Chapter 240 Resurrection from the Dead (Please subscribe)
Everything ended quickly. When Soshyan and the others entered the bridge, they found that there were no other Chaos Space Marines.
But this is not like a normal starship bridge. There are no busy crew members and the ticking Thinker computer.
This place is more like a slaughterhouse, Soshyan can't understand it.
First of all, it was cold inside, freezing cold.
The heat from the surrounding pipes did not penetrate here, steam rose from the dark corners, beams of light pierced from the cracked dome, and the toxic smoke from the burning war supplies lingered in the cracks in the wall, seemingly unwilling Go in.
Soshyan smelled blood before he even walked in.
Then he saw those who were supposed to be the crew, and they were all dead.
Their bodies were obviously arranged in a certain pattern, each one still standing.
But after careful inspection, he found that this was an illusion, because each crew member was actually supported by a sharp blackened iron rod.
Thousands of people were nailed here, their bodies arranged in an apparently meaningful pattern.
The meaning of this form is a mystery to Soshyan. less On the scepter, the mouth is slack with praise and the eyes are open with adoration.
This place made Soshyan feel very uncomfortable, and with the collapse of the bridge, the ship would soon lose its ability to resist. After giving the order to stop resistance, they exited the bridge hall .
Thoshyan went first to examine the slain Chaos Space Marines.
He came to the first guy whom Sevatar knocked down and ripped off his helmet.
What caught his eye was a face as white as parchment, with a mouth full of attitude, like the face of a man-eating ghoul, with thin cheekbones, sunken eyes and A hairless scalp constitutes an unspeakable horror.
At the same time, a large number of geometric symbols were carved on his exposed skull, where the skin was peeled off, and there was a hole in the man's skull.
"I've seen the same thing many times."
Saul stood beside him, looking at the body.
"It is a totem, a symbol of their new masters, we still carry the Sky Eagle, our enemies now carry this, they call it the Eight-Pointed Star."
As soon as Soshyan heard the word I felt sick.
He looked at the opponent's battle axe. It consisted of an inscribed handle and a radiating blade, reflecting the arrangement of the dead crew members.
“There is still a problem with this ship.”
Sevita suddenly said:
"It's not dead yet."
At this moment, the dead Chaos Space Marine's head jerked up, the lipless sneer stretching tightly on his skull.
"Son of Rebellion."
A cold voice emerged from the corpse, and then a tar-like black liquid spewed out from the corpse's mouth and splashed at its feet. on the corpse.
"Fateful death is coming for you..."
"Back off!"
Soshiyan immediately backed away from the corpse, feeling disgusted and shocked.
The Chaos Space Marine began to twist, twitch, and undergo a series of bone-splitting convulsions - if he was still alive, he was now dead.
But he danced in convulsions, and a wave of black bile continued to pour out of his mouth, poisonous and viscous.
That is an impossible amount, far beyond the capacity of a body.
Fluid spurted from his eyes and ears, flowed from his nose, and spurted from his mouth as if his body were a pressurized hose.
His surroundings soon filled with this filthy liquid, forming a boiling cesspool filled with the darkest corruption.
The skull was now completely submerged, but Soshyan could still hear his cheerful incantations. The son of rebellion...
The son of rebellion...
Only the battle ax still floated on the oily liquid, its blade emitting circles of black smoke, and the iron rope wrapped around the ax handle twisted like mating snakes, stretching out like a layer of shadow. , reaching towards the corpses strewn across the passage.
“Get ready to fight!”
Soshiyan shouted, and immediately let the cold metal fill his blood vessels.
The empty realm opened around him, the whispers of laughter suddenly turned into roars of pain, and the language also changed.
Son of Blasphemy...
Son of Blasphemy...
The black ooze of protoplasm covered the blood-stained ground, like an unstoppable oil well, bubbles of unnatural material formed and burst, carrying the morgue with them The stench and buzz of a million corpse flies.
The space is filled with black smoke and miasma, which is the evil atmosphere of corruption and pain.
Suddenly, the dead Chaos Space Marines opened their eyes, their eyes like the darkest night.
They wrenched themselves from the stance that pinned them to the ground, armor cracking and flesh torn.
Soshyan didn't see blood flowing out of the big holes in their bodies. Any liquid left in their bodies had long condensed in their blood vessels, making them move stiffly, as if they had forgotten how to walk.
Or they are just learning.
Soshyan didn't know what they were, but he immediately understood their essence.
These were disembodied horrors, brought forth from the Warp by the Chaos Space Marines, now clad in dead men's skulls looking out, and he could feel their insatiable hunger.
No order needed to be issued, the horror of the situation already demanded a response from everyone.
Ta-ta-ta-!
The bolt flames tore through the resurrected Chaos Space Marines, and black smoke flowed from the exploding flesh holes in each man's body.
But wounds that would bring down a Space Marine instantly did little to slow them down.
Even if limbs fall off and bones are broken, they still move forward.
All learning and adaptation have been completed. They are no longer slow-moving souls, but strong warriors who are as agile as they were in life even in death.
Daemons squatting within the skulls of Chaos Space Marines do not take up their host's weapons to fight. Their claws and teeth are their killing tools, not guns.
The endless war in the eternal dimension has witnessed this.
But this is not the only advantage of the Astral Knight.
Soshyan shot very accurately, and every shot he fired was not wasted.
Every kill is aimed at the head.
Within each skull lies a mass of screaming darkness, a solid gelatinous mass, a parasitic malevolence inhabiting a dead man's body before disappearing in a screaming implosion of material decomposition.
He kept firing until the firing pin hit the empty magazine, ejecting the magazine, then reloading the magazine in one smooth motion.
He kept firing until his last magazine was exhausted, then drew his Holy Flame Sword.
The storm that freezes the soul is sweeping here. The shattered dark matter struggles in the wail and then disappears. They can't even return to the place where they were born.
Although aware that they had hit an iron plate, driven by desperate hunger and disgust, these warp creations still rushed towards Soshyan.
He saw hatred in the dead eyes and responded with even greater hatred.
His sword cut through the heavy armor that had lost its power. The kinetic energy of each blow would make his arms numb, but he was full of fighting spirit and vowed to crush these warp evil things.
(End of this chapter)