Chapter 88 Atlas
[Perturabo! ! ! ! ! ! ! 】
【Perturabo! ! ! ! ! ! ! You said it was okay! ! ! ! ! ! ! 】
He stood there, unable to move because of the dislocation between what he saw and felt and the true emotional response of human beings and his body.
He screamed silently in his heart, his hands and feet were cold, and he felt that his lips and limbs were numb.
No, his body is so powerful, he can obviously react before everyone else - at least - but he can't control - can't control -!
【Syras! ! ! ! ! Syras! ! ! ! ! ! ! He has become like that! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! He has become like that! ! ! ! ! Perturabo! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 】
【Leave him alone. 】
In the eyes of others, the Chapter Leader stands in place like a towering mountain, a reliable front line where they can obtain protection and support at any time - the missile launch bay on the back of the Chapter Leader's power armor. All have been raised to the launch position, and the individual void shield, which has a relatively large range, has also been opened -
"I'm sorry."
A voice suddenly appeared on the communication channel, or appeared in everyone's mind. It was as sharp as gold and jade, and it was like the melting water of cold mountain glaciers that instantly soaked into the brain grooves of the listener.
【Ehhhhhhhhhhhhh? 】
【Heh. 】
“Before I put Sylas together, I have to ask a question.”
As the speaker’s calm words unfolded, it was obviously just the most ordinary words, but it brought The effect is, Lamizane doesn't know how to describe it, incredible, uh, Optimus Jade Pillar? Atlas that holds up the sky?
In short, in his eyes, the images and readings displayed through the eyepiece and retina showed that the chaotic spatial fluctuations began to stabilize, the curtain of the real dimension began to become thick again, and the monster from the green garden roared angrily and refused. , acid, dirt, and other disgusting pus spilled out from its bloody mouth along with internal organ fragments.
Through the unstable swaying curtain and fog, Lamizane saw what was hidden behind this huge demon. Some passage was opened, and the residence of the triple cycle master appeared in front of him. That situation made him immediately feel unbearable and he closed his eyes, while only retaining the image of pure data.
This thing here cannot be accurately described, and this thing here cannot be truly understood.
When a mortal speaks it, it will dissolve into pus, and if a mortal understands it, it will turn into an egg of chaos.
If we must describe it in words that 2K humans can understand, this is a vast garden composed of black stars rolling in it and everything in the dying world.
Its ground is a swamp exuding endless corrupt vitality and death, a rotten, warm galaxy that is gradually melting in despair. It is so huge that it can cover the entire nebula, and it is so twisted that it can be compared to maggots that greedily eat the fresh vitality, a plague that infects the stars and the galaxy, and brings endless corruption and twisted ecstasy. Give life to everything, turning everything it goes into filthy and unclean lifeless and immortal things. This is a cauldron shining with the light of a putrid and poisonous plague, in which something extremely filthy is brewing. "He" saw "his" brother falling, restoring, and being firmly controlled by that thing.
All glory has faded, all hope is gone.
Countless voices, in pain and despair, were forced to groan out hymns for the Great One. Cry forever for that which never comes.
A woman is crying.
Even if you can only hear the cry of despair, you can still imagine her beauty and vitality.
Like the song of the sirens.
Who?
He tried hard not to look toward that unclean place of despair again.
But his body began to lift his feet uncontrollably——
The voice sounded in his ears again in time.
Like a hot knife slicing through fat animal fat, it cut through the entire scene of despair and almost made it worse.
“Why did you all rush towards that valve and fire?”
The roar of the demon became softer, the rancid breath faded, and the ground turned back into a hard metal floor, thick with The thick unnatural fog gradually became thinner.
All the rustling and unsettling sounds began to fade away like the ebbing tide on a beach.
People stopped and began to look at each other warily but more confusedly.
"My eyes tell me that the target you are planning to bombard with heavy firepower is the emergency vacuum valve on deck B8."
The eyepiece on Parogov Nilaydoa's white helmet shines bright iris blue Light, like a bright comet streaking across the skyline.
"Since destroying it will cause us all to be sucked out of the ship - and will probably prevent me from recovering the gene-seed of Syras, I must prevent you from doing this." White Power Armor of the Apothecary's Apprentice and surgical lights stand out like bright beacons in this ghostly world.
The ground beneath Parogov's feet was a clean steel gray.
The big golden bird behind his head spread its wings silently.
【Ah ah ah ah well done! You are worthy of the reliable and quiet Parogov! ! ! ! ! 】
【Hmph! ! 】
The shocked Lamizane secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his power armor helmet, and was about to announce that he would regroup and restrain poor Syras and calibrate their map——
The newly hard ground began to feel strange again, and winding streams began to wash over the soles of everyone's feet in the scorching desert.
[I (Gutera swears): Is this the end of the horse-riding horse? ! Come again? ! Still coming? ! Who is it this time? ! 】
【Oh, it’s quite surprising that he is the final one this time. It seems that some people have greatly increased their strength recently. 】
【Ah? 】
【Nothing, don't move. He'll take care of it. 】
【He? Who is he? 】
【snort. 】
“What just happened?” Vitalier asked in confusion. He was holding his power ax in both hands and looked like he was about to chop down something. "What's going on?!"
"No matter what just happened, hold on to your bolter and remember to free fire." Maxim replied, and replaced the plasma with bolts gun. "This thing doesn't look like it's over yet."
"What is this... The Emperor is above."
Igor raised one of his combat boots and the light of the searchlight The lower silver surface was stained with scarlet liquid.
"Why is there so much blood here?"
As the blood mist gradually rose higher, the novices of the 41st Millennium saw a huge figure sitting opposite the curtain that became gradually transparent again. As for the terrifying bloodletting army of brass and steel mounts, they were arranged in eight neat queues - every breath of those ferocious beasts spewed out thick smoke with thunderous echoes, and their hooves set off bursts of smoke. Soot.
“We’ve had enough of some stalkers.”
Someone said this behind their backs.
Then some force that also came from the highest heaven gave everyone a stomach-churning tug on their belly buttons.
The next second.
This undefeated team found themselves standing in the lower deck of the Destiny Steel, in the not-so-bright but neat passage illuminated by lights on the B8 deck.
Except for Sylas, who was lying at his feet and was turning into two pieces and getting colder.
“Pharmacist——————!!!!!!!!”
It’s too cold today...
Halfway through writing, I discovered that all the areas where my finger joints were inflamed due to working in a too cold room at work were red, swollen and itchy. I quickly turned out the heater and turned it on (
Everyone must not think that they can resist it. I don’t do good labor protection, because I will suffer from arthritis that recurs every year like the author.
Also, although this is what I wanted to write, it was really difficult for me to write it, so I revised it several times. Times
I have written a little bit of what I want to reveal, so I can only say haha (you)
Because after all, we are Warhammer, and it is Chaos (eye movement)
A cozy bedtime story to accompany book lovers, slowly unfolding!
The next big event is... I will write about that at the end of the month!
(End of this chapter)