Chapter 566: Rebellion
Nearly a minute after being rounded up, on the upper level of the hive dozens of kilometers away from the starting point, the real world briefly fell apart, and a hole leading to the subspace suddenly opened.
Although this place is dotted with surveillance equipment, none of them has raised an alarm about the subspace fluctuations here.
The warp rift appeared in a scriptorium on Central Avenue, south of the Mechanicus Church.
This writing room has long been closed. Rows of bookshelves filled with manuscripts stand in many dark and lightless rooms. The smell of paint and grease lingers among the crowded desks.
Suddenly, countless papers suddenly began to rustle, and the books and manuscripts piled on the bookshelves and long tables trembled. Some fell to the ground, and some suddenly opened, as if a breeze blew by, or the hand of an invisible scholar. Turning them over.
The locked book box containing the precious classics began to shake, and the chains and iron locks jingled, as if the rebellious books trapped inside wanted to break free from the cage, turn the pages into wings and fly to freedom.
Ultimately, it seems that it is the sheer volume of text concentrated here that draws the wild gaze of the Warp into focus.
Reality was torn apart, like a fruit torn into pieces by hungry hands, with broken threads on both sides of the tear, split in two like silk, as if it were a mouth or a wound.
Then, the light surged like uncondensed blood.
The appearance of reality is split by a jagged scar, and a sharp ax sticks out from the other end.
The real space on both sides of the ax blade opened outwards like flesh and blood on the dissecting table. A foul breeze poured into the writing room, rolling the fallen papers into the air. The whole room was quickly covered by a blizzard. The pages are filled with.
Then, a figure stepped out of the gap.
He was huge and heavily armed. The battle ax in his hand shone with light, and the essence of subspace slowly dripped from the blade.
The second figure came one after another, but it was just a mortal.
He seemed unprepared, almost trembling as he stepped over the gap in reality, then fell to his knees, shaking the wooden floor of the scriptorium.
Book pages covered with text flew around him, some of them already beginning to burn.
For a mortal to travel through the subspace in the flesh, there is a 100% chance that there will be no good end, but he was unscathed, of course, thanks to the blessings of those around him.
While Sorge was trembling all over, he touched the silk scarf covering his eyes with his free hand.
It is precisely because he insisted on this that he saw nothing during the crossing, but he felt enough things.
This was definitely not an experience he wanted to repeat, and he couldn't understand how his master could accept such feelings.
When he raised his hand to take off the blindfold, the painful experience just now finally swept him away completely.
Sorge fell to the ground and began to vomit.
Foul-smelling bile spurted from his mouth and splashed onto the floor between his hands.
He lay on the ground in humiliation and gasped loudly. The burning paper fragments fell like snow flakes. The scar in the physical world behind him closed in a tremor, and the evil light disappeared.
The burning papers flying around gradually slowed down their frantic dance, falling to the ground as the breeze faded.
“This is it?”
Kayon asked softly, wiping the substance on the battle ax clean with his palm.
“Yes——”
Sorge replied with difficulty. He was still lying on the ground, spitting out the bile in his throat.
When he was about to stand up, he suddenly shivered and started vomiting again.
Kayon glanced at him, and then used spiritual energy to brush his servant's brain nerves, erasing those adverse reactions.
Sorge finally stood up.
"Thank you, Master."
He breathed heavily, trying to regain his composure. Although with Kayon's help, he still felt empty in his internal organs, and his mouth There's a disgusting smell in it.
"This place looks safe."
"That's not good."
Kayon shook his head. "It's time to go."
The two quickly left the writing room, and then hurriedly walked through the alleys of the upper hive in the thick night.
These alleys are old but well-maintained, and the drainage systems on both sides extend in all directions under the neat stone-paved streets. Occasionally, light shines through the gutter grates, and that is often the light of fire.
“There are still two hundred meters ahead.”
Sorge has been faithfully performing his duties and leading the way for Kayan.
“I really didn’t expect that the Astral Knights would react so quickly. Originally, I expected that even if they were discovered, it would take at least three to four hours.”
Along the way. , Sorge was saying some words of self-blame in an annoyed tone, but Kayon remained silent the whole time.
Suddenly, he stopped.
In front of them is the church of the Mechanicus, but in appearance, it is closer to a factory. The thirty-meter-high factory building looks like a huge starfish.
A wide drainage network surrounds the area, draining the wastewater produced inside. The intersections of those pipes are all spherical, and the foul-smelling black sewage is rippling inside.
There is no one here except for the crackling sound of the huge torch burning.
"Master?"
Sorge heard the footsteps behind him stop and turned around.
But the moment he turned around, his neck was strangled and his whole body was hoisted into the air.
“When?”
Sorge’s legs and hands were shaking, and the pressure on his neck made his whole face turn red, and he groaned. I was chatting for a long time and couldn't say a complete sentence.
Then, Kayon slightly strengthened his hand, and the opponent's bones immediately made a bursting sound.
"What price did they offer? Is it worth your life and loyalty in exchange?"
Under the helmet, Khayon's expression was completely invisible, but his voice was as cold as ice.
“You know what happens to betrayers.”
“Oh, of course he knows.”
Suddenly, a voice behind him said.
In an instant, Khayon turned around with superhuman speed to search for the source of the sound.
At the same time, he drew out his bolt pistol at lightning speed and swept it across, aiming at any exact target.
A Space Marine wearing silver-gray armor and a helmet with lightning-shaped tears on his face appeared from the corner of the stone brick pipe, with a bolt pistol in each hand.
"Sorry I'm late."
He said cheerfully, and then opened fire.
"Hello, Magnus's traitor."
Kayon only fired once, but the opponent's bullet had already hit his shoulder, completely deflecting his aim.
And the infernal bomb he fired
hit a statue not far away.
In response, the sudden appearance of the Astral Knight tore apart Khayon's body with barrage, raindrops of bullets roared in, but Khayon calmly held up a soul shield.
The rain of bullets hit the shield, and some parts exploded directly, while the other parts changed directions and densely dotted the surrounding walls.
Taking this opportunity, Sorge broke free and hurriedly dove into the sewage to escape.
There are so few tickets recently╯﹏╰
(End of this chapter)