The blast door to the secret compartment opens with a sound much like hydraulic grinding.
Within less than a second of seeing Valere, Dietrian smelled an odor strong enough to produce a sense of obscene physicality - it literally hit him the moment the bulkhead opened.
His mechanical eye even activated its shielding function automatically, as the smell seeped into the soft tissue of his eye, choked his throat, and irritated what little skin he had left with a sickening, moist warmth. .
Even swearing was a mistake, because as soon as the air hit his taste detection system, it turned into a smell.
"Get ready to start screaming."
Said the Mechanical Heretic to the traitor of the Red Corsair.
The "corpse" on the operating table groaned, breathless, and could no longer scream.
So little was left that even Dietrian could no longer be sure of its original appearance.
The pharmacist turned to look at the mechanical cultist who had "returned from evil to righteousness". The blade in his hand was wet and red.
Beside him were four bodies, skinned and still dripping with water, hanging on dirty chains around the table in the middle.
Valere could see Dietrian's eyes flickering towards the hanging bodies, and then explaining their existence in an unusually calm voice.
"They're alive, their pain seeping into the screaming sensors."
The traitorous pharmacist used the bloody knife to scratch the prisoner's skinned face.
"Now it's ripe, swollen with pain, they no longer beg for death with their throats, tongues and lungs...but I can hear their whispers caressing my soul, but it's short lived and now it's gone It’s very close to the end, what do you want to say, Bishop?”
"They are all your former comrades-in-arms, don't you want to say anything else?"
"Oh, of course, while I was cutting them open, I kept chatting with them about the past, which really offset part of the tedium of the monotonous work."
Dietrian snorted, his contempt for this traitor who jumped up and down deepened.
The ones he was slaughtering were the red pirates who had been captured on the Naisen No. 4. Some of them had died from their injuries.
As for why they are tortured like this——
A victim is required to activate the scream. Mortals cannot do it. Their souls are too fragile, so generally speaking, astropaths are used.
But there are more suitable sacrifices than the Astropath.
For example, Astartes.
As for whether Soshyan knew all this, Dietrian was not very sure, because the chapter leader had never paid attention to this instrument or even glanced at it, but based on his personal speculation, the chapter leader had many You should know more or less.
Most of the time, Sevatar was responsible for the screams, but the Prince of Crows was very interested in this instrument and praised it as a great invention.
But this time, it was Talos who issued the activation order, just like in the past.
Dietrian walked among the chained living dead and between the operating tables on which they lay - Valier's task was actually to keep the corpses alive a little longer.
Each body was almost inhuman, just a mass of muscle tissue and stripped veins, twitching at the last moment.
All the Red Corsairs were missing tongues, lips, hands, and noses, every part was utterly destroyed, and every part was desecrated as never before.
He was walking through a living monument to fear and pain: vices born of the Eighth Legion's dreams.
Technological heresy afterward
Looking back at the rubble, if he had seen the pride in his opponent's eyes at that moment, he would no longer be able to tolerate the existence of this traitor who jumped repeatedly.
It was even difficult for him to understand why Soshyan wanted to keep this guy.
"not enough....."
Dietrian whispered after a minute, over the low groans and gurgling sounds of the pulse tracer.
"It's not enough to deal with such a large fleet."
"So--"
Valier tilted his head and looked at the Mechanical Bishop.
Dietrian issued a model, and then the cabin door opened again, and teams of servitors walked inside. They carried more than a dozen Space Marines who had been stripped of their power armor and bound their hands and feet. Some of them had their bodies Mutations have occurred, and most people have suffered battle injuries with mutilated limbs, and some have suffered severe head injuries.
Apparently, they were all red pirates captured on the battlefield.
When the red pirates saw the scene inside, their eyes widened in horror.
They anticipate all kinds of outcomes, but never this one.
These people are truly Empire loyalists! ?
"Oh, new stuff, that's good, just give me a moment."
On the way to the operating table, a red pirate suddenly grabbed Valier's leg while passing by him.
"Valiel...I know it's you, this voice."
The red pirate, who had an arm and a leg broken, swallowed a mouthful of blood before he even opened his mouth.
Then he tightened his grip.
"Valer! I'm Tedley. I saved your life in Badab!"
"Remember, remember, of course."
Valier lowered his head and said to him:
"Now, please take your hands away."
But the desperate red pirate tightened his grip.
"Don't do this! Don't leave me here, let me go, I swear I won't tell anyone! I saved you once!"
The pharmacist looked down at his injured comrades, whom they had fought side by side in the past.
The warrior's face was half-hidden in a wash of blood and burned tissue, his skull exposed, one of his arms ended at a bicep, and only the fleshy stem of one leg was left, oozing from where his knees had once been liquid.
"Remove your hands."
Valere repeated it again.
"We'll discuss this as a group, Tedley. You know very well that I don't like to be touched."
But the Red Pirate only held on tighter.
"Valiel, listen to me..."
Valier bent down, squeezed the warrior's hand with his own, and pulled back the other's fingers.
But the red pirate still held on tightly, like the last straw in the hands of a drowning man.
Valier didn't say a word after that, and directly deployed the laser cutter and bone saw on the medical gauntlet.
The next second,
The warrior roared loudly.
"Did you just learn something?"
Valier asked with a smile.
"You disgusting bastard! Bastard! Traitor! I curse you! I will curse you even if I die!!!"
The pharmacist chuckled and threw the severed hand into the corner.
"Prepare the life enhancement device."
Valere took a breath of stale breath, walked to the nearest table, and finally took off his helmet.
"In order to repay your kindness, I will let you be the first."
He whispered to the fuzzy flesh and blood of his former comrade-in-arms. The man used his last strength to turn his eyes to him, raised his moist eyes to look at the pharmacist's eyes, looking at a place that was completely forgotten——
