Chapter 292 Psychic Vision
The atmosphere at night is very strange.
Yarrick stood on the east wall of the fortress, staring at the jungle.
He had been standing there for half an hour, trying to figure out what was bothering him.
Darkness not only covered the ground, but also the sky was dark, as if all the stars had died.
When he realized that someone was vaguely visible to his right, he turned around and saw a tall figure striding towards him.
That was an Astartes wearing Terminator armor.
When he walked, the entire protective wall seemed to tremble. If a warrior's requirements are strength and rationality, then he has both.
Arrick felt more and more that this night was unusual.
"Commissar Yarik."
Sosh Yang greeted him.
"Good evening, my lord."
He originally wanted to talk to Yaric about the handling of some issues after the war, and some of his personal arrangements for Yaric—— Try to get him off the battlefield at the end of the war if possible.
But after walking to the other party, he felt a thin energy surrounding the young political commissar.
Soshiyang immediately judged that the other party must have experienced some psychic phenomena - this was not a good sign.
Many soldiers infected with the aura of Chaos will experience psychic visions before going crazy, such as visions or auditory hallucinations, and most of the time mortal will cannot resist these visions.
"What are you looking at? Could you please reveal it."
Yarrick chose his reply carefully, doing so out of responsibility rather than evasion.
He would neither hide nor equivocate from the great warrior who had saved him - he was struggling with a frustrating ambiguity.
“I’m not sure.”
He struggled to formulate appropriate language.
“There is a hint of smell in the air that I can’t identify.”
“We are on a humid planet, and given the abundance of life, a few smells and flavors mixed in are not enough Strange, even for us."
"Are you experiencing the same thing, Chapter Leader Soshiyang?"
"My perception is different from that of most people. .”
Sosh Yang said it without hesitation, as if it was a common thing.
Arik hesitated for a moment, then decided on his explanation which was not easy to accept.
“The air smells of blood.”
“Of course, we have all witnessed the cruelty of this planet.”
“But there is something beneath the smell of blood, I have never encountered this before”
Sosh Yang was silent for a while. Then he said:
“Describe it”
“I wish I could.”
Arik closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the stench of the night.
“This smell means nothing.”
He then stopped again.
What am I saying, that's wrong.
Yarrick had doubts about his senses in his heart. Since leaving the battlefield, he seemed to have become a little suspicious, which was not a good sign.
What’s below? Except for blood, but related to it, it does have a taste, it tastes...
Suddenly, he broke through the sensory disguise and fell into an impossible abyss.
"It tastes like shadows."
Yarrick gasped, shadows filling his throat.
He tried to expel them by coughing, he couldn't shake the thought.
"Are you okay?"
Arik could barely hear him.
"I feel the smell of death."
He didn't know if he said it loudly.
Shadows and whispers permeate the whole world, they exist in a hell full of fragrance, and something is struggling in the smoke clinging to the shadows. It is impossible to see what has shaped them and cannot see Figure out their shapes.
Because Yarrick didn't actually hear the whispers and couldn't understand them.
He was only aware of the outlines of the language, as well as the malice and stench in the language - a stench that could not be understood by any reason.
It lingered outside his awareness. There is a shape that sounds like the laughter of prey and the scream of a planet.
As his knees began to buckle, Soshyan held his arms.
A strange buzzing sound surrounded him, which seemed to come from his own body - the sound kept repeating something.
After a while, Alex realized that it was his own name.
When he realized that he seemed to be a little abnormal, the fanaticism and fearlessness on the battlefield returned to his body like a ray of sunshine.
Reality became reliable again, and his senses corrected himself, allowing him to straighten his back.
"I don't know what happened-"
Arek muttered.
"I'm not a psyker"
Soshiyang stared at him with a scrutinizing gaze. After a long time, until Yrick's neck felt a little hairy, he said:
"Think clearly about where we are now, political commissar, the barrier between reality and subspace. It's very thin here, and we can't be surprised by the impact of subspace invasion, but it would be a shame if we gave in. "
"But I won't give in! Whisper..."
Soshyan interrupted him immediately.
"There were no whispers, I heard nothing... Yarrick, you have withstood the test on the battlefield. I believe that your loyalty to the Emperor and the Empire is extremely firm. From what I met Starting from you, all mortals showed signs of wavering, but you did not. I believe this is a revelation."
I am really not as great as you think, Mr. Chapter Master.
Arrick sighed secretly in his heart.
But then he threw those thoughts away.
Soshyan was right, he reacted like those who wavered, but he knew clearly that he would not waver.
Perhaps to be more specific, this should be uneasiness or some kind of premonition?
Not a single whisper.
Arik lowered his head, and there was no shadow under his tongue. The most important thing was that nothing evil happened here.
“Maybe you are nervous because of the appearance of the judge.”
Sushyan suddenly changed the subject.
“But I’ll make sure you’re okay.”
Alex raised his head, and he heard something else from these words.
In fact, as a political commissar, he is not completely unaware of the current situation. After encountering such horror, how good can their outcome be?
It’s just that Alex doesn’t want to think about these things.
"My lord——"
As soon as he said two words, someone suddenly started screaming.
"What——"
For a while, Private Arthur thought the scream was his own.
His mouth was still open, his hands were pressed on his ears, and his eyes were closed tightly in the darkness.
But he could still feel the rustle of a million insects, could feel the breath molding filth and words on his lips - and of course there would be a scream.
But upon closer inspection, the voice was not his.
His throat was tightly locked with an almost invisible fear.
Arthur felt eyes wandering over him, it was no more important than a thought, maybe that was all.
But an idea can be very dangerous, and it was thoughts and other things that kept him immobile.
The thought sliced through his flesh like claws, making his heart cold.
This is not his idea, nor anyone else's idea, but it comes from something that clearly knows the desires and fears in the hearts of men and women, knowing the specific shapes, details, and tastes.
It knows them so well, as if it was born out of these things.
Arthur immediately gasped out of his tight throat and let out a small, high-pitched whimper.
Something lingered in his mind for a while, and then disappeared.
He didn't know where it had gone, except that it no longer tempted him to open his eyes and let madness take over him.
But there are still people looking around, because there are still people screaming, there are people seeing things that are not there - it exists as a concept, and that is enough.
Arthur strained his ears and listened carefully.
The voice was that of a male, sounding more like an animal than a human being, and the man kept screaming without stopping to take a breath.
Then Arthur heard running footsteps.
(End of this chapter)