Chapter 1020 The Punishment Has Come
Carsten’s dreams have never been better since he betrayed the Emperor and the Empress. Most of the time, they are filled with bones, blood, destructive rain of fire, and never-ending A city of embers with snow and ashes flying everywhere.
His night was a long apocalypse. Occasionally, the dream did not plunge into a sea of fire, but instead saw an angry demon coming to his bedroom.
In an even more rare case, his dream was able to escape the torture of the devil and the doomsday. He dreamed that he went to a beautiful garden, filled with beautiful creatures, which he had never even seen in his life. Invisible beauty, and he can get the greatest pleasure in it.
But this situation was the worst for him, not because of the sweet dream, but because of the despairing and devastating loss when he finally woke up from the sweet dream.
Therefore, when he, like other humans, has to fall asleep, he must seek help from outside sources.
A large part of his income was spent on buying drugs and narcotics, and alcohol was ranked as a distant but necessary third place if he wanted to fall asleep and knock himself out. It was the only resort. If he did nothing, he would have to lie awake on a dirty, cramped bed with the fear of losing consciousness.
He calls the Big Three narcotics that help him sleep as his good partners. In fact, he is a hopeless drug addict.
Fortunately for him, even after being invaded, the black market on Pavilion was still full of all kinds of drugs (that kind of drugs), and his identity as a security officer also allowed him to easily access to a large amount of contraband.
Despite their high prices, those drugs still provide many opportunities for desperate people.
Carsten considers himself a desperate man.
On that night when the sky was stained red with blood, Carsten’s memories were only death and screaming.
Only relying on those drugs can tear the dream into pieces. This is not comfortable, but it is much better than remembering it completely.
The drugs made it difficult to wake up, and thanks to them he fell asleep at the beginning of the nightmare.
“Uh——”
Carsten rolled over panting and heard someone in the corridor banging on the door with a gesture that would not give up until the goal was achieved.
Bang, bang, bang—
The sound of metal drowned out the shouting, but not enough to completely drown it out.
"Carsten! Carsten! Wake up!"
"What?"
A fuzzy, tearing feeling turned Carsten's conscious consciousness into a mess.
His mouth was dry, as if all the saliva flowed to his chest in his sleep. He instinctively wiped his face clean with the back of his hands. When he smelled the sour smell of the medicine, he couldn't help but frown.
"It's me, Dale! Carsten, open this fucking door!"
Dell is one of the few members of the sect who doesn't disgust him, but this doesn't matter Make his intrusion welcome.
Carsten groaned, pulling up the dirty pillow and covering his head.
"Stop making noise——"
The banging on the door stopped for a few seconds, and when it started again, Carsten's illusion of relief that the disturber was gone disappeared.
This time it was the sound of gold and iron, the knocking sound and the siren sounding together.
"Carsten! Get out!"
Obviously, the other party is very persistent.
"Okay, okay!"
Carsten stood up, groped his way to the door, kicked open an empty bottle on the floor that was blocking the way - maybe half a liter of fake wine mixed with a sedative and drank it. Not a good idea.
He woke up from the drug-induced sleep with difficulty, and his limbs were as limp as cotton.
The security officer tried twice, but still could not open the door, but he was exhausted.
“Yeah!”
Suddenly, the door slid open at the wrong time and a fire extinguisher nearly hit Carsten in the face.
“Why did you smash my door with this thing?”
Carsten asked in a daze.
“Because you don’t get up!”
“I don’t want to get up.”
Dale, who was wearing red priestly robes, glared at him.
"Everyone must be present, the bishop said."
Carsten squinted his eyes, it was difficult for him to see the face of the person in front of him, it was floating in all directions like smoke.
“Jesus, you’re drunk again!”
“I always, after get off work.” Carsten muttered vaguely.
“Can’t sleep”
“Wake up! Something big is going to happen!”
In Carsten’s eyes, Dale’s uncertain face finally condensed into a look of extreme horror oil painting.
He really doesn't have much interest in the sect. When he joined, he mainly wanted to get bribes from the other party, open a back door for the cult, and get some cheap drugs from the sect.
"Follow me!"
Dell didn't care about anything else, took Carsten's arm and dragged him into the corridor.
“Where are we going?”
“Where are we going?!”
Dell turned back and glared at him.
"Temple!"
"You bunch of trash!!!!"
Om Dir glared at everyone, and every tattoo on his face twitched with the rhythm of his muscles. , but no one felt his unspeakable anger.
His two biggest confidants, part-time executioners, stood beside the bishop. They did not have the same beliefs as him, but they had the same ferocious look. They were as weak and unfaithful as other believers, but they acted as The role of accomplice.
Om Dill is an illegal psyker, but his psychic powers are so weak that he can only be used as a street trick. In fact, not long ago he was just a poor scammer.
But the Chaos Invasion gave people like him a chance. He gained greater power by sacrificing the lives of others, so he was no longer willing to be a liar.
He wants to become a person who controls the life and death of others!
Therefore, he established the Eternal Salvation Sect, which attracted a large number of desperate and desperate people.
"One of our liaisons is missing, right at our door, Chris, data pad!"
The person next to him handed over a data pad, and the bishop pressed a few brass buttons Press the button, then hold it up for everyone to see.
A street can be seen in the video, and then at the entrance of an alley directly opposite the camera, a frightened face emerges from the darkness. He falls to the ground, and then reaches out to the light in front of him.
The next second, he seemed to be dragged back into the darkness by an invisible force, and the streets became empty again.
“Can anyone explain it?”
The room was filled with doubtful glances, and everyone’s chest was full of breath and they shook their heads.
"No one? No one? Okay, then."
He tilted his chin in Carsten's direction.
“Let’s see what the security officer has to say.”
“What?”
Carsten suddenly woke up and asked attentively.
Om Dill walked up to him, punched him hard, knocking the air out of Carsten's lungs, and then pushed him aside.
"I shouldn't have counted on you, a damn good-for-nothing."
Carsten curled up in pain and coughed for a while.
“I——”
“I’m asking you a question, Carsten!”
“I don’t know!”
Carsten gasped.
Om Dir raised his fist, preparing to attack again. The thugs around him were also shaking with bloodthirsty desire. Public executions were common in the sect.
But the punch failed to land, and the howling interrupted it.
At that moment, dozens of heads were swinging back and forth, looking for the source of the painful screams.
But it seemed to come from everywhere, from the corridors, from the vents, even, as if from the echo in the metal.
When the screams stopped, everyone was accompanied by strong tinnitus, but some people heard the sighs that followed:
"Repent, today is your day to die——"
(End of this chapter)