Extreme star field, Demeter star field, Pandora galaxy, Banishing star
After receiving news of the victory in the naval battle, Soshyan continued to stay in orbital space. On the one hand, he remotely controlled the deployment and operations on the ground, and on the other hand, he waited for the arrival of the Imperial Navy and the Dark Angels.
But for some unknown reason, he has always felt uneasy since he arrived in the orbit of the Paiji Star.
Astropath once reported that the subspace activities here were too frequent and intense. He didn't know if it had something to do with it. Veronica also said that this planet was surrounded by a powerful evil force, and believed that this force only relied on
A warp rift is difficult to form.
The implication is that there may be something unknown to Soshyan on the Paihang planet. Veronica thinks this is an ominous place, so she persuades Soshyan not to go to the surface of the planet.
But Soshyan himself has no fear of the creations of subspace, but he feels that this uneasiness has nothing to do with subspace.
As a result, not long after he deployed the 11th Company to seize Camp Voss, Soshyan, who was sitting on the command throne and watching the mission briefing, gradually felt his eyelids become heavy, and fell asleep without realizing it——
Suddenly, he felt someone calling him.
How long has it been?
An icy darkness surrounded him, with no beating of heart or hissing of breath to break it.
How long has he been asleep? Why is he so clueless?
Soshyan tried to look around, but there was nothing to see, no light to illuminate the darkness.
He may be falling, he may be rolling and spinning without even realizing it.
who is it?
The sound of questioning echoed over and over again, and finally fell silent.
What?
Then, he remembered, remembered that golden color.
The shining golden net stretches infinitely in the netherworld, and the silk ribbons split and split, then join and gather again, cutting the void into sharp fragments over and over again.
He spiraled through the network, flickering and changing form: gray eagle, spiraling ring of fire and shattered crescent moon.
Colorful sparks danced behind him, and the golden net sang as he passed by, making people feel happy.
He had experienced this journey in his dreams several times before, but this was the first time he had dived into the vast ocean of his own will.
Soshiyang soared into the sky, his thoughts extending across time and space, across the galaxy, using his will to twist reality and reshape it. It was so simple - he was like the life of creation at this moment, shaping the planet at will.
That feeling is not like everything, but it is better than everything.
But soon, this feeling was interrupted.
They come for him.
I noticed them before they came into view. The giggles of those things were like cracking ice, and the golden net suddenly turned into cracks all over the obsidian plain.
He fell onto the black glass and turned into a humanoid, burly and with black hair.
Then Soshiyang stood up and turned his eyes to the shadow crawling on the ground.
The cold current poured down on his head, and he tasted the smell of blood, which was warm and pungent.
Laughter penetrates the surface of the concept, and nothing seen or felt before the eyes is a real form - all of them are obscure images, shadow puppets projected on the etheric screen.
But cold dreams can burn deeper than real fire.
A scarlet vicious dog stepped out of the darkness, its skinless muscles soaked with blood, and the liquid dripped onto the tips of its teeth.
There are eye-catching scars on its snout and mouth, and its eyes are twisted and twitching like molten copper.
It stared at Soshyan, stepped forward step by step, opened its mouth and panted. He could feel the anger and fanaticism in every breath of the beast.
Then, the blood-red vicious dog began to circle around Soshyan.
For some reason, Soshyan seemed to hear laughter from the tapping of his sharp claws.
"Who are you?"
Soshiyang asked in a deep voice, and the beast god responded with a low roar, opening and closing his jaw as fast as lightning.
The next moment, Soshyan felt that the tip of the other person's teeth scratched his face, and pain erupted from within at the first touch.
The obsidian beneath his feet fell apart, and he sank, falling into the abyss of oblivion beneath.
The vicious dog followed him like a swirling hurricane.
Soshyan tried his best to push its existence away, but the storm swallowed up his strength.
Its hatred surrounded me, its mouth was burning and full of bright red, but it did not actually launch an attack.
Until that moment, Soshyan hit another glass plain and struggled to get up.
The tide of subspace hit the surface of concepts, making it impossible for him to distinguish reality.
The vicious dog began to circle again, but this time it was not alone. Three other figures stood far behind it.
A snake swam on the black glass, its scales changing colors as the body flexed and stretched, and every movement carried an inexplicable tenderness and obscenity, as if the smell of vomit had turned into substance.
It raised its head and looked at Soshyan with a human face, whose face was flawless, and then licked its lips, and the scales covering the smiling face shone dazzlingly.
There is something standing in the sky behind the flower snake, like a rotten moth staring with white eyes like a dead fish. Its chest vibrates and expands and contracts, and every breath makes a gurgling sound of sticky phlegm.
The last figure was far away from Soshyan, blurry, as if it had no shape, but he was sure that the other person's back was facing him.
The vicious dogs are approaching in a circle, and the flower snake is following behind.
"I understand what you are."
The vicious dog stopped, and Soshyan could see jagged and sharp bone spurs rising from the blood-stained muscles on its back.
The flower snake is laughing, and the poisonous moth is buzzing and fluttering its wings.
Soshyan was sure that he understood.
"Incarnation of chaos, you are trying to drag me into the darkness, but I know in my heart that this road is difficult and dangerous, and I must face all kinds of delusions. You are just an illusion, and I am not afraid of you."
"Is that what you're after?"
A voice sounded. It was reserved and restrained, but it echoed with different tones, as if many voices were intertwined.
The rotten moth buzzed backwards, and the hunched-up creature turned around at the edge of the circle and looked at Soshyan.
Its head is a superposition of an eagle, a crow and a vulture from bottom to top, and its eyes are burning with blue aura.
"Or have you never thought about what you are pursuing?"
It paused, pondering the next word.
"Should I call you Soshyan, or should I call you Xerxes, the King of Kings?"
This passage made Soshiyang's hair stand on end and he was speechless.
"Oh, you're scared?"
"No."
The four creatures laughed, the sound was like bones breaking, lightning and thunder.
Then, four black shadows grew out of thin air, crawled toward him, and surrounded Soshyan, pressing every step of the way, hitting his consciousness like a surging wave.
"Have you ever looked at your past? How long has it been since you recalled the false time you spent? Have you found that you are so completely different from the past? Is this a voluntary change on your part, or is something subtle?
Affect you, occupy you? The ghosts of the dead are always haunting you, aren't they?"
The four voices intertwined to form a majestic resonance. Soshyan felt as if he was standing in front of a 100-meter giant, listening to the other person's roar at close range.
His whole body was nailed to the spot by the torrent of sound, unable to move.