She was nearly naked, with her legs curled up, trying to hold on to the last bit of fabric.
Sabourin stared silently, wondering if he would feel a thrill 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. She was pinned by his unblinking gaze.
Dead on an abandoned bed, frozen in place like prey in an eagle's eye.
Sablin sighed softly, unable to understand why these people would do this.
Then, he turned and left.
Sabourin left the dead man behind, along with the girl.
He had no intention of sending her home or taking care of her safety, 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 distraught 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 wall to avoid the puddles of garbage in the alley.
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 was 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 occasional cruelty is about to end.
The young man stumbled through the smelly mounds and over the complicated neighborhoods, running towards the sanctuary of his heart.
He ran for about ten minutes, and the lights of the street appeared in front of him. A hundred meters ahead was an abandoned warehouse, which was also the secret base camp of the Eternal Redemption Sect.
The sect has regulations that do not allow trespassing into the headquarters. Being caught will result in death, but the threat posed by the stalker behind him outweighs everything else.
"Help~help——"
He rolled and crawled towards the street as if it were 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, and his legs were as unruly as rubber. Although his heart and brain were screaming desperately for his body to move, he still couldn't move.
Gradually it slowed down.
He had also 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 at all if it happened to him.
Against the dim light, the silhouette of the building in front appeared very tall. The young man was panting and running hard, but fate cruelly made the final journey to safety extremely long.
It will be safe soon——
He glanced over his shoulder, and when there was no trace of his pursuer, he smiled boldly.
"Bullshit! Go ahead and eat shit!"
He gestured his middle finger into the darkness, realizing at the same time that he might have encountered an Astartes. If he reported this information to his superiors, he would be exempted from punishment and even be promoted.
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, casting long reflections behind each piece of garbage. He was about to enter the light.
"oops!"
Suddenly, he fell down in the final sprint, but his fingertips had already stretched 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 hand as hard as steel 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 sounds, because they are so common in refugee camps, and everyone only cares about their own lives.
"Oh, your legs and feet are quite flexible."
Sabourin smiled and shook his wrist, and the boy swayed back and forth in his hand.
The space warrior 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 when facing a strong person. But after being rejected, the instinct of the beast
It suppressed his stagnant consciousness and forced 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.
"Die! Monster! Die!!!!"
However, after all, this is just a worm that shakes the tree.
Sabourin threw the young man to the roof, and he felt his ankle split even before he was bounced off the hard rock.
The young man slid across the rough ground, and his knees, hands, and face were all bruised.
Then, all courage and blood lost, he curled up 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 turn over, but a huge and merciless hand pressed on his skinny chest and pinned him to the roof.
The boy screamed loudly, desperately and weakly swiping at the monster that captured him.
Sabourin 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 fellow gasped, and his hands fell to the roof.
He finally saw his tormentor clearly: a silver-gray helmet with midnight blue stripes, scarlet eyepieces, and the dazzling Sky Eagle 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 fears pushed aside by an extraordinary awe - he had not expected the answer, nor could he guess the answer.
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"justice?"
The young man gasped, a strange and ridiculous word that he had rarely heard since the invasion.
Sabourin let go of his hand.
"Tell me how many people there are in your sect and what is the name of the leader."
The boy made no attempt 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-"
Sablin shook his head, stretched out his index finger and dug it into the young man's chest.
Nearly suffocating pain swept through his nerves, causing him to tremble and sob in different ways.
"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 let out a low groan, stood up unsteadily, staggered a few steps, and collapsed in his tattered black cloth.
The man nodded with tears streaming down his face, and Sabourin withdrew his fingers slightly.
Then, while trembling, the young man revealed everything he knew. Only then did Sablin 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...I said it all."
Sablin stared at the pleading young man and suddenly said softly:
"Now, repent—"
"What......"
"Repent to the Emperor."
"Emperor, I——"
The moment the young man hesitated, Sabourin's palm dug directly into the other person's chest. The man's limbs trembled as if he was being electrocuted, and his 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.