Chapter 687

"Kayla MANSA Kane!"

Soshiyang was surprised and suspicious, and a dying song suddenly sounded in the wind, which made people very uneasy.

He didn't understand, but he seemed to understand that it was the name of the dying god.

While struggling to stand up, the broken God climbed closer and turned his hands in the sand to find the focus, but it really couldn't stand up.

Soshyan watched it crawl and noticed the marks of axe and knife on its broken plate armor, and the long hair like mane at the back of its head was like smoke rising on both sides of its roaring death mask - just like the Phoenix Lord howling Banshee.

The wind swept, and the hair spread out in all directions. It was like a slave shackled by the storm.

Soshyan stepped back slowly and carefully, and his boots ran over the gravel. Although he was filled with curiosity, no matter what the lame thing in front of him was, its anger gushed like a halo of psionics, which was extremely powerful.

He took another step back and then continued to examine it carefully.

No matter how majestic the statue was, it has now been destroyed by supernatural corruption. The once magnificent God body is now only a struggling body.

When he narrowed his eyes and scanned the shadow around it, soshyan could almost see its glory in the past - a body dressed in myth plate armor, with white flames in its eyes, a beating heart, and a huge amount of lava toppling over the incombustible black stone skeleton.

It is the magnificent embodiment of revenge and slaughter in the world. Soshyan saw many fuzzy pictures in the flying dust around the body, and now the blowing wind gathered a false halo around it - another once magnificent weak echo.

If you stand up successfully, it will be higher than a knight Titan.

Even if lying down, it is still a huge thing, leaving large curling traces in the sand.

Watching the devastated incarnation of God, he almost began to pity it.

Its dark skin has faded into a gray charcoal shape, a thread of cracks constantly leak black smoke in the strong wind, the blood of lava has slowed down like amber sludge, and the old scabs of scars coagulate when the blood is getting cold. The body loses blood and is destroyed by years at the same time.

Once glaring at mortal eyes, now there are only empty eye sockets and godless faces.

"I am a soldier of the emperor's glory."

He whispered to the creeping God.

"Sohyan Alexei."

The God had black teeth and gray gums. He tried to shout, but only dust flowed out of his mouth into the sand under his chin, and the psionic resonance brought by the silent cry hit the defense line of soshyan's mind in vain.

It tried to climb close, but two fingers broke when they touched the ground, and viscous magma flowed out of the remnant limbs and turned black as it cooled.

"Alien false gods."

Soshyan kept his voice calm. His sword was shining with energy, and the sparks danced wildly at the tip of the sword.

"It is your own depravity that leads to such a sad ending, isn't it?"

In his daily conversation with Talos, soshyan generally knew the process of the fall of the spiritual family, and naturally had no good feelings for these alien gods.

In response, the God uttered another silent roar.

"It's sad that you have nothing left except this uncontrollable hatred."

But suddenly, with a groan and a scratch, the statue finally stood up.

It pulled out an old and broken sword from the red sand, and finally coughed up the first sentence from its clenched teeth and breathing full of sand and dust.

“SuinDaellae！”

The withered God roared. Although the sword in his hand was a weapon, it was more like a crutch. Bursts of despairing black smoke were emitted from the sword, but it could not burst out a flame.

Soshyang was startled and almost thought he was out of his mouth, but then the avatar staggered down again and became a posture of holding his hands and knees on the ground. At the same time, the skin at his joints cracked one after another and gradually disappeared with the wind.

He suddenly noticed that the inscription on the giant sword seemed to be the same as the fragments he had seen before.

Are the two related?

After thinking for a while, he decided to put these things down first.

"There's no time to tangle with you."

Soshyan walked forward with his sword in his hand.

He approached the fallen gods and held up the holy Yan sword to form a picture of execution.

The avatar grabbed his shin armor with a cracked hand, but it was weak, but another finger was broken.

"I will end your pain."

Then the long sword fell down.

At the next moment, metal and stone collided, and the hissing dust was carried away by the wind. The dust collided with the fine porcelain, making a rattling sound.

With the separation of the body and head, the fallen gods were completely turned into fly ash, but on the bone white dust, the black ashes outlined its former shape.

That is, at the moment of killing God, his consciousness returned to reality again.

He is still in this hall, holding that warm fragment in his hand. Does everything really seem to be just an illusion?

Boom!

Just as he was thinking, there was a loud noise behind him. He turned around, and the wall was blown open, and Talos came in in the smoke of gunpowder.

"I thought you were caught by some devil as a coolie."

Soshyang smiled and put away the fragment.

"Almost."

"Where is this?"

More soldiers filed through the blasted wall. Talos stood in front of soshyan and looked at him carefully for a while.

"You look a little strange? What happened?"

Soshyan had to agree with the sharp intuition of the son of the night, so he took out the pistol, handed it to Talos, and told him what had happened to him.

Of course, it's not all. For example, he "ate" that thing.

Talos looked at the pistol carefully, frowning slightly.

"This language... Well, if I remember correctly, it is a language widely used by human beings long before the night. It is called federal language. It has something to do with gaogothic. Can't you understand it?"

Soshyan was a little embarrassed.

"Language course... Cough, cough, I didn't pay much attention."

"Well, it should be a person's name engraved on it. It should be translated as... Diego aratrist? Should it be so?"

Talos returned the pistol to soshyan.

"Do you know him?"

"Of course not. This place is strange everywhere... By the way, there is a lingzu language. Please translate it."

Soshyan then imitated the two words he had just heard. Talos listened and thought for a while, and then replied:

"The first sentence is the real name of the spirit war god blood hand Kane, and the second sentence... Translated into gaogote, it should be called doomsday wail."

"Doomsday wail..."

After thinking for a moment, soshyan decided to deal with it after solving the things here.

The soldiers searched the whole temple inside and outside, but there was nothing valuable except some rotten antiques, and they could confirm that the temple should offer Kane, the blood hand of the spirit family.

At first, soshyan considered blowing it up, but thinking of his previous experience, he chose to let it continue to be silent under the dark ground and use it as someone's mausoleum.

Before leaving, soshyan put the pistol back into the temple——

Let bygones be bygones.