Soshyan stepped across the threshold, and the red light was dispersed in the floating clouds, as if coming from all directions and everywhere.
After taking two steps, he saw that the bright red aura actually came from the console screens of several extremely strange abandoned terminals. There were several armored soldiers lying down next to each terminal.
Others followed, and the heavy footsteps became lighter.
Soon, the team dispersed and occupied a 20-meter-wide semicircular area in the center of the command deck.
Located above it is a narrow mezzanine shrouded in darkness. Several steps separate the left and right sides, descending to a U-shaped secondary platform, which is also illuminated by intermittent green flashes from the malfunctioning monitor.
Several important systems were monitored by several Space Marines, who, together with their armor, twisted and leaned on the place where they fell.
"What killed them?"
Soshyan walked up to the nearest one and asked.
"This isn't right."
Mark spoke while scanning the darkness in front of him with the searchlight on his armor.
"them--"
In the dim light, the armor he saw were all deep purple, and as the Soul Drinker veteran swept his lamppost forward, he recognized the symbol on the shoulder armor of the nearest corpse—a
Golden Holy Grail.
"Yumenez?"
After taking a look at the man's other identification marks, Mark let out a low cry of surprise.
This warrior is a Scout Sergeant of the Soul Drinkers.
"How did they... all die?"
"eccentric."
Soshyan reached out to move a body, or tried to move it.
But under the touch, it was not pushed down by his hand. Instead, it shook slightly and turned around.
The communicator suddenly rang. This was a universal frequency, and an extremely nerve-stimulating scream immediately penetrated Soshyan's eardrums.
wooooooooooo!!!
"Damn it!"
Judging from the shouts and curses of the others, he was not the only one who heard it.
After a moment, the wail lowered to a long neighing sound, and then turned into a whisper.
"run……"
Sol roared, and Soshiyang stepped back.
In front of them, what they thought was a corpse was rising, while other pieces of armor were moving around them.
The red light emitted by the display increased and began to flicker on and off with irregular pulses.
"Run quickly..."
The whisper in the communicator rang again.
"It's eating..."
The Space Marines subconsciously formed a circle. Back to back, they all aimed their weapons at the shadowy figure standing in the darkness.
Soshyan noticed that the power armor worn by eight of them was colorful light blue and red, and their helmets were also very unique in style, just like a cobra with its head raised.
"It's Thousand Sons! This is a Thousand Sons battleship!"
Thor immediately recognized those Space Marines wearing strange armors.
The Thousand Sons are the 15th legion of the 20 founding Space Marine legions. The Primarch is Magnus, also known as the Red Devil.
During the Great Heresy, he was punished by the Emperor for violating the laws of Nikaea. Eventually, the home planet was destroyed by the Space Wolves, and the survivors and the originals joined the rebel side.
After the rebellion ended, the Thousand Sons Legion made the Star of Sorcery in the Eye of Terror their new home base, and pledged allegiance to Tzeentch, the evil god of chaos who was in charge of change, sorcery, and magic.
In the early days, Tzeentch did protect the Thousand Sons from the corruption and fragmentation that had occurred among many of the traitorous legions.
But in the end, the entire legion fell into a serious crisis of mutation and degeneration - it seemed that this was the work of their patron saint.
Fearing that this crisis would continue to develop, Ahriman, the chief wizard of the Legion, created a powerful spell to protect the Thousand Sons from the suffering of mutation. This spell was called "The Scarlet Letter".
The Scarlet Letter Spell has indeed eradicated the cancer of mutation, but the mandatory conditions attached to it are even more terrifying.
A handful of warriors had their psychic abilities greatly enhanced and became masters of sorcery.
But the bodies of the vast majority of the warriors turned into dust, and their souls were imprisoned in their previous armor forever, turning into puppets with almost no consciousness of their own - the Scarlet Letter Warriors.
When Magnus heard of this terrible defeat, he banished Ahriman and his band of wizards from the Sorcerer Star, and the Thousand Sons were torn apart into countless tiny warbands.
The Thousand Sons are now an army of ghosts led by a few cursed ones, wandering within the Eye of Terror and beyond, seeking knowledge of witchcraft and searching for witchcraft treasures.
There is no doubt that Thor was extremely surprised by the appearance of these Thousand Sons.
As the system came online again, more lights flickered into action, and the light they emitted was like a few cold phosphorescent particles in the billowing smoke.
"There is something, some kind of rope."
Mark pointed behind the body and said in surprise.
Soshyan couldn't see what the other party was referring to at first, but when one of the Soul Drinkers shook and turned slightly, with one hand hanging weakly on an empty holster beside his waist, he saw someone.
Something connected the Space Marine's armor to the console.
At first glance, it looked like a twisted cable, but it seeped out from between the slits of the warrior's breastplate.
But upon closer inspection, it's actually a slippery fluid that's more biomass.
The tube itself is alive and rhythmic. From time to time, the tube swells along the curved and extending loop, pumping from the soldier to the console.
There are also mottled bloody fingerprints printed on the signboard of the surveillance terminal.
With a sudden crackling sound, the main display screen that was buried in the fog suddenly lit up. Its built-in speaker was turned back on with a ferocious roar. A monster-like, terrifying and twisted face appeared on the quartz glass plate of the screen.
Coalescence forming.
Soshiyang's heart was filled with an inexplicable feeling that some strange and extremely powerful existence was approaching.
Just like the waves rising in the sea when a huge ship is sailing towards the port, when you look down from the ship, you can see a Leviathan emerging.
"Let's go out first!"
Soshyan hissed.
"This place is tainted by the warp!"
"hold on."
Mark aimed his bolter at a Soul Drinker.
"First, let's give these people the peace they deserve, no matter what they've done."
He then opened fire, the blast cracking his target's helmet.
Others joined in, raining down fire on their trembling former compatriots.
Howls of pain and anger echoed over the PA system, and Kevani also activated his heavy flamethrower, spraying out a long pillar of fire, turning it at a huge angle to make the burning promethium flame
took these consoles by storm.
As the fire wave rolled through, circuits exploded one after another, the screen collapsed, and Soshyan's power armor recorded the rapidly rising temperature.
He looked around at the blazing bridge to make sure everything was burning.
There should be no living creature that could survive the intensifying fire.
While he was observing, the accumulated promethium slowly spread towards his feet. Soshyan lowered his head and looked down at the creeping flames, and suddenly saw a face.
Golgri's angry face seemed to be saying something to himself——
The flames almost reached his feet, making him look fascinated.
"Soshyan!!"
He didn't know who shouted it, but the shout woke him up from his distraction.
Turning his head, he saw Sol staring at him.
"This place is affected by the power of Tzeentch. Guard your mind and let go of your hatred for the time being."