Hearing this laughter, the hairs on the back of Bahram's neck stood up, and he hurriedly urged Sabrin and Li Lin to speed up, while he was alone in the back of the palace with a gun.
They quickly crossed the street full of corpses and entered the solid outpost.
The door of the outpost was open, and Bahram was the last one to walk in, and he immediately closed the door with his backhand.
But the moment he closed it, he found that something was wrong.
What a strong smell of blood!
"Sablin--"
He turned his head and saw Sabrin take off his helmet, looking around with his dark pupils, and erecting his fingers in front of his lips.
"Shh, look."
Bahram looked up and saw blood everywhere dyeing the oxidized steel into dark red.
The higher you go, the more blood you get, and eventually it becomes ubiquitous.
Blood is disturbing, but it is far less terrifying than the source of blood.
On a solid platform at the top of the outpost, the atrocities took place to rage Bahram.
The three men were placed around the central cylinder of the bloody stage, and Bahram had only a brief glance, but it was enough to imprint the picture forever in his soul.
The husband, wife and a newly grown daughter were cruelly tortured, and he also noticed a tiny but terrifying detail: the man was cut off his eyelids, and his eyes remained in his eye sockets. Then he realized that he must be his father and was forced to watch the death of the other two.
Sabrin was not affected by the scene, and he investigated the scene with a serious curiosity.
"This is crazy enough."
“No one with normal consciousness would do such a thing.”
Bahram gasped, gritting his teeth:
"That's why traitors must be killed! They have long become inhuman monsters!"
"here!"
Suddenly, Li Lin pointed to a wall, and the other two raised their heads at the same time.
I saw a "corpse" hanging there.
He was once a missionary, judging by the few clothes left: a white robe with a hemp rope, a sacred relic box slung over his shoulder, with golden scriptures embroidered on it.
The reason why this kind of person came to a barbaric planet is basically to sow the light of the emperor. In a sense, he is undoubtedly a brave and selfless person.
But what happened to him seemed unfair.
The robe was torn apart, and the rope squeaked around his neck as he twisted against the wall.
A wooden box was broken at his feet, and there were some burnt fragments inside—perhaps some important verses, but they had been ground into ashes.
"The Emperor blesses us..."
Bahram's voice turned low, and it was very uncomfortable to see such a martyrdom.
But that pastor didn't die here—it's clear.
Of course, signs of murder are everywhere—blood splatters on the walls and ceilings.
This is more of a business card than an exhibition, and more like a crazy scene: simple, orderly, neatly arranged.
The pastor's hands were gone, his eyes were covered, and one foot was hung on a piece of cartilage. It was obvious that the amputation was intentionally interrupted, and his internal organs had overflowed, resting on the wound that was looming and piercing through the abdomen.
All over his body, along every part of the worm-like pale body, lazily lines were drawn: flowing ripples and scarlet lightning.
At first, Bahram mistakenly thought the lines for red ink and scribble on the skin.
But then he realized that he was wrong.
Each line is a cut, handled so delicately and so perfectly that no drop of blood oozed out.
This is not crazy, this is art.
The artist did not shy away from signing his work.
Above the corpse, there was a line of words written in blood, which attracted his attention.
But this kind of text does not belong to Gaogothic language, and Bahram cannot recognize it.
Sabrin stood behind him with a strange expression, while Li Lin, who was beside him, said directly:
"I seem to see this kind of text from the company commander-"
"Shut up!"
Sabrin turned his head and glared at the other party. Li Lin then shrank his neck and realized that he had said something amazing.
Bahram then remembered that he had indeed seen such words in Talos. The company commander of the 11th Company would occasionally stay alone in the art museum to carve lonely when there was no one around. The ones he carved were strange faces. Every time he finished carving, he would carve a line of words on it and then break it.
Thinking of this, Bahram looked at Sabrin. He felt that this person who was most respected by Talos should have learned a lot from the other party.
Including this kind of text?
Noting Bahram's gaze, Sabrin sighed helplessly, then cleared his throat.
“It says—”
Sabrin turned to these words, and in his eyes, they were churning viciously.
In fact, the moment he saw these words, he was also very shocked, and immediately decided to make a familiar concept - he was not stupid, and the many signs of Talos had been observed for many years and the conclusion he had reached was very simple.
Talos is by no means a member of the Astral Knight, and may not even be a warrior of the Empire in the past-
Thinking of this, he pronounced the words loudly, each word clear and powerful.
"The pseudo-Emperor's lackey will die like this-"
He could feel Bahram staring at him, looking very anxious.
"Long live, Lord of the Night."
At this moment, a huge darkness fell from the sky—
"careful!!"
Bahram was the first to react and pounced on the left.
He sensed, rather than heard the hissing of his paws slashing through the air, right where he had just been.
So silent, you can kill yourself in one blow.
He turned over and drew his sword at the fastest speed to block the next attack. The blades in the darkness roared, bursting out a dim spark.
But he could only see a shadow.
Then, Bahram twisted his hips and stuck the crackling claw blade with his sword, but this move exposed his ribs. Then the opponent's second arm poked out like a poisonous snake, and the claw tip of his right claw pierced into the gap between Bahram's armpits and shoulder armor, about ten centimeters deep.
"ah--"
The pain spread from the shoulders. Bahram did not hesitate, but rolled decisively, spilling blood on the ground.
At this moment, a strong light suddenly burst out, illuminating the dark outpost.
Bahram turned his head and saw Sabrin throwing a flare on the platform, which also illuminated the killer's figure.
Prince Amon Carl of the Thorns stood on a wide platform, peeling unprocessed human skin stitched on a tattered robe, blood, some dried brown, and some still bright red, flowing on a marble-smooth metal shell - a set of ancient Mark IV power armors painted in midnight blue and inlaid with bronze at the edges, jagged spear tips stood on shoulder armor, metal gloves and breastplate, the Eighth Legion's iconic sniffy skeleton embraces the thorns' own coat of arms, a black poisonous rose and evil poisonous thorns.
The other party did not wear a helmet, showing his flawless face, with beautiful lines like a statue, but his posture was like an evil hunchbacked wizard.
More importantly, he has dark eyes like Sabrin and Li Lin, and his skin is as pale as a dead body.