Chapter 256 Valledo Incident (Part 1)
Finally, with the purification of the Unbound Soul completed, it was time for this machine to be dealt with.
"Chapter Commander, your... ability must have an effect on it, so I suggest you destroy it directly."
After a moment of silence, the priest put forward his opinion .
“It also has great uses.”
Suddenly, a lazy voice sounded from behind the two of them.
Soshyan looked back and saw that it was Savita.
"Boy, think about the function of this thing. With it, your fleet will be invincible in the subspace."
Indeed, what Sevita said is right, this The mechanical ability is quite powerful for a fleet. This is equivalent to what others say is that when you are sailing in the subspace blindly, you have your eyes open and you still know who is walking nearby.
“Think about it, it’s just a tool. The tool is not good or bad, it just depends on the person who uses it.”
"We must not use the power of demons."
Yazdan immediately refuted these words.
“This is the bottom line of the Astartes.”
“Ha, this is not the bottom line, this is called rigidity. If you knew what kind of power those loyalists in your mouth used, I won’t say that.”
“Okay.”
Soshyan interrupted the argument between the two. He stepped forward, pulled off the chain on the door, and then pushed it open.
The huge machine stood gloomily in front of him, like a crawling beast, with residual blood stains and blasphemous words still visible on it.
As the door was pushed open, a faint whisper began to echo in everyone's eardrums.
"The former chapter leader told me at the last moment."
He slowly pulled out the Holy Flame Sword from his waist, his face gradually turning livid.
The murmurs gradually turned into curses and shouts.
“There is a line between use and conspiracy.”
With a click, the Holy Flame Sword sank deeply into the inside of the machine, and the curses and roars turned into wails that continued to weaken.
Soshiyang suddenly twisted the sword, and then pulled it out. A lot of dark purple liquid suddenly spilled out from the crack, like a wound that continued to bleed.
With every breath he took, the power of the gray marrow increased. He put his hands into the crack and submerged the liquid, as if he wanted to strangle something.
Slowly, the liquid froze and began to float away like dust.
"This is my answer."
Sevita looked at him, without speaking, but spat on the ground, then turned and walked out of the warehouse.
As he was leaving the warehouse door, he met Thor, who was leaning against the door edge with his arms folded.
“So, I won.”
Looking at Sol's smile that symbolized victory, Savita cursed and then strode outside.
"Any of you are dead-headed. You are the eleventh legion. I think you are Dorn's cubs..."
Thor shook his head with a smile and continued walking. Entering the warehouse, Soshyan happened to be walking out at this time, and the two of them bumped into each other.
"Instructor Saul?"
"Just right."
Thor took out a data pad and handed it to Soshyan.
"This is the message sent by the Ascetic Chapter half an hour ago. Please read it."
Soshiyan took the data tablet and spent two minutes scanning the contents. After doing it once, my brows immediately knitted together.
"A serious riot occurred in Valedo? Several Astra Militarum infantry regiments sent to suppress it lost contact? There are suspected signs of Chaos activities, signed by... Inquisitor Marcus Ognis Lucrece."
He put down the data pad in his hand and said worriedly:
"Something happened in Valedo." 916.M41, Valedo, Ninth Parish, 4337th Infantry Regiment Defense Line
Javier is a dying man, covered in blood.
He ran as hard as he could, pushing his tired legs as hard as he could.
His lungs were burning from inhaling too much exhaust gas, but he couldn't care less at this time.
He ran wildly along the track line, with the sound of laser cutting machines and incinerators working behind him, the stamping machine stumbling and repeating the exact same work, and the crane constantly moving carriages of different specifications here and there.
This was originally a station, and it was still operating half an hour ago, until those people appeared...
The roaring machines continued to roll dust into the air, making it almost difficult for Javier to open his eyes. Open your eyes.
Everything reeked of fire and death, and tasted the same.
Maybe it was the smell of Movi's blood splashing into his mouth. He retched desperately, but still couldn't spit out anything.
The cracked face of his comrade and the splattered plasma still lingered in his mind, and his last shouts echoed in his mind.
"Shoot, you idiot! Shoot!"
Javier heard the voices coming from behind, those cultists, they were laughing wildly, using their weapons in a strange way The rhythm beats on the train carriage.
The evil-cursed scimitars and ritual daggers killed most of the people in Javier's company. The cultists slowly sliced open their bodies, enjoying their screams and laughing wildly. Then smear the blood on their bodies.
This made Javier, who was hiding, so disgusted that he had nothing to add, but he still couldn't shoot.
The defense line is about to fall, and everything is going to be over!
Click, click, click—
It was a sound like this everywhere, and it sounded so close.
Your throne, he doesn’t want to die like that, being cut open with a dagger and tortured to death!
In other words, he didn't want to die at all, whether it was to die with glory or to die miserably like everyone else.
He wants to live.
Javier started running again, and he tasted other flavors in his mouth, a mixture of dust and blood.
It was a bit salty, and the tears rolled up the dust on his face and slid into his mouth.
“Come back, poor soldier!”
The cultists behind them shouted arrogantly. Not long ago, they were all the most devout followers of the Emperor.
"It's not over yet between us!"
The sound passed through the gap between the machines and reached Javier's ears. He kept walking through the car, trying to avoid it.
The unconscious servitor still lowered his head and repeated his work, not noticing Javier running past. Most of them had been knocked down or dismembered.
It’s not that Javier didn’t think about fighting back, but he couldn’t kill anything, he couldn’t even pull the trigger.
He couldn't save his colleague Movi, couldn't save his comrades, couldn't save anyone.
He almost ran to the end of the station. The front of the last train lay on the rails, like a giant beast silhouetted in the smoke, still but terrifying.
He could hide under it, if he could run past it.
But Javier failed to do it.
His eyes were full of exhaust gas, dust and their blood. He stumbled and ran towards the target, but hit something in the black shadow and fell to the ground. The strange thing was that the collision did not cause him any pain. .
“Hey, kid, you seem to be lost.”
But he soon cried out in despair, because he bumped into something worse, something that had kept him awake all night -
A cultist covered in blood was Looking down at him with crazy eyes.
(End of this chapter)