broken plate armor, and the long mane-like hair on the back of its head rising like smoke, floating on both sides of its roaring death mask - just like
Same as Phoenix Lord from Howling Banshee.
The strong wind swept by, and the hair spread out in all directions, like a slave shackled by the storm.
Soshiyang stepped back carefully and slowly, his boots grinding against the gravel. Although he was already filled with curiosity, no matter what the limp thing in front of him was, its anger surged like a spiritual halo, unusually powerful.
.
He took another step back and continued to examine it carefully.
No matter how majestic this statue once was, it has now been destroyed by supernatural decay, and only a struggling and crawling body remains of the once magnificent body.
When he squinted his eyes and scanned the afterimage around it, Soshyan could almost clearly see its past glory - a body dressed in mythical plate armor, its eyes filled with white flames, its heart beating, towards the unburned
The black stone skeleton is covered with a huge amount of lava.
It is the majestic incarnation of revenge and massacre in the world. Soshyan saw many blurry images in the flying sand and dust around the body, and now the wind blowing has gathered a false halo around it - another
A feeble echo of what was once magnificent.
If it successfully stands up, it will be taller than a Knight Titan.
And even when lying down, it was still a huge thing, leaving large curling traces in the sand.
Looking at the devastated incarnation of God, he almost began to pity it.
Its pitch-black skin has faded into a gray charcoal shape, and black smoke is constantly leaking from the cracks in the strong wind. The blood of the lava has become as slow as amber sludge, and the old scars and scabs have condensed as the blood gradually cools.
He lost blood and was destroyed by time at the same time.
The eyes that once glared at the world now only have empty eye sockets and a lifeless face.
"I am a glorious warrior of the Emperor."
He whispered to the prostrate god.
"Soshyan Alexey."
The god had black teeth and gray gums. It tried hard to shout, but only dust flowed out of its mouth and merged into the sand under its chin. The psychic resonance caused by the silent shout hit the rope in vain.
Raising the defense line of the mind.
It tried to crawl closer, but two fingers were broken when they touched the ground, and viscous magma flowed out of the stump, slowly turning black as it cooled.
"An alien false god."
Soshyan kept his voice calm. His sword shone with energy, sparks dancing wildly at the tip.
"It is your own depravity that leads to such a sad ending, isn't it?"
In his daily conversations with Talos, Soshyan roughly knew the process of the fall of the Eldar, and naturally had no good impression of these alien gods.
In response, the god let out another silent roar.
"You have nothing left except this uncontrollable hatred, which is simply pathetic."
But suddenly, with a groan and a scratching sound, the statue finally stood up.
It pulled out an ancient, broken sword from the red sand, and finally coughed out the first words through clenched teeth and gasping for breath filled with dust.
"Suin Daellae!"
The withered god roared angrily. Although the sword in its hand was a weapon, it was now more like a crutch. Bursts of unsatisfactory black smoke emitted from the sword, but it failed to burst into flames.
Soshiyang was startled, almost thinking that he had said something bad, but then the avatar staggered and fell down again, turning into a posture of hands and knees on the ground. At the same time, the skin at the joints cracked and blew with the wind.
Gradually passed away.
He suddenly noticed that the inscription on this giant sword seemed to be the same as the fragment he had seen before.
Are the two related?
After thinking for a while, he decided to let go of these things first.
"No time to bother with you."
Soshyan stepped forward, sword in hand.
He approached the god who was lying on the ground and raised the holy sword high, forming an execution scene.
The Avatar grabbed his greaves with a cracked hand, but it was limp, and just another finger was broken.
"I will end your pain."
After saying that, the sword suddenly fell down.
The next moment, there was a sound of metal and stone colliding, and the hissing dust was carried away by the wind. The dust hit the fine porcelain pieces, making a crunching sound.
As the body and head were separated, the fallen god was completely turned into ashes, with black ashes outlining its former shape on the bone-white dust.
That is, at the moment when he killed the god, his consciousness returned to reality again.
He is still in this hall, holding the warm fragment in his hand, everything seems to be just an illusion?
boom--!
Just as he was thinking, there was a sudden loud noise behind him. He turned around, and a hole was blown open in the wall, and Talos came in amid the smoke.
"I thought you were captured by some demon and used as a coolie."
Soshyan smiled and put away the fragments.
"Almost."
"What is this place?"
More warriors filed in through the blasted wall. Talos stood in front of Soshyan and looked at him carefully for a while.
"You look weird? What happened?"
Soshyan had to agree with the Nightborne's keen intuition, so he took out the pistol, handed it to Talos, and told him what happened to him.
Of course, it's not all, such as the fact that he "ate" that thing.
Talos looked at the pistol carefully and frowned slightly.
"This language... Well, if I remember correctly, it is a language widely used by humans before the Long Night. It is called Federal Language. It is related to High Gothic. Can't you understand it?"
Soshyan was a little embarrassed.
"Language course...cough cough cough, I didn't pay much attention to it."
"Well, the name engraved on this should be a person's name. When translated, it should be...Diego Alatriste? That should be his name, right?"
Talos returned the pistol to Soshyan.
"do you know him?"
"Of course I don't know him. This place is full of weirdness... By the way, there is a saying in the Eldar language. Please translate it."
Soshyan then imitated the two sentences he just heard. Talos thought for a while and then replied:
"The first sentence refers to the real name of the Eldar God of War, Bloodhand Kane. The second sentence... translated into Gothic, it should be called Doomsday Wail."
"The howl of doom..."
After thinking for a moment, Soshiyang decided to deal with it after settling the matter here.
The soldiers searched the entire temple inside and out, but except for some decayed antiquities, there was nothing of value inside, and they could already confirm that the temple should be dedicated to the blood of the Eldar.
Hand Kane.
At first Soshyan considered blowing it up, but remembering his previous experiences, he chose to let it continue to lie dormant in the dark underground, serving as someone's tomb.
As for the pistol, before leaving, Soshyan also put it back into the temple——