Chapter 995 Strange things in the deep pit
Thor moved in the darkness and heat, feeling that the surrounding temperature had risen again. It was obvious that his route was correct. After exhausting all methods, he finally entered secretly. This hidden area.
A few months ago, just after he went deep into the area occupied by the Black Legion and entered the huge underground cave called the Korra Pit, he discovered that the Black Legion had already arrived one step ahead and was also carrying out operations here. For some secret activities, they even built a temple underground.
He did not inform Soshiyang of this news immediately. Firstly, it was for safety reasons. After all, he was already in the core of enemy-occupied territory. On the other hand, he also planned to find out who the opponent was first. What are you doing. What exactly does Abaddon want to do with the enemy a thousand meters underground?
Suddenly, in the dim sight, he saw a body on a flatbed truck.
It was a corpse wearing armor and had been dismembered. The green color belonging to the Dark Angel was almost covered by the blood-colored luster. Thor could only identify it as a soldier of the Dark Angel Crow Wings through the marks on the body.
But the body part of the corpse is not complete, because the head is also missing, and there are only silent servitors beside it.
Thor knew that the Word Bearers would mutilate their enemies or sacrifice slaves to their gods, but their sacrifices often had a purpose.
Soon, Thor saw several warriors wearing black armor walking into the temple, and retreated deeper into the darkness.
One of them is a Chaos Lord wearing a unique cone-shaped horned helmet, surrounded by spikes, black mist and blood. Next to him is a twisted one wearing a skull helmet and carrying a scepter. Damn, Thor thought he was a bit like the Dark Apostle of the Word Bearers.
"Pack it up."
As soon as the Chaos Space Marines came in, they gave orders to the servitors.
As if out of some instinctive understanding, the servitor bowed briefly, then placed the body of the Dark Angel into a steel coffin, and then lifted him onto his shoulders together, in the chaos The Space Marine led the way out of the room.
Thor wandered behind them, checking the shadows for anyone else. For a brief moment, he suspected that he had been discovered, but no one turned around.
Keeping a certain distance from the enemy, Thor was led to a path lined with statues, most of which were twisted and grotesque.
Watching intently, Saul watched as the pallbearers prayed in front of a set of blast doors—the exact action was unclear, but their reverence was palpable—before continuing into a dimly lit room beyond.
He used the shadow as a hiding cloak and walked into the room.
But as he went deeper, he suddenly realized that this was an anatomy room.
A surgical operating table occupies the center of the room, surrounded by circles of seats, and although no one is seated, any rituals or experiments performed here are conducted in secret.
A guy similar to the Dark Apostle of the Word Bearers put on a cassock with black edges and called his assistants to move forward.
Those depraved creatures, hunchbacked and robed, slinked to the bedside.
As they lifted the scattered parts of the Dark Angel's body and laid them on top, hot radiation penetrated the silence softly.
Many years ago, maybe Thor would still be angry, but now he only feels a little cold, as if his blood has been drained and turned into ice and a layer of soil covers him.
The Dark Apostle stepped forward and approached the table. The servitors stepped back respectfully, and then he picked up an arm and inspected it.
“No brain?”
he asked, lowering the hand and turning to his companion.
"The wizard will take it away."
The Chaos Lord simply replied.
“I understand, now our omniscient Warmaster Lord wants to please an ether dweller so that it can give us some benefits.”
The words of the Dark Apostle are almost full of emotion. A contemptuous tone.
"You are speaking out of turn. You'd better remember who you are serving now."
"Yes."
The Dark Apostle turned his retort into a roar.
"Your loyalty is known, and so is your ambition."
The Chaos Lord tried to retort, but was rudely interrupted.
"Stop talking nonsense, I need to concentrate, you are testing my patience."
The Chaos Lord was impatient with his long speech, but he did not continue to argue. Instead, he snorted and retreated into the shadows. Work for each other.
Thor watched with disgust, but he was curious about the obvious divisions within the ranks of the Black Legion.
"A warrior's hand," the Dark Apostle said, stroking the corpse's palm with his armored fingers, continuing his morbid examination.
"Very strong, but I need more."
Then he pointed at the body of the dark angel in front of him.
"Open it."
One of the assistants took out a laser cutter from under the stone slab and cut out the breastplate from the front.
The gilded decoration fell off the clay and fell to the floor with a clatter, everyone ignored it.
When the assistant holding the knife retreated, the Dark Apostle inserted his fingers into the incision, groaned hard, and opened the chest of the corpse.
The complex structure of the Astartes organs is exposed, with the two hearts and third lungs recognizable to almost everyone, as well as the backside of the bony plates fused from the Astartes' ribs .
The Dark Apostle reached into the bloody darkness and pulled out an organ.
It looked like an oval kidney, or it might be a phage. The Dark Apostle looked at it coldly, put down the organ, and took out a handful of internal organs.
He threw them onto the stone slab and stood for a long time, staring at the pulled out organs and the spurting blood.
"The Dark Angels still come to pursue their own secrets."
The Dark Apostle hissed, and Thor saw his intention from this move.
Then, the warlock passed a finger through the bloody miasma.
"They believe their rebellious brother is here, and the Warmaster can take advantage of this."
"Uncoverer, where are the Astral Knights?"
The Chaos Lord asked in the darkness, and Thor finally knew this guy's name.
Corpse Identifier, he has heard of this kind of person. This is a very rare branch of the genre among the Word Bearers. They can use corpses to perform dark divination rituals, and they are very accurate.
"Not sure, unless you can get the body of an Astral Knight."
The corpse-reader once again stared at the open chest of the Dark Angel.
“The blood vessels on the third lung, there, show that they and the friendly forces are not completely of the same mind, and even he is a person who does not know his fate until his death.”
The corpse examiner's voice was full of malice.
Then, the Chaos Lord in the shadow spoke again.
"Bring in the other body."
Soon, the servants dragged in another cold body, and Thor could see clearly that it was a mortal.
About forty years old, male, naked, with obvious muscle outlines on his body, and many calluses on his hands, he is obviously a manual worker.
The corpse examiner looked at it and then picked up the knife from the side.
"Hey, you have to be careful, this is the last tribe of those cavemen. If we can't see clearly, then we will lose all the clues."
Hearing this In short, the corpse examiner was stunned for a while.
"The last one?"
"Nonsense, most of the cavemen were slaughtered by the imperial colonists, and only a few mixed into the colonists' social groups, but after a thousand efforts It took a lot of hard work to dig them out. The ancient records make it clear that they were the last people to know the entrance to the underground network.”
Upon hearing this, Thor frowned.
How did the Black Legion know that there was an entrance to the webway underground? Who told them?
"I know, I will be careful."
As he said that, the corpse examiner cut open the body of the deceased and began to dig through the complicated internal organs.
(End of this chapter)