Chapter 461 Samokuan, you look familiar yet strange at the same time
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The... sound of the waterfall?
The sound of rumbling water rushing down the towering cliffs began to evoke memories of the Chapter's home in the comatose.
The sound of Hera...the waterfall...?
Is he already dead? Is this the feeling of returning to one’s hometown?
“Uriel!”
Someone knocked hard on the scarred bone plate on his chest. it hurts. The wounds on it that had been drilled and cut in an attempt to find gene seeds had not healed so quickly. He arched his body in pain, and his back was bruised and bloody on the rough and sharp black volcanic rocks.
"Uriel! Sir! Come back to us! Wake up!"
Along with the anxious shouting, huge fists slammed into his chest and abdomen.
With a loud "Uh", turbid sewage mixed with suspicious sediment gushed out from the open mouth of the former Ultramarines Captain. His lungs, which had been re-rescued due to suffocation and choking, once again defied mortal expectations. Medical common sense relaxed, and the squished alveoli began to repair and supply oxygen to his brain again.
When Uriel's mind slowly re-established the cognitive logic of the surrounding environment, he moved his fingers and toes and realized that he was still in a devilish world. .
All the wounds on his body announced their existence to him through various pain methods when he woke up - the earliest traumas had been temporarily repaired by the cells and membranes secreted by the Lariman organ. ——His chest rib plate was very painful and broken in many places, but the whole thing was still there. His lungs and trachea were burning due to the water, and there was a vertical cut on his back. Fortunately, it was not too deep. It should be the blade of the pulverizer. caused.
Then he blinked and found himself lying on a rock beside a huge pool, high in the black sky of Medlengard, as eternal and uncomfortably bright as burning white phosphorus. The sun was staring at him deeply like huge eyes, forcing him to turn his head uncomfortably and meet a pair of blue eyes.
"Pasanius...?"
The joyful look on the blond sergeant's face could not be concealed even by mud, "That's great... Uriel! The Emperor bless us! I knew you wouldn't give up just like that!"
He sat up slowly with the help of his best friend, while continuing to cough, "Where is this...? Where is Samokwan...?"
"He is there." Pasaniu In addition to joy, Si's voice was once again filled with worry.
Uriel looked along his fingers and couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air, which caused his damaged trachea to twitch and cough uncomfortably.
The first thing that caught his eye was the depression they were in, surrounded by mountains as sharp as dragon spines.
The lowest point here is filled with a pool of sewage, which cannot be seen how deep. Just a few hundred meters above the steep cliff that is almost 90 degrees, the black and red city walls outside Kalan-Gol can be vaguely seen, and this There was a circular hole broken halfway up the cliff. The final destination of the entire fortress's sewage was to pour down from it and fall into this deep pool, forming the sound of the waterfall that Uriel heard when he just woke up.
In front of the only steep and narrow path that can be climbed out of this small basin of the sewage pool, there is an open space close to the pool. Now Pasanius and Uriel are staying by the water, Samo Kuan stood in front of them.
What shocked Uriel was that there were many other...weird creatures in front of Samokuan, and there were nearly a hundred of them, and they looked very hungry. And unfriendly, their blinking cloudy eyes stared at him and Pasanius, especially himself. They looked at him like wild beasts that had been hungry for several days.
These creatures are difficult to describe. They will make any human observer feel uncomfortable. Although their limbs are twisted or at weird angles, sharp, skewed and huge yellow-stained claws are exposed from their saliva-dripping jaws. Fangs, too few or too many eyes and ears, loud snorts from nostrils without noses, six or more fingers ending in huge black sharp claws, and some even have more than one arm or It is a hand in the shape of a crab claw. The dark red muscles that are developed to the point of deformation move in a grid composed of pale and abnormal exoskeleton. The strangely deformed organs are constantly pulsing and crawling deeper in the flesh. Some of them are like giant apes and bears. Some were mixed with humans, while others resembled snakes, turtles, and fish with arms and legs.
The only common feature is that they all have no skin or only a little bit of skin from other corpses.
——Nonetheless, disturbingly and uncomfortably, they can still be seen as possibly once belonging to "human beings".
