The Night Soul is suffering an unprecedented amount of damage, which is almost quite appalling for a ship that has been in service for 10,000 years.

The Milky Way has been dark for 10,000 years, and the flames of war and the torch are the only things in this dark universe that can be called bright. The latter is rare, almost exclusively around the solar field, but the former is not.

The intensity and intensity of the war had grown to a terrifying level in the past 10,000 years, and the Night Soul had not escaped a single battle that needed it, so she had experienced nine times of the massive damage to the keel alone.

This time it was different, this time, the attack did not come from outside, but from within. The people on the bridge didn't even know what was going on, they could only hear the constant warning and stare at the Void Shield, which would last a long time.

The hull of the ship was not hit, and the huge battleship that emerged from the back of the Litatra did not even fire at them anymore, but the shaking of the deck never stopped

A vague panic began to spread among many people, and while most of them were still sane, sometimes, things only needed the slightest chance.

Those things did not hesitate to grasp the fear placed in front of them, and through the chaotic power that overflowed the entire ship on the Night Spirit, they immediately broke into the bridge, and the otherwise peaceful main bridge instantly turned into a tragic battlefield.

The stolen crew screamed and rushed at their former companions, only to be cut through the flesh by bombs, plasma, or insignificant laser guns. Laughing cruelly, the Phantom Sprite leaps out of its blood-soaked body and begins to fight the guards and Shadow Knights.

But they were doomed, and the Night Soul's bridge was extremely well defended, as well as five complete contingency plans.

As early as the moment the attack began, Captain Seraphim sounded the alarm, and by the time the battle on the bridge officially began, the gates of the bridge had been firmly locked, and a mist that had gathered out of nowhere drifted in, bringing with them many tall and silent black shadows.

There was nothing to worry about in the battle on the bridge, but Seraphim smelled a different kind of danger.

He's been the captain of the Night Soul for almost a century, and perhaps this age is nothing for an officer who can be the captain of the ship for the entire Empire. However, of the many captains of the Night Soul, his service is already considered to be long.

This is inseparable from his keen sense of smell.

In the midst of the chaos, the captain gripped his plasma and strode to a console that rose from beneath the floor. The Shadow Knight's defense line with his crew has gained a foothold and is slaying down the remaining demons.

The Seraphim didn't think they could make any waves, and that was the real suspicion.

Why did the initiator send a group of useless demons to the bridge?

They rarely cause many casualties, and may even stir up morale and anger in the hearts of the people in advance. Seraphim didn't believe that there was only that level at the master's level, so he immediately began to check the engine as soon as he stepped onto the console.

A battleship as powerful as the Retribution class required a lot of energy, and its entire stern was a complex combination of drive tubes, engines, and plasma reactors, which together took up about a third of the entire hull.

However, half a minute later, Seraphim was shocked to find that the engine room was not damaged in the slightest, all the reactors and engines were not in the slightest, only the cliché of overheating the drive tube and the dazzling red light in the self-inspection list.

The real problem that caused the warning was in the center of the hull, where a large area was completely surrounded by red.

What's going on?

With no clue to the answer, Seraphim forced himself to calm down and began to try to rebuild the ship's communications so that he could report the news to the warband's commander, Keur Sahora.

He didn't know what the truth was, at least not at this moment, and it was actually a great thing for him.

"Still protecting this ship of weak mortals and your incompetent juniors?!"

Samus roared and pressed Shen to the ground, his eyes glowing red.

"Avoid the engine, avoid the reactor, deliberately lead me to the middle, limit my power. What the hell are you thinking, Shen?! ”

Shen didn't answer, or rather, the monster that came out of Shen's body didn't answer the question. The flame flickered, and it stood up, a flaming sword appearing out of thin air, and it held it in its hand.

It raised its sword indifferently, and with a single blow it drove Samus back, leaving a terrible scar on the demon's chest. Samus didn't care about this, a smile slowly appeared on the face of a man who looked like a beast and not a beast, and a man who looked like a man and a man was not human.

"Remember what I said to you six hundred years ago?" It smirked and spat out the words, flicking its claws and stabbing them deep into the wall.

