Chapter 293

The previous touch disappeared and took away fear, replaced by a sense of shame.

The soldier put down his hands and opened his eyes - nothing was hidden near the ceiling.

The dormitory is the same as before, but now the floor is in a mess.

The scream reflected from the wall and tore Arthur with its fear and pain.

His shame compelled him to take action.

The soldier got up from his bunk, put on his boots awkwardly, and then stumbled down the aisle.

The scream came from a hundred meters outside the dormitory.

He rushed to the door to beat his shame. His fear of things made him violate his belief in the Empire. He would bring comfort and reason to the tortured people to redeem himself.

But when he came to the door of another dormitory, the scream changed.

It began to become rough and harsh, choked by the terrible damp heat for a while, and then began again in a higher tone.

To Arthur, it seemed as if there were two voices, screams intertwined and mixed to form a chorus of despair.

He broke through the temporary wooden door. His comrade George was standing in the middle of the dormitory with his back to him.

George was alone, his shoulders trembling, his arms up and his elbows out, as if his hands were on his face. Both screams came from him.

Arthur swallowed his throat and walked across the floor to his company's comrades.

"George?"

He shouted, trying to keep his voice steady and calm, but loud enough for the other party to hear him.

But when he approached, he saw that George was actually standing in a pool of spreading blood.

"George!?"

He shouted again, but calm and will were abandoning him, and terror came again.

Slowly, his former comrade in arms turned around.

For a moment, Arthur took a few steps back and turned dead white.

His comrades in arms had torn his throat open, his skin and muscles hung on his throat like ragged curtains, and his blood soaked his coat and covered his hands.

But his mouth was still open, but he would never make a sound again.

However, the scream still didn't stop, and the two screams were still made by one person.

Today's screams have become two opposite syllables, which together have become one word - death.

This is a crazy and desperate prayer.

George knelt down. His vitality was constantly passing through his body. Then his hands were held in front of his eyes and inserted into his eyes. His fingers dug deep and pulled tightly, as if tearing meat from the body.

Soon, his hands were covered with gelatinous tissue, and he had collapsed.

"No -"

Arthur stepped back, still full of terrible fear.

The most terrible terror seized his reason like cancer.

At this time, he heard the footsteps of ceramic steel boots behind him, turned and saw the political commissar and Star Warrior.

But the God of salvation came too late. Now he can't rest assured and erase his fear.

His awe in front of them had been drowned by the most terrible terror. He stared at Eric's iron face and said the most terrible words.

"His eyes."

George whispered.

"It was his eyes that screamed -"

With that, he drew the dagger from his boots at a very fast speed and cut the trachea and blood vessels of his throat in the sound of Eric's exclamation.

This caught Eric off guard.

However, Arthur did not fall, he did not even bleed, but turned to soshyan.

The windows on both sides of the dormitory creaked, and then suddenly the temperature dropped inexplicably.

The water freezes on the glass to form a twisted crystal picture. At the moment when the head suddenly twists around, the whole posture of the mortal in front of him has changed.

He was now completely upright, his shoulders straight, as if he were standing in front of a timid subordinate, his lips almost nervous and paralyzed, and like a condescending sneer.

More importantly, his eyes became a black spiral material structure.

"Who are you?"

"I am a soul singer."

He said, echoing in the crack abyss of sub space.

"And you are the harvest."

"Play tricks."

Soshyang pulled out the Shengyan sword. Its speed was so fast that the moment the sword tip left the scabbard, he pressed the activation Rune of the force field.

In the moment of drawing the sword, it turned into an attack. A cross cut cut cut the shoulders of what was once Arthur's.

The soldier's body waved when Shengyan's sword cut through him, and the arrogant smile stretched to an inhuman proportion.

The smile split the face and swallowed it, and the trembling figure was sucked into a crack in the real space with the head, just like the sticky tentacles of some spiny animal.

Then the crack closed suddenly, leaving a trace of breath, as if it came from every world it killed.

Soshyan frowned, tightened his eyes, and felt the trace of the energy generated by the other party's transmission like a hunter.

Suddenly, he turned to face the entrance and found Arthur behind a group of dull eyed soldiers, as if stepping out of an invisible curtain.

The tendrils of evil energy twisted on his charred uniform.

His skin was scorched black, as if he had just jumped over a flame, and his dark eye sockets and protruding face were eye-catching.

However, he still kept his proud smile.

"This is a traitor."

Arthur didn't shout, but soshyan could sense that every word of his sent out bursts of spiritual power, infiltrating the soldiers around, like the heat of the sun on the black rocks.

"Step back."

Soshyan activated the gray pulp, and the laser gun aimed at him suddenly wavered.

"You are the soldiers of the emperor!"

Arthur screamed, and his energy shock made the Shakers tremble and return to their place. Even soshyan's gray pulp could not be restrained.

This was the first time he encountered a subspace enemy that the gray pulp could not solve.

He was shocked by its strength.

"Kill him!"

All the soldiers opened fire at the same time, and the sound was like a pair of acetylene torches in an anoxic room.

The sun like thunderbolt was fired from the overheated barrel and focused on soshyan.

In such a dense fire, it was impossible to avoid. Soshyan took a step sideways to block himself in front of Eric..

For a second, the whole platoon was pouring fire at him.

The fierce laser beam streamed across the terminator armor, carving tiny burning marks on it.

Eric, who was behind soshyan, immediately recovered from the shock. The first thing he did was to take off the grenade on his waist and throw it to the door without hesitation - he used to prepare a grenade on his body after the war.

Only he knows the role best.

Boom!

Although blocked in midair by psionics, the grenade exploded in time.

While the smoke of gunpowder was still diffuse, soshiyang had rushed up, and Shengyan Sword Pierced a man.

Blood seeped from the soldier's pores as he pulled the Seiko blade out of the charred body.

Then a bayonet stabbed him in the hip.

Shengyan sword whirled to resist the attack, smashed the bones of the attacker's arms, and cut the laser gun in half.