Chapter 290

The desire for flesh, the desire for blood, it will enjoy this feast, it will taste blood and bite bones.

Its claws will feel despair from its torn body.

Desire always exists.

Need, desire.

Never responded, never satisfied.

How can they be satisfied? They are the essence of sub space and the existence of monsters.

Passion is so fascinating.

The feast will begin on this planet, where the barrier between the physical universe and sub space is very thin and getting thinner and thinner.

The physical world squeezes them, and desire and depression appear with each other, intertwined and turned into a roar.

This roar sinks into the minds of those eager to hear it, gives them nightmares, brings them madness, brings them ecstasy, and brings them the embrace of nothingness.

The barrier still exists, but only exists.

Its consciousness seeped in, reached the land, saw that the world was so beautiful, and gave a feast of plunder.

Its thoughts explore the world, cross the jungle of endless night, roam over the mountains and dance on the sea.

The concept of home makes it ridiculous all day.

It will witness a planet, distorted under its influence.

But then it began to fret.

The planet is just a stage. The actors have not yet appeared, but they will come soon.

The beast waited behind the curtain, and its time was coming.

It whispered praise for it.

Whispers echoed around it. Its companions came here to compete, worship and join the carnival. The moment they expected was coming.

At that time, they can finally spread their desired ideas to a galaxy full of screams, eager to taste the real body.

Whispers respond to each other, and desires breed stronger desires until the world echoes with endless desires..

The promise has been fulfilled, and the planet is right.

The demon wrapped under ponfil's skin is examining the Archbishop's memory.

It stepped over the fallen altar while pacing back and forth, and its four arms drew various tracks in the air. Its posture was lazy and beautiful, calling on the coming fate and absorbing the power it intended to use from the moment pomfili picked up the magic code.

From the walls of the cathedral, the demons heard the roar of the fleet in the orbit of the planet - the great enemy had arrived.

The moment it expected was approaching, which made it smile with expectation.

In its belly, a mouth that was once pomfili was moving, rattling unconsciously with praise and joy.

What was originally called pomfili stretched on the twisted bones and skin, experienced such complete and perfect pain, and it longed for pain as much as it longed for happiness.

All the illusions held by the Archbishop disappeared with his identity, but the desire that drove him to death still existed. He was ecstatic in a pain that was both punishment and reward.

Or it can be said that pomfili's soul disappeared and was swallowed up by the devil.

It devoured him, and now it is looking for booty.

The time has come. It already knows what happiness it will bring to those who are indifferent and uninterested, but it will never underestimate the enemy.

It predicts not only human death, but also other pleasures. It hopes that pomfili's memory can bring these pleasures, so it looks around in the Archbishop's memory.

Finally, it found what it wanted in the heart of pomfili, buried under layers of secular memory.

The memory is small and easy to ignore because its owner has almost forgotten it.

Pomfili had no reason to pay attention to this knowledge, which was covered up by administrative trivia.

But the devil found them, and these memories are more than it expected.

It gave a pleasant giggle——

The time has come.

The storm outside had stopped, and the star armies finally gave up the dilapidated castle and retreated to the fortress of the Ministry of justice under the cover of star soldiers.

After contact operations, more than 10000 star troops finally returned to the safety zone with only more than 6000 people.

In soshyan's view, the more than 6000 people who can continue to fight will not exceed 3000.

Although many people are not injured, they have suffered serious psychological damage, and a few of them have even begun to show signs of mental disorder.

The originally empty prison of the Ministry of justice was soon filled.

Now the whole fortress is in a state of war. The heretical signs on the wall of the central hall have disappeared and replaced by a huge battlefield display screen.

Dressed in the red and black military uniform symbolized by the political commissar, Eric swaggered with a firm step that shouldered all the hopes on the planet.

He maintained a strong sense of self-esteem even in the crisis.

At this point, soshyan felt that he was so similar to himself.

Once a young political commissar, only a few years, his face has been weathered and covered with small scars.

The shape of his eyebrows and chin was more severe and ruthless than in the past.

Soshyan believes that he is very suitable for his current position. When the summer is coming, he can turn the tide and unite the last imperial armed force. It can no longer be described as due diligence.

If it were not for his political commissar, soshyan would even consider whether to include him in the mortal forces of the regiment, he would be an excellent field commander.

Unlike the bishop sitting in the cathedral waiting for corruption, he is the pride of the Empire.

Soshyan also saw the heroism of those who did not surrender and felt sorry for the death they were going to face.

But their outcome can hardly be changed.

All the surviving astral armies have been exposed to too much forbidden knowledge, which leads them to destruction more thoroughly than the demon invasion itself. He is not a judge, but he has heard a little about the rules of the trial court.

The presence of any judge will not allow these people to leave valledo alive.

Perhaps the destruction will not come too soon, but in any case, the outcome will not change for the surviving imperial soldiers.

Soshyan had no right to change this.

But now he saw loyalty and courage in this hall.

Maybe he has no right to save everyone, but at least he can save some of them.

"Everyone is here? It seems that I'm late."

A relaxed voice sounded, and then came out of the side of the limping judge Marcus. His four attendants were also around, except Malthus.

Soshyan did not expect that the orbital bombing almost blew up an imperial judge. Fortunately, he noticed that there were other battles nearby during the battle. After Malthus found himself, he jumped into the pit at the first time and dragged the judge out of the devil's arms.

If he had slowed down for a while, he might have had to kill the judge and the devil.

Afterwards, Marcus was very grateful for his help.