Chapter 496 Old Dream
The world is burning, but he cannot see clearly.
Thick smoke was covering the sky, but he could smell it and hear it.
The burning bodies of the soldiers inside the armor, the cracking of stones on the city wall that were roasted by hellish fire, and the ear-piercing screams.
The war has begun.
The thick ashes that swelled with the death of the huge alien swept across the killing battlefield outside a magnificent fortress. Their assault failed to break through the front line to approach the siege artillery, but the artillery also disappeared from his sight. ——Maintain endless bombardment.
What violent music.
His heart beat and danced with its thunderous melody.
Then they began to advance, violently.
The sun was scorching here, and he was sweltering in his heavy armor. The heat released by his skin had begun to blur the air.
A warrior wearing light gray armor stood aside and shouted the slogan of charge. The surrounding warriors echoed in unison, summoning increasingly powerful anger, making the heat stronger.
A flag is flying in the air.
What is that?
He couldn’t see clearly.
Then he started running, leaving everything behind him, his joints becoming hot from the continued use.
A bullet struck him in the shoulder armor, but had little effect.
He roared and looked at the flag again, the only thing he could still see through the smoke. ,
But why can’t he see anything clearly?
Somewhere nearby, a certain existence was fighting. Even if that existence was distant and invisible, it still made him excited.
For a few seconds, the smoke thinned and he caught a glimpse of bright yellow shining through the gray.
"Over there."
A voice appeared behind him, and an armored hand stretched out from behind his shoulder to guide him.
“Dorne and his heirs have done well, and our brothers have a number of good warriors.”
“Indeed.”
“Then should we? Be more perfect than him?"
The person behind said, he turned around to look, but only saw a toothy smile and a scattered blue-purple, and then the thick smoke engulfed them again.
“Okay, brother!”
Brother?
The word made him feel palpitations.
He began to laugh, his voice loud and rough, not caring about the bullets fired at him from the smoke, and then pointed at the gray.
"How about we take a sword and stab it directly into the throats of those savage creatures, eh, brother?"
The other party did not respond.
Then he began to run on his own, and the entire team issued a new charge order as he ran.
The soldiers followed him.
After passing through the smoke, he saw a tall metal tower collapsing with slow, unstoppable grace. Like a sword cutting through the thick smoke, it continues to collapse and disintegrate as it falls.
When it finally hit the ground, the impact shook the entire battlefield like an earthquake, blowing away the thick smoke and revealing the true enemy.
Ugly square faces, protruding fangs, disgusting green skin, wearing pointed helmets, sweating under the heavy armor, they look determined but fearful, standing in a row , roaring loudly in protest.
Scattered firepower came from the breached city wall, mostly live ammunition and strange energy weapons.
He held aloft a weapon that looked like a spear or a halberd, and led the team forward.
“Let the harvest begin!”
Suddenly, he yelled, infected by fighting fever. Then he jumped over the gap in the city wall, jumped over the rubble piles and the wounded underneath, and rushed towards the opponents who were still able to fight.
Roaring, I chopped off a big man's head and suddenly glanced around me.
Why? Why couldn't he see the man's face clearly?
“These greenskins are never finished, right? Even Horus suffered at their hands.”
Horus? Why say Horus -
Who is he?
But he soon put these problems behind him. He kept waving his weapon, and soon the spear tip was dyed red, slaughtering a large number of defenders.
Their formation first became curved and then collapsed.
At that moment, he heard the trumpet blowing. Victory was approaching, but the bloodshed was far from over.
He killed two enemies at the same time with a single thrust, impaling them both on his spear, and then a large man over four meters tall rushed over. Its head was covered with scars, brandishing a metal hook that looked like A handy weapon.
He dodged the first blow, and then threw a spear with his backhand and penetrated the head of the giant beast.
The enemy fell, he stepped on the hill-like corpse and pulled out his spear.
But then he began to hear the cheers of victory as the flag was raised to the sky, and all the warriors were cheering for him, and he could feel the reverence of these warriors.
They loved him so much and were proud of him.
Suddenly, that blue-purple figure walked up to him and put her hand on his shoulder.
"Brother——"
All the scenes began to fly by, and he wanted to see the man's face clearly.
In a burst of ticking sounds, the retinal display responded to his expectations.
Soshyan blinked and found that he was wearing armor and a helmet in his own room.
Did he just have a dream?
"Brothers."
There was no one around Soshyan. He wanted to greet others, and they responded, but it was very strange.
Some kind of weird laughter shot through the sound waves like a machine gun, followed by loud curses and screams.
Suddenly, the channel became dead again.
He tried several other channels, but they were all dead, all silent, and then the entire ship obviously began to speed up.
Soshyan tasted the sting of this uneasiness. The sudden emptiness of the ship was a worrying mystery, which made a wry smile creep on his pale lips.
He felt as if he was still in a dream.
Dreams within dreams sound both incredible and chilling.
“I’m waiting for you.”
A voice rang in his ears, and Soshyan drew his sword, left his room, and followed his will to the bridge.
The journey from his room to the bridge was no more than ten minutes, but the main central spine of the Unbound Soul was also empty when he passed by.
When he entered the bridge, he almost didn't recognize it as a place where he often stayed.
Although this place is still the same as before, it is a huge oval building in Gothic style, with the ceiling and walls filled with gargoyle statues or other strange carvings.
But the style has changed. A mutilated angel roars silently on the central throne, his eyes are entangled with barbed wires, while a bat-winged demon stretches its long wings. Go to the turret on the second floor.
The air is filled with blasphemy, torture and devil worship.
A throne in the middle rises high, its huge volume aimed at the tactical display screen, and above, a broken body is nailed and bound by chains.
(End of this chapter)