"so be it."
Huron reached down, grabbed him by the throat, and pulled at his jaw until he felt bone and flesh tearing apart.
His brother, his biological brother, cleanly pulled his head and spine completely out of his body, and then turned his face over so that he could clearly see his bloody remains.
He wanted to scream, but no sound came out because his mouth had lost contact with anything that could make a sound.
"You too deserve to be reborn and reinvented, just like us."
Huron said, handing over his silently screaming head to a black-robed technological heretic.
The nightmare begins.
He was still conscious during the subsequent steps, but he didn't know how many days, weeks, or months these black acolytes had been working in this terrifying hall.
But they buried what little remnants of him he had in a hellbeast.
Pain wracked him as the controllers for his new body's life support and weapons systems were connected to his brain, spine, and the demonic creations used to control his movements.
The last system to activate was his loudspeaker array, allowing him to finally unleash his long suppressed screams of terror, leaving the six acolytes to die a slow and painful death, blood gurgling from their cracked skulls. .
When the acolytes had retired, his brother, his own brother, came to see him, as he had come to see him in prison before.
Huron looked his new body up and down, a smile on his face.
"Well, everything will go according to plan."
His brother, his own brother, spoke, circling him, inspecting every part.
"The empire of hypocrisy will eventually burn under our wrath. Come with me, my brother! Together, you and I will erase our stain and make us masters of our destiny once again."
Poor fool, that was all he had left.
Huron was never the master of fate, he was always just its slave.
"And now that you are ready to fight alongside your brothers, it won't be long before the Empire trembles with your wrath."
His brother, his own brother, gestured to an acolyte.
"But for now, you must rest, and I will come to you again when I need you."
He wanted to hit the spot where that hateful guy was standing, to avenge him for turning him into this.
But before he could do anything, the acolyte shut down the hellbeast's power.
And his brother, his own brother, strode out of the hall, leaving only the sounds and the eternal pain with him.
That silver-gray warrior, what is he doing?
"this----"
Soshyan envisioned countless possibilities.
The opponent may ambush heavy troops in the central control room, lay some fixed traps, or destroy the place.
But what he never expected was that the other party would actually drop this thing——
A hellbeast!
When they broke in, the entire center had turned into a slaughterhouse, with torn servitors and mortal servants everywhere, and a crimson-red beast that roared crazily was rampaging inside.
"Be careful, this hell beast is not simple. It is unusually large and more difficult to deal with than all the ones I have seen put together."
Talos reminded in a low voice, Soshyan also observed carefully and found that the size of this hell beast was indeed abnormally large, almost as big as two fearless ones.
The so-called hell beasts are fearless creatures that have been corrupted by the power of chaos and whose minds have been swallowed up by madness and rage.
Being buried within a hellbeast is considered a great curse, and over time the flesh and blood of the remains will fuse with the metal of the machine in which it was buried.
Most hellbeasts were already in a state of complete madness even before the warp fused the metal prisons that imprisoned them with the flesh and blood buried inside, a blood-curdling madness of despair and rage over a long period of time. It erodes them.
Between battles, the sarcophagus containing the driver will be dismantled, and the driver's remains will be dragged out of the armored shell and left to lie motionless and roaring in the darkness.
The Hellbeast is locked like a beast when not in combat to prevent the broken soul of its pilot from causing it to suddenly go mad. When the Chaos Legion encounters an enemy they consider to be a troublesome enemy, the Hellbeast will be released, and the Hellbeast The madness of the Chaos Space Marine within the beast will burn even more fiercely when he awakens from hibernation.
Once it enters the battlefield, it will transform into a crazy beast that knows no difference between friend and foe, venting its mad rage wherever it passes.
Therefore, even for the Chaos forces, using hell beasts is the last resort.
And this hell beast noticed the new intruder immediately, and it immediately started running at a speed that was extremely disproportionate to its size.
"Destroy it!!"
Soshiyang gave an order, and the hell beast was immediately attacked by a hail of bullets.
But the explosive bombs bounced away without any effect, and only the plasma exploded on the beast, which only caused its armor to ripple and bubble unnaturally, but failed to cause any substantial damage.
This extraordinary defensive power made Soshyan frown.
"what happened?"
"Damn it! I just realized that its original material is actually a Leviathan Dreadnought! Huron is really a madman!"
Upon hearing Talos's words, Soshyan's heart immediately tightened.
The Leviathan Siege Dreadnought was a large Space Marine Dreadnought used by the Legiones Astartes during the Great Crusade and the Horus Heresy.
This giant dreadnought was born in the later stages of the Great Crusade and was built in very limited quantities. It was secretly developed by the Empire without the support of the Mechanicus - it was also one of the few war machines built by the Empire without the support of the Mechanicus.
Its massive structure is a mixture of technologies, some of which can be traced back to the legacy of the Dark Age of Technology. The resources to build these war machines are almost equal to those of making a knight.
This heavily armored Dreadnought is much taller than the later cast-iron Dreadnoughts, and its combat effectiveness is astonishing.
Those few Leviathan Dreadnoughts that survived into the 41st Millennium are an ancient and terrible legacy, they are rarely spoken of, rarely deployed on the battlefield, revered and feared by the Chapters who possess them. fear.
But it is difficult for outsiders to know that the ancient warriors buried inside must be tortured and destroyed. The special mechanism unique to the Leviathan Dreadnought will drive them to the edge of madness. The Dreadnought pilots are trapped in the machine itself. In the nightmare created by Leviathan, these veterans buried in Leviathan's sarcophagus will eventually be destroyed by the tremendous pressure exerted by Leviathan.
so
Only the Chapter Master has the authority to unleash these horrific machines in war, as the Leviathan's fearless attacks and killings are dictated solely by their dark will, as is that of their commander.
A Leviathan hellbeast?
Soshyan's head began to swell and hurt.
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