Chapter 683

Snort, Snort——

Hundreds of these twisted things were sitting on the long bone table, eating the white meat and drinking the scarlet liquid in the lead glass.

Their backs were arched, their pale and dry hair was like weeds, almost naked, and only a few were dressed in armor.

At the end of the table, their weapons were neatly stacked into cones. They were huge and cruel machetes with hooks, covered with blood.

With the distance from them, a smell came to the nostrils. The smell was much like the smell from some kind of beast's nest, but it was stronger, accompanied by a trace of disease that was difficult to capture. It seemed that these monsters had been closed here for too long and became ill.

Soshiyang slowly drew out the Shengyan sword, but he didn't know whether he had disturbed these things.

At the top of the hall was a high platform, on which a separate table was placed.

Usually in such a standard hall, the space behind this table often only belongs to the owner, but there are no humans in this hall.

The master of this place is a shadow, bigger than all monsters, so big that it is difficult even to sit on its throne.

It stands out behind the table, and its body expands in the dim light, as if it were on the edge of a rage to overturn the table.

Although he didn't know whether he had been noticed by the other party, soshyan saw a long wooden plate on the table in front of the huge shadow.

The animal for its owner's enjoyment, long and straight, piled on a wooden plate, has been almost completely eaten up, and even the slender fingerbones have been stripped away - it is obvious that it is a human.

In front of the table lay a sleeping beast. Its body shape was relatively normal. Soshyan could see that it was somewhat similar to the claw devil, but like other things in the room, its outline was also blurred, as if it was composed of not flesh and blood, but shadow.

The only crafts in the room are two huge hook blades. This weapon form machete has cruel barbs. A pair of iron supports horizontally hang it on the wall behind the master.

At this time, do you walk away quietly, or?

After thinking about it for a while, soshyan spread his legs and strode towards the fire.

Obviously, he will be brought here because of some external forces. Perhaps the other party knows his existence from the beginning. Then it is really time to choose. Human beings should never be timid in the face of ghosts and filth. This truth has been fulfilled countless times in soshyang.

He stood by the fire pit, and the monsters turned a blind eye to him. They continued to eat, tearing their food, crunching meat in their hands, and their ribs were bitten by shining fangs.

Two of them put their claws at the same bite of food, so they howled at each other, and the fight was imminent.

"Who brought me to this filthy place!"

Soshyan shouted in a deep voice.

But no one noticed him, as if there was no such person in the room.

He looked at the hunchback monsters, raised his head and roared.

"Get out!"

In this strange hall, the power of his cry was magnified many times, the wood trembled, dust fell from the roof, and the fire was extinguished.

They finally noticed him, and the room was silent. A hundred pairs of yellow eyes stared at him from the dark.

The great shadow stood up and easily squeezed into his throne.

"Who is standing below? Who came to my hall and shouted a challenge?"

It was in gaogoth, but with a strange tone, its voice rumbled.

Suddenly, a piece of coal in the fire burst, so an ember fell on it, splashed many sparks, and the heat escaped from the air.

"I am the holy blade of the Lord of mankind, the commander of the star knights, soshyan Alexei."

"A mortal."

"I am the will of the emperor."

"What emperor is just a tyrant playing with witchcraft."

The shadow said, raising his finger to soshyan.

"And you are not a sharp blade. The strange forces flowing in your veins will only make you a fool."

It laughed loudly, the monsters laughed, and the harsh roar was full of threat.

"Say your name, monster!"

Soshyang pressed his anger. His mind was thinking rapidly. Why did the other party know him so well?

"Name, do you know what a name stands for?"

The thing still kept a mocking tone.

"Only a fool can easily say his name."

When it spelled out human words, its low roar made its speech more rough, and its voice became moist and hoarse.

"Here, I am a sharp blade, just like you... The running dog of a hypocritical tyrant, there is no place for you in my hall. This is my territory. Take your dogs and get out together."

His subordinates also howled.

"I won't go anywhere until I eradicate the enemy of the emperor."

Soshyan's confident voice overcame the howl.

"If you want to fight, fight."

"Good!"

In the wild laughter, a slender figure broke away from the integrated shadow of the throne and stretched out its arm.

It is about two meters high, wearing a sharp black armor. Its form is very similar to the spirit tribe warriors soshyang has seen, but it has a lot of spikes and runes, and its helmet has horns similar to demons, with a string of red silk behind its head.

"Spirit clan?"

Soshyang thought about countless possibilities, but he didn't expect that this was a spirit family, and a dark spirit family.

But when you look carefully, it is not an entity. It seems to be completely composed of smoke. There is no evidence that it is an entity except burning eyes, sharp barbs and hanging red silk.

Then it reached out its index finger and rowed down from the air.

"Well -"

The sudden pain made soshyang take a deep breath. He looked down and found that a wound that seemed to be scratched by a sharp claw appeared on his right chest - even the terminator armor was torn.

"This!"

Soshyan didn't feel the power of witchcraft. The attack was so inexplicable.

Suddenly, with a bang, the torch at the far end of the hall went out, and then other torches went out in turn along the corridor. The darkness approached soshyang from the other end of the hall.

Soshiyang held the Shengyan sword tightly and was on alert around. The goggles of his helmet also lit up, and the high-resolution visual enhancement system searched for any subtle movements.

In soshyan's eyes, the area was shrouded in green twilight, but the monsters disappeared.

"This is..."

When in doubt, soshyan felt something, raised his hand and waved his sword, and the blade was clearly visible under infrared vision.

But there's a shadow, just a shadow

No, not even the shadow. It's just a ghost. He just feels that the blade touches something, a broken illusion.

The next moment, followed by impact, blood and roar.

"Er!!!!!"

Soshyan, who was hit hard, groaned, staggered back a few steps and hit the wall.