Chapter 267 Death Cult
As a killer of the Death Cult, Malthus used his killing skills to the extreme, killing all the heretics with almost artistic techniques.
The Death Cult is a type of organization that exists within the empire. Its members express their respect for the Immortal God-Emperor through the exploration of the art of death. Many people often think that the Death Cult is a member of the Assassin Court. A branch, but in fact it has almost nothing to do with the Assassin's Court. In a sense, the Death Cult is a civil organization.
But its influence goes far beyond the private sector.
Whether it is the state religion or the Inquisition, they generally follow the same concept, that is: death and blood are the cornerstones that support the survival of mankind. Only by continuous sacrifices can mankind defeat this dark and cruel universe, and The broken body of the God-Emperor is unquestionable proof of this truth.
Under the influence of this belief, it is not surprising that Death Cults were able to flourish within the borders of the Empire.
It is the shadow of the Imperial State Church that bathes in light, and is also recognized by the Inquisitors as the most dangerous heresy.
Although some Death Cult members have gone astray, most are still devout followers of the Golden Throne.
To them, every death, every wound, every drop of blood is a tribute to the Immortal Emperor.
Their purposes, creeds, organizational forms and scope of activities may be very different, but even the most normal members of the Death Cult are more likely to fall into the abyss than ordinary people.
Despite all the differences, most death cults can be roughly divided into four branches, namely the Blood Cult, the Necronomic Cult, the Resurrection Cult, and the State Cult.
Karsus is an assassin from the Blood Sect.
As the most famous and common branch of the Death Cult, the Blood Cult focuses on the act of bloodshed itself—the art of killing and the moment of death.
Although members of the sect often display heretical behavior and bloodthirsty eccentricities, the Imperial authorities always turn a blind eye to this.
This tolerance is based on the well-known fact that members of the Death Cult have a deep-seated hatred of the enemies of humanity, and they provide an invaluable aid to the Ecclesiarchy and the Inquisition - fanatical, loyal, and highly skilled Killer.
What's more, some Death Cults are inextricably linked to the Assassin's Court.
The cruel environments of many feudal and barbaric worlds have provided fertile ground for the development of death cults, but dark and cramped lower-level hives, intrigues and deceitful noble courts, and even the steel decks of void starships also exist. The shadow of death cult.
Specialized in the deadly arts of blade, bullet, and poison, these arcane orders flourished in every corner of the Empire.
Breaking it down further, Karsus actually belongs to the Sons of Hades branch of the Blood Cult of Death Worship.
The Sons of Hades are a branch of the Death Cult in the form of mercenaries. They will put a price on each kill, and their asking price will fluctuate depending on the status of the target and the tightness of the protection.
The sect was originally a mercenary company hired to participate in the vicious trade war in the Calixis Sector.
In the process, it grew into a free society of assassins, providing skilled killers, gladiators, and saboteurs to anyone who could pay.
Although they are only loyal to what they can get in return, the organization considers each of their contracts to be sacred and inviolable - obviously, a treacherous assassin organization cannot survive for long.
So every son of Hades who betrays the contract will face the wrath of the association.
Although they fight for profit, once they encounter those heretics or aliens, they will fight like mad dogs. Hatred of the Emperor's enemies has almost become their instinct. This is also the reason for the Inquisitors Important reasons for hiring Sons of Hades.
The emergence of Karthus completely disrupted the deployment of these heretics. They became chaotic and uneasy, and Marcus decided to seize this opportunity.
“Destroy the enemy as they retreat!”
Marcus raised his family sword, the blade wrapped in psychic energy sliding through the mist and sizzling.
"Give them death! In the name of the Emperor!"
Soon, the enemy could not withstand the offensive and began to retreat towards the bunker defense line composed of forging machines.
They did not flee blindly, but retreated in an organized manner, using smoke as cover. Some held bulletproof shields to protect their teammates behind and to their sides, forming a moving line of defense.
"Chandler!"
Marcus yelled.
"Deal with those shields!"
The bounty hunter smiled and raised his double-barreled grenade launcher - this bounty hunter used to be famous when he was hanging out in the hive. He is famous for his "bad temper". Of course, this refers not only to his character, but also to the weapons he uses.
People who knew him had hid in the shadow of the casting machine before Chandler pulled the trigger. Afterwards, with a banging sound, the automatic device fired more than a dozen grenades into the shield phalanx of the Heretic Guards.
The grenade exploded almost immediately, leaving no chance for the enemy to evade. Shields and various fragments flew in all directions accompanied by fire.
Due to the thick smoke and flames, Marcus could not see the specific damage, but he could hear the sound of broken armor and bones, howling in pain, and the fragments of human tissue after the explosion. Chips also fell around him like raindrops.
"What shield, Inquisitor?"
Chandler hoisted the grenade launcher over his shoulder and shouted.
Pharsus laughed, even if it didn't sound pleasant.
“Keep going!”
Marcus stepped out of the bunker and shouted.
Then they went straight to the warehouse that maintained the workshop. In the process, the air they breathed was mixed with dust, smoke, and blood.
The heretics who were not killed by the grenade began to flee. Without the previous order, Marcus fired two shots from behind, neatly knocking down the two fleeing enemies.
Verne also advanced while firing accurately. The beam of the improved laser sniper rifle illuminated the hall, and the heretics continued to fall and die.
But while moving, Marcus was hit by a sudden round of large-caliber ammunition.
"Ah——"
With a shout, the bullet left a fist-sized dent on his silver breastplate. The huge impact made the judge dizzy and unable to aim. .
But he still saw the man who shot him, a tall and thin man wearing blue and purple shell armor, with a well-cut stone replacing one of his eyes, which was probably a sign of status among the heretics.
Then he raised the short-barreled shotgun in his hand and fired again, with a weird smile on his face.
“Damn it!”
Dizzied, Marcus raised his pistol, but before he could fire, Karthus had already rushed up from the shadows and pinned the man down. Down.
Marcus heard the sound of shotgun blasts and the cruel laughter of the Death Cult killer.
He squatted on the ground and tried to breathe until the pain subsided, and Chandler and Verne had driven away other fleeing enemies, which allowed Marcus to arrive at Karthus' location.
The heretic under him was no longer breathing. His throat was cut, the stones in his eyes were pulled out, his jaw was cut off, and blood flowed all over the floor.
The Assassin tried to pick up the stone, but the Inquisitor spoke to stop him.
“Don’t move.”
Then Marcus bent down, took out a tweezer from his bag, and picked up the stone.
"This is a kind of psychic crystal."
After looking at it for a moment, Marcus came to his conclusion.
"It is probably used for the so-called 'blessing', but it is actually used to control these unlucky people."
After saying that, he threw the crystal to the ground and crushed it with his foot.
"Inquisitor! There is a car available here!"
Chandler's voice sounded, and Marcus looked up and saw that the other party had opened the door of an off-road vehicle. This vehicle should also belong to an Astra Militarum infantry regiment.
But no matter what, at least they don’t have to walk.
"Quick! Get in the car! Let's get out of here."
(End of this chapter)