Chapter 498

The world is burning, but he can't see.

Smoke was covering the sky, but he could smell it and hear it.

The burning bodies of soldiers in the armor, the fragmentation of stones on the wall baked by hellish fire, and the harsh screams.

The war began.

With the death of the huge alien body, the thick ash expanded and swept through the killing battlefield outside a magnificent fortress. Their raids failed to break through the front line to approach the siege gun, but the artillery also disappeared in his vision - maintaining endless shelling.

What violent music.

His heart beat and danced with its thunderous melody.

Then they started pushing, pushing hard.

The sun is burning here. He is sweltering in his heavy armor. The heat released by his skin has begun to blur the air.

A soldier in light gray armor stood aside and shouted the slogan of charge. The surrounding soldiers echoed and summoned more and more powerful anger, making the heat stronger.

A flag was flying in the air.

What's that?

He can't see it.

Then he began to run, leaving everything behind, and his joints became hot under continuous use.

A bullet hit him in the shoulder armor, but it didn't work.

He roared and looked at the flag again. It was the only thing he could see through the smoke

But why can't he see anything?

Somewhere nearby, an existence was fighting. Even if that existence was far away and invisible, it still excited him.

For a few seconds, the smoke became thin, and he caught a glimpse of the bright yellow shining in the gray.

"Over there."

A voice appeared behind him, and the armored hand stretched out from behind his shoulder to guide him.

"Dorn and his children did a good job. Our brothers have a group of good fighters."

"Indeed."

"Should we be more perfect than him?"

Said the man behind him. He turned his head and saw only a grin and a scattered blue and purple, and then the smoke swallowed them again.

"Yes, brother!"

brother?

The word gave him a palpitation.

He began to laugh. His voice was loud and rough. He didn't care about the bullets shot at him from the smoke, and then pointed to the gray.

"Let's stick a sword straight into the throat of those savage creatures, huh, brother?"

The other party didn't respond.

Then he began to run on his own, and the whole team issued a new charge command with his running.

The soldiers followed him.

Through the smoke, he saw a metal tower collapse with a slow and unstoppable grace. Like a sword, it cuts into the thick smoke and collapses and disintegrates as it falls.

When it finally hit the ground, the impact shook the whole battlefield, like an earthquake, blowing away thick smoke and exposing the real enemy.

With ugly square faces, prominent tusks, disgusting green skin, wearing pointed helmets and sweating under heavy armor, they looked determined but scared, stood in a row of lines and roared loudly.

Sporadic fire came from the broken wall, mostly live ammunition and strange energy weapons.

He held up a weapon like a spear and a halberd and led the team forward.

"Let the harvest begin!"

Suddenly, he roared, infected by the battle fever.

Then he jumped over the gap in the wall, jumped over the rubble and the wounded under it, and rushed to those who could still fight.

Roaring, I cut off a big head and suddenly glanced at my side.

Why? Why can't he see the man's face clearly?

"These green skins are always endless, aren't they? Even Horus is at a loss in their hands."

Horus? Why Horus——

Who is he?

But soon he put these problems behind him. He kept waving his weapons, soon dyed the spearhead red and slaughtered a large number of defenders.

Their queues first became bent and then collapsed.

Just then he heard the trumpet blowing and victory approaching, but the bleeding was far from over.

He killed two enemies at the same time with a sudden stab, put them on the spear together, and then a large man over four meters tall rushed over. His head was covered with scars and waved a metal hook, which looked like a handy weapon.

He dodged the first shot, then threw a spear through the behemoth's head with a backhand.

When the enemy fell, he stepped on the body like a hill and pulled out his spear.

But then he began to hear the victory cheer when the flag was raised to the sky. All the soldiers were cheering at him. He could feel the respect of these soldiers.

They loved him so much and were proud of him.

Suddenly, the blue and purple came to him and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Brother -"

All the pictures began to fly. He wanted to see the man's face.

In a ticking sound, the visual film display responded to his expectations.

Soshyan blinked and found himself in armor and helmet in his room.

Did he just have a dream?

"Brothers."

Soshyan was empty. He wanted to greet others, and they responded, but it was very strange.

Some strange laughter swept through the sound waves like a machine gun, followed by loud curses and screams.

Suddenly, the channel became dead again.

He tried several other channels, but they were all silent. Then the whole ship obviously began to speed up.

Soshyan tasted the tingling of uneasiness. The sudden emptiness of the ship was a worrying mystery, which made him climb a bitter smile on his pale lips.

He felt as if he were still in a dream.

The dream in the dream sounds both incredible and chilling.

"I'm waiting for you."

A voice sounded in his ear. Soshyan pulled out his sword, left his room and followed his will to the bridge.

The distance from his room to the bridge was no more than ten minutes, but the main road of the central ridge of the unbound soul was also empty when he passed.

When he entered the bridge, he hardly recognized that this was a ground launch method he often stayed in.

Although it is still the same as before, it is a huge Gothic oval building, with stone statues, ghost statues or other strange carvings on the ceiling and walls.

But the style has changed. A crippled Angel roars silently on the central throne, his eyes are entangled by barbed wires, and a bat wing demon will cross its long wings to the second floor fort.

The air was filled with blasphemy, torture and demon worship.

The middle throne rises high, its huge volume is aligned with the tactical display screen, and above, a broken body is nailed and bound by chains.