Chapter 1041 Suspicion of Bloodline
“It’s here again! Let’s retreat first!”
Hearing this laughter, the hairs on the back of Bahram’s neck stood up and he hurriedly urged Sablin and Li Lin quickened their pace, while he stood behind with a gun.
They quickly crossed the streets filled with corpses and entered the fortified outpost.
The door of the outpost was open. Bahram was the last one to walk in. He immediately closed the door with his backhand.
But the moment he closed it, he realized something was not right.
What a strong smell of blood!
"Sablin——"
He turned his head, only to see Sabrin taking off his helmet, looking around with his dark eyes, and at the same time raising his finger in front of his lips.
“Shh, look.”
Bahram looked up and saw blood everywhere, staining the oxidized steel crimson.
The further up you go, the more blood there becomes, eventually becoming everywhere.
The blood is disturbing, but not nearly as scary as the source of the blood.
On a sturdy platform atop the outpost, Bahram was furious at the atrocities that occurred.
The three people were placed around the central column of the bloody stage. Bahram only had a brief glimpse, but it was enough to imprint the image in his soul forever.
The husband, wife and a newly grown daughter were brutally tortured and killed. He also noticed a small but horrifying detail: the man's eyelids were cut off, and his eyes were still in the sockets. Then it dawned on him that he must be the father, and he was forced to watch the other two people die.
Unfazed by the scene, Sablin investigated the scene with serious curiosity.
“This is really crazy.”
“No sane person would do such a thing.”
Bahram gasped through gritted teeth:
"This is why the traitors must be driven out! They have long become inhumane monsters!"
"Here!"
Suddenly, Li Lin pointed to a wall, and the other two people raised their heads at the same time. .
See a "corpse" hanging there.
He had been a missionary, judging by the few clothes he had left: a white robe with hemp rope, and a reliquary slung over his shoulder, embroidered with golden scriptures.
The reason why such a person came to a barbaric planet was basically to spread the light of the Emperor. In a sense, he was undoubtedly a brave and selfless person.
But his experience seemed unfair.
The robe was torn and the twine creaked around his neck as he twisted against the wall.
A wooden box was broken into pieces at his feet, with some charred fragments inside - perhaps some important scriptures, but they had been ground into ashes.
"The Emperor bless us..."
Bahram's voice deepened, and it pained him to see such a man martyred.
But the priest did not die here - that much was clear.
Signs of murder were everywhere, of course - blood was splattered on the walls and ceiling.
This is more like a business card than an exhibition, more like a crazy scene: concise, orderly and neatly arranged.
The pastor's hand is missing, his eyes have been covered, and one foot is hanging on a piece of cartilage. It is obvious that the amputation was deliberately interrupted, and his internal organs have overflowed, resting on the looming, penetrating on the abdominal wound.
All over him, along every part of his worm-like pale body, were drawn lazy lines: flowing ripples and scarlet lightning.
At first Bahram mistook the lines for red ink scrawled across his skin.
But then he realized he was wrong.
Each line is an incision, handled so delicately and so perfectly that not a drop of blood seeps out. This is not crazy, this is art.
The artist doesn't shy away from signing his works.
Above the corpse, there was a line of words written in blood, which caught his eye.
But this writing does not belong to High Gothic, and Bahram cannot recognize it.
Sablin stood behind him with a strange expression, while Li Lin on the side did not think much and said directly:
"This kind of writing, I seem to be with the company commander. See——"
"Shut up!"
Sablin turned his head and glared at the other party. Li Lin then shrank his neck and realized that he had said something outrageous.
Bahram then remembered that he had indeed seen this kind of writing in Talos. The commander of the 11th Company would occasionally stay alone in the art gallery when no one was around. Lonely carving, and what he carved were all unfamiliar faces. Every time he finished carving, he would carve a line of text on it and then break it into pieces.
Thinking about this, Bahram looked at Sabrin. He felt that this person who was most respected by Talos should have learned a lot from him.
Include this kind of text?
Noticing Bahram's gaze, Sablin sighed helplessly, and then cleared his throat.
“It says—”
Sablin turned to the words, and in his eyes they writhed with malice.
In fact, the moment he saw these words, he was also very shocked, and he immediately came to some familiar concept - he was not stupid, and he got the many signs on Talos after observing them for many years. The conclusion is very simple.
Talos is by no means a member of the Astral Knights, and may not even have been a warrior of the Empire in the past——
Thinking about this, he read the words out loud, each word clear and powerful.
“Let the puppet emperor’s lackey die like this——”
He could feel Bahram staring at him, looking very anxious.
“Long live the Lord of the Night.”
At this moment, a huge darkness fell from the sky——
"Be careful!!"
Bahram was the first to react and pounced to the left.
He felt, rather than heard, the hiss of claws cutting through the air, right where he had been.
It is so silent that it can kill with one blow.
He turned over and pulled out his sword as quickly as possible to block the next attack. The blade screamed in the darkness and emitted dim sparks.
But all he could see was a shadow.
Then, Bahram twisted his hips and jammed his sword into the crackling claw blade, but this move exposed his ribs, and then the opponent's second arm stretched out like a poisonous snake, The tip of his right claw penetrated into the gap between Bahram's armpit and shoulder armor, about ten centimeters deep.
“Ah——”
The pain spread from his shoulder. Bahram did not hesitate, but rolled decisively, spilling blood on the ground.
At this moment, a burst of bright light suddenly burst out, illuminating the dark outpost.
Bahram turned his head and saw Sabourin throwing a flare on the high platform, which also illuminated the killer's figure.
Amon Kal, the Prince of Thorns, stood on a wide platform, peeling off unprocessed human skin and sewing it on his tattered robes. Blood, some dried brown, some still bright red, flowed like marble. On the smooth metal shell - it was a set of Mark IV power armor with an ancient design, painted in midnight blue and inlaid with bronze on the edges. The jagged spear tips stood on the shoulder armor, metal gloves and breastplate. Eighth The Legion's iconic glaring winged skull surrounds the Prince of Thorns' own crest, a black poisonous rose and evil poisonous thorns.
The opponent was not wearing a helmet, revealing a flawless face, with graceful lines like a statue, but his posture was like that of an evil, rickety wizard.
More importantly, he has the same dark eyes as Sabourin and Li Lin, and his skin is as pale as a corpse.
(End of this chapter)