Chapter 459

Realizing that he was facing a believer of the evil god Nazhu, soshyan stepped back, and copras pulled back his weapon - its shape had condensed into a long sword with serrated broken edges, and blood kept dripping from its teeth and blades like crying.

"Your death has been arranged."

The sawtooth sword was thrown forward, and soshyang followed the other party after dodging.

At this time, the door of the hall opened with a bang, and dozens of plague soldiers walked slowly into it with smelly trails - they all have characteristics similar to those of their loyal people, curved and swollen supernatural bodies, and the once excellent armor is covered with dirt and corrosion.

As soon as the plague warriors appeared, they began to shoot with their guns. At the same time, more sub space creations poured out of the altar to fight with the star warriors and nuns.

The scene was chaotic for a moment.

Soshyan twisted to avoid the strange weapon, and then caught the moment when his opponent's defense opened.

So he rushed up, and all his will and the reactions reached after years of training were integrated into this rush.

But the other party flashed aside at a speed completely inconsistent with his body shape. His body shape and movements seemed to have not moved at all except for the missing moment.

A black shadow remained in the original place of copras and dissipated in the air like an indentation.

Soshyan failed to hit, and the other party immediately counterattacked.

The sword changed again - now it was a black hammer, its heavy head was covered with spikes, like a frozen explosion in the night, dragging flames down behind it.

Soshyan's sword caught up with the blow, but it was too late.

The impact shook him back a few steps. He felt that the bones of the arm holding the sword seemed to break under the shock wave of the counter shock.

"Good job."

Soshyan let out a low roar, and the creatures squeaked and screamed and slipped away from him.

An invisible cold wind gradually enveloped the hall.

Copras was only five steps away from him, with his hands high on his head, and the dark pit in his eyes remained unmoved.

He turned his neck and shoulders slowly and casually.

"Are there untouchable people here?"

Copras asked softly. As he stretched his limbs, a chill suddenly flowed through his body, making him feel very painful.

He hasn't felt warm or cold for many years, let alone pain.

"Where are they hiding?"

Years of experience told him that this phenomenon can only be caused by those without souls.

And the effect is so obvious that there should be more than one.

But soshyan didn't answer. He just waved his sword and smashed the hammer that the other party had dropped.

"There is no secret in sub space. I can see your heart and your destiny. My loving father has handed over your ending to me! You will never leave here alive! You will never live to see the collapse of this hypocritical empire!"

Soshyan felt the cold wind blowing through his limbs, walked forward silently, and raised his long sword.

Copras moved so fast that it didn't seem true - shadows and oily smoke dragged behind him again.

Soshyan tried to catch him, but the black hammer suddenly hit him in the chest.

But he just shook and his legs didn't move - the terminator armor resisted the blow.

The world around him began to crumble and become smaller and smaller, becoming a boundless pit that pulled him into it.

But he couldn't see it at all, and the only sound was the muffled thunder he heard in both ears.

He could not feel the sword in his hand, the broken piece of his armor.

"Use me, use me, use me... Release me."

A whisper lingered in his mind, a magic code hidden on his waist.

But soshyan rejected it.

"No."

The next moment, the world began to roar at him through sound and color. It was a deafening sound and a bright light that could blind people.

He can see it.

A figure stood five meters in front of him. The black ink on the armor twisted and scattered into the air. The hammer in his hand flickered and changed into other shapes, and then changed back.

Many creatures with swollen limbs, festering skin and beast faces tossed and swung behind him, and the chaotic battle and exchange of fire lit the vault from time to time.

Copras's mouth suddenly cracked, and smoke and small flies came out of his yellow teeth with his breath.

"Die."

He waved the black hammer over his head.

At that moment, soshyan thrust forward.

The heavy terminator, like his skin, had no feeling at all. His speed even broke through the sound barrier and hit each other directly in the loud noise.

The tip of the long sword was just stabbing into the lower part of the edge of the copras breastplate. The blade trembled, cut through the armor, flesh and bones, and stabbed into the power backpack behind the other party.

Suddenly, a flame burst out from Shengyan sword, and flammable chemicals mixed with explosive energy overflowed from the cut-off power pipeline.

The flame soon engulfed copras's body, crushing any pain and amazing wailing.

But he himself could not feel the heat at all, only the boundless cold dragged his fallen soul into endless darkness and despair——

Then his chest burst.

Copras fell back, and the flames and sparks evaporated and burned the blood before it fell to the ground.

Soshyan stepped on each other's chest, took out his long sword, held it in his backhand and inserted it downward.

The tip of the sword rushed into the smelly mouth, through the head and into the polished stone surface behind it.

Soshyan stood for a second, swaying, trying to suppress the cold emptiness.

As the battle unfolded around him, the creatures became sluggish, their limbs and tendons trembled, as if some key connection had been cut off.

Then an invisible cold wind blew across the hall, and the green flame suddenly burst from the falling creatures.

The star Knights pursued the victory and chopped down the creatures, even though they were being torn to pieces by the wind of death, and the plague warriors were defeated after the leader died.

Adriana Willetts had been chasing a nagarin riding a fat maggot before, but she was finally fled back to sub space by the other party.

Now she was walking among the fallen, escorted on both sides by her sisters.

The nun's power armor roared, and some damage to her backpack did not affect her movement.

Before reaching soshyan, she also stopped to shoot a bomb into a vibrating body composed of broken muscles and half pulled human form.

Soshyan kept his head down, and the black weapon still stopped in the plague soldier's hands, changing its shape and emitting black smoke, like newly forged iron.

"What is this?"

"It's called Shadow symbiosis. It's said that it was made by the talkers. It's also called dead skin. It's very dangerous, but... It's very valuable in that place. A small piece is already valuable. It's such a big piece. Huron is really rich."

Talos was a step ahead of the nuns. He picked up the fallen bone box, picked up the twisted material with his sword, put it back into the box, and then closed it again and tied it with chains.

"Deal with it later."

But soshyan was not listening.

In his chest, his heart beats in the cold Melody - the melody of sword collision and attack.

Slowly gathering the strength of the gray marrow, soshyan drew his sword from the rapidly decaying skull of the plague soldier.

The body of the chaotic Star Warrior immediately slid to one side, and the broken power armor began to decompose. The flesh and blood attached to it was charred and crushed into fly ash, and then it was raised by an unnatural wind.

A shrill wail could be heard in the wind——