But as a survivor who had just successfully taken out himself and Samokan from the amniotic membrane farm, after the shock at first sight, Uriel immediately and uncontrollably thought of the people who had been sewn before them. The number of children who had gone into the amniotic bags and the way the bags operated suggested that there was a constant flow of victims.
And what they saw before at the ritual pool beside the demons who had absorbed the power of subspace to maintain the abnormal vitality of those human skin bags... so many... so many children ...
The bloody and brutal “practice” of those barbaric morticians that is more like random sacrifices, obviously, the final success rate will not be very high, and if the failed product does not die on the spot or is If they died in the sewage outlet where they escaped later...
"The Primarch is above..." Uriel whispered, now his mind was not controlled by his will and allowed him to think. And realized that he and the flesh-and-blood monsters in front of him may have a common genetic ancestor. "What's going on? What's going on now? Pasanius? Who are they or what do they want?"
The sergeant lowered his voice slightly, and Uriel saw him put his hand on his own rosary pendant, rubbing it on the breastplate where the aquila had once been.
“Although Samokwan didn’t wake up after you gave the rosary to him, the two of us actually maintained a certain body temperature in the water, and there was also a strange feeling of repulsion. This holy object seemed to be able to The water that was too bad formed a psychic protective layer or something similar that was invisible to the naked eye. Therefore, although there should be some scratches when I pulled him through the blade, we did not cause any real damage. He also woke up after coming down, so I quickly started to fish you out of the pond. You were more seriously injured and unconscious. Not long after I fished you out, those monsters came. "
" Then why don't they attack now? "
"At least some of them can speak human language." Pasanius's voice was lower, as if he was talking about something that made him feel sick or something. Uneasy blasphemous secrets.
“These monsters really can talk, they claim this is their hunting ground, for Samokan’s sake I am allowed to leave with him, but we must keep you as their meat , this is of course impossible, but our weapons were all lost when they were washed down, and there were too many of them, so now Samokuan asked him to try to negotiate with them first, and let me find a way to take advantage of it. I’ll wake you up now.”
"How does he plan to convince them?"
"I don't know, but at least he succeeded in delaying time. You see, if we want to die in the mouths of these monsters, we can now go back to back, like It's the same as the boxing training ground at Macragge Camp, isn't it?" Just as they were discussing in a low voice, a deep and loud roar came from Samokuan, and the leader of these monsters was the most powerful one. The strong one, bigger than an armored Terminator, opened its mouth like a rock grinder with three teeth toward Samokan, who was trying to gesture something. The six eyes from the three pre-fusion heads on the swollen and swollen head stared extremely viciously at the boy in front of him - although he also had no skin, compared with these deformed monsters, he had perfect body proportions, limbs and Samokwan, who has the right number of facial features and is wearing a human skin cloak, definitely looks too normal again.
"Liar! Lie! You - are not - abandoned -! Don't even think -! Lie to me -! The pampered one - eat! Eat you! Eat you!"
With the cry of "eat", nearly a hundred monsters around them all responded to the burning sky.
"We have to help him!" "This monster is too big!" Just when Uriel and Pasanius were almost too late to stop the monster's fierce attack that was inconsistent with its body shape, an accident happened.
The first claw fell on the hard black volcanic rock, clawing out seven deep ravines and splashing stone chips, indicating that these sharp claws that were once nails were by no means an empty appearance, they possessed the characteristics of organic matter. The hardness and hunting lethality should almost not exist, but the second claw that followed was caught by something and could not fall down.
"What is that?" The former Ultramarine blinked in surprise while charging. "Where did he get it from?"
A battle ax made of white bones, golden and silver flowing light and blood-red subspace energy withstood the monster's claws.
Samokuan's eyes shone with silver light like the think tank master Uriel knew, but without the cover of his skin, the energy pulsating in his body was revealed between every bone and muscle. whereabouts and flow.
The boy roared and raised the battle ax high - Uriel saw with mixed emotions that the weapon seemed to "grow" from the flesh and blood of Samokan's arm. Although it was held in his hand and swung, But the adhesion structure of bones and tendons locks the ax handle in the user's hand.
