As she stepped on the corridor, Santo Joel's mood became more and more gloomy and dark.
He volunteered to lead the way for Soshiyang. If it were in the past, anyone who knew this secret would be killed by him, but now he is just a prisoner and a pleader, and has no choice.
Santo Joel gritted his teeth in frustration and activated the magnetic ladder.
The platform accelerated the two men down, and the battle boots fixed them to the ground.
Soshyan stood behind Santo Joel, his eyes occasionally swept through the darkness around him.
With the roar of the magnetic ladder, Santo Joel quietly listened to his heart pulsation gradually accelerating with the passage of time. His fists loosened and clamped, his mind outlined the upcoming picture, and felt the roar gradually condensed in his throat.
The magnetic ladder trembled and stopped.
The two walked out and stepped into a light-free corridor.
But Soshyan paused for a moment, his enhanced vision was trying to adapt to the darkness, but they did not succeed, and the corridor was wrapped in technology enough to shield the sharpest bird, the darkness was completely and thick and impenetrable.
According to Santo Joel, the deck they were walking on did not exist in official records or cross-sectional drawings. It was a hollow and untraceable place on the ship.
Nothing happens here can have any effect on reality, because they have never happened.
All the behaviors and behaviors that the Blood Knights have produced here will be erased and completely swallowed by this darkness.
Soshiyan stepped forward, unlike other corridors, the floor was warped and sunken, and rusted everywhere due to abandonment, and the trench was welded and closed. The air was filled with the stench of blood and feces, and he couldn't help but recall the trenches soaked in blood, as if the stench of steamed internal organs was steamed.
The walls on both sides are dotted with hatches, each leading to a small cell, most of which are open and no one is held inside, and broken handcuffs are the only clues that they once existed.
Finally, Santo Joel stopped in front of a door, then took out a seal ring with the Blood Angel logo, and pressed the groove on the door lock.
With the slow and deliberate grinding, the doors separated.
Suddenly, as the door opened, a roar suddenly pierced through the darkness and silence.
It was a cry of pain and anger in the heart, but there was something else—a hoarse roar that sounded almost wild, and Soshyan had never heard a sound from a person's throat.
“Who is here?”
He asked softly, while Santo Joel stared at the darkness, seemingly turning a deaf ear to the roar.
"Brothers Toby Frost, the commando captain of the third company."
Just as Soshiyan wanted to focus on the lighting beam to see the darkness inside, a roar was accompanied by the sharp sound of the chains.
The next second, a black beast rushed towards him, but as he approached Soshiyang's arm, the chains wrapped around him made him fall to the ground.
At the same time, the roars in other cells became louder and louder, as if other beasts also noticed the intruders nearby.
Soshyang frowned and turned the lighting to the ground, and for the first time he clearly saw the beast inside.
This is a Space Marine—although he didn't know before, the demented beast in front of him was a dark imitation of the Imperial Demigod Warrior, the swollen veins were as if they were about to pass through the skin of the forehead and neck, the wide mouth was full of terrifying sharp teeth, the iris of the eyes were blood-red, and they were still twisting on the floor, making continuous roars, the black armor on its body was covered with blood-red salt stains, and the shoulder and breastplate were ragged and blood-stained scrolls.
Santo Joel looked at the warriors twisting on the ground and said in a sad voice:
"... He killed two green-skinned bosses alone in the 859.M41 fight against the Colin galaxy, killed hundreds of gene thieves and a nest owner in the 871.M41 fight against one of the champions of the World-Eater in the 889.M41 fights against the Goliath zone, and is the first to rush to the Chaos Rebels position in the 902.M41 fight against the battle against the 902.M41."
Seeing such a great warrior become like this, Soshiyang felt very sad, so he turned his head and whispered:
"I'm sorry, I'll ask, what exactly is Black Rage?"
Santo Joel was stunned when he heard this, then shook his head.
"Captain Soshiyang, you really asked me...I can't tell the details in the details. The only thing I know is this curse left to the legion after the Primarch passed away. The warrior who fell into black rage will return to the memory of the Primarch fighting and cannot extricate himself. This is the only relevant record in the battle record. Perhaps the dead priest can know more, but... the last dead priest in the battle group was killed five hundred years ago, and there was no heir since then, because these things were passed down by the priests, so the relevant knowledge was also lost."
"this........"
It was at this moment that the warrior on the ground suddenly moved, and he suddenly rushed up like a hunting beast. After the iron chains on his body were tightened, some rusted parts could no longer bear it.
With a bang, he actually broke free from the shackles!
Toby Frost's eyes were blurred.
There is nothing but blur.
Terra, this is...
No……
yes……
Terra.
Vague.
Enemies, brothers, blood, rage.
Betrayal, there is no greater betrayal than this. The most trustworthy brother destroyed the greatest ideal, and could only return to the deepest anger.
The world was strobosing and shaking, and the crimson flashed with obsidian-like cracks filled the line of sight, colliding in endless bursts.
The scene in front of me gradually faded away, and the walls of the palace turned into a misty shadow, and the fog disappeared between the black and red.
Only enemies are left.
Let everything sink into the dark red night.
Anger surged out from waves of pain, and any revenge seemed too slight to resort to endless punishment, and the violence released in the killing was far from enough.
There is no peak in anger, and there will always be more coming. There will always be another level of anger, and the huge tower of rage rises to infinite heights.
Anger and hunger.
He saw the only thing that mattered: the massacre.
He was in Terra again, calling on those who had died for ten thousand years and answering the words of these people.
He is by their side and not by their side, disappearing into the boundless history, and retribution is everything.
Fury is coming.
He shouted loudly and heard his own voice, but the voice had no words, replaced by an angry hymn.
It resounds through every reality, every delusion, and different words are melted into the same roar.
The enemy suddenly disappeared again.
Have they been wiped out?
But the anger still exploded.
The next moment, a vague roar sounded in the noise of blood hitting the brain, with a clanging pace and a huge shadow approaching.
When he turned his anger to the source of the sound, he saw the traitors gathering a armored force.
Protect the city walls! End the siege!
He smashed into the traitor formation, and although the number of enemies increased, it only increased endless killings.
Down with justice and sprinkle blood.
Blood is everywhere.
Tear the traitor into pieces.
At this moment, a voice was calling him, small and distant, longing for his attention.