Chapter 125 Sigh!
Four hundred centuries have passed since humans first cautiously crossed the top of the atmosphere of Holy Terra with fragile aircraft and began to come into contact with the vast starlight and boundless darkness of this galaxy.
Unfortunately, these times are still only a blink of time in the long river of time on a cosmic scale, and are not long enough for the "human" species to undergo some fundamental evolution to adapt to the void environment. Although the children of the void have There are many characteristics that can be called "mutations". These characteristics sometimes bounce back and forth on the red line of the Ordo Hereticus, and they can also make their kind uneasy.
For example, this is the case with the track platform maintenance technician who is gritting his teeth and holding his breath next to Lysander at the moment and heading with them to the crack they want to repair.
This modified man, who was almost as big as them with unusually muscular muscles, was turning pale because he had turned off his breathing mask - Lysander knew it was because of the oxygen tank he was carrying. The capacity is too small, so before arriving at the work area, he will temporarily hold his breath and walk for a while to save precious oxygen. Carbon-based biological muscles with a physique like this slave worker need much more oxygen than ordinary people.
The suffocation caused the man's eyes to bulge a little, and with the help of the faint starlight, it looked like the upper half of an alien face. A long finger of the former Imperial Fist moved imperceptibly.
That was a sign that the former Captain of the Imperial Fist reflexively wanted to attack. Of course, this indentured servant would not know that. There is almost no white on his protruding eyeballs, and the huge black irises and pupils give him an extremely strong sense of inhumanity. This mutation is the characteristic of the Son of the Void: many people have never set foot on any planet in their lives. The land of the planet, and the often lack of light on the void ship will make their pupils become like this in just a few generations - the generations required for mutation to appear are so few that it is difficult to completely rule out some unknowable influence.
Monk Nilaidoa, the living proof of their genetic origin, was still walking calmly in front of them. The group gradually descended along the winding and narrow passage to the lowest level of the orbital platform. The companions gradually dispersed from the side roads to do their work, and in the end, only Nylaidoa, Lysander and this genetically modified slave worker were left.
And the gate of their destination finally appeared in front of them.
It was a weathered ancient metal door. The gears and skulls of the Mechanicum that were once painted on it were blurred by the impact of cosmic rays and dust because they had not been repainted for countless centuries after being put into use. —I don’t know why this place was designed before, but Lysander can see the barren and dead surface of Belakarn through the iron mesh and translucent floor under his feet. A few clouds are wrapped in the wind knife that can blow away any heat and blow the white The ice layer reveals the earth beneath that is rusty red due to the high iron content.
"This is it." The indentured servant, whose name Lysander did not know, stepped forward and murmured a long prayer ceremony in a pious tone, offering the most sincere and humble prayer to the gods he knew. At this moment, his oxygen tank was finally released for use. Lysander suddenly realized that the way he saved oxygen before was largely due to this ritual.
Parogov stood aside. The former company commander swore that a hint of displeasure flashed across the face that was exactly the same as his father's, which made his heart tighten, but he didn't know who it was for or for. something.
The prayer was over. The slave worker used his rough and cracked fingers to press the door opening command. The ancient door shook off the thick dust. The three of them walked into the theoretical human being on the central axis of this platform. The lowest space that can be reached is also the top when looking up at the sky from Belakahn.
"Where is the light? Oh..." the man muttered, his voice vague. The former company commander's sensitive hearing told him that this man was groping for his bag. There might be a lamp or something inside -
“Ouch——!”
A crude axe, covered with thick rust but with an extremely sharp blade, struck the unsuspecting Lysander on the back of his head.
Lysander roared and fought with the attackers. This situation was very unusual. After all, one of the parties was a Space Marine with centuries of combat experience, and the power that came from his hands as he resisted It was so big that the former Imperial Fist couldn't even free a hand to pull out the pistol hidden on the inside of his leg.
But his skills and movements were after all faster. The Space Marine turned his head to avoid the attacks of the ax blade and teeth and prepared to counterattack. Under the faint star light leaking from the transparent plate, Lysander He felt that his heart was beating faster: the slave worker's pitch-black pupils were now shining with an unnatural yellow-green light. His already strong and deformed body, especially his abdominal cavity, was rapidly expanding, and the terrifying power was rising. He had been gifted with this once human thing while still alive and rapidly decaying, but Lysander was more worried about other infections.
Judging from the feelings they encountered during the entanglement and fight, the former company commander, who had extensive experience in unarmored fighting, smelled a very bad smell, and his hands became more and more sticky. Several times he almost He lost his balance because of the slippery and sticky limbs in his palms, but his superhuman mind did not let fear and other emotions affect his high enthusiasm for fighting. But the opponent's horny frontal bones, three sickly yellow eyes, more tentacles, and the bulging intestines that burst out of the abdomen indicate that this thing may not be an ordinary opponent that can be solved.
Finally he found an opportunity and kicked the big face with three eyes that was completely swollen and deformed like a drowned corpse, using the reaction force to put some distance between himself and this Nurgle Plaguebringer. , but the twisted flesh sprout that the opponent had just grown wrapped around his ankle.
"Life is already so hard, why don't you join us? A loving father loves everyone..."
"Spit! Die! You unclean thing!" Lysander habitually He spat on the disgusting creature - the sizzling strong acid corroded one of the opponent's eyes extremely well, and the thing howled and let go of Lysander's limbs.
But the former company commander did not take advantage of the victory and draw his pistol to end it completely.
In that 0.00001 microsecond of thinking and conclusion, he was stunned.
He stood there, momentarily off guard, as the Plaguebringer howled at him, looking like a sweet and unexpected prize for a loving father -
Electricity roared through the devices on the walls. and cables, the entire equipment room suddenly became bright and bright.
A needle filled with some kind of liquid made a loud noise in the air and plunged into the body of the Plaguebringer, who was about to undergo transformation before anyone noticed.
The thing let out an earth-shattering howl, and then began to melt into a light-colored transparent liquid from the center needle.
Lysander turned around tremblingly.
He looked in despair at the identical face of Parogov Nilaydoa and their genetic father.
"I said," Dorne looked at Lysander with a ruthless face, "you shouldn't have followed."
Gua.
Forgot to press publish (o_o)
The second update has an interlude
(End of this chapter)