She was almost naked, curled up her legs, trying to hold on to the last bit of fabric.
Sabrin stared quietly, wondering if he would feel a cheerful throbbing—it was this throbbing that corroded human dignity and turned humans into beasts.
But there is nothing, not even mercy.
His gaze made her fumble in the shabby and dirty environment, and found the torn clothes blocking her. She was afraid that those who saved him were more than those who harmed him. She was nailed to a discarded bed by her unblinking eyes, and froze in place like prey in the eyes of an eagle.
Sabrin sighed lightly, unable to understand why these people were doing this.
Then he turned and left.
Sabrin left the dead, and the girl was abandoned together.
He had no intention of sending her home or taking care of her safety, because he had heard the messy footsteps and the slightest shouting, they were calling out a girl's name.
He gave the boy two minutes and then started chasing him. He knew that the other party was already depressed and would instinctively run to the safest place he thought - the cult's base camp.
Sabrin plunged into the darkness and flew around the walls to avoid the mud made of garbage in the alleys.
In some places, he ran along brick walls, almost ignoring the laws of physics, and gave prey some time to lengthen the chase, but it wasn't enough to let him escape.
He was destined to have nowhere to escape.
No one cares about it, no one remembers that a life that withered due to the torture of life and is excited by the occasional brutal stimulation is about to end.
The young man stumbled through the stinking mounds of soil, crossed the complex blocks, and ran towards his inner shelter.
He ran for about ten minutes, and the street lights appeared in front of him. A hundred meters ahead was an abandoned warehouse, which was also the location of the secret base of the Eternal Redemption Sect.
The sect has regulations that it is not allowed to trek into the headquarters and be caught to death, but the threat brought by the hunters behind him is greater than everything else.
"Help~Help--"
He rolled and crawled into the street, as if it was the safest refuge in the universe.
The young man's heart was pounding, and his breathing was churning in his throat with phlegm and vomit. His legs were as uncontrollable as rubber. Although his heart and brain screamed desperately for his body to move, he gradually slowed down.
He also felt fear from others, and their fear made him laugh when he hunted with his accomplices, chased his fellow men or those meat that could easily be chopped down and robbed.
But he didn't like it at all falling on his head.
Against the dim lights, the outline of the building in front appears very high, and the young man gasped and ran hard, but fate cruelly made the last journey to safety extremely long.
It's going to be safe soon-
He glanced behind his shoulders, and laughed boldly when he could not see the traces of the follower.
"Bad stuff! Go and eat shit!"
He made a middle finger into the darkness, and realized that he might have encountered an Astarte. If he reported this information to his superiors, he would be exempt from punishment and even promoted.
While dreaming, the young man stepped out his legs, and he was only a short distance from redemption.
A dagger-like lemon-colored beam pierced the darkness of the alley, pulling a long reflection behind each piece of garbage, and he was about to enter the light.
"oops!"
Suddenly, he fell down in the final sprint, but his fingertips had reached out of the alley and bathed in the light.
The young man gasped with relief.
He was saved—
But he did not expect that the fear in the dark found him as he reached the apex of hope.
A hand as hard as steel held his ankles and pulled him back into the darkness before he opened his mouth.
There was only a faint scream that escaped from the darkness.
But no one cares about such sounds, because they are so common in refugee camps that everyone cares about their own lives.
"Oh, your legs are quite flexible."
Sabrin shook his wrist with a smile, and the boy also swayed in his hands.
The Space Marine dragged the two of them to the crumbling roof of a house with just one hand. The young man was so scared that he was out of his mind. At first, he kept begging the weak when facing the strong, but after being rejected, the beast's instinct pressed down on his stagnant consciousness, forcing him to fight.
The young man's movements were not skilled, but they were full of strength and courage. He kept hitting Sablin's helmet and chest with his fists.
"Go to die! Monster! Go to die!!!"
However, this is ultimately a storm of a tree.
Sabrin threw the young man onto the roof, and even before being bounced up by the hard rock, he felt his ankle cracked.
The young man slid across the rough ground, his knees, hands, and face were worn out.
Then, all courage and blood were lost. He curled up in a ball, cried, and hardly dared to raise his eyes.
When he finally mustered 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 ruthless hand pressed his thin chest and fixed him to the roof.
The boy screamed, waving desperately and powerlessly at the monster that captured him.
Sabrin leaned over to his fist, and his helmet came forward without dodging.
One punch, another punch, until the young man's fist cracked.
The poor man gasped and his hands slid down onto the roof.
He finally saw the torture: the silver-gray helmet with midnight blue stripes, scarlet eyepieces, and the dazzling eagle emblem...
“Astadt.”
The young man's voice was so low that he could not even hear it himself.
Sabrin tilted his head curiously. At this moment, heavy rain poured down, and water rust mixed with blood stains flowed down his helmet.
"What are you doing here?"
The young man asked, his fear pushed aside by unusual awe—he didn't expect him to answer, nor did he guess the answer.
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"justice?"
The young man gasped, a strange and ridiculous word that was rarely heard since the invasion.
Sabrin let go of his hand.
"Tell me how many people are in your sect and what is the head's name."
The boy did not try to resist, and a strange smile appeared on his face soaked in rain and blood.
"The Emperor is a liar, you are all, you will die, and you will--"
Sabrin shook his head, stretched out his index finger, and nailed it into the young man's chest.
The near-suffocation pain swept through his nerves, causing him to tremble and sob differently.
"Say, I will make you feel more relaxed. You will never want to know how many ways I have torture people. You will be eye-opening."
Then Midnight Ghost let out a low moan, stood up staggeringly, staggered for a few steps, and collapsed in his ragged black cloth.
The man nodded in tears, and Sabrin pulled his finger back a little.
Then, while trembling, the young man shook everything he knew. Only then did Sabrin realize that this sect had developed tens of thousands of believers without knowing it!
What's even more terrible is that some bureaucrats who manage camps are also involved!
“—Please, I…I said it all.”
Sabrin stared at the begging young man and suddenly said softly:
"Now, confess—"
"What......"
"Repent to the Emperor."
"Emperor, I—"
The young man hesitated, Sabrin's palm directly fell into the other person's chest cavity. The man's limbs trembled like an electric shock, and his distorted face almost glared out.
He opened his mouth, but his throat was blocked by blood and he couldn't say a word.
In the end, the young man lost everything after a few seconds.