God Emperor's Angel of Death

Chapter 619

Soshyan was not even interested in responding to the nonsense of the magic code

He waded through the ocean of unclean things. In the process of moving forward, he even broke his own record of killing enemies - at least a thousand demons died in his hands.

But the demons still rushed to him, cut down, and poured out of the rift in sub space.

Soshyan knew there would be no victory until the source of filth was closed. He knew how the battle would end.

But now he is beginning to feel tired.

"I never have to be a burden. Let me be your favor."

Soshyan will not answer anything. Talking to chaotic things will never do any good, only lose everything.

The devil will attack him with every word, every reaction and even every pause. When it tries to break through his heart, it will know more and more who he is.

The breach is very close.

At this time, every step forward was more difficult, just as he felt the weight of years and the roar of claw waving with every breath.

He will stick to his duty until death, but death is not allowed, because no one can undertake his duty.

So he can only complete the task alone now, just as he enters the net maze alone now.

In the songs of the demons, the three demons occasionally fought together because of the harmony of the choir and rushed to soshyan. When they attacked, their voices were combined in ecstasy, their sharp claws opened left and right, they pressed their bodies down like crawling, approached the target, and their spiked tails were raised above their heads.

Soshyan stabbed one of them with a sword, then raised his left hand and pointed the storm blaster gun on his wrist in front of him.

In the next second, three explosions smashed the demons' bodies, their bodies burst, and raindrops of joints, large pieces of meat, broken limbs and rotating stingers fell to the ground.

The demons began to sing intermittently, even crying..

When the song stopped, a subtle sound of expectation sounded. Soshyang was only a few steps away from the breach, and there was no obstruction in front of him.

The demons struggled to rush to the gate and move to both sides of soshyan, and there were more demons behind him, but no one attacked or tried to block his way.

The servants of lust sin sang and swayed, waiting for a terrible ending or a worse beginning.

The breach was right in front of him. Through the half man high crack, he could see a gorgeous and strange world. At the same time, an inexplicable suction came from his waist, which seemed to involve the magic code into the breach.

Of course he won't allow this to happen.

Although he didn't know what to do, soshyan followed his inner instinct and pressed his palm on the door.

At that moment, soshyan could feel the sudden high-speed flow of the gray pulp on his body, all the green runes on the gate also burst into strong light at the same time, and the demons began to cry, scream and spontaneously ignite one by one.

Everything happened so fast that when soshyang regained consciousness, the gap on the gate had disappeared, the original position had become a smooth black rock mass, and the runes were shining faintly.

He turned his head and the demons disappeared, including their bodies and their blood.

The whole hall was empty. It seemed that what had just happened was just a fantasy.

But soshyan knew that it was no illusion.

Finally, he was able to observe the standing figure.

A terminator pestles a long snow-white knife with the tip down in his right hand. The knife is as tall as an adult. The blade is like the Millennium frozen ice on the top of a mountain. The handle is black and shiny, and the protective handle connected between the two is a strange flower carved with metal. If soshyang remembers correctly, this flower comes from ancient Tara and is called lotus.

As for the terminator, except for the unrecognizable model, there are not many too special places, only some decorations and medals that soshyan can't recognize.

Of course, he did not expect the people inside to be alive, otherwise the devil would not only attack him.

But now there is another terrible problem.

If this man is brother said and died here, who is the one in the fearless?

Thinking of this, soshyan was a little upset and subconsciously extended his hand to the terminator's head.

But the moment his fingertips touched each other, his consciousness was involved in an invisible vortex——

"This --"

When soshyan woke up, he found himself in a strange space and his helmet was gone.

It seems to be a closed room with no door, and the only furniture is a round table and two opposite high backed chairs around. On the table is an octagonal granite and white marble slab, next to a light wooden box, and twenty chess pieces are placed in this geometric space.

On one of the chairs sat a bent figure wrapped in a brown robe, with his head down, as if watching the chess pieces.

"Who are you?"

Soshyan asked warily, touched his waist, but found his sword missing.

The figure of the man didn't answer him. Soshyan had to walk forward carefully to see if it was a person.

At the same time, the chess pieces on the table also attracted soshyan's attention. They all looked simple, spindle shaped and lifeless gray.

"Hello?"

Soshyan came to the man and asked tentatively.

Then the man's shoulder shook.

"Sit down."

A low hoarse voice came from the robe, and soshyan immediately judged that it was an old man.

Somehow, he actually sat down as the other party said.

"Accompany me this old man to the next game."

Soshyang blinked. It was a game of regicide. Although he was not a master, astat transformation gave him high-speed thinking ability, but mortals could never beat him.

But why did he play chess?

"I'm not here to play chess. Who are you?"

"One game."

With that, the man raised his hand slightly, and the chess pieces on the table immediately returned to their places.

Although his heart was full of doubts, soshyan was patient to play chess with each other.

But a minute later, he was extremely surprised. The other party's chess skills were beyond his imagination. Even if he had thinking speed and thinking ability beyond ordinary people, he always lagged behind the other party.

So soshyan immediately got serious and leaned forward, as if the whole person was going to lie on the chessboard.

Five minutes later——

"I lost."

With a frustrated expression, soshyan leaned back.

It's not that he hasn't played chess with sol. Although he has lost more and won less, he has never lost so shamefully - he feels like a child in front of the other party and is played between his hands.

"So who is the winner?"

The old man put the chess pieces back.

"Of course... It's you."

"No, I lost too."

Just as the old man looked up, his cloak and hood fell on his shoulders, and soshyan finally saw it.

The first thing that attracted soshyang was his eyes, which were silent but not cold, and seemed ordinary, just like the turbid eyes of most old people.

His hair was gray, and his short hair was combed back. In the flicker of the fire, his skin was like an old paper roll. Because of the long and ruthless years, he became haggard and haggard. When he looked at the past, he knew that he had been weathered.

Looking at the old man in front of him, an idea suddenly flashed through soshyang's mind.

The thought startled him, but it was so deserved that he swallowed his throat and whispered:

"Is that you, palmprint, Regent of Tara... Hero makado."