Chapter 202 Crow
While Soshiyang was actively exploring the ancient secrets of his family, a message suddenly came from the distant Magyar lord.
The mining world Safinius is in urgent need of assistance.
According to the information transmitted by the Astropath, Magyar believed that the alien threat in Safinius was already very serious. If this important energy production place was ignored, it would be seriously damaged or even fall.
The main force of the Ascetics is now trapped in several hive worlds and will not be able to escape for a while. The hidden dangers of Safinius are all in narrow underground mining areas. The large forces of the Astra Militarum It may be difficult to use it.
Soshyan naturally understood the importance of Safinius, so he immediately sent a request for intelligence feedback to Safinius.
The other party's response was also very timely, and the first-hand investigation report from the Ministry of Justice quickly reached Soshyan's hands.
After preliminary assessment, he confirmed that the alien threat of Safinius had indeed reached a level that had to be solved, and it might even get worse.
"The words of those bureaucrats are both true and false, and the data is incomplete."
Soshyan stood in the maintenance room, and the servants were helping him remove his armor piece by piece, while surrounding him Moving, grunting in a robotic voice.
Soshyan felt the cool air of the room against his skin as the servants removed the armor from his torso.
This time he is not the only one, Sol is also by his side.
His armor was originally a very ordinary set of power armor, but later he added a bit of purple to some hidden parts of the armor, which seemed to be remnants of past memories.
The Aquila emblem made of flat gold wire is on the surface of the plate armor, and a bolt pistol and a sword hang at his waist, their handles are decorated with corpses.
The servants are also removing Thor's armor.
Under his carapace, black wing-like tattoos and traces of the past formed geometric lines crisscrossing the surface of his muscles.
Pale scars ran across his arms, back and chest, and hair-thin lines cut into his skin.
Thor stretched his shoulders, and the feathers on the tattoo rippled.
“The ambiguous attitude of the local administrative agencies is indeed worthy of attention.”
“Did the Ministry of Justice also lie? Judging from the report, if they really encountered such a large-scale underground incident I think their survival rate should not exceed 10%, or even lower, but the fact is that they almost escaped completely.”
"I believe that the report told the truth, at least part of it. The Ministry of Justice should not have concealed much, and Safinius has never made any reports about gene stealers before. If they intend to hide something, it will be even more There is no need to reveal the tip of the iceberg at this time."
"If the top levels of the local administrative agencies have been infiltrated, then they can continue to hide it and not even issue this report, but they can. Now the situation is that this report comes directly to us, why?”
The last part of the armor was also removed, and Soshyan felt the fibers of a blouse slipping across his neck.
“Because nothing is what it seems.”
Sol's meaningful words left Soshyan a little confused.
“What do you mean?”
“We should just go and take a look.”
Thor responded, shaking his arms to stretch his muscles.
“The answers will be there.”
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Safinius Mining Area No. 14.
The shadows disperse and change along the wall in a way that challenges the possibilities of nature.
The light balls began to go out, one after another.
One of the cogitator screens in front of the Genestealer Elder cracked and exploded into a shower of sparks.
Alarms began to sound, louder than the wails in the hidden church.
The shadows continued to move, undulating and coming together to form outlines, like claws, teeth, the head of a ferocious beast.
Darkness fell with a roar from the Warp itself.
The elder's bodyguards were the first to die. Those shadows resulted in these fourth-generation hybrids that were no different from humans, wrapping them with razor-sharp death.
Their screams became strangled and choked as darkness poured into the gaping mouth, then tore them apart from within, shaking the church as it dismembered and torn them apart. The elder staggered back as the claws of darkness and nothingness reached toward him, and then saw-tooth smoke wrapped around his reading platform.
The bodyguards have fallen silent, and at the same time there are gunshots in the distance, all of which is meaningless.
The only sound now is his panicked breathing.
“The Four-Armed God Emperor gives me strength——”
The elder stammered, trying to remember the familiar holy words.
"The light of your guidance is divine and sacred, burning away all uncleanness and protecting -"
But the next second, the shadows rushed together, as if being sucked into a vacuum.
The twisted darkness became a shape, like a figure slowly emerging from the thick and entangled black mist. When the last part condensed into a shining entity, the elder's words became bitter in his mouth.
Weaving from the murderous darkness, a creature stood in the center of the church.
It is over two meters tall and surrounded by an eerie dark cold light.
Worst of all was what was looming over the thing - flayed skins, many of them broken by time, sewn together and held in place with black iron spikes.
The elder could see the withered hands, legs and torso, as well as the face with its mouth open and its eyes wide open, hanging on the thing's waist and shoulders like a ridiculous mask.
Those are their ethnic groups, and there is even a patriarch he is familiar with among them.
But they all died like dogs.
The nightmare-like existence walked towards the elder. It took long strides mercilessly, and the air around its body trembled and exuded majestic energy. Even the screen of the meditator short-circuited.
The fourth-generation hybrid elder staggered back, then tripped over the hem of his robe.
“Spare your life——”
He stammered, desperately looking for something, anything, to stop this flesh-hungry monster.
"Spare your life, no."
With a sweep of contempt, the giant used his arms to swing the platform between them across the room, and the torn power coils flashed with sparks. And it broke with a click.
The elder fell to his knees, weeping and shaking.
He had never been so scared.
This monster has been a nightmare that has haunted their tribe for hundreds of years. If it hadn't been for it, they would have occupied the entire world.
The giant leaned down towards him, its shadow covering the last remaining light ball, and then stretched out its empty hand and slowly touched the elder's forehead.
When the thorns nailed to the metal gloves pulled at his flesh, the elder felt a sting, but did not dare to speak.
Then it spoke.
"You are alone now, are you afraid?"
The elder sobbed softly, and a piece of moisture spread under his robe.
The nightmare slightly strengthened its grip.
"Actually, I don't have time to torture you, you will die quickly, you should be grateful for this, thank me."
The elder groaned as the nightmare clamped its hands around his head and lifted him up.
“Thank me.”
it commanded.
“Thank you, thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
The nightmare let out a gloomy laugh and crushed his head in the next second.
(End of this chapter)