I found you. Shen said. His voice echoed through the darkness, resembling the roar of a monster.

He grasped Konstantin Valdo's spear with both hands and held it tightly.

From the demon's wounds, many flickering images were coming. Murder, murder, murder – countless killings, with no end in sight, no end to it.

Shen pulled out the spear and threw it away, and the marshal of the forbidden army caught it firmly, and the sword was already in its sheath.

The demon laughed, fangs protruding from his lips, dripping foul-smelling saliva: "What do you see, dear Shen?" ”

Shen didn't answer, just drew his sword, never forgiven, and never looked back.

Angel Tay slashed at Samus from behind, Ur Persson aimed at Samus's skull and pulled the trigger, and Konstantin Valdo threw his spear into a celestial glow, aiming it at his chest.

In the face of all these attacks, Samus's only reaction was to stand still. It didn't dodge, it didn't defend, it just smiled.

Its sharp teeth reflect all the light left in the darkness, and each refractive surface is a mirror, bringing to it images that belong elsewhere. Shen stared at its teeth and slashed out the two swords together.

The demon's back was slashed, its eyes pierced by bullets, its chest pierced by spears, and its jaws slashed with twin swords. Its body shattered into millions of pieces in an instant, and it wasn't their work.

They wanted to kill it, but couldn't do it that way. No one can kill a demon this way.

Samus's skull was wet and lying in his own blood, smiling wordlessly. Its orange-yellow eyes were flickering wildly, as if something was struggling within.

Brutal power flashed from the skull's eyes, and thunder began to roll through the darkness. All changes are abrupt and dissonant, but there is no order in the songs of the living.

Samus's remaining incomplete head began to deform, a gelatinous black clay topping each fine hard hair, gurgling out of every hole.

The demon's eyes were squeezed out of their sockets, and the other two eyes immediately took their place, as if they couldn't wait. Samus's tongue danced and writhed like a serpent on the ground, and his teeth fell out in unison, and human teeth began to fill his mouth and distort his gums.

A jaw suddenly formed from the stinky blood and fit the face, and Samus's eyes rolled to Shen's feet.

All of this happened in less than half a second.

The demon's voice came from its tongue.

Guffaw.

"I love this kind of drama——!" It shouted. "Fight hard, heroes! Then I bring the end, and I bring the end! ”

Shen raised his foot to crush its eyes, and Ur Pesson shot its tongue and teeth. Ingrell Tai swung his sword at the newborn, wet, blood-strewn human head, and Konstantin Waldo accompanied him in handing out his spear.

Nine out of ten sure attacks, attacks without any hesitation. But he was held securely by two hands.

Colchis's words shimmered golden on his bare and strong arms, and gradually rose higher, snatching the sword and spear away with an irresistible force. The white robe grows out of thin air from the sludge-like black gelatin, and it is windless.

Lorga Aurelian stood before them smiling, spotless, skin as smooth as mutton fat and jade, golden as a god.

"As soon as I heard your voice, I hurried over, my son." Luo Jia gently lowered her head and looked at Angel Tai. "Our friend Samus has asked me for a lot of things, he's a greedy fellow, but what can I do? I have to come to see you, just as you've been looking for me. ”

He let go of his hand and threw his sword along with his spear, a dull echo echoing in the darkness. The Great Speaker thoughtfully raised his right hand and cupped his jaw, as if to determine if it still existed.

He was sure of the matter before continuing to tell.

"However, I would like to point out one of your mistakes, Anglel Tai. You shouldn't be going with these people, see what kind of partners you've found? The guardian of the false gods, the stupid Eternals, the blades of the gods. You should stand with the truly pious. ”

Behind him, a roar was heard in the darkness.

"Batusa." Angel Tay didn't look back to stop him. "Don't be fooled, we all know what it is."

Limping Batusa Narek slowly out of the darkness, blood covered in gray armor. More sons of Aurelian stepped out of it, and a thick fog gradually rose, in which the Nightblades silently awaited their chance to attack.

A sword and a spear were handed over one by one by them and eventually returned to their respective masters.

The Great Speaker watched this scene patiently, without the slightest reaction. His gaze was only on Angler Tai most of the time, and the eyes seemed to penetrate the helmet and reach under it, causing a pain to rise in Anglel Ty's eyebrows, and it also made him vaguely realize in his heart.

"I'm Lorga Aurelian."

The Great Whisperer reached out and fished out his scepter from the void, and a raging flame erupted from the top, burning the skull red.

"What am I besides?" He asked.

"Die." Angle Tay said, then charged, swinging his sword.

He had prepared a lot of words for today, righteous rebukes, vows of revenge, and now, when he really came face to face with the thing in Luo Jia's skin, he realized that he couldn't say half a word.

Even anger was completely suppressed by something cold, and in this moment, Ingres Tai could only feel tiredness. He has nothing to say, he has been burdened with bitterness for decades, and Xinghai has not been able to find him

Today is the end.

