Chapter 21 Please check your express
Burn.
Swallow.
Unreasonable.
Bleeding.
pain.
Crying.
Scream.
Is he screaming?
He couldn't tell.
Uriel Ventris is "hanging" in his "position", swaying with the progress of the demon "steam" locomotive.
His comrade, close friend and companion, Pasanius Lessani, was not far away, also "hanging".
When it is necessary to use the word "hang" to describe the current situation of an Astartes, although it is not the most appropriate, it is still quite appropriate——
Thick, belted The barbed demonic slaughtering hook was brutally and mercilessly inserted into the backs of the two of them. The supernatural power broke through the solid blue ceramic armor, allowing the slaughtering hook to be deeply buried in their flesh and blood. middle.
The hard hook part was deeply embedded, and the metal scraped against their fused rib plates, causing great pain and at the same time making the two Astartes lose more strength to struggle. , hanging next to the blazing corpse fire like some kind of large livestock waiting to be slaughtered.
A figure, a figure that is almost three heads taller than the average Space Marine, is standing next to the boiler of the demon engine locomotive, directing eight indescribable humanoid faceless demons composed of octopus tentacles and sarcoma to continuously add corpse fragments. It's hard to say exactly what it is, except that the entity controlled by this evil being appears to have once been an Iron Warrior.
The deformed and bloated giant's head is surrounded by an iron crown, and the spikes on it seem to emerge from his skull through the helmet.
On the iron-gray power armor, which is extremely ancient, crudely made, and has been discolored by the steam of millions of years of human ashes and grease, the original yellow-black blurry stripes can still be faintly seen.
On one of his shoulder pads, the sacred legion crest of the Iron Warriors who once fought for the Empire is emerging on the eight-pointed star of Chaos Astartes that symbolizes endless hatred, pain and evil. : A skeletal face with a weird and evil smile, using its teeth to reflect the engine piston boiler that is spewing out more corpse ashes and stinking steam of roasted human flesh.
He, or it, turned around, muttered something loudly, and urged the squirming humanoid sarcomas to use their tentacle-like hands to add headless torsos and stumps to the locomotive boiler with shovel after shovel. , his claws stained with strange flesh scraps and corpse oil ashes grasped a sharp and huge hooked sickle.
Ventris saw that Pasanius's eyes were closed tightly. The wound on the soldier's neck that had been cut by the demon scythe had completely stopped bleeding. Lariman cells had formed a thin film on it. Thank God they were still in the subspace. working normally.
The former fourth company commander's still clear thoughts just passed by in a flash. His brain was now physically mixed with his stomach, and then was pulled forward behind his navel. It was the modified physical qualities of the Astartes, traveling directly through the warp in the flesh with a Daemon Prince - oh, just thinking about it was so blasphemous - it was beyond the pale.
No matter what it was before and what it is now, it must have been completely crazy to be able to do this - constantly - Dispersing one's existence in billions of timelines of the past, present and future - traveling -
- it actually calls this - hellish - torture for - travel -
The wanderer forces himself not to think too much about these inanimate things. It is the idea of deviating from the rules that brings him and his companions to where they are now. The point - Ventress's nose was so poisoned by the foul smell of this impossible hell boiler that it almost failed. Fortunately, his third lung at least ensured that he could still breathe, and his enhanced olfactory nerves were telling him How sick and disgusting the stuff he smelled actually was.
His eyeballs were roasted dry and uncomfortable by the heat. The pressure from the inside of his occipital bone seemed to make his eyeballs explode in the sockets. He had a splitting headache. He couldn't stop looking. He closed his eyes. See countless worlds passing by.
The hungry and wriggling tentacles of the sarcoma demon brushed against his body from time to time, curling up on his calves - he felt uncontrollably nauseated - and was yelled away by the being wearing the iron crown and the human skin apron. , they followed the endless bloodstains across most of the Milky Way amid the crazy mumblings, confusing prophecies, wild laughter, and the stench of men and women being burnt to charcoal by the flames of hell——
Colorless and multi-colored The void cracked and merged finely, like the colorful oily water surface being stirred -
He was pulled through countless faces with blurred souls in countless time and space - the world seemed to be completely hopeless gray Made up of stagnant eyes and he was just a mortal in it. He was born, lived, grew old and died. It was broken, and then there was some kind of world like a digital space. Mountains of silicon, rivers of gold, each piece of code was one - the void cracked again. Millions of fragments, his own soul also leaked through the void gap between this world and the subspace on each crystal fragment - he did not know what or who he was - he stared at the white and majestic Hercules in horror. The golden gates of La Fortress - how beautiful she was - fell to the acclaim of the monsters - the daemons reveled in the Primarch's temple - sang and danced on his holy body - desecrated his holy body - he was guilty of Gazing at the broken void and melting souls and shedding tears——
Why is my existence filled with so much anger, helplessness and sadness? He is about to be blended, and his name is about to disappear into this primitive ocean that is swallowed unconsciously. But his will was there. The oath was sworn in the magnificent white-gold fortress - he is Uriel Ventress - he is the emperor's warrior - he will never yield to the devil -
Smoldering flames and corpse oil The demon prince came over again, shaking his head, and the pair of yellow eyes like a cold-blooded animal in the eye sockets of the helmet peered out maliciously.
It stretched out its charred and foul-smelling claws and clasped Ventris's jaw. The latter gasped, sweat dripping down, soaking his hair, flowing through his service spikes, collecting on his chin, and flowing into the devil's claws. Astartes' eyes were unfocused, and he was like a drowning man who had just been fished out, helplessly opening his mouth to suck air in the devil's claws.
"It seems we-"
A loud crack of silence echoed in the plane beyond the range of human hearing, interrupting the Demon Prince's words and making him angry and full of hatred. The ground roared.
It threw away the Space Marine in its hand and held its huge hooked scythe. Eight demons with converging sarcoma tentacles advanced for it. Its gaze was directed towards the entrance where the unnatural flames of the demon engine were burning.
"Who!" the giant roared, "Who dares to disturb this sacred and filthy journey!"
The rectangular light leading to the outside world was obscured by the shaking silver-gray figure, and then Another one, a squad of Terminator veterans and others appearing there accompanied by teleporting sparks and the smell of ozone.
They were fully armed. The think tank director in the team was surrounded by blue electric light. He raised his hands to release his power. The boundaries of his group energy shield were consuming each other with the blue-green flames of the demon engine. Making a sizzling licking sound.
The gray-and-white skull mask emblems swinging on the black and silver-edged shoulder armor of the unwelcome visitors seemed to be stabbed, causing the Iron-Crown Giant to let out a heart-rending howl of malice.
"Liar!!!! Shameless betrayal!!!! Liar!!!!"
The leading Space Marine did not speak, but just raised his weapon.
The last thing Uriel Ventris saw out of the corner of his vision blurred by various liquids was that they were steadily advancing to shoot, engage in battle, and fight against the demons.
Then he felt as if his brain and spinal cord were being penetrated by a red-hot barbecue knife and twitching back and forth. He was bleeding, he was in pain, and he completely lost consciousness.
(￣▽￣)Let us give a grand welcome to those who have been delivered by express——! Ventris and Pasanius! Hahahahaha! Happy reading! See you tomorrow!
(My new quilt and hat still haven't been delivered. It's been almost a week. The astrologer is hiding under the skin man's fur and typing on the input board)
Also about the feeling of unfinished joy: Yes, your feeling is right. Yes, because it needs to be reviewed
(End of this chapter)