"This spire is a medium." Radiance said lowly and slowly. "A medium carefully designed by my lord. It can allow your authority to briefly revive from this empty skin. Revenge and hatred sound so terrible."
It snickered, its voice full of joy.
"And revenge and hatred happen to be everywhere on Harkossus One today, my lord!"
"These ignorant Harkossians were invaded, and their relatives, friends and children died in the killing, but they could only tremble and watch those giants in iron armor using iron and steel in their city. Fire performs bloody murder!”
"What a wonderful opposition!"
Glorious laughter grew louder, like rising thunder. Khalil stared at it calmly, without any fluctuation.
The flames in the skull's dark eyes burned steadily, and even the strong wind blowing on the fiftieth floor of the spire could not shake them at all.
The floors, walls and ceilings engraved with characters began to get brighter and brighter in the sudden strong wind. The corpses stood up unsteadily and knelt down facing Khalil. The fire marks on their foreheads were at this moment. Transformed into light.
From the previous blue color, it turned into a dark and red flame.
"Of course, the most beautiful part of this simple plan is not actually here, my lord. Just like all jokes should have a breaking point at the end, I also left a breaking point for my plan."
"I believe you have guessed what it is, right?" Guanghui asked expectantly. The blue light was becoming shallower and shallower, and the sound was getting smaller and smaller, like a whisper or an insect chirping.
Khalil didn't answer, Guanghui laughed lowly again as expected and answered his own question.
"Who else could have provided that wonderful laugh line that I left aside from the real Harkossians who exist underground?"
"The cursed ones who deceived you have established a false empire, and they are the objects of hatred within it. They will be massacred by the legions you brought. And what about the humans who colluded with them? Of course they must die too!"
"Countless ignorant people will give their lives, their blood, their hatred and their growing desire for revenge! They will give everything to beg you to give them the power to revenge, to let this hatred be appeased.”
"I will not heed the pleas of an alien or a traitor," Khalil said.
He raised his right hand, and the thunder disappeared in a flash. All the corpses turned into powder and disappeared, but the spire itself was humming.
It has been started and it will not stop.
"Yes, you won't."
The light finally laughed, and its voice transcended the constraints of the curtain at this moment, ringing in Khalil's ears like a substance. Arrogant, joyful, and crazy.
"Of course Khalil Lohars will not heed the wishes of any damn alien, but the God of Vengeance and Hatred will!"
"Of course I know that these small and stupid sacrifices are certainly not enough to make you truly ascend to the gods, but my plan only takes a short second, my lord! One second is enough! Centuries of planning, regardless of plan At the expense of contacting reality from behind the curtain and increasing our influence on Harkossus. All for this second!”
The light crackled and began to burn rapidly. Its time has come, the veil has found it, and the so-called nine mantras have actually been part of this undeceiving scam from the beginning.
"The dead ghosts of Harkossus will use that second to resurrect from the kingdom of the dead." The ugly monster in the light declared in a low voice. "They will be armed with blades and armor, and under the watchful eye of the Fire God, they will seek vengeance on those who killed them."
"And what can you do?" it asked expectantly. "To prevent the Son of the Damned and his legions from committing righteous slaughter on the people of Harkossus? This does not seem to be in line with the basic principles of the Empire."
"My Lord Tzeentch, I really didn't expect that I would associate justice with massacre. These are two completely contradictory and completely opposite words, and they seem to suit you very well, don't they? What are you going to do?"
Khalil didn't answer, just cut off the blade. The scream disappeared in a flash, and it was almost completely killed. It was driven back into the darkness in embarrassment, but the laughter always lingered.
"I'll see, my lord!"
——
Conrad Coates felt a strange feeling, cold and silent, welling up from the bottom of his heart. This feeling made him feel as if his throat was being clamped, and his stomach was churning.
Curze knew what it was, but didn't want it to be activated just yet. It could reveal dark aspects of the future to him, but only with his permission.
He endured, then turned his head and looked at Feier again.
The third company commander knew what his original body wanted to do, so he raised his right hand, forcing the alien to straighten up from the ground immediately. Its bones were immediately broken within the body, and its eighteen eyes blinked densely. The fear and pain are palpable.
A blue light suddenly lit up in Feier's eyes, and he asked again, but the alien didn't give an answer and just started screaming again.
The flame pattern carved between the two tentacles began to brighten with unprecedented intensity. This light illuminated its light blue skin, revealing everything underneath it.
