Soshyan stepped across the threshold, and the red light was dispersed in the floating clouds, as if coming from all directions and everywhere.
After walking two steps, he saw that the bright red aura actually came from the console screens of several extremely weird 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 small 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, with their armor on, 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 as he used the searchlight on his armor to scan the darkness in front of him.
"them--"
In the dim light, the armor he saw were all deep purple, and as the Souldrinker veteran swept his lamppost forward, he recognized the symbol on the shoulder armor of the nearest corpse—a The golden chalice.
"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 come they...are all dead?"
"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.
WOOOOOOOOOOOO! ! !
"Damn it!"
Judging by the shouts and curses from the others, he wasn't the only one who heard it.
After a moment, the wail dropped to a long neigh, then to a whisper.
"run……"
Sol growled, and Soshiyang stepped back.
In front of them, what they thought was a corpse was crawling up, while other pieces of armor were moving around them.
The red light emitted by the display intensified and began to flicker on and off with irregular pulses.
"Run quickly..."
The whisper in the communicator started again.
"It's eating..."
The Space Marines formed a circle subconsciously. Back to back, without exception, they aimed the weapons in their hands at the ghost figure standing up 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, like a head-raising cobra.
"It's Thousand Sons! This is a Thousand Sons battleship!"
Thor immediately recognized the Space Marines wearing strange armor.
The Thousand Sons were the 15th of the 20 founding Space Marine Legions. Their Primarch was Magnus, also known as the Red Devil.
During the Great Heresy, he was punished by the Emperor for violating the laws of Nicaea. Eventually, the home planet was destroyed by the Space Wolves, and the survivors and Primarch 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 Chaos god of change, sorcery, and magic.
In the early days, Tzeentch did protect the Thousand Sons Legion from the corruption and fragmentation that had occurred among many of the Traitor 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 - 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 warbands.
The Thousand Sons are now an army of ghosts led by a cursed few, wandering within the Eye of Terror and beyond, seeking knowledge of sorcery and searching for sorcerous treasures.
There is no doubt that Thor was surprised by the appearance of the Thousand Sons.
As the system came online again, more lights flickered into action, their light emitting like a few cold phosphorescent particles in the billowing smoke.
"There's 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 tangled cables, but it seeped out from between the slits in 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 sign board 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, regardless of 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 rage echoed over the PA system, and Kevani activated his heavy flamethrower, spraying out a long column of fire, turning it at a huge angle to make the burning promethium flame took these consoles by storm.
As waves of fire rolled through, circuits exploded, and the screen collapsed, 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 thing 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 it was from, but the cry snapped him out of his distraction.
Turning his head, he saw Thor 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."