His blade was as fast as lightning, and the Great Whisperer didn't dodge.

Can the original be harmed? Naturally, you can. The original body also has flesh and blood, and even if it is wearing power armor, it has the possibility of being pierced, not to mention that it is only wearing a robe at the moment - but if you want to hurt it, you must touch it first.

Anglel Tay's blade was lightly blocked by the scepter, and what was beneath Lorja Aurelian's skin manipulated him to frown slightly, revealing a look of sadness and incomprehension.

Constantin Valdo followed, and the Janissary had never liked Loja, but at this moment, when he really saw such a blasphemous thing with his own eyes, anger still welled up in his heart.

This anger that he had never felt before prompted him to stop observing and to strike again. The Spear of the Sun God pierced through the air, easily grasping the void and piercing through the chest of the Great Speaker.

It should have been an excellent result, but Waldo immediately withdrew his spear as if he had been electrocuted, and took several steps back, his body convulsing like an epilepsy. The battle was on the verge of breaking out, and no one except Ur Persson had the leeway to care about his condition at the moment.

Batusa Narek and his brothers roared and fired, equipment supplies from the Ultramarines and Midnight Blade upgraded due to their smaller numbers, hot melt guns and plasma gleaming, heavy bombs and reaper double-barreled automaton whizzing through the air, and galloping towards the skinned artifact with unparalleled resentment.

Luo Jia smiled and poured black blood, and the scepter flickered through the air, knocking off Angler Tai, and the boiling flames immediately surrounded him. The hot melt and plasma energy mass smashed headlong into it, and the blaster and the automaton were completely evaporated before they could get close, resulting in more explosions and high temperatures.

Shen narrowed his eyes, silently made a gesture, and gave an order wordlessly.

In the flames, the voice belonging to Lorja Aurelian continued.

"The son of ungodliness." He seemed displeased. "Why? Don't you have eyes to see who I am? ”

Shen ran over and pulled up Angel Tai. The Son of Aurelian calmly refused his support, slowly stood up himself, and then removed his helmet.

Steaming blood gushed from the junction of the helmet and neck guard, and streamed down the Aquila crest on the armor. A golden light flickered between his brow.

"Shut your fucking stinky mouth." Ingres Tai said in Nostramo. "I know what you want."

His tone sounded almost like Yago Sevitalyon. Shen looked at him in amazement.

Angel Tai raised his hand, held the sword behind his back, and pressed the center of his eyebrows with the hilt, and the golden light flashed, leaving a brilliant glow on the hilt, like blood.

He walked forward, facing the flames and carrying his sword upside down.

"I know—" He switched back to Colchisian. "—I always knew that every night he called me and told me what you had done."

"I shudder a lot when my master's stolen things don't get what they deserve in the hands of thieves, you know? Every time I tremble, I know you're doing evil again. You're killing, you're sacrificing, you're setting the world on burn, and you're wearing his name and his face. ”

He paused, taking a deep breath.

"Get out." Angler Tay said. "Get out of the flames, and face his last loyal heir, thief."

A bloody face poked out of the wall of flames, and the flesh that had been burned to the point of sizzling oil was falling down the ground. The trembling lips seemed to melt on the teeth, and the tongue hung between the dry teeth like a long snake.

Angel Tai roared and stabbed his sword, striking the face with unmistakable precision. Laughter rang out presumptuously from behind the wall of flames, one hand grabbing his sword, then himself.

The Great Whisperer rushed out of it with ecstasy on his face, and the rancid wind flickered, and the flames spread out, forcing back the sons of Aurelian who were about to rush up.

Batusa Narek gasped gloomily as he began to change the magazine for the heavy explosive bomb in his hand, and ripped a string of fragmentation grenades from his belt. He finished changing the magazines, wrapping them around his left hand again, and began to wait for the right moment.

Shen and he had some kind of strange tacit understanding at this moment, and he silently raised his sword and waited calmly. But the big speaker is not in a hurry, and his smile is bright.

"Finally." He whispered contentedly, his voice sticky and wet, his breath stenching terrifying. "The Last Spirit"

His eyes began to change color, turning into two spinning black holes. The flesh suddenly became thin, and the ghostly monster roared against his skin, as if it was about to break free.

Ingrel Tay didn't waver or fear in the slightest, he knew from the beginning that it wasn't Luojia. He didn't even look at it, but stared at Shen on the side.

Shen waved his arm.

The mist swept in, the wind roared, the shining blades pierced the darkness, the black flames were hot, and the hand holding the sword was scarlet—the skin of the counterfeit was pierced through by twenty-five sharp blades at this moment, piercing through its chest, making the smile on its face stiffen for a moment.

The skin immediately dissipated, and tens of thousands of wailing faces of the living erupted from beneath the skin. Angel Tai landed calmly and began to slash at them in the black flames. Shen didn't rush forward immediately, but first looked back at his team.

