Garmozej stopped outside the desecrated church; he would not interrupt Tubek's prayers.
Surrounding the Thousand Sons Wizard, corpses were arranged in a zigzag shape, with spines and limbs forming runes, and a halo of energy crackling 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 and was split open by an axe, and the halo 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 in human skin were charred and black, curling 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."
What was once Rooney shrinks back a little, looking out at the world. His remaining self will condense into something more solid than steam, and he will be reminded of who he is.
He would scream at what he had become, but his deformed body would not listen to him, and then he would look out through eyes that were no longer his, and everything would turn into painful disillusionment.
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.
Wherever it flies, the inhabitants there will obey a greater will.
They kill each other in perfect violence, chaos spreads, and it moves even faster.
As if he was aware of what the creature around him was observing, Galmo Zejie gently gave the creature a kick, causing it to curl up and howl like a puppy.
"It's funny, don't worry about it yet."
Garmo Zejie then asked:
"What did you see?"
"I see, brother, Soshyan is being entangled by a Khorne Daemon. Abaddon's plan is going well, and what you are looking for is in the most intense place of the battlefield."
"you sure?"
Tubek nodded again.
"I foresaw the appearance of what you seek, and redemption."
Redemption, for those who are loyal to Chaos, this is a word rarely submitted.
"Redemption."
Garmo Zejie murmured softly, savoring the syllables of the word and exploring its deeper meaning.
"Redemption."
Tuback repeated:
"Something is coming to the Paiji star."
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'm already doing it, it's going to take a while."
With that said, Tubek glanced around. Figures wearing silver armor and stained with ashes and blood were standing guard at various locations, but only 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 Knight. Let him go."
Tubek snorted lightly and then joked:
"Originally, I thought you were going to do it yourself. After all, these are people under Soshiyang, and the opportunity is rare."
Garmo 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!"
"Then you have to take good care of it."
After saying that, Tubek turned back to continue his ritual, while Garmo Zejie turned and stared at the east. His sight seemed to be able to cross the mountains and plains and reach the core of his hatred.
"Yes, we should take good care of it..."
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"Keep running! Don't stop!!"
As Bahram spoke, 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 Sabrin and others.
The opponent, 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 to fall into the opponent's traps one after another.
As a result, the two of them were severely injured, and their only result was Sablin giving each other a blow 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:
"That's a master of ambush and stealth. Do you think he can't kill Kai and Ogne? He deliberately injured them, just to torture us and delay our progress."
At this time, Sablin was still thinking about the few seconds of the brief fight with the opponent in his mind.
The opponent's first characteristic 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 one-on-one, Sabourin felt that he was only 10% sure of defeating the opponent and 40% sure of surviving.
"About to arrive!"
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 now.
More importantly, there must be a long-distance communication device there, and they must immediately report the situation here to the battle group and request support!
But before heading to the bunker, they had to overcome another difficulty.
In the flash of the muzzle and the dancing flames, the outlines of the thugs were silhouetted. Those who fell into madness took pleasure in killing people.
Groups of thugs blocked the streets on both sides, some still sane people trying to find refuge that did not exist, and others trying to escape the battlefield and the raging terror.
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"Bahram, clear a path!"
Hearing Sabourin's voice, Bahram gritted his teeth and pointed his bolter forward.
"Everyone get out of the way!"
This was his last warning, and then the boltguns opened fire, and Li Lin and Sablin also fired with one-handed guns.
Soon the road turned into a threshold leading to a charred morgue.
Some were dispersed, others were utterly enraged, witnessing the slaughter carried out by the Emperor's Angels, and convinced that the Imperium had turned its back on all, they howled and attacked the Space Marines.
Stones, bones, and even saliva were slapped on Bahram's helmet. Although they could not hurt him at all, they made him feel sad and angry.
Why?
Why is this happening?
The people they were supposed to protect became the people they wanted to kill.
This kind of anger stirred up Bahram's mind. He drew 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 in droves, 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——