Thor moved in the darkness and heat, feeling that the surrounding temperature had risen again. It was obvious that his route was correct. After exhausting all methods, he finally sneaked into this secret area.
A few months ago, just after he went deep into the area occupied by the Black Legion and entered the huge underground cave called the Korra Pit, he discovered that the Black Legion had already arrived one step ahead and was also conducting some secret activities here. There was even a temple built underground.
He did not inform Soshyan of this news immediately. Firstly, it was for safety reasons. After all, he was already in the core of enemy-occupied territory. On the other hand, he also planned to find out what the other party was doing first. What exactly does Abaddon want to do with the enemy a thousand meters underground?
Suddenly, in his dim vision, he saw a body on a flatbed truck.
It was a corpse wearing armor and had been dismembered. The green color belonging to the Dark Angel was almost covered by the blood-colored luster. Thor could only identify it as a soldier of the Dark Angel Crow Wings through the marks on the body.
But the body part of the corpse was not complete, because the head was also missing, and there were only silent servitors beside it.
Thor knew that the Word Bearers would mutilate their enemies or sacrifice slaves to their gods, but their sacrifices often had a purpose.
Soon, Thor saw several warriors wearing black armor walking into the temple, and retreated deeper into the darkness.
One of them is a Chaos Lord wearing a unique conical horned helmet, surrounded by spikes, black mist and blood. Next to him is a twisted thing wearing a skull helmet and a scepter. Thor feels that he Kind of like the Dark Apostles of the Word Bearers.
"Pack it up."
As soon as the Chaos Space Marines came in, they gave orders to the servitors.
As if out of some instinctive understanding, the servitor bowed briefly, then placed the Dark Angel's body into a steel coffin, then they all lifted him onto their shoulders and left under the leadership of the Chaos Space Marines. room.
Thor lingered behind them, probing the shadows for anyone else, and for a brief moment he suspected he had been spotted, but no one turned around.
While keeping his enemies at arm's length, Thor is led to a path lined with statues, most of them twisted and grotesque.
Watching intently, Saul watched as the pallbearers prayed in front of a set of blast doors—the exact action was unclear, but their reverence was palpable—before continuing into a dimly lit room beyond.
Using the shadow as a hiding cloak, he walked into the room.
But as he went deeper, he suddenly realized it was an anatomy room.
A surgical operating table occupied the center of the room, surrounded by rings of seats, and although no one sat on them, any rituals or experiments performed here were conducted in secret.
A guy who looked like the Dark Apostle of the Word Bearers put on a robe trimmed with black and called his assistants to move forward.
Those depraved creatures, hunchbacked and robed, slinked to the bedside.
Hot radiation penetrated the silence softly as they lifted the scattered parts of the Dark Angel's body and laid them on top.
Many years ago, maybe Thor would have been angry, but now he only felt a little cold, as if his blood had been drained and turned into ice and a layer of soil covered him.
The Dark Apostle stepped forward and approached the table. The servitors stepped back respectfully, and then he picked up an arm and inspected it.
"No brain?"
he asked, lowering the hand and turning to his companion.
"The wizard took it away."
The Chaos Lord replied simply.
"I understand, now our omniscient Lord Warmaster wants to please an Ether dweller so that it can give us some more benefits."
There was almost a contemptuous tone in the Dark Apostle's words.
"You're speaking out of turn. You'd better remember who you're serving now."
"Yes."
The Dark Apostle turned his retort into a roar.
"Your loyalty is known, and so is your ambition."
The Chaos Lord tried to retort, but was rudely interrupted.
"Stop talking nonsense, I need to focus, you're testing my patience."
The Chaos Lord was impatient with his tirade, but instead of continuing the argument, he snorted and retreated into the shadows to let the other party work.
Thor had been watching with disgust, but he was curious about the obvious divisions within the ranks of the Black Legion.
"A warrior's hand."
The Dark Apostle said, stroking the corpse's palm with his armored fingers as he continued his morbid examination.
"Very strong, but I need more."
Then he pointed at the body of the dark angel in front of him.
"Open it."
One of the assistants took out a laser cutter from under the stone slab and cut out the breastplate from the front.
The gilded decoration fell from the clay and fell to the floor with a clatter, ignored by everyone.
When the assistant holding the knife retreated, the Dark Apostle inserted his fingers into the incision, groaned hard, and opened the chest of the corpse.
The complex structure of the Astartes' organs was exposed, with the two hearts and third lungs recognizable to almost everyone, as well as the backside of the bony plates that fused the Astartes' ribs.
The Dark Apostle reached into the bloody darkness and pulled out an organ.
It looked like an oval kidney, or it might be a phage. The Dark Apostle looked at it coldly, put down the organ, and took out a handful of internal organs.
He threw them onto the stone slab and stood for a long time, staring at the pulled out organs and the spurting blood.
"The Dark Angels still come to pursue their own secrets."
the Dark Apostle hissed, and Thor saw his intentions in this action.
Then the warlock passed a finger through the bloody miasma.
"They believe their rebellious brother is here, and the Warmaster can take advantage of this."
"Corpse Discriminator, where are the Astral Knights?"
The Chaos Lord asked in the darkness, and Thor finally knew this guy's name.
He had heard of corpse discerners. This was a very rare branch of the Word Bearers. They were able to use corpses to perform dark divination rituals, and they were very accurate.
"I don't know, unless you can get the body of an Astral Knight."
The corpse-reader stared once more at the dark angel's open chest.
"The blood vessels on the third lung are there, which shows that they and the friendly forces are not completely of the same mind. He is even a person who does not know his fate until his death."
The corpse examiner's voice was full of malice.
Then, the Chaos Lord in the shadow spoke again.
"Then bring in the other body."
Soon, the servants dragged in another cold body, and Thor could see clearly that it was a mortal.
He is about forty years old, male, naked, with obvious muscle outlines on his body, and many calluses on his hands. He is obviously a manual worker.
The corpse examiner looked at it and then picked up the knife from the side.
"Hey, you have to be careful. This is the last ethnic group of those cavemen. If we can't see clearly, then we will lose all clues."
Hearing this sentence, the corpse examiner was stunned for a while.
"Is this the last one?"
"Nonsense, most of the cavemen were slaughtered by the imperial colonists, and only a small number blended into the colonists' social groups. However, they were dug out after a lot of hard work. The ancient records say very clearly, They are the last people to know of the entrance to the Underground Webway."
Upon hearing this, Thor frowned.
How did the Black Legion know that there was an entrance to the webway underground? Who told them?
"I know, I will be careful."
As he spoke, the corpse examiner cut open the body of the deceased and began to dig through the complex internal organs.