Van Cleef suddenly raised his gun, trying to kill the alien who didn't know what he was doing, but someone was faster than him.
Konrad Curze disappeared in the blink of an eye, and when he reappeared, he had already held the alien head in his hands.
Its headless body fell to the ground and began to beat like a fish out of the water. Blood spurted out, making the already horrific scene even more bloody. The aliens gathered together in fear and let out a series of grunts.
Feier clenched his right hand in disgust, and blue light suddenly bloomed in his eyes.
He roared at them: "Shut up, alien scum!"
His words created a deep shock that made them lie together in pain. Konrad Coates was completely indifferent to this. He turned back indifferently, flicked his left hand, and threw the head between them. The gesture of contempt is like throwing away a piece of garbage.
He looked at Feier: "What was it doing just now?"
"It is pronouncing the name of their heretical evil god, the Primarch," Fel answered. "And prayers and stuff like that."
"Will the prayers make the tattoos on its skin shine?" The Lord of the Eighth Legion shook his head.
"Van Cleef, issue an order for medical officers and pharmacists to come over and conduct dissections. We need to find out the physiological structure of these aliens, the reason why their tattoos are shiny, and the most important point - how they transform humans. .”
"Tell the hunting teams acting alone to be more alert. There cannot be only such a small number of these aliens, and then contact the commander of the eighth company."
He paused and stopped talking. Van Cleef frowned, suddenly having a strange illusion.
He felt that the person under the armor had disappeared - where this feeling came from, he had no way of knowing, but he just felt that their original body was not actually here at the moment.
Even if he was standing in front of them giving orders. Van Cleef felt that Conrad Coates seemed to be standing in another dimension, another distant and dark dimension.
He was vaguely aware of it, and it didn't faze him. In fact, this incident made the first company commander feel a burst of cold anger.
Konrad Coates was silent for more than a full minute before speaking again, and this time, his voice had changed.
"Get ready to fire," he said.
No reason, no explanation, just this order without reason. The Eighth Legion immediately followed their primarch's instructions.
The bolt gun's safety was opened, the plasma began to warm up, and the dangerous MK2 melta guns were quietly raised, waiting for only a command or a gesture, and they would be fired immediately.
Among the aliens who were frightened by Fell's psychic energy, there were also some who were more conscious. They screamed unpleasantly, their voices sounding like slaughtered beasts. Conrad Coates just waited quietly.
He stood there without saying a word, holding a finely crafted bolt pistol in his left hand, and his right hand was hidden in the darkness. His posture was non-threatening - however, in the next second, he suddenly moved towards the aliens. Rushed over.
To be precise, they rushed towards the wall that suddenly cracked behind them.
A huge gap appeared suddenly, without warning, sudden, but premeditated. Countless aliens holding weapons and wearing armor rushed out from the cracks. The muzzles of the guns in their hands flashed red, and dangerous buzzing sounds continued to sound.
Konrad Curze had no orders, but the Eighth Legion no longer needed orders, they knew what to do.
The rain of death that had been prepared was released through their hands at this moment. The aliens all fell down like wheat, but none of the red light groups they shot could hurt Asta of the Eighth Legion. Te—Fel Zalost did what he had to do.
The third company commander calmly pulled out the sharp sword from his waist and instantly beheaded an alien that was charging towards him. The situation became extremely chaotic in just a few seconds. There were far more cracked walls than this one. Countless cracks were artificially opened deep in the underground facility, and the aliens who had been waiting for a long time rushed out.
Individually they are no more than an enemy that an Astartes can dispatch with a wave of their arms or a pull of a trigger, but in groups their firepower needs to be treated with caution. There was no way that Fair could cover everything and stop so many bullets with his psychic powers.
VanCleef roared: "Close to the Primarch!"
"No need." Conrad Coates' voice sounded coldly in the communication channel. "I'm on your right."
The first company commander immediately turned his head and saw the broken limbs flying high and a fleeting shadow. The aliens were screaming.
The gentle, polite Konrad Curze has disappeared, and now fighting alongside them is the Lord of the Eighth Legion, the assassin's assassin, the assassin's assassin.
His agility and strength are completely devastating to this group of aliens who try to rely on numbers to win. He was like a wind of death, wherever it passed, it became a dead and bloody mass grave. There is no mercy, what he pursues is ultimate efficiency.
Conrad Curze kills without emotion, picking up his alter ego.
"Kill them all," he said. "Don't let anyone go."
There's another chapter, maybe two.
(End of chapter)
