Chapter 1207 Death Company
As he walked down the corridor, Santo Joel’s mood became increasingly gloomy and gloomy.
He took the initiative to ask Ying to lead the way for Soshyan. If it were in the past, anyone who knew this secret would be killed by him, but now he is just a prisoner and a supplicant, without any choice. room.
Santo Joel gritted his teeth in frustration and activated the magnetic ladder.
The platform accelerated and carried the two people down, and the boots fixed them on the ground.
Soshiyan stood behind Santo Joel, his eyes occasionally passing through the surrounding darkness.
With the roar of the magnetic ladder, Santo Joel quietly listened to the beating of his heart that gradually accelerated with the passage of time. He loosened and clenched his fists, sketching the upcoming scene in his mind and feeling A growl gradually gathered in his throat.
The magnetic ladder trembled and stopped.
The two walked out and entered a lightless corridor.
But Soshyan paused for a moment. His enhanced vision was trying hard to adapt to the darkness, but they were unsuccessful. This corridor was wrapped in technology that could block the most sensitive auspicious omen. This darkness Thorough and thick and impenetrable.
According to Santo Joel, the deck they were walking on did not exist in official records or cross-sectional drawings. It was a hole in the ship, an untraceable place.
Nothing that happens here has any impact on reality because it never happened.
All the behaviors and behaviors of the Blood Knights here will be erased and completely swallowed by this darkness.
Soshiyan stepped forward. This place was different from other corridors. The floor was warped and dented, rusted everywhere due to abandonment, and the ventilation grille had been welded shut. The air was filled with the stench of blood and feces, and he couldn't help but think back to the stench of the blood-soaked trenches, like the stench of steaming piles of hot entrails.
The walls on both sides are dotted with hatches, each hatch leads to a small cell, most of the cell doors are open, no one is being held inside, and the broken handcuffs are where they once were The only clue.
Finally, Santo Joel stopped in front of a door, then took out a chapter ring with the Blood Angel symbol, and then used it to press the groove on the door lock.
With a slow and deliberate grind, the door parted.
Suddenly, as the door opened, a roar suddenly pierced the darkness and silence.
It was an inner cry of pain and rage, but there was something else - a hoarse roar that sounded almost feral, something Soshyan had never heard from a human throat It can make such a sound.
“Who is here?”
he asked softly, while Santo Joel stared into the darkness, seemingly ignoring the roar.
"Brother Toby Frost, commando captain of the third company."
Just when Soshyan wanted to focus the illumination beam to see the darkness inside, a roar accompanied the chains. sharp sound.
The next second, a black beast rushed towards him, but when it was close to an arm's length away from Soshyan, the chains wrapped around its body caused it to fall to the ground.
At the same time, the roars from other cells became louder and louder, as if other beasts were aware of the nearby intruders.
Soshyan frowned and turned the lighting to the ground, clearly seeing the beast inside for the first time.
This was a Space Marine - albeit not the same as the one he had known before. The demented beast in front of him was a dark imitation of the Imperial demigod warrior, with swollen veins that seemed to cross his forehead and neck. skin, the open mouth is full of terrifying sharp teeth, the irises of the eyes are only a piece of blood red, still twisting on the floor, letting out continuous roars, the black armor on the body is printed with blood-red salt stains, and the shoulders The armor and breastplate were hung with tattered and blood-stained scrolls.
Santo Joel looked at the writhing warriors on the ground and said in a sad voice:
“.He once killed two people alone in the battle of Corin System in 859.M41. Greenskin leader, killed hundreds of Genestealers and a Hive Master in the battle of the Hulk in 871.M41, and single-handedly killed one World Eater in the battle of the Goliath Sector in 889.M41. The champion was the first to rush to the Chaos Rebels' position in the battle of 902.M41."
Seeing such a distinguished warrior become like this, Soshyan also felt very sad, so he felt very sad. He turned his head and whispered:
"Forgive me for asking, what exactly is Black Rage?"
Santo Joel was stunned when he heard this, and then shook his head.
"Chapter Master Soshyan, you really asked me. I can't tell you the specific details. The only one who knows is that this is the curse left to the legion after the death of the original body, and the warriors who fell into the black rage It will return to the memory of the original body's battle and cannot extricate itself. This is the only relevant record in the chapter's records. Perhaps the dead priest can know more, but the last death priest of the chapter was killed five hundred years ago. There were no successors after that, because these things were passed down orally by the priests, so the relevant knowledge was also lost."
"This"
At this time, the warriors on the earth. Suddenly he moved, and he suddenly jumped up like a hunting beast. After the iron chains on his body were tightened once, some rusty parts could no longer bear it.
With a bang, he broke free! Toby Frost's vision was blurry.
Nothing but blur.
Tyra, this is...
No...
It's...
Tyla.
Blurred.
Enemies, brothers, blood, fury.
Betrayal, there is no greater betrayal than this. The most trustworthy brother destroyed the greatest ideal, and can only respond with the deepest anger.
The world strobes and vibrates, crimson flashes and obsidian-like cracks filling the vision, colliding in endless explosions.
The scene in front of me gradually faded, the palace wall turned into a misty shadow, and the mist dissipated between black and red.
Only the enemy remains.
Let everything sink into the deep red night.
Anger welled up from bursts of pain. Any revenge seemed too slight. They could only resort to endless punishment. The violence released in the killing was far from enough.
There is no peak in anger, there is always more, there is always another level of anger, the tower of rage rising to infinite heights.
Angry and thirsty.
He saw the only thing that mattered: carnage.
He was in Terra again, calling people who had been dead for ten thousand years to answer their words.
He is by their side but not by their side, disappearing into the boundless history. Retribution is everything.
The fury is coming.
He shouted loudly and heard his own voice, but the voice had no words and was replaced by an angry hymn.
It resounds through every reality, every delusion, and different words are melted into the same roar.
The enemy suddenly disappeared again.
Have they been wiped out?
But the anger still ignites.
The next moment, there was a vague roar amidst the noise of blood hitting the brain, the steps were sonorous, and a giant shadow approached.
When he turned his anger to the source of the sound, he saw the traitors gathering an armored force.
Protect the city wall! End the siege!
He smashed into the traitor formation. Although the number of enemies increased, it only increased the endless killings.
Justice is brought down, blood is spilled.
There was blood everywhere.
Tear the traitor to pieces.
At this time, a voice was calling him, small and distant, eager for his attention.
(End of this chapter)