Chapter 206 Awakening
Whenever she recalls what happened that night, Faya is left with nothing but fear and regret.
In fact, apart from him, Baudry also escaped that night. He was able to break free largely because Baudry, the Mechanicus priest, had made certain combat transformations on himself long ago.
But not far after they escaped, they were blocked by the rebels.
"In the name of the Emperor, where are you going, wizards?"
The person responsible for kidnapping them was a strong, bald man, and he led the team to block the two of them in the alley.
He let out an evil laugh and walked straight towards them, followed closely by his four followers, and together they stepped through the enclosed space of the alley.
"Raise your hands obediently and don't make any unnecessary movements, otherwise I will not guarantee your safety."
"Stay still."
Baudry He took off his red robe, revealing his strong muscles and the discharge device embedded in his chest. Then he bumped his fists hard, and the finger tigers above touched sparks.
"Trash, let me know the consequences of offending Omnisiah!"
After saying that, he rushed towards the kidnappers.
"You deal with him."
The leader ordered his men, who immediately rushed over and tried to grab Baudry and pin him to the wall, but as soon as they made contact, they were all shocked. His whole body was trembling, but he was knocked to the ground one by one by the opponent's punches.
But the bald leader didn't seem worried. Instead, he rushed past them, his eyes flashing fiercely.
"He's not a wizard, so it's just you."
Subconsciously, Faya turned around and ran away.
There was almost no lighting in the alley, and he staggered through the semi-dark area, but the other party's footsteps caught up with him.
Here, he could hear Beaudry's roars during the fight, and his subsequent screams when he realized he had been abandoned.
Faya did not look back. He only wanted to escape because he knew the true identity of these kidnappers and they had no chance of winning.
But the other party caught him anyway, grabbed the back collar of his robe and staggered him.
The bald leader's scarred fist smashed into his shoulder and dragged him to the base of the wall, then pushed him violently into a pile of dirt.
"Damn monster!"
The bald leader spat and slammed his fist into Faya's stomach.
The thin priest bent down, and the air was squeezed out of his lungs. In order to stand firm and catch his breath, he instinctively grabbed the water pipe on the side, but was immediately pushed away. Go back to the wall.
"You are nothing without your master, right?"
He grabbed Faya's short black hair and forced him to look at the tunnel behind.
A monster is killing Beaudry, a purebred genestealer, and that electric shock has no effect on it.
Baudry was thrown to the ground by it. Before he stopped shouting, the opponent's huge claws had cut open his chest and pulled out the bloody internal organs.
Shame and anger welled up in Faya, blocking his gurgling breath.
"Where are your wizard powers, freak?"
The bald leader sneered, turning his head so that the two were face to face.
The scarred face looked distorted in the shadows, like an inhuman alien - which in fact he was.
“Say, where is your master hiding!”
The bald man raised his fist, ready to teach Faya a lesson.
But with an angry roar, Faya actually caught him. Sensing the crisis, the purebred gene stealer turned around and wanted to jump away, but was also frozen in an instant.
Time in the alley seemed to have frozen, and everyone's movements remained the same as the previous second.
The only exception is Falla.
His eyes burned with a strange, burning light, and his roar turned into a wild roar.
"Your soul is mine, alien bastard!!!"
Falla clenched her fist tighter with incredible strength, and the bones in his hand broke with a wet crunch. Waves of pain and nightmarish images overlapped and were pushed into the will of the bald alien hybrid.
The purebred screamed and ignited supernatural flames, turning into a dripping wax torch.
Faya then let go of the bald man—his will had been completely ravaged, and he fell to his knees, his face distorted, and his eyes dull.
He left here and walked towards his residence along the passage of memory. He knew that after this incident, he could no longer return to his original identity, but he still wanted to take something with him and There is an explanation for the three dead colleagues.
Facts proved that he was right. After being questioned by the Ministry of Justice the next day, he realized that it was difficult for him to hide anymore. He could only use unskilled psychic means to control the interrogator to release him, and then fled to the mining area immediately. .
He did not dare to take the main road and could only take a hidden path. In the process, the whimpering sound always echoed in the crowded mouse hole.
This road is very narrow, with almost no space to stand on. Most of the area can only be passed by bending down before the next expansion to larger mines in the surrounding sub-jurisdictional mining areas.
That's where Falla wants to enter, Mine No. 14.
If he was really given a choice, he would actually be happier choosing prison and shackles, rather than getting lost in the dark underground world.
But his life no longer belongs to him.
He took an old lantern from the basket at the entrance to the mouse hole, its flickering light now his only companion, and he was sure that with every passing second shadows were invading its feeble lighting range.
His shoulder was scratched by the cave wall, and after a while he had to push the lamp down into the cold, damp earth in front of him, suffocating the space.
He continued, trying not to think about the claustrophobic walls or the earth pressing against him.
He could still hear the other party's cry when he abandoned Baudry. The terrifying noise echoed in his mind along with the alien's scream.
For a moment he seemed blind, and when his sight returned he realized it was not his own.
Strange images forced themselves into his retinas, like lanky, mutated luminous ghosts, the aftershocks of a bright lightning bolt left behind.
He heard sonorous laughter echoing wildly around the dirt corridor.
There was something coming for him.
He had to get away before it found him.
He felt like he might be dying, or worse, and another sob broke out and echoed down the mouse hole.
At this time, a certain existence responded to him.
A thought broke into his mind, a fractured voice, a rattle that spoke to him in the darkest hours of the night—a strange but not entirely aggressive whisper.
Keep walking.
It urged.
"I can't do it anymore."
Faya said, wiping her nose with her sleeve, and suddenly there was a blood stain on her sleeve.
"They are coming to me."
There is still time, come to me, now, I will keep you safe.
Faya managed to obey, managed to force his tired limbs to work as he walked through the semi-dark space, he walked slowly, dragging himself without thinking, as if the suggestions in his mind had spread to his body of the rest.
What encouraged him to act was an extraordinary willpower.
Eventually, he fell out of the hole and into the secondary mine, though his body burned with exertion and was covered from head to toe in sticky plaster.
Very well, my agent, it is time to completely abandon your past identity and return to your followers.
Some kind of will drove Faya to stand up, ignoring the pain in her limbs. On the ground, there was a crow mask and a feather cloak.
Faya was stunned for a while, he didn't know if he really wanted to say goodbye to the past.
But he had no choice. The moment he put on the mask, the weak Mechanicus priest Falla ceased to exist.
He turned into a black ghost and staggered down the corridor on the ground. Before leaving, he placed the search light at the entrance of the mouse hole, but did not look back.
Behind me, the light flashed once and then went out.
(End of this chapter)