Chapter 305

There was a loud bang.

The figure of storm crow gunboat fell to the ground like a meteor, stirring up a piece of dust.

Until then, Ustad could see that the people who came were wearing the power armor of their regiment and had a rebellious and mocking face.

Sevita.

He remembered the man's name, but soshyan never told them about his true origin.

There was a lot of speculation in the regiment. Without exception, everyone believed that he must be a veteran who had lived for a long time - from his acquaintance with sol.

But what Ustad didn't expect was that the support came from one person.

With the emergence of sevita, there was a strange change in the battlefield.

The demons began to howl. They withdrew from the parapet and gathered in the direction of time.

"Your master failed."

Sevita went to the burning ruins of chimera, pulled up the halberd, took off the helmet and fastened it to her head.

"It's your turn."

The demons roared more bitterly, and then exploded one by one in the surprised eyes of everyone.

But that doesn't mean they're wiped out.

On the contrary, a strong wind rose from the ground and involved the substances spilled by the demons, quickly forming a terrible storm.

The storm was unusually crazy.

All the evil believers seemed to be summoned, turned and ran to the expanding storm, and cried out the name of the dark prince.

At the edge of the storm, more than 800 meters away, sevita stared at the explosion of the subspace energy vortex and recognized the source of valledo's turmoil.

It seemed happy to accept his understanding, as if the destruction it caused was for his benefit and, most importantly, mocked him.

The storm appeared in sevita's preview.

Now it is here, in a specific place in the material world, waiting for him.

It is not huge, with a maximum width of no more than one kilometer, but its influence range is very huge.

It is a destroyer of hope, a horn of threat, a crazy promise.

The storm has not yet completely broken through the real world, but the disaster will soon come.

It has a name.

Chanter.

"No..."

Ustad muttered, looking at the storm.

"The energy of this thing..."

The vortex raged outside the fortress of the Ministry of justice, covering the whole west.

And it is not static.

The storm churned in one direction and in the other.

The arms of energy collided and sent a huge coronal arc into the sky.

This chaos attracts eyeballs and strikes the mind. It is formed by war nightmares and crazy thoughts.

Although it is not tangible, it can separate the gas stone.

Although there is no color, it is so dazzling and dark.

This is the essence of subspace, contradiction and paradox.

Sevita glanced at the storm, looked away, glanced over again, trying to measure its strength.

"Yago, if it is allowed to develop, it will devour the whole world."

Anita's statement echoed in his mind.

"I'll fix it."

Sevita responded in her heart and took a step.

On the edge of the storm, there were destroyed bodies and weapons.

And reality has begun to distort.

The laser rifle and arms are fused together, and the head is elongated like a pale poisonous snake. The three chimeras are integrated and grow messy legs and feet - the front of the leading vehicle is turned into an open mouth, and the monster is trying to devour its hips.

As the storm expands, more monsters are born.

Although they were all furious, and although the screams and roars of the evil believers could be heard, the vortex itself was silent.

Some voices are still basically human, and have been swallowed up by the fury of madness and hatred, while others have been changed, and their timbre is completely abnormal, like those shouting creatures with teeth in their throats and mouths on their tongues.

Together they created a spiritual chorus.

Here, the purpose of the battle has been lost, and all that remains is the desire for destruction.

Eric hobbled to the edge of the parapet, his eyes fixed on the vortex.

"This... How can we overcome it?"

"Look away, Commissar."

A kind star Knight gave him a kind reminder, and his presence here was also a task entrusted by soshyan before he left.

Try your best to keep Eric safe.

"This place is irreparable. You can't get deep into it."

"I see."

Eric showed a bitter face. He noticed that the eyes of many soldiers had been deeply sucked into the vortex, including their souls.

Few people here should be able to leave alive - in fact, he had a hunch.

"Soldiers, give sevita fire cover."

Suddenly, Sol's voice came into the star Knight's communication channel.

He was flying a storm crow over the fortress.

Under his command, the star Knight quickly reached an agreement with the left behind soul drinkers, and the two sides reconstituted a front with a bomb gun pointing at the storm.

Then they unleashed a blast of explosive fire into the storm.

If they were shooting at a material storm, the battle would end in just a few minutes.

Sevita did hear a new scream when the bullet was shot into the convulsive and burning shadow, but it was only an opening attack. The space in the storm was erratic and unreliable, and the bullet itself was easy to be changed.

The real attack still has to fall on himself.

The crow Prince moved forward slowly and accumulated strength.

First of all, he has to understand his enemies. For this, his defense must be strong.

Less than 90 meters from the edge of the storm, he felt he was ready.

The material world gradually goes away on the edge of sevita's perception. He extends to the storm, and the storm extends to him, eager to share his secrets and join his carnival.

He raised the wall of his will and prepared himself against the chaotic shock wave.

Sevita watched, ready to fight, figure out the enemy, ready to fight back.

There is power and promise in sub space, and he is using that power, but in this storm, he knows there is no promise.

There is nothing else here. There is only destruction here, so it will be destroyed.

The Star Warrior's fire net opened the way for him. The bomb brought the violent reality into the nightmare, caused enough damage in the storm and opened the gap.

Sevita's consciousness sensed the crack, and he followed it, clutching the weaknesses in the storm and seeking to further pry them open.

The storm came to him with secrets and whispers, but he closed his mind to those whispers and chose only the secrets he needed to fight back.

It also bypassed him and attacked the mortals.

At the edge of his attention, sevita realized that the pain of those fragile mortals was like burning blisters. They were struggling, but despair was a crack in their armor.

He must defeat the storm before those stupid astral armies become a second threat.

As he went deeper, he began to see the outline of the vortex.

While the whirlwind of rage hit him, he was also looking for his foundation, and every time he found a tortured human heart.

He understood how the storm formed.