Whenever she recalled what happened that night, Falla was left with nothing but fear and regret.
In fact, apart from him, Baudry also escaped that night. He was able to break free largely because Baudry, the Mechanicus priest, had made certain combat transformations on himself a long time ago.
But not far after they escaped, they were blocked by the rebels.
"Where in the Emperor's name are you going, wizards?"
The person responsible for kidnapping them was a strong, bald man, and he led the team to block the two of them in the alley.
He let out an evil laugh and walked straight towards them, followed closely by his four followers, and together they stepped through the enclosed space of the alley.
"Put your hands up obediently and don't make any unnecessary movements, otherwise I won't guarantee your safety."
"Stay still."
Baudry took off his red robe, revealing his strong muscles and the discharge device embedded in his chest. Then he bumped his fists hard, and the finger tigers above touched sparks.
"You rubbish, let me know the consequences of offending Omnisiah!"
After saying that, he rushed towards the kidnappers.
"You deal with him."
The leader ordered his men, who immediately rushed over and tried to grab Baudry and pin him to the wall. However, as soon as they made contact, they were all trembling with electricity. Instead, they were punched to the ground one by one.
But the bald leader didn't seem worried, and instead rushed past them, his eyes flashing fiercely.
"He's not a wizard, so it's just you."
Subconsciously, Faya turned around and ran away.
There was little lighting in the alley, and he staggered through the semi-dark area, but the other's footsteps caught up with him.
Here he could hear Beaudry's roars as he fought, and his subsequent cries as he realized he had been abandoned.
Falla did not look back. He only wanted to escape because he knew the true identity of these kidnappers and they had no chance of winning.
But the other party caught him anyway, grabbed the back collar of his robe and staggered him.
The bald leader's bruised fist smashed into his shoulder and dragged him to the wall, then pushed him violently into a pile of dirt.
"Damn monster!"
The bald leader spat and slammed his fist into Falla's stomach.
The thin priest bent down, and the air was squeezed out of his lungs. In order to stand firm and catch his breath, he instinctively grabbed the water pipe on the side, but was immediately pushed back to the wall.
"You are nothing without your master? Right?"
He grabbed Faya's short black hair and forced him to look at the tunnel behind.
A monster is killing Beaudry? Is it a purebred Genestealer? Those electric shocks have no effect on it.
Beaudry was thrown to the ground by it, and before he stopped shouting, the opponent's huge claws had cut open his chest and pulled out the bloody internal organs.
Shame and anger welled up in Falla's body, choking his gurgling breath.
"Where did your wizard powers go? Freak?"
The bald leader sneered, turning his head so that the two of them faced each other.
The scarred face looked distorted in the shadows, like an inhuman alien - which he was.
"Tell me, where is your master hiding?"
Baldhead raised his fist, ready to teach Falla a lesson.
But with an angry roar? Faya actually caught him? Sensing the crisis, the purebred gene stealer turned around and wanted to jump away, but was also frozen in an instant.
Time in the alley seemed to have frozen, and everyone's movements remained the same as the previous second.
The only exception is Falla.
His eyes burned with a strange, burning light, and his roar turned into a feral roar.
"Your soul is mine? Alien bastard!!!"
Falla clenched her fist tighter with incredible strength, and the bones in his hand broke with a wet crunch.
Waves of pain and nightmarish images overlapped and were pushed into the will of the bald alien hybrid.
And the purebred screamed into supernatural flames and transformed into a dripping wax torch.
Then Faya let go of the bald man—his will had been completely ravaged. He fell to his knees, his face distorted, and his eyes dull.
He left here and walked towards his residence along the passage of memory. He knew that after this incident, he could no longer return to his original identity, but he still wanted to take away some things and pay tribute to the three dead colleagues. There is an explanation.
Facts proved that he was right. After being questioned by the Ministry of Justice the next day, he realized that it was difficult for him to hide anymore. He could only use unskilled psychic means to control the interrogator to release him, and then fled to the mining area immediately. .
He didn't dare to take the main road, so he could only take a hidden path. In the process, the whimpering echoed in the crowded mouse hole.
This road is very narrow, with almost no room for footing. Most of the area can only be passed by bending down before the next expansion to larger mines in the surrounding sub-jurisdictional mining areas.
That's where Falla wants to enter, Mine No. 14.
If he was really given a choice, he would actually be happier choosing prison and shackles, rather than getting lost in the dark underground world.
But his life no longer belongs to him.
He took an old lantern from the basket at the entrance to the mousehole, its flickering light now his only companion, and he was sure that with every passing moment shadows were encroaching upon its feeble range of illumination.
His shoulder was scratched by the cave wall, and after a while he had to push the light forward into the cold, damp earth, forcing him down into the suffocating space.
He continued, trying not to think about the claustrophobic walls or the earth pressing in on him.
He could still hear Beaudry's cry when he abandoned him. The terrifying noise echoed in his mind along with the alien's scream.
For a moment he seemed blind, and when his sight returned he realized it was not his own.
The strange image forced itself into his retinas, like an elongated, mutated luminous ghost, the aftershock of a bright lightning bolt left behind.
He heard sonorous laughter echoing wildly around the dirt corridor.
Something was coming for him.
He had to get away before it found him.
He felt like he might be dying, or worse, and another sob broke out and echoed down the mouse hole.
At this time, a certain existence responded to him.
A thought broke into his mind, a fractured voice, a rattle that spoke to him in the darkest hours of the night—an eerie but not entirely aggressive whisper.
Continue to go.
it urged.
"I can not make it."
Faya said, wiping her nose with her sleeve, and suddenly there was a blood stain on her sleeve.
"They're coming for me."
There is still time, come to me, now, I will keep you safe.
Falla managed to obey, managing to force his tired limbs to work as he walked through the semi-dark space, walking slowly, dragging himself without thinking, as if the suggestions in his mind had spread to the rest of his body.
What encouraged him to act was an extraordinary force of will.
Eventually, he fell out of the hole and into the secondary mine, though his body burned with exertion and was covered from head to toe in sticky plaster.
Well, my agent, it's time to abandon your past identity once and for all and return to your followers.
Some kind of will drove Faya to stand up, ignoring the pain in her limbs. On the ground, there was a crow mask and a feather cloak.
Faya was stunned for a while, he didn't know if he really had to say goodbye to the past.
But he had no choice. The moment he put on the mask, the weak Mechanicus priest Falla ceased to exist.
He turned into a black ghost and staggered down the corridor on the ground. Before leaving, he placed the search light at the entrance of the mouse hole but did not look back.
Behind him, the light flashed once and then went out.