Thick armor plates made of mixed metal that could withstand artillery fire began to shatter layer by layer under its brute force and the claws of subspace, as fragile as white paper

But the monster still didn't answer, it scattered the sword, stretched out its equally sharp claws like a ghost of life, and lunged at Samus.

Pitch-black flames spilled out from behind it, turning into chains covered in hideous spikes, piercing deep into the demon's body.

Samus roared, slicing them off one by one with a wave of his claws, and the spirit of chaos echoed it like never before, making the living lifeless husk extremely powerful

In just a few seconds, it fought 'Shen' thousands of times. Claws and teeth intertwined, their bodies stained with blood, and the monster and demon collided like two unconscious beasts, biting and pounce on each other.

What 'Shen' is thinking, I'm afraid no one can get a glimpse of the slightest thought from its hideous bones. Samus was different, his strange face was full of regret.

"If that's what you're going to look like at the end," it muttered, the flesh of its face twitching in its thick sideburns.

The voice and words quickly turned into a roar of rage that contained so much anger that it opened its mouth so hard that it bit down on the monster's neck.

It received a brutal claw blow, slicing off its teeth and half of its tongue, and the flames instantly burned them to ashes. More fury poured into Samus's body as the flesh vanished, forcing him to rebuke himself in the pain he had tasted so many times.

"You deserve to be in a better form, Shen! You should have killed me here, or been killed by me, and then you should have ended this 10,000-year-old vendetta! I swore I'd give you a heroic death, but look at what you look like now? You can't be called a hero at all! ”

The monster stood indifferently, slowly raising its claws and leaning down, like a four-legged beast about to charge.

Its performance made Samus laugh angrily, forcing it to raise its claws wide open—and in that moment, the monster moved.

The speed it exhibited at this moment was intolerable even to time and space, and the loud noise like a direct engine starting was accompanied by a terrifying shockwave.

Samus didn't even have time to realize what was happening before he was pushed by a massive force and smashed through three solid steel walls in succession. The shards scattered, and the shattered pipe erupted with high-temperature steam, enveloped in flames and began to scorch its flesh.

Their summoners unbridled the power, causing the flames to fill Samus's entire body in a short time. The chaotic spirit surging within it froze for a moment, and was quickly devoured.

They're coming back, and they'll be back soon. However, at this moment, the power in Samus's body no longer echoes its call.

The fury has even begun to destroy the very foundations of Samus's existence.

The monster finally let out a sneer, and this sound alone was enough to explain all the forbearance and silence before. Sams's face was filled with mixed feelings, but it was finally frozen in a heartfelt smile.

The demon laughed wildly: "Well done, Shen! Perfect tactics! ”

"There's no Shen here anymore." The monster spoke clearly. "And it's not perfect."

Immediately after, it unleashed its clenched right fist.

The claw is the symbol of the beast, but the fist is a different concept. In the process of evolution, humans have abandoned natural weapons that can harm prey or enemies, and have lost their thick fur and strong muscles, in exchange for the fingers that are indispensable in the long process of evolution.

Can be clenched, you can use the five fingers of the tool. It can be used to hold a spear or to carve a marble statue. Of course, it can also be clenched into a fist and swung like it is now.

The loud bang came again, the air shook and shattered, and Samus spun and flew out. The entire upper body had been completely shattered, but instead of letting it go, the monster pounced on it, grabbed it by the neck, and rushed out of the deck of the Night Soul.

The steel shattered, the cold of the vacuum hit in an instant, and the huge traction force sent them flying for a considerable distance in the icy universe.

At this moment, even Samus felt a wave of doubts - what the hell is Shen going to do?

Its questions were answered when a pair of pitch-black flaming wings appeared.

Samus's eyes widened, but the monster only clenched its claws, grabbed its bones and flesh, and used it as a shield to fly resolutely towards the burning Litatra.

——

Erebus swung his fingers, wielding the power of chaos and placing an illusion in front of a beast.

Its form was tall and twisted, one hand still recognizable to the appearance of a human hand, holding a long, narrow blade, and the other hand had become a hideous, sharp claw. Its entire body burned with flames, and its face showed no trace of being human.

