The sound when the explosion-proof door of the secret cabin is opened is like hydraulic grinding.
Less than a second after Dietrian saw Valier, he smelled a strong smell, enough to produce a sense of obscene physicality - the moment the bulkhead opened, it literally hit him.
His mechanical prosthetic eye even automatically activated its shielding function, because the smell seeped into the soft tissue of his eye, choked his throat, and irritated his remaining skin with a sickening moist warmth.
.
Even cursing was a mistake, because as soon as the air hit his taste detection system, it turned into a smell.
"Get ready to start screaming."
Said the Mechanical Heretic to the traitor of the Red Corsair.
The "corpse" on the operating table groaned, breathless, and could no longer scream.
There was so little left that even Dietrian could no longer determine its original appearance.
The pharmacist turned to look at the mechanical cultist who had "returned from evil to righteousness". The blade in his hand was wet and red.
There were four bodies beside him, skinned and still dripping with water, hanging on dirty chains around the table in the middle.
Valere could see Dietrian's eyes flickering towards the hanging corpses, and then explaining their existence in an unusually calm voice.
"They are still alive, their pain seeping into the screaming sensors."
The traitorous pharmacist used the bloody knife to scratch the prisoner's skinned face.
"Now it's ripe, swollen with pain, they no longer beg for death with their throats, tongues and lungs...but I can hear their whispers caressing my soul, but it's a pity that it didn't last long, now it's gone
It's very near the end, what do you want to say, Bishop?"
"They are all your former comrades-in-arms, don't you want to say anything else?"
"Oh, of course, when I was cutting them open, I kept chatting with them about the past, which really offset part of the boring feeling of monotonous work."
Dietrian snorted, his contempt for this traitor who jumped up and down deepened.
The ones he was slaughtering were the red pirates who had been captured on the Nessen 4. Some of them had died from their injuries.
As for why they are tortured like this——
A victim is required to activate the scream. Mortals cannot do it. Their souls are too fragile, so generally speaking, astropaths are used.
But there are more suitable sacrifices than Astropath.
For example, Astartes.
As for whether Soshyan knew all this, Dietrian was not very sure, because the chapter leader had never paid attention to this instrument or even glanced at it, but based on his personal speculation, the chapter leader had many
You should know something about it.
Most of the time, Sevatar was responsible for the screams, but the Prince of Crows was very interested in this instrument and praised it as a great invention.
But this time, it was Talos who issued the activation order, just like in the past.
Dietrian walked among the chained living dead and between the operating tables where they lay - Valier's task was actually to keep the corpses alive for a little longer.
Each body was almost inhuman, just a mass of muscle tissue and stripped veins, twitching at the last moment.
All the Red Pirates lost their tongues, lips, hands and noses. Every part was completely destroyed, and every part was desecrated like never before.
He was walking past a living monument to fear and pain: vices born of the Eighth Legion's dreams.
Afterwards, the technical heretic looked back at Valiel. If he had seen the pride in his opponent's eyes at that moment, he would no longer be able to tolerate the existence of this traitor who jumped repeatedly.
It was even difficult for him to understand why Soshyan wanted to keep this guy.
"not enough....."
After a minute, Dietrian whispered over the low groans and swishing sounds of the pulse tracer.
"It's not enough to deal with such a huge fleet."
"So--"
Valer tilted his head and looked at the Mechanical Bishop.
Dietrian sent a signal, and then the cabin door opened again, and groups of servitors walked inside. They carried more than a dozen Space Marines who had been stripped of their power armor and their hands and feet were bound. Some of them had their bodies
Mutations have occurred, and most people have suffered mutilated limbs and battle injuries, while some have suffered serious head injuries.
Obviously, they were all red pirates captured on the battlefield.
When the red pirates saw the scene inside, their eyes widened in horror.
They anticipate all sorts of outcomes, but never this one.
Are these people really loyalists to the Empire!?
"Oh, new stuff, that's good, just give me a little time."
On the way to the operating table, a red pirate suddenly grabbed Valier's leg while passing by him.
"Valier...I know it's you, this voice."
The red pirate, who had an arm and a leg broken, swallowed a mouthful of blood before he even opened his mouth.
Then he held on tighter.
"Valier! I am Tedley, I saved your life in Badab!"
"Remember, remember, of course."
Valier lowered his head and said to him:
"Now, please take your hands away."
But the desperate red pirate held on tighter.
"Don't be like this! Don't leave me here, let me go, I swear I won't tell anyone! I saved you once!"
The pharmacist looked down at his injured comrades. They had fought side by side in the past.
The warrior's face was half-hidden in a wash of blood and burned tissue, his skull exposed, one of his arms ended at a bicep, and only the fleshy stem of one leg was left, oozing from where his knees had once been
of liquid.
"Remove your hands."
Valere repeated it again.
"We'll discuss this later, Tedley, and you know very well that I don't like to be touched."
But the Red Pirate only held on tighter.
"Valer, listen to me..."
Valier bent down, squeezed the warrior's hand with his own, and pulled back the other's fingers.
But the red pirate still held on tightly, like the last straw in the hands of a drowning man.
Valier didn't say a word after that, and directly deployed the laser cutter and bone saw on the medical gauntlet.
The next second,
The warrior roared loudly.
"Did you just learn something?"
Valier asked with a smile.
"You disgusting bastard! Bastard! Traitor! I curse you! I will curse you even if I die!!!"
The pharmacist chuckled and threw the severed hand into the corner.
"Prepare the life-enhancing device."
Valere took a breath of stale breath, walked to the nearest table, and finally took off his helmet.
"In order to repay your kindness, I will make you the first."
He whispered to the fuzzy flesh and blood of his former comrade-in-arms. The man turned his eyes to him with his last strength, raised his moist eyes to look at the pharmacist's eyes, looking at a place that was completely forgotten——