The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 348: The House of Corruption

When Saivita fought with the defectors, Soshyang and the other soul drinkers rushed forward without a wrong passage. In the belly of this huge black steel behemoth, its accuracy is comparable to using an industrial electric drill. Go to complete a heart surgery.

And outside, Soul Drinker's flagship Soul Messenger and other ships are also launching a fierce attack on the Hulk, and an explosion shook the spaceship.

However, it seems that their efforts are not enough to destroy this giant ship.

The vast majority of this ship has long been abandoned. The hall used by many mortals is rotten, even without air, and dusty objects are scattered all over the floor.

"A lot of bad things have happened here."

The closer to the direction of the coordinate signal, Soshyang's heart becomes more disturbed.

They encountered only intermittent battles along the way, but the strange thing was that the more they moved forward, the intensity of the battle became weaker and weaker.

As soon as they encountered demons, they slaughtered them to death.

Ambush soldiers would often attack them from the dark maze of the spacecraft, but they were just fear and fire monsters.

They came and came, killed and killed, and finally disappeared in the depths of the spacecraft.

And reality has also betrayed physics. The deeper the hull is, the more weird its structure will be. Soshyang feels that if there is no signal from Saivita, they will most likely be lost in this unpredictable labyrinth.

Along with their footsteps, there were whispers that became stronger.

These words are unfamiliar, but they are undoubtedly full of malice and become more and more clear, causing the team to stop several times to guard against enemy attacks.

This makes the soul drinker soldiers very unaccustomed.

In the past, they might also check whether the communication was malfunctioning, but now, they all know that this is the sound of evil magic.

The corridor they had stepped on no longer made noise, but became damp, and began to tremble whenever someone touched it, as if physical contact would hurt it.

The stinky mouth replaced the air vents, the wet holes replaced the hatches, and some malignant neoplasms could be seen on the walls, as if they wanted to grow together, as if cancer cells were spreading in the host's organs.

All parts of this ship are suffering from disease, like a nightmare, once you leave it behind, the memory of them will disappear together. They don't seem to belong to this reality, and they cannot be easily understood by mortal minds alone.

"This place is disgusting."

Said the veteran of the Soul Drinker.

"Why do they come to such a place?"

"The traitors have sold themselves to the ancient power. They have crossed the line."

Soshyan answered him like this.

"They are crazy, brother."

Mark let out a low growl, like a warning in a dense forest.

"It's better if they are really crazy, I'm afraid they are not crazy."

At this time, another group of fear demon appeared, and several tall silhouettes appeared behind them, spewing magical flames.

"Kill them, we will go forward forever, for the emperor and the empire!"

Soshyang held up the Sacred Flame Sword and led the soul drinker to speed up the charge.

The fear demon only had time to throw a few fireballs, and the purple and pink completely collided.

Soshyang stood at the forefront to fight.

The Sacred Flame Sword buzzed across the air, opening and closing, **** blades danced wildly, wherever the sword tip went, the magic and flesh were all unfolded, and the target that was hit was instantly killed.

He always rushed to the enemy's muzzle to retrieve it immediately, as if this weapon that once disgusted him deeply has now become his treasure.

The soul drinkers also followed closely, slaughtering everything in front of them. In a very short time, they gradually adapted to fighting with Soshyan and showed an extraordinary degree of coordination.

The hatred shed with the blood, and the howl of the devil was full of anger of lili.

They concentrated their strength and released a turbulence of death.

The soul drinker veteran rushing in the front immediately raised the shield wall like an ancient siege soldier.

However, the protection of the armor on the human body is also limited, so an elite warrior fell like this, a magic flame bomb smashed his helmet, and then the huge armored body fell to the ground.

The others strode across the sea of ​​flames and launched a fierce attack. Their roars were amplified by the armor, almost deafening.

Soshyang also brought down the last demon in front of him, and he used a long sword to guide the warriors through the wall of flames.

"Rush into the enemy line!"

He roared:

"We are going to dye the road here red with their blood!"

Then he swung his crackling power sword and jumped up.

The soldiers gathered together, and one end of the passage rushed down, like an unstoppable torrent of iron and steel, instantly breaking through the "retaining wall" of devil's flesh and blood.

The timid fear demon immediately broke into an army and fled in all directions.

At this time, Soshyang was still sane enough, and while sprinting forward, he let a small group of soul drinkers occupy a favorable position to ensure the subsequent retreat route.

Time is racing against time, and this hulk may be destroyed at any time.

They are united, advance and retreat together. After crossing the passage, the horizontal road gradually widened, leading to a series of cabins.

There are rails for trains and pierced heavy walls.

Most of the space here is generally used to store supplies, but now there are only corrupt wreckage and ashes.

After rushing through the demon's front, they finally came to a huge warehouse.

A marble staircase flew straight down from the gate, and many small skylights were inlaid on the roof, looking into the void.

More importantly, there are traces of corruption everywhere in this hall.

The statue seems to move when no one is watching, the brazier is burning with weird blue-green flames, and the decorations are either swallowed into the living carpet or submerged in the mucus seeping from the walls.

These transformations are obviously not made by human beings, they are more like their own changes.

In some places, the transformation was only halfway through, and sharp edges and spikes were born on the solemn imperial decorations that can be seen everywhere. They are more suitable for appearing in the executioner's torture room.

Some of the ornaments did indeed play the role of instruments of torture. Many skeletons were hung on rusty iron hooks, still maintaining the painful posture of life.

Loud sounds of depravity echoed in the warehouse~www.readwn.com~ Their whispers were clearly audible.

Soshyangn tried his best to distract attention from above.

Suddenly, the deafening horn of declaration of war rang, and the wall burst open.

A soul drinker appeared out of nowhere and threw a mace from the top of his head.

Soshyang leaned over to avoid it, and the weapon left a dent on the wall, the size of an old man's torso.

Then he emptied the bullets from the gun at the chest of the rebels. The soldier's breastplate was suddenly torn apart, the wires inside were also broken, the escape energy hissed, and the whole person staggered back. A few steps.

Soshyang took advantage of the momentum, and the tip of the sword pierced the opponent's jaw fiercely and pierced out from behind.

The back of the rebel helmet burst open, and a stream of smoking blood gushed out.

(End of this chapter)