The Dark Apostle shook his head regretfully, sighed, and began to add power, turning the vision into a horrific nightmare capable of killing all living beings.

It didn't work for the beast, but it was enough to keep it quiet for a while. He didn't want to waste much time with it, he had a lot of other troubles to deal with.

Like this one.

A power sword that was mutating quietly emerged from the darkness and slashed at his neck. At such a critical juncture, a solemn chant suddenly sounded in the shadow of Erebus.

The chorus of praise to the gods and the way of the eightfold only had a syllable before the sword stopped in place.

Erebus stopped, looked closely at Astarte, who had attacked him, and chuckled.

"Your willpower is horrible." He praised without hesitation. "I don't see many people who can suppress this instinctive call. Your name, Iharal? Ah, good name. ”

Smiling, he stretched out his right hand from his wide-sleeved robe, and a dagger as thin as a cicada's wing glittered and stabbed into Iharal's chest. Blood poured out, but the face of the skull remained expressionless, as if the injury of a heart pierced was not worth mentioning to him.

At this moment, however, Erebus drew his dagger and walked away from him without fear of a second attack—not arrogantly, for his shadow had left him and enveloped Iharal completely.

Illusions of illusion were thrown out one after another, and a huge amount of chaotic power easily subverted Iharal's mind. He's still struggling to persevere, his willpower is incomprehensible, but how can he get rid of the layers of illusions?

At this moment, even if he has the heart to turn into a monster, I'm afraid it will be impossible to succeed again.

Demon Dolor watched Erebas's stroll in amazement, completely unaware that he could handle those two enemies that were so tricky for him

But what about the next one?

Dolor's fears seemed to be heard by Erebas, and the Dark Apostle stopped again, narrowly dodging a power sword that was transforming in the flames.

The thing that held it could no longer be called human, its streamlined body was covered with rich gold threads, and the creature's body was completely covered by a dark blue cloak, and its head was covered with hideous twisted horns, and its eyes were hollow like rotten corpses.

Erebus frowned slightly, showing a little irritability for the first time, and the thing didn't give him a chance to continue casting. The blade slashed like water, and each blow was enough to destroy most of the world.

If Zell were here, he would have recognized who this elegant swordsmanship belonged to.

Or rather, to whom it once belonged.

"Tricky." Erebus frowned.

He had dodged dozens of slashes in a row before giving this assessment, and Dolor heard him, but remained undecided - not that it wanted to have as much fun as the Lords of Change's group of fraudsters, but simply didn't know whether to help or not.

The Dark Apostle only asked it to sow the plague and promised it all the breeding grounds of good quality. He hadn't said anything about asking it to help fight.

Just as the Great Impure One was still worrying about this, a loud noise interrupted its thoughts. The sound came from the golden light that bloomed in Erebus's hand, it was small in size, but it was as bright as the sun.

The flaming sword was immobilized and firmly bound in the light—along with it the sword-wielding demon itself.

Erebus shook his head at it and said, "If you're prepared."

He didn't finish his sentence, and it ended here, and he flicked a dagger into the demon's heart.

The special nature of the ritual dagger immediately began to interfere with the very foundation of the demon's existence in the physical realm - its former body was dying, and the power of the ritual dagger was something it could not resist for the time being.

Chaos roared, and the holy chant was heard again in the shadow of Erebus. In the golden light, the demon was banished back to where it was supposed to be.

Full of hatred.

The Dark Apostle smiled, then clasped his hands together and thrust the golden light out.

"Stop!" He commanded loudly in utterly indescribable language.

This sentence seemed to have magical power, causing a pitch-black monster with a giant sword to stop in place, but it couldn't stop it for too long.

Its body was too large, with horns on its head, and it looked extremely savage, and the giant sword on its shoulder was even more hideous. Dorol, who was in the rear, couldn't help but shrink his neck that was completely submerged in fat, burying himself in his diseased fat, not daring to look any further.

It is completely unable to understand what these fellow human beings are for storing such a huge amount of hatred and malice in their hearts. There are even so many of them that they can interfere with the ascension form

"Ah, a strong enemy." Erebus sighed, and finally Shi Shiran turned around. "Lord Dolor, I need your help."

