Chapter 348

When sevita fought with the defectors, soshyang and other soul drinkers came quickly, with accuracy comparable to using an industrial electric drill to complete a heart operation.

Outside, the soul Messenger, the flagship of the soul drinker, and other ships are also launching a fierce attack on the waste ship. An explosion shook the ship.

However, at present, it seems that their efforts are not enough to destroy this huge ship.

Most of the ship had long been abandoned. The hall used by many mortals was rotten, even without air, and dusty items were scattered everywhere on the floor.

"A lot of bad things have happened here."

The closer to the direction of the coordinate signal, soshyan became more and more uneasy.

Along the way, they only encountered some battles intermittently, but strangely, the more they moved forward, the less intense the battle became.

They slaughtered demons as soon as they met them.

Ambushes often attack them from the dark maze of the ship, but they are only afraid of demons and fire demons.

They came and came, killed and killed, and finally disappeared into the depths of the ship.

And the reality also betrayed physics. The deeper they went into the ship, the more strange its structure became. Soshyan felt that without the signal of sevita, they would probably only be lost in this unpredictable maze.

With their footsteps, there was a whisper that became more intense.

These words were strange, but no doubt full of malice, and became more and more clear. As a result, the team stopped several times to guard against the enemy's attack.

This makes the soul drinker's soldiers not used to it.

In the past, they might check whether the communication failed, but now they all know that it is the sound of evil magic.

The corridor under their feet no longer made a noise, but became damp. As soon as someone touched it, they began to tremble, as if physical contact would hurt it.

The big mouth spitting odor replaced the vent, the wet hole replaced the hatch, and some malignant vegetations could be seen on the wall, which seemed to want to grow together, as if cancer cells were spreading wantonly in the host's organs.

All parts of the ship are suffering from diseases, like a nightmare. Once they are left behind, the memory of them will disappear together. They do not seem to belong to this reality, which can not be easily understood by ordinary minds alone.

"This place is disgusting."

Said the veteran of the soul drinker.

"Why did they come to such a place?"

"The traitors have sold themselves to ancient forces. They have crossed the line."

Soshyan replied.

"They're crazy, brother."

Mark growled like a warning in the forest.

"It's better if they're really crazy. I'm afraid they're not crazy."

At this time, another group of demons appeared, and several tall silhouettes emerged behind them, spitting out magical flames.

"Kill them, and we will move forward for the sake of the emperor and the Empire!"

Soshyan held up the holy flame sword and led the soul drinker to accelerate the charge.

The demons only had time to throw a few fireballs, and the purple and pink collided completely.

Soshyan stood at the forefront to fight.

The holy flame sword buzzed through the air, opened and closed, and the blood blade danced disorderly. Wherever the sword tip went, the magic and flesh burst together, and the hit target was instantly killed.

He always immediately ran to the enemy's gun and picked it up, as if the weapon that once disgusted him had become his treasure.

The soul drinkers followed, slaughtering everything in front of them. In a very short time, they gradually adapted to fighting with soshyan and showed an extraordinary degree of coordination.

Hatred flowed down with blood, and the devil's howl was full of anger.

They concentrate and release a torrent of death.

The soul drinker veteran who rushed to the front immediately raised the shield wall like an ancient siege soldier.

However, the protection of armor against human body was also limited, so an elite soldier fell. A magic flame bomb smashed his helmet, and then the huge armored body fell to the ground.

Others struggled across the sea of fire and launched a fierce attack. Their roars were amplified by armor and almost deafening.

Soshyan also put down the last demon in front of him. He guided the soldiers through the wall of fire with his long sword.

"Rush into the enemy line!"

He growled:

"We will dye the roads here with their blood!"

Then he waved his crackling Power Sword and jumped up.

The soldiers gathered together, and one end of the channel rushed down like an irresistible torrent of steel, breaking through the "protective wall" of demon flesh and blood.

The timid demons immediately collapsed and fled in all directions.

Soshyan was still rational enough to let a small group of soul drinkers occupy a favorable position while sprinting forward, so as to ensure the subsequent retreat route.

Time is racing against time, and the abandoned ship may be destroyed at any time.

They are united, advancing and retreating together. After the passage, the transverse road gradually widens to a series of cabins.

It was covered with tracks for trains, piercing the thick walls.

Most of the space here is generally used to store materials, but now there are only corrupt debris and ashes.

After crossing the devil's line, they finally came to a huge warehouse.

A marble staircase flew down from the gate, and many small skylights were inlaid on the roof, looking into the void.

More importantly, the hall is full of traces of corruption.

The statue seems to move when no one is watching, the fire basin is burning strange blue-green flames, and the decorations are either swallowed into the living carpet or submerged in the mucus seeping from the wall.

These transformations are obviously not made by humans. They are more like changes of their own.

In some places, the transformation was only half done, and sharp edges and spikes were born on the everywhere solemn imperial decorations, which were more suitable to appear in the torture room of the executioner.

Some of the ornaments did play the role of torture tools. Many bones were hung on rusty iron hooks and maintained their painful posture.

The warehouse echoed with loud voices of depravity, and their whispers were clearly audible.

Soshyann tried his best to distract from it.

Suddenly, the deafening declaration of war horn sounded, and the wall burst open.

A soul drinker appeared out of thin air and threw a nail hammer from his head.

Soshyan leaned over and avoided. The weapon left a dent on the wall, the size of an old man's trunk.

Then he emptied the bullets in the gun against the rebel's chest. The soldier's Breastplate suddenly split, the electric wire in it was broken, the escape energy hissed, and the whole man staggered back a few steps.

Soshyan took advantage of the situation to press, and the tip of the sword pierced his opponent's jaw and pierced out from the back.

The back of the rebel helmet burst, and a stream of smoking blood gushed out.