Finally, with the purification of the Unbound Soul completed, it was time for this machine to be dealt with.
"Chapter Commander, your... ability must have an effect on it, so I suggest you destroy it directly."
After a moment of silence, the pastor expressed his opinion.
“It also has a lot of use.”
Suddenly, a lazy voice sounded from behind the two of them.
Soshyan looked back and saw that it was Sevita.
"Boy, think about the function of this thing. With it, your fleet will be invincible in the subspace."
Indeed, what Sevita said is correct. The ability of this machine is quite powerful for a fleet. This is equivalent to what others say when you are sailing in the subspace blindly. You have your eyes open and you still know that there is something nearby. Who is walking.
"Think about it, it's just a tool. A tool is not good or bad, it just depends on the person who uses it."
"We must never use demonic power."
Yazdan immediately refuted this statement.
"This is the bottom line for the Astartes."
"Ha, this is not the bottom line, this is called rigidity. If you knew what kind of power those loyalists you mentioned used back then, you would definitely not say that."
"alright."
Soshyan interrupted the argument between the two. He stepped forward, pulled off the chain on the door, and then pushed it open.
The huge machine stood gloomily in front of him, like a crawling beast, with residual blood stains and blasphemous words still visible on it.
As the door was pushed open, a faint whisper began to echo in everyone's eardrums.
"The former Chapter Master told me in his final moments."
He slowly pulled out the Holy Flame Sword from his waist, his face gradually turning livid.
The murmurs gradually turned into curses and shouts.
“There’s a line between use and collusion.”
With a click, the Holy Flame Sword sank deeply into the inside of the machine, and the curses and roars turned into wails that continued to weaken.
Soshiyang suddenly twisted the sword and pulled it out. A lot of dark purple liquid suddenly spilled out from the crack, like a wound that was bleeding.
With every breath he took, the power of the gray marrow increased. He thrust his hands into the crack and submerged the liquid, as if he wanted to strangle something.
Slowly, the liquid froze and began to float away like dust.
"This is my answer."
Sevatar looked at him, did not speak, but spat on the ground, then turned and walked out of the warehouse.
When he left the warehouse door, he met Thor, who was leaning on the door edge with his arms folded.
"So? I win."
Looking at Sol's smile that symbolized victory? Savita cursed and then strode outside.
"One of them counts? You are all stupid. What is the Eleventh Legion? I think you are Dorne's cubs..."
Sol smiled and shook his head. Then he walked into the warehouse. At this time, Soshyan happened to be walking out, and the two of them bumped into each other.
"Instructor Sol?"
"just."
Thor took out a data pad and handed it to Soshyan.
"This is the message sent by the Ascetic Chapter half an hour ago? Take a look."
Soshyan took the data tablet and spent two minutes scanning the contents, then his brows immediately knitted together.
"There is a serious riot in Valedo? Several regiments sent to suppress it have lost contact? There are suspected signs of chaotic activities. The signature is... Inquisitor Marcus Ognis Lucrece."
He put down the data pad in his hand and said worriedly:
“Something terrible has happened in Valedo.”
, Valedo? Ninth Parish, 4337th Infantry Regiment Defense Line
Javier is a dying man? Covered in blood.
He ran as hard as he could, pushing his tired legs as hard as he could.
His lungs were burning from inhaling too much exhaust gas? But he couldn't care less at this time.
He ran crazily along the track line, with the sound of laser cutting machines and incinerators working behind him? The stamping machine stumbled and repeated the exact same work? The crane kept moving carriages of different specifications around.
This was originally a station? It was still operating half an hour ago, until those people showed up...
The roaring machines kept pumping dust into the air, making it almost difficult for Javier to open his eyes.
Everything reeked of fire and death, and tasted as well.
Or maybe it was the smell of Movi's blood splashing into his mouth. He retched desperately, but still couldn't spit out anything.
The cracked face of his comrade and the splattered plasma still lingered in his mind, and his last shouts echoed in his mind.
"Shoot, you idiot! Shoot!"
Javier heard the sounds coming from behind, the cultists, they were laughing wildly and tapping their weapons on the train carriage in a strange rhythm.
The evil-cursed scimitars and ritual daggers killed most of Javier's company, and the cultists slowly sliced open their bodies, enjoying their screams while laughing maniacally as they smeared their blood on them. on the body.
This made Javier, who was hiding, so disgusted that he had nothing to add to it, but he still couldn't shoot.
The defense line is about to fall, and everything is going to be over!
Click, click, click——
There were sounds like this everywhere and they sounded so close.
On the throne, he doesn't want to die like that, being cut open with a dagger and tortured to death!
In other words he didn't want to die at all, either with honor or miserably like everyone else.
He wants to live.
Javier started running again, and his mouth tasted something else, a mixture of dust and blood.
It was a bit salty, and the tears rolled up the dust on his face and slid into his mouth.
"Come back, poor soldier!"
The cultists behind him shouted arrogantly. Not long ago, they were the most devout followers of the Emperor.
"It's not over yet between us!"
The sound reached Javier's ears through the gap between the machines. He kept walking through the car, trying to avoid it.
The unconscious servitor still lowered his head and repeated his work, not noticing Javier running past. Most of them had been knocked down or dismembered.
It's not that Javier didn't think about fighting back, but he couldn't kill anything, and he couldn't even pull the trigger.
He couldn't save his fellow soldier Movi, couldn't save his comrades, couldn't save anyone.
He almost ran to the end of the station. The front of the last train lay on the rails, like a giant beast silhouetted in the smoke, still but terrifying.
He could hide under it, if he could run past it.
But Javier couldn't do it.
His eyes were filled with exhaust gas, dust and their blood. He stumbled towards his target, but bumped into something in the black shadow and fell to the ground. The strange thing was that the collision did not cause him any pain.
"Hey, kid, you seem to be lost."
But he soon cried out in despair, because he bumped into something worse, something that had kept him awake all night -
A cultist covered in blood was looking down at him with crazy eyes.
