"But I can't see anything special now. Do I need to take off these eyes?"
As he said that, Soshyan stretched out his hand and took out the two red gems that were stuffed in the eye sockets of the skull. As a result, there was nothing in the eye sockets.
"Um?"
He turned his skull over and over for a long time, then looked at Amnak.
"What's going on? Nothing."
Amnak came over, picked up the skull and looked at it for a while, then frowned.
"Indeed... nothing special. Is it only useful for the Necrontyr?"
When Amnak said this, Soshyan also thought it made sense, so he took the Skinner's Skull, and then his hands were covered in silver liquid metal energy.
Almost instantly, at a moment when he didn't even intend to cast his gaze on the skull, he found himself in a dark palace, with an open door in front of him.
Soshyan walked all the way up the stairs, and before he entered, he smelled an overwhelming stench. The smell was stronger than a battlefield under the scorching sun.
As he approached, he soon heard some metallic screams.
At first, it was a distant and lonely cry, like a suffocating, semi-mechanical scream leaking from an old and disrepaired machine. It circulated intermittently and finally turned into a rhythm.
A buzzing sound of nothingness.
Then hundreds of harsh, hunting howls resounded throughout the dark hall, as if the screams were made by the tomb itself in pain and extreme hunger.
Soshyan was not afraid and walked straight into the door.
What comes into view is a corrupt temple full of rotten flesh and skin, as well as filthy bones. An extremely large number of skinners gather here, hunched over like carrion birds surrounding dying beasts.
There were many wet pieces of meat and skin, some of which looked dried and rotten, and some of which were even quite fresh, and there were many kinds.
Only Soshiyan can identify green-skinned ones, Tau ones, Ada people, and human beings. Some of the human remains are even familiar, such as those who were skinned like rag dolls wearing Astra Militarum helmets.
Half of the remains were carried on the back, and the loose skin with fragments of the state religion's robes remaining was draped on the metal like a sheet...
Almost all Skinners have a unique shape, and the only similarity is that their huge claws gleam coldly in the dim light.
Soshyan originally thought they were performing some kind of ritual, but this scene was more like a carnival, as if they had just successfully completed some great adventure.
And for some reason, after listening to it for a long time, Soshyan even felt that their crazy voices sounded like... singing.
What gets their singing is a towering throne, composed of a large number of bones and minced flesh, on which sits...
Soshyan narrowed his eyes.
It was a giant, wearing an evil armor that looked like white bones and scarlet muscles, holding a wine glass made of silver skulls, leaning lazily on the back of the throne that looked like a spine, and sneering at him.
And his face is exactly the same as Soshyan's.
In other words, the person on the throne is him...
"Rando Gore, put away this little trick, it won't save you."
The mocking words rolled off Soshyan's tongue. He ignored the cowering skinners around him and walked towards the throne step by step, the power in his voice getting stronger and stronger.
At this time, the man on the throne also said slowly:
"I am you, Soshyan, from the moment you take control of the Temple of the Skinner, I am you."
Soshyan stepped on the sticky flesh and broken bones, stopped in front of the throne, and looked down at the opponent.
"I know, you are the slave...you ran out again, and you have swallowed up the fragments of Lando Gore."
"Hahaha--"
He laughed loudly on the throne, causing the whole temple to rumble. The Skinners fell to their knees one after another. At the same time, the temperature in the hall dropped sharply, like a cold wind suddenly blowing up in the desert.
At the same time, the light went out without knowing when, and countless hissing sounds came from all around Soshyan, like a nest of snakes squirming.
However, the more he listened, the clearer it became that it was not just noise, but whispers. There were many people talking, men, women, young, old, some with firm tones, others with trembling fear, and still others with anger and hatred.
..
Soshiyang snorted and punched forward, but nothing hit. Instead, there were more subtle screams around him, including desperate howls, spitting curses, or sounds begging for release.
, the deceased's words became louder and louder, until he could distinguish the voices of everyone inside.
Everyone wants to be heard, shouting to cut through the noise.
Many messages poured into Soshiyan's consciousness, and he finally realized the truth of the skinning curse - they were "living people" trapped in metal bodies, and the curse factors formed by the tiny particles of the Star God activated their mechanical circuits.
However, the "living" consciousness cannot be accommodated in the "dead" body, so they go crazy, hate, and even pretend.
Although the hall was as cold as a deep pool at the moment, Soshiyang felt that his body had become as black as a fire.
Then there was a pressure in his chest - very light at first, but as time went by, the pressure began to get bigger and more obvious, until he felt as if countless hands were pulling him.
Their voices become clearer, and this invisible force becomes stronger.
Suddenly, there was a painful cry - Soshyan thought the sound came from himself for a moment, but then realized that it was countless skinners.
Soshyan clenched his fists and shouted angrily.
"enough!"
The darkness gave way to bloody light in an instant, and those howls were also pulled away.
However, Soshiyang was surprised to find that he had been sitting on the throne made of bones and flesh at some point, just like himself just now, and he was holding a wine glass made of silver skulls in his hand, and the armor on his body
It also turned into a form of clear-cut bones and scarlet muscles.
Those who were skinned quietly prostrated on the ground, as if they were worshipers kneeling down to worship the gods.
Soshiyang closed his eyes and digested everything that had just happened. Did the Xu Cong swallowing the fragments of Lando Gore mean that it was stronger and more uncontrollable? It had never appeared so directly in front of him in the past.
Or maybe this is also its strategy to make you suspicious?
But putting these aside, Soshyan himself has also obtained the secrets and power of Lando Gore. Although it may only be a small part, it is a qualitative leap. Now it is difficult for him to say what level he has reached.
.
But it shouldn't be too difficult to beat two demonic primarchs severely in the physical universe.