Some have disappeared, twenty-five, no more, no less.

He didn't speak, and his armor grew more and more scarlet. At this moment, Samus's voice came from behind him: "He'll be back. Shen, have you thought of a countermeasure? ”

The devil chattered and began to speak at length.

"He's not leaving, at least not until he gets what he wants. Your Terra has been shrouded in darkness, and you can kill him countless times, but he will come back countless times until he gets what he wants. And how many more brothers do you have to sacrifice? How much more do you have to pay to get to the end of the road? ”

Shen didn't answer, it always was. He was always used to silence, and inside the Nightblade, the person who chattered was Yago Sevitaleon, not Shen.

Behind them, far from the tide of battle, Konstantin Valdo was slowly standing up, heavy anger on his face.

The demon showed him something he didn't want to see, some painful truths. These things made the anger in his heart even stronger. Within the link, the voice of the Lord of Humanity remained calm.

+ It was premeditated, Waldo. Its behavior is chaotic on the surface, but there is still logic underneath. It, or what's behind it, wants to use that to spy on your reactions. They can't see Ur Pesson, but they can see you. They know you're leading someone, but they want to know who that person is. +

+But the picture it shows is you-+

+ - That's not important. + The Lord of Mankind gently persuaded, and his tone was full of unfazed changes that only elders possess. + Shall I not be able to sacrifice? +

Konstantin Waldo clenched his spear and fell silent. His duties, his reason, and his sensibility are all in conflict. Every Forbidden Army lived only to serve the Emperor, and they could die for him without fear.

This fanatical loyalty is often criticized, but it is also one of the sources of their pride. In the eyes of the Forbidden Army, there would be no one else in the world who was more loyal to the Emperor than they were.

As a result, many peculiar contradictions were born. For example, the difference in attitude towards other people between the forbidden army and the emperor, and the vacillation that the marshal of the forbidden army is experiencing at this moment.

+ You're in a strange circle, Waldo. + The voice of the Lord of Humanity grew stern. + You are putting me above the Empire and the Humans, what are you thinking? There's no retreat now, look around, they're fighting to the death, and you're here mourning and imagining how I'm going to suffer? +

As he had put it, Valdo set his sights on the front. In the darkness that was gradually shrouded in mist, the tide born from the stolen skin of Lorre Aurelian was colliding head-on with the Nightblade and the sons of Aurelian.

He even heard a few rude curses from Ur Pesson. The marshal of the forbidden army suddenly realized at this time that the goal of his mission had left him at some point and ran to participate in the battle.

Instinctively, he took a few steps to chase back Ur Pesson, leading him on the right path to his next destination.

However, he still fell into hesitation after all.

The Emperor His Lord—the Lord who sits on the throne and endures eternal torment

Before he knew it, Konstantin Valdo had tears in his eyes.

Instinctive thinking and admiration for the emperor were destroying his enthusiasm for the task, and if the end result of the task was that his lord had to endure such torture, then what was the need for it to be accomplished? It's better to go back and find the rest of the Troop, and then.

+ And then what? +

In the middle of the link, the emperor asked in a disappointed tone.

+ And then take you away. + Valdo responded immediately, without the slightest hint of concealment. + As long as this is the case, the empire will remain, and humanity will remain. In the galaxy, no human life can compare to yours. +

A thunderous rage swelled up from the other end of the link, and Waldo's face turned pale in an instant. He took a few steps back, unexpectedly overwhelmed.

And this time, the Lord of Humanity was silent for a long time before he continued to speak to his marshal in a deep link that transcended time and space.

+ All the while, Waldo, all the time, I have a higher demand for you. +

+ And that is what I ask of myself, my lord. +

+ Nope. + The emperor calmly denied. + For so many years, you have only stood still, and you have forgotten what I said when I gave you the Spear of the Sun God. You are a forbidden army, a sword in my hand, and this is true. But before that, you were just a human being. +

+ I.+

Waldo was speechless, not knowing how to answer the sentence. Indeed, he regarded himself as a tool, and always put the emperor first. But if his lord has a requirement of him, how can he not be satisfied?

It's just that this request is a little too difficult for him.

+ I understand what I am asking you to do, I am hoping that you will transcend your own nature. However, that demonic vision is only a small stone on the path to you, an insignificant one among tens of thousands of difficulties. If you can't even cross it, I'm afraid I'll have to find someone else to do it. But I don't have any more candidates, Waldo. Only you. +

The Lord of Humanity sighed softly.

"Are you going to fail me, Waldo?"

The marshal of the Forbidden Army was silent for a while, his teeth clenched, and there was a low echo in his throat, and between his breaths, it seemed to be bleeding. It took a few minutes for his shrugged shoulders to relax.

He walked forward, wordlessly grabbing the murderous Orr Pesson, and slowly dragging him away, leading him to another path.

This chapter is 5k, and there is one more chapter.

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