Chapter 22

"Ha ha"

Amurad gasped heavily and trembled, his eyes flickered, and the sound in his ear canal became a distant echo.

He grabbed the wound with one hand, but even his advanced lareman cells could not stop the blood flowing from the torn body. At this time, he felt the hand under his arm helping him stand up.

The server in power a is complaining bitterly.

It was soshyan who saved him, the man he had been waiting for, but now the strong recruit was too weak to hold the bomb gun. He almost fell when he helped amurad up.

"Head... Helmet."

Amurad tapped soshyang's helmet with his fingers. Although he didn't understand the meaning of the battle leader, soshyang still held his breath and took off his helmet.

When he saw the gray veins on soshyan's face, amurad widened his eyes, shocked and frightened.

"No... not yet. It's too early."

Then he motioned soshyang to put on his helmet, then covered his stomach and slowly walked towards a Star Soldier leaning against the broken post. Soshyang also saw him and immediately recognized hailarxi, the think tank director of the War Regiment at that time.

But he thought it was a body.

At this time, sporadic battles continued everywhere, but there were fewer and fewer living star soldiers. The rising star gods had torn up most of the engine of the whole world, leaving only the main part still struggling to maintain, while those "stars" in the distance were approaching.

"Hailash, hailash."

With amurad's hoarse call, the director of the think tank, who leaned against the column and didn't move, jerked his fingers, and then his head slowly turned around.

"Amurad."

When soshyan approached, he found a big hole in the chest of the think tank curator, in which two broken hearts were hanging and had stopped beating.

Well, in principle, he should have been a body.

"You... Found him."

Hailarshi stood up in a stiff, slow manner.

"Yes, you can prepare."

"OK."

With that, hailarshi had a short Scepter in his hand, and the tip of the scepter was a winged double headed eagle.

Soshyan was always confused in this process. He looked at his battle head and didn't know what kind of expression was behind his helmet.

So he asked:

"Commander Zhan, shouldn't we continue to fight?"

"Yes, we have to keep fighting, but your battle is over."

"What?"

Soshyan couldn't believe his ears.

"End?"

"Yes, you have a new mission, soshyan Alexei."

Amurad said, raising his hand hard to take off the iron halo behind him, and then hung it on soshyang's power backpack.

"You will be the next war commander."

Soshyan was stunned like lightning, his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't say a word.

"I know you have many questions, but I can't answer you now. Go back to Obsidian fortress and find friar Sid -"

Amurad's words were interrupted by a violent cough. A stream of red blood gushed from the grille of his helmet, which dyed the whole neck and chest red. At the same time, the wound on his abdomen was still bleeding, but the amount was less and less

It was not that the blood had stopped, but that his blood was about to run dry.

"Commander Zhan, I will fight with you to death! I will be buried here with all my fighting brothers!"

Finally, soshyang choked out what he wanted to say most.

But amurad just shook his head and carefully took out a prismatic Ruby like thing from the power armor backpack, which was still flowing with dark green light.

"This is a red amulet. You must take it well. All our sacrifices are just for it!"

After putting something called the red amulet into soshyan's hand, amurad looked at hailarshi, who was surrounded by a halo.

As if aware of his eyes, a cold whisper floated from hailarshi's helmet.

"It's ready over there..."

This voice made soshyan doubt whether the one in power a was the think tank curator of the War Regiment, because he remembered that the other party should have a fresh voice.

"Hailarshi has fallen."

Amurad answered soshyan's question.

"But for the final task, he temporarily bound his soul to the body with taboo power, but it won't last long."

Dark sorcery - these four words immediately jumped into soshyan's mind.

Such blasphemous witchcraft is strictly prohibited, and even astat think tank cannot get involved in it.

Perhaps aware of soshyan's disordered breathing, amurad sighed and said:

"For a noble purpose, sometimes we have to do something against the principle, which may be explained by expediency, but Alexei, you should remember that there is a boundary between use and conspiracy, and never cross that line."

Then he activated the storage space on soshyan's backpack and asked the other party to insert the red amulet.

"Never tell anyone you have this thing. Go back to Obsidian fortress and find friar Sid. He will tell you everything!"

Huge trembling came through the soles of the boots, and flames and explosions came one after another. That was the signal that the distant fleet began to destroy the world engine.

"I'm going to open the channel..."

Hearing this cold whisper, soshyan turned back fiercely, and at the same time, hailarshi's Scepter fell like a whip.

The veil of reality was torn open.

The scepter cuts through reality and illusion at the same time. If you look with mortal eyes, there is nothing in the vacuum.

However, the incision is real. Soshyan can feel another distant existence, which is an indescribable feeling, as if emotions are mixed into some entity and making a noise of hunger and thirst.

Just when soshyan was frightened by the strangeness, amurad behind him suddenly pushed him forward.

For a moment, his world fell into darkness.

He wanted to move, but it was like falling into the deep sea. His limbs were under great pressure, and even every organ could feel the pressure.

He wanted to open his mouth, but he responded with an indescribable vague howl.

The visible darkness stuck to him, wrapped around his neck, wrist and joints, until the gray veins appeared on his face again.

Then, he heard the incessant curse and mockery, as well as the roar of pain, and the real darkness quickly moved away from him.

His vision was restored, and he saw only torn nebulae tumbling, asteroids rolling against each other, releasing white, purple and a thousand kinds of red.

He even thought he had been thrown into the void, but everything turned into colorful color, anger, joy, pain... The torrent of many emotions involved him and greatly impacted his mind. If he had not been firm enough, he would have lost his reason.

But this must not last long.

As he gritted his teeth and endured, everything returned to silence.

He stood on a beach with warm sand under his feet, and the waves gently beat his ankles.

A strange woman opened her arms to him.

She

Who is it?

Soshyan was puzzled by the scene, but at least the torture was away from him until——

"He's out!"

A hand covered with steel grabbed his shoulder armor and dragged him to the ground.

Soshyan's helmet hit the ground and his eyepiece broke into pieces. Then his helmet was taken off, allowing him to breathe the dull circulating air.

He supported the floor with both hands and raised his head. The first thing he saw was the iron face of venitilius, commander of the seventh company of the extreme soldiers.

"Are you soshyan Alexei?"