Chapter 1040: Recruit Disaster
Gal Mozejie stopped outside the desecrated church. He would not disturb Tubek’s prayers.
Surrounding the Thousand Sons Wizard, the corpses were arranged in a zigzag shape, the spines and limbs formed runes, and the energy aura crackled around Tubek.
The violent colors distorted the air and scratched the space. Even Garmo Zejie, who was standing outside the ceremony circle, could feel a pull.
The aura showed pure hunger, an abstract concept trying to materialize.
Suddenly, there was a flash of light, reality screamed as it was split open by an axe, and the aura disappeared.
Tubek turned around and stepped through the circle of corpses and walked towards Garmo Zejie. The robe outside his armor was smoking, and the edges of the prayer scroll tanned by human skin were scorched black and curled in the high temperature.
Qianzi looked at the thing following Garmo Zejie, and then said contemptuously:
“Ah, a ghoul, this thing should be thrown away.”
< br>What was once Rooney shrinks back a little, looking at the outside world. His remaining self will condense into something more solid than steam, and he will remember who he is.
He would scream at what he had become, but his deformed body would not listen to him, and then everything would turn into painful disillusionment as he looked out through eyes that were no longer his.
Then he saw something coming out of the ritual circle.
It was a solid shadow, with a human shape but no features. There were only vague depressions where the eye sockets were, and the irregular structures on both sides of the head were reminiscent of ears.
The thing sped through the burning streets, leaping from flame to flame with dark grace and speed.
Where it flies, the inhabitants will obey a greater will.
They killed each other in perfect violence, chaos spread, and it moved even faster.
As if he was aware of what the creature around him was observing, Galmo Zejie gently gave him a kick, causing him to whimper and curl up like a puppy.
"It's very interesting, don't worry about it for now."
Galmo Zejie then asked:
"What did you see."
"I saw it, brother. Soshyan is being entangled by a Khorne Daemon. Abaddon's plan is going well, and what you are looking for is in the fiercest part of the battlefield."
"You Are you sure?”
Tubek nodded again.
“I foresaw what you are looking for will appear, and redemption.”
Redemption, for those who are loyal to Chaos, this is a word rarely submitted.
"Redemption."
Galmo Zejie murmured softly, savoring the syllables of the word and exploring its deeper meaning.
“Redemption.”
Tubek repeated:
“Something has come to the Pavilion.”
Garmo Zejie nodded thoughtfully, and then looked at the blasphemous ritual ring.
“The follow-up plan requires a large army to serve us. There are tens of millions of blood here. Inspire these people and let them fight for us.”
“I am already doing it. , This will take some time."
As he said that, Tubek glanced around. Figures wearing silver armor and stained with ashes and blood were standing guard at various locations, but the most conspicuous one was missing. .
“Where is the Prince of Thorns?”
"Amon seems to have found some interesting prey. I guess it's the young birds of the Astral Knights, so let him go."
Tubek snorted, and then joked:
< br>"Originally, I thought you were going to take action yourself. After all, this is a person under Soshiyang, and the opportunity is rare."
Galmo Zejie responded with a sneer.
"Their blood will only tarnish the value of my revenge. Only Soshyan's blood can erase the shame on me, only him!"
"You have to make good use of it."
After saying that, Tubek turned around and went back to continue his ritual, while Garmo Zejie turned and stared at the east. His sight seemed to be able to pass through the mountains and plains, reaching The core of his hatred.
“Yes, it’s time to take advantage of it”
——————“Keep running! Don’t stop!!”
Bahram said as he pointed his gun at the surrounding shadows.
Li Lin and Sablin each carried an injured warrior on their backs. Each of them had several horrific scars on their bodies, and the condensed blood stained the four's power armors bright red.
Half an hour ago, Bahram was intercepted by a mysterious killer just after his round with Sablin and others.
The opponent was wearing midnight blue power armor, suddenly emerged from the shadows like a ghost, and directly killed a soldier of the 11th Company. Then the furious people began to chase, but they did not expect that the continuous Falling into the opponent's trap, the two of them were severely injured, and their only result was Sablin giving the opponent a slap on the back.
“Damn Night Lord bastard!”
Li Lin cursed while carrying his unconscious comrade on his back.
“Don’t let me catch him!”
“Save some strength.”
Sablin on the side gasped:
“ He is a master of ambush and stealth. Do you think he can't kill Kai and Ogne? He injured them deliberately just to torture us and delay our progress."
Sablin was still thinking about the few seconds of the brief encounter with the opponent in his mind.
The first characteristic of the opponent is that he is fast, ridiculously fast.
The second characteristic is that he is very good at making use of the terrain and surrounding environment.
If it were one-on-one, Sablin felt that he was only 10% sure of defeating the opponent and 40% sure of surviving.
“It’s coming!”
The gate of a square building appeared at the end of the avenue. This was a bunker used to garrison troops when the camp was first established. It was abandoned due to the expansion of the camp, but its solid structure became the best shelter at the moment.
More importantly, there must be a long-distance communication device there. They must report the situation here to the battle group immediately and request support!
But before heading to the bunker, they must overcome another difficulty.
In the muzzle flash and the dancing flames, the silhouettes of the thugs were silhouetted. Those who fell into frenzy took pleasure in killing people.
Groups of thugs blocked the streets on both sides, some who were still conscious were trying to find shelter that did not exist, and others were trying to escape the battlefield and the raging terror.
Crowds of people collided in the streets, fighting, screaming, and tearing each other to pieces.
"Bahram, clear a path!"
Hearing Sabourin's voice, Bahram gritted his teeth and pointed his bolter forward.
"Get out of the way!"
This was his last warning, and then the bolt gun opened fire, and Li Lin and Sablin also fired with one-handed guns.
Soon the road became a threshold leading to a charred morgue.
Some were driven away, others were utterly enraged, having witnessed the slaughter carried out by the Emperor's Angels, convinced that the Imperium had turned its back on all, howling and attacking the Space Marines.
Stones, bones, and even saliva were slapped on Bahram's helmet. Although it could not hurt him at all, it made him feel sad and angry.
Why?
Why is this happening?
The people they were supposed to protect became the people they wanted to massacre.
This kind of anger stirred up Bahram's mind. He drew out his sword and began to chop violently.
Those people died like weeds, and none of their bodies were intact.
Shocked by the massacre, the remaining people dispersed, leaving only corpses on the ground and the cries of the dying.
The Space Marines silently put away their weapons and strode over the corpses, causing a sound of bones and flesh being crushed, mixed with faint screams.
"Wait, what is this sound?"
Suddenly, Sablin stopped.
He heard a certain sound, that sound was neither anger nor victory, nor contempt nor hatred, but something deeper.
Bahram looked around and saw nothing alive, but he heard it too.
That is laughter, endless laughter, a laughter that will paint the whole world with the color of fear——
(End of this chapter)