Demons piled up in front of the torn rift in Ark Mechanicus, half-melted spikes piercing the victims' bodies, tormenting them, piercing their arms, legs, and torsos.
Those mortals were captured when the frontline command post was raided. It stands to reason that most of them were beheaded and could not survive. But it seems that their bodies are still fighting against those sharp spikes, suffering endless and unimaginable pain.
Writhing in the middle, as if this is an indescribable joy.
"careful--"
Santo Joel reminded the soldiers around him that he also felt the danger.
"Hand over the traitor."
The sound is now clearer and more pronounced.
Shadows gathered in the lightless corners, a mouse with a human face giggled and ran between Joel's boots, and there were clusters of bat-like creatures with the faces of lost children and forgotten lovers.
Climbing across the ceiling, whispering to each other.
Strange outlines tugged at his eyes, twisted shapes jumping in the cold air, even as they twisted and swelled beyond his comprehension.
Joel…
A voice whispered in his ear, and the Lord of the Blood Knights turned around, but there was nothing but the echo of wild laughter.
Joel, Joel, Joel...
At this moment, voices shouting his name were lingering around, filling his skull.
Santo Joel began to cough, feeling that his lungs were suddenly filled with something, pearly smoke spurted out from his mouth, and it seemed that two fingers were pulling out his windpipe from inside, despite his efforts to restrain himself.
Himself, but those sounds rose and spread as he dropped the sword and grabbed his own throat. The pain moved with the things in his body, bringing torture that was worse than death.
The Lord of the Blood Knights fell forward, his skull seemed to be squeezed into a ball, and his organs were being squeezed.
After that, he vaguely felt something stepping on his armor with a delicate hoof.
"presumptuous!"
An angry shout was like a bucket of cold water poured on Joel's head, making him wake up immediately.
Kneeling on one knee, he turned his head and saw Soshyan striding towards him.
"Oh, great man, your name is spreading across the realms of the gods."
The Keeper snickered and looked below. The fox-like fangs collided in the bull-like mouth and made a clicking sound. When it turned its head, it was scratched by the giant horn wrapped in a gold chain and hung with priceless jewelry.
the ceiling overhead.
The thing was long, thin, disgusting and bewildering, with four arms on a torso that was neither male nor female, two of which ended in giant crab claws.
At the same time, it also has two hands holding exquisite sword blades forged from glass.
"I am the seeker, bringing back the miserable rebel by the command of my Lord."
"No one asked you what your purpose was."
Soshiyang said coldly, even though it was shrouded in the blasphemous halo of things, his voice was still very calm.
"Don't be so heartless."
The devil said as he bent down to face Soshyan.
"You exude the breath of love. How delicious it is. Just let me taste it. I can become a more perfect existence than her and can satisfy all your desires."
As it spoke, its face changed unexpectedly, turning into a face that could turn all living beings upside down. It was the most beautiful and charming face that Suo Shiyang had ever seen.
And its horns turned into long green hair like a waterfall, its eyes were as blue as the stars and the sea, its lips were plump and bright and red, and the white little tiger teeth protruding from between the lips and teeth did not damage her perfection at all, but added to it.
She is very charming, and her slender ears and eyebrows add to her charm.
What's even more terrifying is that she is almost exactly the same as Veronica, looking at Soshyan with pleading eyes.
"you--"
Soshyan took a step back subconsciously.
"Silly big guy."
The other party took a step forward when he took a step back, and his voice was exactly the same as Veronica's.
"You love me, right?"
"Only the lowest level assassins use such despicable tricks. Greyfia, you are still so weak."
A mocking voice sounded in Soshiyang's ears, and he immediately raised his hand and swung the handle of his sword towards his neck to deflect the sword.
"Oh, what a pity."
The secret keeper snorted mockingly and jumped back, closing the distance between him and Soshyan.
Soshyan did not pursue. Instead, he stood there and panted slightly, the hand holding the sword trembling slightly, because at that moment he really hesitated——
Fear and shame entangled his soul, but he did not dare to think about the reasons.
"How disappointing, Amnak, do you think you have found a backer?"
The devil in the ring responded mockingly:
"Things like you are not welcome here, go away! Go back to the nightmare of the child you crawled out of! If you want to find me, let the demon disaster come in person!"
The keeper of the secret turned to Soshyan.
"How about making a deal, give me that guy, and I can tell you a secret about Comoros that you will use."
"Comoros?"
Suo Shiyang frowned slightly, wondering why the other party suddenly came to this fallen capital.
Seeing that Soshyan didn't respond, it took a step towards him. The deck under the animal's hooves groaned like a dying animal, and some little demons with smooth flesh and round throat pouches oozed out from the deck.
"Yes, a very worthwhile secret, just give me the betrayer."
At this time, Soshyan tilted his head slightly, and he had already heard the heavy footsteps of the Terminators.
Then he smiled coldly and said:
"Sorry, not interested."
After saying that, he waved his arm violently.
"Kill it."
In an instant, hundreds of storm bolters and plasma guns fired simultaneously, instantly illuminating the surrounding darkness.
The violent attack made the secret keeper's body instantly become tattered. The demon roared furiously and rushed forward, the weapon in his hand rising into the air and cutting towards Soshiyang.
Soshyan raised the sword in his hand to hold the loud blade that was less than a few inches away from his helmet. His joints whined as the demon exerted pressure on it, but the Space Marines did not give the opponent a chance to apply more force.
Santo Joel on the side suddenly stretched out his weapon in pain and struck the secret keeper on the knee.
The demon staggered back, then hissed and stretched out a claw. Joel stepped aside, and then pierced the demon's flesh with his sword downwards.
At the same time, Soshyan also smashed the Sheng Yan Sword into its milky white thigh.
The Keeper screamed and smashed one of its swords at Joel, beating him until he fell to one knee.
At the same time, a large number of demons also surrounded the Terminators, and the battle was extremely fierce.
When the Keeper of Secrets attacked Joel, Soshyan pierced the sword deeply into the abominable flesh, pus suddenly spurted out, and the demon's screams became sharper, and it spun to face Soshyan,
The backhand pierced the deck with the sword in a shower of flying sparks and shattered metal.
"Pain...such sweet pain."
The Keeper of Secrets muttered, stroking the wound with his paw.
"It's a pity that it's hard for the world to understand."
Then the Keeper of Secrets stared at Soshyan, its charming eyes active on the scarred face, and continued in its sickly and sweet voice:
"The same goes for your desires. The world will not accept them. You must painfully pretend to be an ascetic..."
Soshyan stared at the thing, his face as silent as a mask under the helmet, and then activated the gray marrow.