Chapter 1018 The Spreading Threat
She was almost naked, curling up her legs and trying to hold on to the last bit of fabric.
Sablin stared quietly, wondering if he would feel a throbbing of pleasure - the very throb that corrodes human dignity and turns men into beasts.
But there was nothing, not even mercy.
His gaze made her grope in panic in the shabby and dirty environment, and found the torn clothes in front of her. She was more afraid of the person who saved him than the person who harmed him. His unblinking gaze was fixed on an abandoned bed, frozen in place like a prey in an eagle's eyes.
Sabourin sighed, unable to understand why these people did this.
Then he turned and left.
Sablin abandoned the deceased, along with the girl.
He had no intention of sending her home or keeping her safe, because he had already heard the messy footsteps and slight shouts, they were calling a girl's name.
He gave the boy two minutes and then started to pursue him. He knew that the other boy was completely exhausted and would instinctively run towards what he thought was the safest place - the cult's base camp.
Sabourin plunged into the darkness, dodging on the walls to avoid the puddles of garbage in the alleys.
In some places, he sprinted along brick walls, almost ignoring the laws of physics, giving his prey a moment to prolong the chase, but not long enough for him to escape.
He is destined to have nowhere to escape.
No one will care, and no one will remember, that a life withered by the torture of life and invigorated by the stimulation of accidental cruelty is about to end.
The young man stumbled through the smelly mounds and over the complex neighborhoods, running towards the sanctuary of his heart.
He ran for about ten minutes, and street lights appeared in front of him. A hundred meters ahead was an abandoned warehouse, which is also the secret headquarters of the Eternal Salvation Sect.
The sect has regulations and does not allow trespassing into the headquarters. Catching him would lead to death, but the threat posed by the stalker behind him outweighed everything else.
“Help~Help——”
He rolled and crawled towards the street, as if it was the safest refuge in the universe.
The young man's heart was beating wildly, his breath mixed with phlegm and vomit was rolling in his throat, his legs were as unruly as rubber, even though the heart and brain were screaming desperately for his body He started to move, but he gradually slowed down.
He had experienced fear from others, and their fear made him laugh as he hunted with his companions, chasing fellow hunters or meat that could easily be cut down and looted.
But he didn't like it falling on him at all.
Under the dim light, the outline of the building in front looked very tall. The young man was panting and running hard, but fate cruelly made the last journey to safety extremely long.
Safe soon -
He glanced over his shoulder, and when there was no trace of his pursuer, he smiled boldly.
"Bullshit! Go eat shit!"
He pointed his middle finger into the darkness, and at the same time realized that he might have encountered an Astartes. If he reported this information to his superiors, he would Avoid punishment and even get a promotion.
While dreaming a sweet dream, the young man took a step forward. He was only a few steps away from salvation.
The dagger-like lemon-colored beam pierced the darkness of the alley, leaving long reflections behind each piece of garbage. He was about to enter the light.
“Oops!”
Suddenly, he fell in the final sprint, but his fingertips were already out of the alley, bathed in light.
The young man gasped with relief.
He was saved -
But he didn't expect that the fear in the darkness would find him when he reached the pinnacle of hope.
A steel-hard hand grasped his ankle and pulled him back into the darkness before he could open his mouth.
Only a faint scream escaped the darkness.
But no one cares about such a sound, because it is so common in refugee camps, and everyone only cares about their own lives.
“Hey, your legs and feet are quite flexible.”
Sablin smiled and shook his wrist, and the boy dangled in his hand.
The Space Marine dragged the two of them to the crumbling roof of a house with only one hand. The young man was frightened out of his mind. At first, he kept begging like a weak person facing a strong person, but he was After refusing, his bestial instinct overcame his sluggish consciousness, forcing him to fight.
The young man's movements had no skills, but were full of strength and bravery. He kept hitting Sabourin's helmet and chest with his fists. "Go to hell! Monster! Go to hell!!!!"
However, after all, this is just a fly on a tree.
Sablin threw the young man to the top of the building, and he felt his ankle crack even before he was bounced off the hard rock.
The young man slid across the rough ground, his knees, hands, and face being rubbed into a mess.
Then, all courage and blood gone, he huddled into a ball and began to cry, barely daring to raise his eyes.
When he finally got up the courage to do so, a sudden blow broke all his ribs and knocked him to the ground.
Before the blow came again, the young man managed to roll over, but a huge and merciless hand pressed on his skinny chest and pinned him to the roof.
The boy screamed loudly, swiping desperately and powerlessly at the monster that had captured him.
Sablin leaned forward to meet his fist, and his helmet met it without hesitation.
One punch, and another, until the young man's fist split.
The poor guy gasped and his hand slipped to the roof.
He finally saw the tormentor clearly: the silver-gray helmet with midnight blue stripes, the scarlet eyepiece, and the dazzling Aquila emblem...
"Astartes. ”
The young man’s voice was so soft that even he himself couldn’t hear it clearly.
Sabourin tilted his head curiously. It was raining heavily at this moment, and rust mixed with blood stains flowed from the helmet.
"What are you doing here?"
asked the young man, his fear pushed aside by an unusual awe - he had not expected the answer, nor could he have guessed to the answer.
“For justice.”
“Justice?”
The young man gasped, a strange and ridiculous word that he had rarely heard since the invasion.
Sablin let go of his hand.
"Tell me, how many people are there in your sect and what is the name of the leader."
The boy did not try to resist, and a strange smile appeared on his face that was soaked in rain and blood.
"The Emperor is a liar, you all are, you will all die, you will all-"
Sabourin shook his head, stretched out his index finger, and dug it into the young man's chest.
Nearly suffocating pain swept through his nerves, making him tremble and sob differently.
"Say, I will make it easier for you. You will never want to know how many ways I can torture people. It will open your eyes."
Then the Midnight Ghost made a burst of noise. He groaned, stood up unsteadily, staggered a few steps, and collapsed in his tattered black cloth.
The man nodded with tears in his eyes, and Sablin withdrew his fingers slightly.
Then, while trembling, the young man revealed everything he knew. Only then did Sabourin realize that this sect had unknowingly grown tens of thousands of followers!
What’s even worse is that some bureaucrats who manage the camp are also involved!
“——Please, I said it all.”
Sablin stared at the pleading young man and suddenly whispered:
“Now, repent Stop——"
"What."
"Repent to the Emperor."
"Emperor, I——"
The moment the young man hesitated, Sablin's palm fell directly into In the opponent's chest, the person's limbs trembled as if being electrocuted, and the eyes almost popped out of his twisted face.
He opened his mouth, but his throat was clogged with blood and he couldn't say a word.
Finally, the young man lost all movement after a few seconds.
(End of this chapter)