Garmozej stopped outside the desecrated church and he would not disturb Tubek's prayer.
Around the Thousand Son Wizard, the bodies were arranged in jagged shapes, the spine and limbs formed runes, and the energy aura crackled around Tubek.
The violent colors distort the air and scratched the space, and even Garmozejie, who was standing outside the ritual circle, could feel a tug.
The halo shows pure hunger, an abstract concept that is attempting to manifest.
Suddenly, a light flashed by, reality screamed as it was split by an axe, and the halo disappeared.
Tubek turned and stepped over the corpse circle and walked towards Galmozej, the burqa outside his armor was smoked, and the edges of the human-tanned prayer scroll were charred and curled in the heat.
Qianzi read the thing that followed Garmozejie, and then said contemptuously:
"Ah, a ghoul, this thing should be thrown away."
The thing that was once Rooney shrank a little. Looking at the outside world, his remaining self would condense into something more real than steam, and he would think of who he was.
He would scream at what he had become, but his deformed body would not listen to him. Then he looked out through the eyes that no longer belonged to him, and everything would turn into painful disillusionment.
Then, he saw something coming out of the ritual circle.
It was a solid shadow, with a person's appearance, but without characteristics. The place where the eye sockets were located was only blurred depressions, and the irregular structure on both sides of the head was reminiscent of the ears.
The thing quickly passed through the burning streets, and it jumped between the flames with dark grace and speed.
It flies there, and 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 noticed the creature beside him was observing something, Garmozejie gently kicked the other person and made it curl up like a puppy.
“It’s fun, leave it alone.”
Garmozejie then asked:
"What did you see."
"I saw, brother, Soshiyan is being entangled by a terror demon. Abaddon's plan went smoothly, and what you were looking for was in the most intense place on the battlefield."
"Are you sure?"
Tubeck nodded again.
"I foresee that what you seek will appear and salvation."
Redemption, for those who are loyal to Chaos, is a rarely submitted word.
“Salvation.”
Garmozejie murmured softly, tasting the syllables of the words and exploring its deeper meaning.
“Salvation.”
Toobaker repeated:
"Something has come to Pai Shangxing."
Garmozejie nodded thoughtfully, then looked at the blasphemous ritual ring.
"The follow-up plan requires a large army to serve us, with dozens or millions of blood here to inspire these people to fight for us."
"I'm already doing it, it takes a little time."
As he said that, Tubeck looked around, wearing silver armor, covered with ashes and blood, standing in various positions to watch, but the only one who was the most conspicuous was missing.
"Where is the Thorn Prince?"
"Amon seems to have found some interesting prey. I guess it is the young birds of the Astral Knight, so let him go."
Tubaker snorted lightly, then joked:
"I originally thought you were going to do it yourself, after all, this is Soshiyang's subordinates, and the opportunity is rare."
Garmozejie responded to the other party's sneer.
"Their blood will only defile the value of my revenge, and only Soshiyang's blood can erase the shame on me, only him!"
"That's a good grasp."
After saying that, Tubek turned back to continue his ritual, while Garmozej turned to look east, his gaze seemed to be able to cross the mountains and plains, reaching the core of his hatred.
“Yes, it’s time to grasp it…”
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"Stay running! Don't stop!!"
Bahram said, pointing his muzzle at the shadows around him.
Li Lin and Sabrin each carried a wounded warrior on their backs. Each of them had several terrifying scars on their bodies. The condensed blood dyed the four people's power armor red.
Half an hour ago, Bahram was intercepted by a mysterious killer just after a round with Sabrin and others.
The other party was wearing midnight blue power armor, and suddenly appeared from the shadow like a ghost, killing a warrior from the 11th Company. Then the furious people began to chase, but they did not expect to fall into the other party's trap in succession, causing the two to suffer heavy damage. Their only result was that Sabrin brought the other party's back.
"Damn Midnight Lord's Miscellaneous!"
Li Lin cursed while carrying his unconscious comrades.
"Don't let me catch him!"
"Save some strength."
Sabrin, who was standing beside him, gasped:
"That was a master of ambush and stealth. Do you think he couldn't kill Kai and Ogne? He deliberately injured them, just to torture us and delay our pace."
At this time, Sabrin was still recalling the few seconds he had fought with the opponent briefly in his mind.
The other party’s first characteristic is that it is fast, which is ridiculously fast.
The second feature is that it is very good at using the terrain and surrounding environment.
If one-on-one, Sabrin feels that he is only 10% sure to defeat the opponent and 40% sure to survive.
"It's coming!"
The gate of a square building appears at the end of the avenue, where the fort used to garrison when the camp was originally established was abandoned due to the enlargement of the camp, but it is strongly constructed as the best refuge at the moment.
More importantly, there must be long-distance communication devices there, and they must report the situation here to the team immediately and ask for support!
But before heading to the bunker, they have to overcome another dilemma.
Amid the fires at the muzzle and the pounding flames, the outlines of the thugs were shaking, and those who were in a state of chaos were happy to kill.
Groups of thugs blocked the streets on both sides, some people with conscious minds were trying to find refuges that did not exist, and some tried to escape the battlefield and raging horror.
Crowds collide on the streets, mixed with fights, screams, and tearing each other into pieces.
"Bahram, clear out a way!"
Hearing Sabrin's voice, Bahram gritted his teeth and pointed the bomb gun forward.
"Get out of here!"
This was his last warning, and then the bomb gun opened fire, and Li Lin and Sabrin also fired with one-handed guns.
Soon, the road became a threshold leading to a charred morgue.
Some were dispersed, others were completely irritated, and they witnessed the Emperor's angels massacre, and they firmly believed that the Empire had turned against everyone, so they howled and attacked the Space Marines.
The stones, bones, and even saliva slapped on Bahram's helmet, which could not hurt him at all, made him feel sad and angry.
Why?
Why is this happening?
The people they should have protected became the people they want to massacre.
This anger made Bahram feel excited. He drew out his sword and began to slash violently.
Those people died like weeds, and none of them were intact.
Shocked by the massacre, the remaining people scattered, leaving only corpses all over the ground and the calls of the dying people.
The Space Marines silently put away their weapons and strode through the corpse, causing a squeak of bones and flesh to be crushed, mixed with faint screams.
"Wait, what's the sound?"
Suddenly, Sabrin stopped.
He heard a sound that was neither anger nor victory, neither contempt nor hatred, but something deeper.
Bahram looked around but could not see any living things, but he also heard them.
That is laughter, endless laughter, the laughter that will apply the whole world with the color of fear—