Chapter 342 Thousand Sons
Soshiyang stepped across the threshold, and the red light was dispersed in the floating clouds, as if coming from all directions and everywhere.
After taking two steps, he saw that the bright red aura actually came from the console screens of several extremely weird abandoned terminals. There were several armored warriors lying down next to each terminal.
Others followed, and the heavy footsteps became lighter.
Soon, the team dispersed and occupied a 20-meter-wide semicircular area in the center of the command deck.
Located above it is a small mezzanine shrouded in darkness. Several steps separate the left and right sides, descending to a U-shaped secondary platform, which is also illuminated by intermittent green flashes from the malfunctioning monitor.
Several important systems are monitored by digital Space Marines, who, together with their armor, twist and lean on the place where they fell.
“What killed them?”
Soshyan walked up to the nearest one and asked.
“This is not right.”
Mark spoke as he used the searchlight on his armor to scan the darkness in front of him.
"They——"
In the dim light, the armor he saw were all dark purple. When the Soul Drinker veteran swept his lamppost forward, He recognized the symbol on the shoulder plate of the nearest corpse—a golden chalice.
“Yumenez?”
After taking a look at the other identification marks of the man, Mark let out a low cry of surprise.
This warrior is a Scout Sergeant of the Soul Drinkers.
"How come they...are all dead?"
"Weird."
Soshyan reached out to move a body, or tried to move it .
But under the touch, it was not pushed down by his hand. Instead, it shook slightly and turned around.
The communicator suddenly rang. This was a universal frequency, and an extremely nerve-stimulating scream immediately penetrated Soshyan's eardrums.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOO! ! !
“Damn it!”
Judging from the shouts and curses of the others, he was not the only one who heard it.
After a moment, the wail lowered into a long neighing sound, and then turned into a whisper.
"Run..."
Saul growled, and Soshiyang stepped back.
In front of them, what they thought was a corpse was rising, while other pieces of armor were moving around them.
The red light emitted by the display intensified, and began to flicker on and off with irregular pulses.
"Run quickly..."
The whisper in the communicator started again.
"It's eating..."
The Space Marines subconsciously formed a circle. Back to back, without exception, they aimed the weapons in their hands at the ghost figure standing up in the darkness.
Soshyan noticed that the power armor worn by nine of them was colorful light blue and red, and their helmets were also very unique in style, just like a raised cobra.
“It’s the Thousand Sons! This is a Thousand Sons battleship!”
Thor immediately recognized the Space Marines wearing strange armor.
The Thousand Sons are the 15th Legion among the 20 founding Space Marine Legions. The Primarch is Magnus, also known as the Red Devil.
During the Great Heresy, he was punished by the Emperor for violating the laws of Nicaea. In the end, the home planet was destroyed by the Space Wolves, and the survivors and the originals joined the rebel side.
After the rebellion, the Thousand Sons Legion made the Star of Sorcery in the Eye of Terror their new home base, and pledged allegiance to Tzeentch, the evil god of chaos who was in charge of change, sorcery, and magic.
In the early days, Tzeentch did protect the Thousand Sons Legion from the corruption and fragmentation that had occurred among many of the traitorous Legions.
But in the end, the entire legion fell into a serious crisis of mutation and degeneration - it seemed that this was the work of their patron saint. Fearing that this crisis would continue to develop, Ahriman, the chief wizard of the Legion, created a powerful spell to protect the Thousand Sons from the suffering of mutation. This spell was called "The Scarlet Letter".
The Scarlet Letter Spell has indeed eradicated the cancer of mutation, but the mandatory conditions attached to it are even more terrifying.
A handful of warriors had their psychic abilities greatly enhanced and became masters of sorcery.
But the bodies of the vast majority of the warriors turned into dust, and their souls were imprisoned in their previous armor forever, turning into puppets with almost no consciousness of their own - the Scarlet Letter Warriors.
When Magnus heard of this terrible defeat, he banished Ahriman and his band of wizards from the Sorcerer Star, and the Thousand Sons were torn apart into countless warbands.
The Thousand Sons are now an army of ghosts led by a few cursed ones, wandering within the Eye of Terror and beyond, seeking knowledge of witchcraft and searching for witchcraft treasures.
There is no doubt that Thor was extremely surprised by the appearance of these Thousand Sons.
As the system came online again, more lights flickered into activation, and the light they emitted was like a few cold phosphorescence in the billowing smoke.
"There is something, some kind of rope."
Mark pointed behind the body and said in surprise.
Soshyan couldn't tell what the other party was referring to at first, but when one of the soul drinkers shook and turned slightly, one hand hung weakly on an empty holster beside his waist. Only then did he see something connecting the Space Marine's armor and the console.
At first glance it looked like a twisted cable, but it seeped out from between the slits in the warrior's breastplate.
But upon closer inspection, it is actually a slippery fluid that is more biomass.
The tube itself is alive and rhythmic. From time to time, the tube bulges all the way down the curved and extending loop, pumping from the soldier to the console.
There are also mottled bloody fingerprints printed on the sign board of the surveillance terminal.
With a sudden crackling sound, the main display screen that was buried in the fog suddenly lit up. Its built-in speaker was turned back on with a ferocious roar, and a monster-like, terrifying and twisted face appeared. The screen's quartz glass plates are coalesced to form.
Soshiyang's heart was filled with an inexplicable feeling that some strange and extremely powerful existence was approaching.
Just like the waves rising in the sea when a huge ship is sailing towards the port, when you look down from the ship, you can see a Leviathan emerging.
“Let’s go out first!”
Soshyan hissed.
"This place is tainted by the Warp!"
"Wait a minute."
Mark aimed his bolter at a Soul Drinker.
“First, let’s give these people the peace they deserve, no matter what they have done.”
He then opened fire, the blast cracking his target's helmet.
Others joined in, raining down fire on their trembling former compatriots.
Howls of pain and anger echoed through the broadcast system, and Kevani also activated his heavy flamethrower, spraying out a long pillar of fire, turning a huge amplitude causing burning promethium flames to sweep across the consoles.
As the waves of fire rolled through, circuits exploded, and the screen collapsed, Soshyan's power armor recorded the rapidly rising temperature.
He looked around at the blazing bridge to make sure everything was burning.
There should be no living thing that could survive the intensifying fire.
While he was observing, the accumulated promethium slowly spread towards his feet. Soshyan lowered his head and looked down at the creeping flames, and suddenly saw a face.
Golgri's angry face, he seemed to be saying something to himself -
The flames almost burned to his feet, making him look fascinated.
“Soshiyan!!”
He didn't know who it was from, but the cry snapped him out of his distraction.
Turning his head, he saw Thor staring at him.
"This place is affected by the power of Tzeentch. Keep your mind and let go of your hatred for the time being."
(End of this chapter)