Chapter 488

They are a hierarchical army from hell, and they have only one master——

It is not only called the God of war, but also called the God of slaughter, but also called the God of blood by believers.

In the galaxy, countless believers howl its name when they kill.

Fear of abuse!

It is the most cruel and destructive evil god among the four evil gods of chaos.

It represents uncontrollable aggression, mental madness and a sea of blood drowning the battlefield.

It has an uncontrollable desire for blood. Anyone who kills in its name will be favored by it. Even its cruelty and anger will not change due to the difference between enemies and friends.

It is always full of joy to watch every scene of massacres and atrocities. It is said that when it hears the horn of war blowing on the chaotic wasteland, its heart will burst out with more crazy anger.

At the peak of destruction and killing, the roar of fear will even reverberate in the whole wilderness. All creatures who hear these roars will fall into eternal madness.

It is the evil god who is most keen on and incites war among all chaotic gods. It constantly urges its followers and instigates them to launch sieges again and again on every planet, city, township and village in the galaxy.

All races that worship terror and abuse are traditionally depicted as a huge human God with blood red skin, perched on a huge bronze throne, and below the throne is a base made of blood stained corpses and piles of skulls. These bones are either its booty or from the killing of believers in its name.

It is said that fear masochism wears a brass cast armor, on which rolling runes and various screaming faces deformed due to pain and suffering are carved. A huge winged brass helmet is worn on the head to cover the inhuman, roaring and distorted face.

For this reason, fear of abuse is also known as the Lord of brass.

Whether Epee, Tomahawk or any other weapon with a huge blade, any weapon that can cause blood is its favorite.

This evil god believes in activism, and its followers also firmly believe that even if a soldier does not devote himself to one war, he should always be ready for another war.

Although fear abuse itself despises witchcraft, it often shows miracles to believers to teach them how to build powerful war weapons, especially the Lord of demon engine skull. (kalga, don't come here --)

The believers of fear and abuse include pirates, marauders, crazy people and chaotic star soldiers. Some of them just follow them because of their promise to make the world flow with blood, and plunder and kill wantonly in the galaxy day and night.

Sometimes, when a soldier falls into madness due to fierce war, a low cry of fear and abuse will ring in his ears. Finally, he will fall into complete madness and cover his body with the blood of the ghost under the knife as an oath of eternal loyalty to the blood god.

But the real power of fear and abuse does not lie in these ordinary people, nor even in those renegade star soldiers.

Just like the power of every evil god, fear and abuse also have their own fields, in which the most bloodthirsty and warlike creatures in sub space live.

The power of chaos has always been known for disorder and chaos, but once the horn of war blows, those disorderly and murderous creatures will quickly become a neat and orderly army under the strong and powerful iron hand of fear and abuse.

This also confirms the authority of fear and abuse - the God of war.

Those subspace creations that have been summoned are also known as the demon army.

What appeared in front of soshyan and others was such a terrorist army that should not appear in the physical universe.

Under his surprised gaze, the demon fear army stepped into reality one by one from the Kingdom behind the mirror. The soldiers of the blood God constantly appeared and grew into a complete army - most of them are bloodletting ghosts and Demons such as terriers, steel cattle and blood grinding cavalry.

Soon, soshyan could not measure their number. It was an army of the dead, invading reality beyond the barrier of space, shouting blasphemy against the light of the star torch.

Following the army of low-level demons, those demonic engines and monsters unimaginable to mortals appear.

They are the embodiment of mankind's oldest fear, the embodiment of war rage and bloody desire, and the monster of destruction in mythology.

When the giant feet of their tracks ran over, the whole star castle trembled.

The fire of hell is wrapped around their bodies and covered by thunder and black cages. These creatures combined with machines and demons can even roar like the ancient war horn.

The only good thing is that the demon engines here are relatively low-level defilers and blood butchers, and there is no high-level war machine such as skull master or soul grinder.

With their roar, demons swarmed up, like a scarlet red tide.

The army of the dead screamed and waved their long swords, like a group of wild animals freed from their long bondage and rushed to the blood and death they always craved.

Blood donor God, cranial seat, is by no means an empty slogan.

Before the brain realized it, soshyan's body had taken steps.

He ran down the steps to drive his body to the limit. The long sword was firmly held in his hand and turned into a silver and red flame, running to his battlefield.

We are outnumbered, but he has no way back, only to fight to the end.

All the star knights on the front of the defense closely followed him, like silver cavalry. The weapons in their hands spit out the sacred tongue of fire and hold high the blade in their hands, which is bound to cut off the flesh and blood of these sub space creations.

But while soshyan was running, an idea kept echoing in his mind, spurring him and driving him to hell.

Soul, destroy these dirty souls.

He didn't realize that he had never moved so fast, and his faith had never been so firm.

His muscles seemed to be strengthened at the genetic level, and the divine body had never responded so perfectly to the commands of his brain.

He wanted to roar, but his face had solidified into cold metal and could not make a sound. He could only freeze his expression at the moment of roaring.

The demons also roared wildly at soshyang. Many of them were taller than the astat wearing the terminator. These individuals developed better than ordinary demons. Their heads pulled longer disgustingly, and their claws and limbs were longer. The continuous internal fighting and victory among the clan made them stronger.

Small demons surrounded these big men to form small-scale war gangs. The overwhelming smell of blood filled the air, which made soshyan feel a little excited in the cold.

He was the first person to collide with the demon Legion.

At the moment of meeting the first bloodletting ghost, he stabbed the sword tip into the other person's mouth, then quickly pulled out and turned the sword tip to cut the throat of another demon.

They have not left even a trace of scars on soshyan, but the number is increasing. Demons are constantly born from the flame and enter the reality from the void.

"Although it's only a small group of demon troops, there are still too many! We must retreat!"