"Coming soon!" The Great Impure replied honestly and unpretentiously, and threw out the diseased corpse in his hand. It was almost unrecognizable, its armor swollen from corrosion and body lesions, and maggots were constantly falling out of its gaping chest.

It was thrown by the Great Impurity with sheer brute force at the feet of the demon, behind Erebas.

The demon's deep beast pupils inevitably glanced at the corpse, and the flames in his eyes suddenly rose, and the law that had imprisoned it for a short time was instantly broken.

Erebus laughed helplessly, and was pierced through the chest by a greatsword. This should have been a sign of victory, but the demon did not have the slightest joy of revenge.

It shuddered and roared, and Gain's diseased corpse looked up. Traces of the past were faintly visible on its swollen and pale face, and germs and maggots manipulated its vocal cords to make the voice of the deceased.

"Slor, help me, I'm in pain."

At the same time, Erebus, who had been impaled through the chest by the greatsword, began to dissipate, scattering in all directions like fragments. In a fit of rage, the demon shook off the corpse and went on a rampage, searching for Erebas's tracks, eager to slash him with a thousand knives.

But he never saw the other, so he set his sights on Dolor. His Excellency the White and Fat Great Impure One was alert after a pause in his heart, and he immediately raised his hands and began to retreat, even looking a little aggrieved.

"Don't look at me, big man, hasn't he been hiding behind your back?"

The demon jerked back and saw an obsidian dagger.

Erebus sighed heavily, and as he moved away from the demons who had been frozen in place, battling the unstable space of exile, he hooked his fingers and called back his shadow like a dog.

The blood in the square flew up in unison, spreading towards the demon's feet, and soon formed an extremely complex banishment circle. Even if the Demon Inquisitor of the Inquisition was here in person, he couldn't have done any better than him.

At the demon's roar, Erebus turned his head and said to Dolor, who was still afraid, "Your Excellency, what did you do before you came out of your father's garden?" ”

"I'm a fly." Dolor said honestly. "What's wrong? Why do you ask this? ”

"It's fine." Erebus said.

He raised his hands in the air, then swung them down. White light overflowed, and with a sound like glass shattering, the circle did its job, banishing the demon back to where it belonged.

The Dark Apostle finally let out a sigh of relief, and waved his hand casually, and a gust of wind suddenly blew up, blowing the corpses in the square everywhere. Both demons and civilians were driven to other places in this wind of discrimination.

A white, bloodless road appeared at the foot of Erebus. He smiled comfortably, and there was unconcealed joy in his smile.

Although a dagger was lost, the result was good.

He walked to the inside of the church.

Dolor cautiously walked past Iharal, who was still struggling, and swayed his fat body to follow Erebas, while still asking, "Is this how your plan works, Erebas?" ”

"It's pretty bad," the Dark Apostle replied with a mused, stopping in front of the church door and surveying inside. The bleeding statues of the emperor raised his eyebrows, and the feet that he wanted to step into them slowly retracted.

"What's wrong?" Dolor asked.

"Nothing, just I think you've helped me a lot along the way. Therefore, this opportunity to bring glory to your loving father should be given to you. ”

Erebus replied with a smile, only to get an unknown expression. He kept a smile and added, "I mean, I want you to be the first to set foot in this church." ”

"Does it make a difference?" The impure who had always behaved simple, even to the point of being stupid, asked rhetorically at this time. "And I didn't do much, did I?"

It looked at Erebus blankly.

The smile on the Dark Apostle's face finally faded a little, and he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back when the words came to his lips. At that moment, a fireball streaked across the sky and caught his attention.

Erebus quickly turned and walked back into the square, and in the darkness that spread, many voices began to boil.

"The Chosen One!"

"One in 10,000"

"It's coming to kill you, Erebus! Ha! It's coming to kill you! ”

The Dark Apostle sighed and raised his right hand, and the clouds and thunder began to converge in the sky, and then, he moved his finger to point at the fireball.

Lightning began to converge.

(End of chapter)