"The Ghost of Destruction? Please answer, please answer—"
Kelkus has sent out more than a dozen communication requests to the fleet outside, but there is no sound from the communication channel except that scream.
Afterwards, he shook his head at the Lord next to him, Luft Huron.
"It seems...the other party has prepared a special trap for us."
Huron sighed softly, but with a smile on his face.
"Master, the situation has changed now, should we first--"
"Retreat?"
Huron grinned, as if mocking his subordinate's stupidity.
"I can guarantee that as soon as our Thunder Eagle leaves the hangar, Hell Eye's weapon system will activate and wipe out all of us. At this distance, none of us can escape."
"But why didn't they do it halfway?"
"Because they weren't sure if I would land in person."
Huron stared down at his slightly moving claws.
"What a plan, Soshyan Alexey."
At this time, Huron calmed down, without anger or disappointment. It was this kind of calmness in the face of danger that helped him survive one disaster after another.
"wizard."
He turned his attention to Garon Sulet.
"We think this kind of communication interference is abnormal. What do you think?"
The Chaos Sorcerer's horned helmet nodded lightly.
"Yes, Master, I feel the fluctuation of psychic energy, and its principle is quite similar to the subspace storm... If it continues, I am afraid the situation will be very bad, and our fleet will become blind and deaf. "
"So we have to fight quickly."
Huron didn't stop much and moved forward along the road Soshyan had walked.
The interior of the Star Fortress was now as dead as the exterior, and the Red Pirates passed through the lifeless halls and saw nearly annihilated statues guarding indifferently its slaughtered slaves.
As the exploration deepened, the red pirates became more and more vigilant because the destruction here was so complete.
On the other hand, Star Castle is not completely silent.
The bent metal squeaked under the heavy pressure; leaked fuel and coolant dripped, splashed, sprayed, or flowed, and the sound of footsteps echoed on a scale of kilometers or more, refracting, turning, and twisting in the passage of broken metal. , until finally it felt as if there were thousands of troops striding toward everyone from the shadows in front.
They then passed through a huge temple-like hall, its window lattice originally decorated with stained skulls now just open holes.
Those skulls were broken into millions of colorful fragments and covered the ground beneath the feet of the Red Pirates. A row of demon statues turned into a swaying defeated phalanx, scattered among the ruins. A huge Khorne demon once spread its wings. The wings were entrenched on the high wall, but now they turned into rubble and fell at their feet.
There are corpses wearing scarlet armor everywhere, mixed with a little dark green. Their power armor was broken and dyed black with blood.
After inspection by the pharmacist, it was discovered that the condition of these corpses was far from ideal. The gene seeds of each corpse were either destroyed or poached.
Huron used his combat boots to turn over another corpse wearing rotten armor. The corpse inside almost dissolved, revealing a large amount of disgusting pus as it moved. The armor bore the mark of the God of Corruption.
"People from Copras."
Although his words were heavy, his tone was disapproving.
"It seems that the level of this Plague Warrior is not as high as he said."
He then examined the body of a red pirate warrior.
He died in the battle, bearing the marks of bolters and blades, and the acidic residue on the nearby decks and bulkheads, where the demon's physical form had been destroyed and dissolved.
There is no doubt that they have also summoned demons. Although they are the lowest level, they are still demons, but it is obvious that the desired effect has not been achieved.
"Who's coming?"
Huron asked in a low voice. Several of his wizards stood nearby, and the power suit and the servo device in it made low sounds.
"I'll do it, Master."
Garon Surlet stepped forward.
For those of them who wield the power of witchcraft, extracting the memories and memories of the deceased does not require eating brain tissue or anything else. They can directly drag out the soul of the deceased.
Especially one who died not long ago.
He squatted next to the body, pulled out the knife, and stabbed the deceased in the head.
But a few seconds later, Garon Sulet made a surprised sound.
"Huh?"
"how?"
"His soul...is gone."
"Gone?"
Huron stared at the dead warrior. His pale face was covered with criss-crossing scars, and his bright yellow eyes were dull.
"Taken away by some demon?"
In the subspace realm, this is commonplace, and the souls of the dead are the most delicious delicacies to the predators of nothingness.
But the Chaos Wizard shook his head.
"If a demon had taken him away, there would have been traces or smells left behind, but there was nothing on him. He was as clean as a washed and dried dish. There was not even a mark that his soul had ever existed on his body. If not, When I saw it with my own eyes, I thought I was seeing a dead thing in front of me.”
With that said, the wizard pulled out his ceremonial dagger and walked over to the other dead man.
"This one too."
Then the third, the fourth——
"all of them......"
His voice was trembling when he said this.
"This is impossible... Even the most terrifying soul snatcher cannot possibly eat so many souls at the same time! And this -"
The wizard pointed at a tactician with only half of his body left on the ground. The man had the obvious mark of Khorne on his forehead.
"He is a believer of the Blood God. No matter what, I don't believe that there will be even a trace of his soul left!"
"But the fact is-"
Huron showed a playful expression, and the sharp claws on his hands were unconsciously rubbing gently, making a crisp sound.
"Their souls have been taken away by something, or eaten up and wiped clean."
Garon Surlet replied in an almost frustrated tone:
"should be."
"It seems that something happened here that we don't know about. Do you think it has something to do with those Imperial people?"
"I can't say, but I have never encountered such a method."
The voices of Huron and Garon Sulet were only heard by them throughout the whole process, so the other red pirates only saw the wizard checking each corpse and did not know the results of the wizard's examination.
If they knew, their morale might drop to freezing point. After all, for Chaos Space Marines, even if they come to the end, they must at least return to the embrace of the gods they believe in.
Huron thought for a moment, and then said to the wizard:
"Don't make any noise about this matter for now. We will investigate further after this battle is over."
"Yes, Master."
