Chapter 416 Medusa in everyone’s eyes
“Stop!! You have chosen such an honorless escape again! You don’t even dare to face the fate you deserve for what you have done. ! You coward! You despicable scum!"
The shining silver figure began to disappear into the shadows of the back room and the sunken storage deck. Screaming angrily, the speed and power of the saber in his hand did not diminish at all due to the sound of exhaling from his mouth, and his anger began to be transferred to any remaining living people in the room as the target was gradually lost.
What is annoying is that what hinders him from going to capture the betrayer is not his lack of strength, but the small space here and the too many "living people".
For example, those creatures that were rushing towards him from all directions - those loyal Fabius, large and small modified people vaguely howling Bair's name towards Fu Geli M. Ishtar rushed at him, and some even deliberately put their strongest bones under his blade, so that their muscles and bones were separated by the saber and their internal organs were splashed down like an overturned paint can. The moment was slightly longer, as it gave their benefactor half a second to escape.
"What kind of benefits has he promised you to make you work so hard for him?! What the hell! Get away! Anyone who stands in the way of my revenge will be killed by me!!"
Even with the height of such a huge and bloated cavalry-style Terminator, in front of the completely erect body of this mysterious mechanical giant, it is as small as a short man seeing an ordinary human being.
When "his" blade burning with platinum flames split open the Nurgling raised by the Death Guard Apothecary, the performance of sizzling its subspace essence instead of simply destroying it made me There was obviously a hint of uncertainty and hesitation in Horrag Singi's frightened anger when he drew his scythe to resist "him".
Could this kind of power come from...
If it was the power possessed by the corpse on Terra, then it would be too targeted for him and his friends. Horag had dissected and observed enough biological materials to know this very well. He even knew how he would collapse immediately if he lost the care of his loving father. The possibility of such consequences made him immediately shaken.
After all, the former Gravekeeper had abandoned his brothers, Mortarion and Typhons without hesitation, and came here, embarking on a path that led to the abyss in pursuit of the apothecary's craft. The goal he pursues, he cannot sacrifice his life for anyone other than this goal.
In his opinion, the Son of Horus has no plans and the World Eater has little wisdom. Talents like himself should be careful to preserve their usefulness.
And, as long as betrayal happens for the first time, it will no longer be an iron law that cannot be broken.
So in the end, amid the shrill screams of the Nurglings, the Death Guard took a step back, tightly grasped the remnants of the demon struggling and twisting under the blade, rescued his little friend, and then let Out of the space beside him.
This obvious display of arrogance caused him to be attacked by several gland hounds and vat survivors. Soon the former tomb guard had no time to think about anything else and moved towards the door waving his sickle and pistol. and got into the melee.
——————And he was still lying on the cold floor of the pharmacist’s laboratory exuding the stench of flesh and blood that could not be washed away. He curled up because of the aftermath of the pain, and because of some kind of induction, he opened his eyes wide and looked. Watching everything that happened before him was the Word Bearers Apostle Sakala.
Although he knew that his life was tightly bound to Fabius Bayer, it stands to reason that no matter how strong his hatred was, his strength would be affected by those damn things. The implants and control nodes are strictly suppressed, but he should still struggle for his physical existence to some extent. But he had no intention of confronting the descendant in front of him.
Just because he is the person who has the deepest, most thorough and most pious research on subspace skills and demonology here, Sakala thinks that he can see through the essence of "him" at a glance.
Oh, Dust of Colchis, look at him, look at such vigorous strength and body, it is definitely not from this world!
"His" distinctive and strange soul power formed a flaming phoenix with its head raised and roaring in a place invisible to the naked eye, burning around him. This incomparable shadow is now only reflected in the amber color of the Word Bearers Apostle. Among the irises, only his eyes, which have stared at countless things in the subspace, can see it!
It’s really ridiculous, look at the metal body of this god. When the Iron Hands made "him", they undoubtedly prayed piously, purely and with dark emotions, but these ignorant corpse kings worship The victims have no idea what they sacrificed or what they summoned. Their only contribution is to offer themselves as sacrifices! And Fabius Bayer used his personal experience to shout out the name that this thing once had, thinking that this was the powerful genetic father who had dedicated himself to their love and protection.
Oh, they are all idiots, fools, fools! Let you always think that subspace is a baseless fantasy! The ocean in the highest sky really exists! So are the creatures inside! So do the gods! He secretly rejoiced and smiled a triumphant smile on his face twisted in pain, based on the secret knowledge gained from thousands of years of study within the Eye of Terror with his primarch and brothers.
There is a strict distinction between gods and demons in the eyes of the devil apostles, and they do not make no distinction as outsiders think. Demons can be enslaved, summoned, countered and dissipated. As long as anyone knows the true name of the demon, they can effectively control and kill it. This is an iron law. Even the demon king cannot defy it. Of course, the summoner The body and spirit must also be able to withstand the backlash of chanting the true name. Sakala was not particularly surprised to find that none of the demon names he knew had characteristics and powers that matched the existence in front of him, but there was one god who did.
He was trembling with excitement at the miracle he had seen today.
There is no doubt that all the servitude and suffering he endured here was to enable him to witness this moment. Offered by the emotions and desires of the descendants of Ferus that were compressed to the point of being incomparably rich, they were wrapped up in the embryo sac in the supreme sky and formed. They were summoned into this world and descended into a resurrected person in a finely crafted metal body. The god fell from the alien temple into the hands of humans.
These stupid sons of Ferrus have no idea what an amazing masterpiece they have created from their boring craftsmanship. Sakala must wait until he dies or anyone or any alien realizes this. Hurry before...!
Suddenly, a sharp gaze shot towards him from the darkness above.
Like a poisonous snake stared at by a hawk, the Word Bearers apostle squirmed uneasily, trying to avoid those feet and boots, rolling himself into the shadows aside, but the gaze remained unmoved. , locking him tightly.
Some kind of ruthless inorganic voice suddenly sounded deep in his brain, as if a talking mouth had grown inside his skull. Every word it spoke shook Huaiyan. The person's brain.
Sakhara Thresi's eyes froze in motion, and the depth of the surgical sutures connecting his neck and face began to heat up.
"A ready-made slave? Very good, you will be very useful for a while."
(End of this chapter)