When he focused his gaze on Sommerkuan's face, he heard Pasanius growl incredulously and angrily from the side, "The blood of the saint..."
Some kind of phantom appeared on Samokan's skull, as if he was covered with a helmet with horns and sharp teeth. At first glance, this strange phantom looked like a bull's head. The eyes are like a dragon's head, and finally it feels like the head of a huge canine. The thinner hooves, claws and huge membrane wings are like a mirage formed by black mist floating in Samokan. His body seemed to be covered with a layer of black and red armor.
"That couldn't be..."
As these frightening signs emerged, Samokuan violently waved the huge battle ax in his hand. He opened his mouth and let out a war cry.
"Obeyor...die...!"
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The outer edge of the floating spire that serves as the central throne room of Kallan-Gol Fortress is a A crack hundreds of meters wide, with ever-changing orange-red to golden-red light, illuminates the bottom and surroundings of the tower that is filled with the smell of sulfur, coke, metal and something burned into soot - at the bottom of the crack, a The molten metal magma flows like a river, emitting billowing heat waves and the smell of smelting.
The atrium gate is an iron building taller than any arch on the outside. It is made of black iron juice and blood-filled stone, with canine-like spikes emerging one after another. Warrior statues hundreds of meters high are made of the same material, arranged solemnly and repressively in the wide space. In the doorway.
Lifeless steel eyes watch from the towering shadows at everyone who passes here, the surface that was once carefully polished and carved is covered with every time that cannot be fully measured for hundreds or thousands of years. The marks of bullets and axes are etched in the battles in which the fortress changed hands.
Even taller, more terrifying and oppressive than these statues are the two nightmarish Titans. The original beautiful and solemn red and copper colors have been replaced by demonic appearances and inexplicable skin coverings, with additional flesh and blood and pulsations. Their veins indicate that the condition of their interior occupants may be as integrated as their appearance, with the war-torn and broken flags of Legio Mortis flying over their bodies, the malicious glances in their metal skulls and the huge barrels in their hands. A hostile visitor pointing to the lord of this place.
Locked by the firepower of the Demon Titan and pointed at by the weapons of the Iron Warrior Guards who were eyeing here, it did not scare the Earth Ruler who was walking towards the only bridge suspended above the crisscrossing magma fissures.
Soltarn didn't even bring a guard. He came alone and stood in front of the gate.
"Toramino," he spoke, "I know you can hear me. I know the defenses of this fortress very well. I served here for many years, so don't play that wizard trick. , let me in.”
A strange and goosebump-inducing chuckle came from the mouth of a certain gargoyle statue on the eaves at the top of the fortress.
"Oh~~~~~ Soltarn, our old stone-breaking craftsman, why do you still want to surrender to me now? Wise move, you still have time to do so. If you lick the soles of my boots well If so, I will consider leaving you a seat next to the throne when I conquer Medlengard.”
The Stone Caller did not comment on this insult. "Open the door, I have something to talk to you face to face."
"Haha, I am really impatient, Soltarn, this is not elegant enough, and it is not in line with the etiquette of a noble war blacksmith visiting. But look Since we were both Olympians, I still condescend to fulfill your little wish.”
The demonic titan guards on both sides of the atrium gate seemed to have received a silent order from someone to take them into their hands. The huge weapons were lowered, and with the heart-breaking piston sound of the transmission joints, they twisted their bodies, stretched out their claw-like hands, and the claw tips got stuck into both sides of the thick steel door weighing dozens of tons.
More black smoke and heat screamed from the demon titan's power chimney, whispering the name of the lord's visitor, and the smelly power exhaust gas and suspicious ashes deposited from both sides of the door. The hinge piston fell to the ground, and with the harsh squeaking of the metal being squeezed by gravity, the door finally groaned and slowly opened in front of the visitor.
The Stone Caller slowly walked past the demonic titan that had returned to silence. The pale sunlight and the orange-red fire of the lava accompanied him into the inner hall of the fortress that had now been transformed into a ritual hall.
(End of this chapter)