Garmozej stopped outside the desecrated church, not wanting to interrupt Tubek's prayers.
Surrounding the Thousand-Word Wizard, the corpses were arranged in a zigzag shape, the spines and limbs formed runes, and the energy aura crackled around Tubek.
The violent colors distorted the air and scratched the space. Even Garmo Zejie, who was standing outside the ritual circle, could feel a pull.
The aura showed pure hunger, an abstract concept trying to materialize.
Suddenly, there was a flash of light, reality screamed as it was split open by an axe, and the aura disappeared.
Tubek turned around and stepped through the circle of corpses and walked towards Garmo Zejie. The robe outside his armor was smoking, and the edges of the prayer scroll tanned by human skin were scorched black and curled in the high temperature.
Qianzi looked at the thing following Garmo Zejie, and then said contemptuously:
"Ah, a ghoul, this thing should be thrown away."
What was once Rooney shrank back a little, looking out at the world, and what was left of him would condense into something more solid than steam, and he would be reminded of who he was.
He would scream at what he had become, but his deformed body would not listen to him, and then everything would turn into painful disillusionment as he looked out through eyes that were no longer his.
Then he saw something coming out of the ceremonial circle.
It was a solid shadow, human-shaped but featureless, with only vague depressions where the eye sockets were, and irregular structures on the sides of the head reminiscent of ears.
The thing sped through the burning streets, leaping from flame to flame with dark grace and speed.
Wherever it flies, the inhabitants obey a greater will.
They killed each other in perfect violence, chaos spread, and it moved even faster.
As if aware of what the creature around him was observing, Galmo Zejie gently lifted the creature's feet, causing it to curl up and howl like a puppy.
"It's funny, forget about it."
Garmo Zejie then asked:
"What did you see?"
"I saw it, brother. Soshyan is being entangled by a Khorne Daemon. Abaddon's plan is going well, and what you are looking for is in the hottest part of the battlefield."
"you sure?"
Tubek nodded again.
"I foresaw the coming of what you seek, and redemption."
Redemption, for those who are loyal to Chaos, this is a word rarely submitted.
"Redemption."
Garmo Zejie murmured softly, savoring the syllables of the word and exploring its deeper meaning.
"Redemption."
Tubek repeated:
"Something is coming to the Paiji star."
Garmo Zejie nodded thoughtfully, and then looked at the blasphemous ritual ring.
"The follow-up plan requires a large army to serve us. There are tens of millions of blood here. Inspire these people and let them fight for us."
"I'm already doing it, it's going to take a while."
With that said, Tubek glanced around. Figures wearing silver armor, stained with ashes and blood, stood guard at various locations, but only the most conspicuous one was missing.
"Where is the Prince of Thorns?"
"Amon seems to have found some interesting prey. I guess it is the young birds of the Astral Knight, so let him go."
Tubek snorted lightly, then joked:
"Originally, I thought you were planning to do it yourself. After all, these are people under Soshiyang, and the opportunity is rare."
Garmo Zejie responded with a sneer.
"Their blood will only tarnish the value of my revenge. Only Soshyan's blood can erase the shame on me, only him!"
"Then you have to take advantage of it."
After saying that, Tubek turned back to continue his ritual, while Garmo Zejie turned and stared to the east. His sight seemed to be able to cross the mountains and plains and reach the core of his hatred.
"Yes, we should take good care of it..."
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"Keep running! Don't stop!!"
Bahram said as he pointed his gun at the surrounding shadows.
Li Lin and Sablin each carried an injured warrior on their backs. Each of them had several horrific scars on their bodies, and the condensed blood stained the four's power armors bright red.
Half an hour ago, Bahram was intercepted by a mysterious killer just after his round with Sablin and others.
The opponent, wearing midnight blue power armor, suddenly emerged from the shadows like a ghost, and directly killed a soldier of the 11th Company. Then the furious people began to chase, but they did not expect to fall into the opponent's traps one after another. As a result, the two were severely injured, and their only result was Sablin giving the other party a blow on the back.
"Damn Night Lord bastard!"
Li Lin cursed while carrying his unconscious comrade on his back.
"Don't let me catch him!"
"Save some strength."
Sablin on the side gasped:
"That's a master of ambush and stealth. Do you think he can't kill Kai and Ogne? He deliberately injured them, just to torture us and delay our progress."
Sablin was still thinking about the few seconds of the brief encounter with the opponent in his mind.
The opponent's first characteristic is that he is fast, ridiculously fast.
The second characteristic is that he is very good at making use of the terrain and surrounding environment.
If one-on-one, Sablin felt that he was only 10% sure of defeating the opponent and 40% sure of surviving.
"About to arrive!"
The gate of a square building appeared at the end of the avenue. This was a bunker used to garrison troops when the camp was first established. It was abandoned due to the expansion of the camp, but its solid structure became the best shelter at the moment.
But before heading to the bunker, they had to overcome another hurdle.
In the muzzle flash and dancing flames, the silhouettes of the thugs were silhouetted, those who fell into madness took pleasure in killing people.
Groups of thugs blocked the streets on both sides, some still sane people trying to find shelter that didn't exist, and others trying to escape the battlefield and the raging horror.
Crowds of people collided in the streets, fighting, screaming, and tearing each other to pieces.
"Bahram, clear a path!"
Hearing Sabourin's voice, Bahram gritted his teeth and pointed his bolter forward.
"Get out of my way!"
That was his last warning, and then the bolters opened fire, Li Lin and Sablin each firing with one-handed rifles.
Soon the road became a threshold leading to a charred morgue.
Some were driven away, others were utterly enraged, having witnessed the slaughter carried out by the Emperor's Angels, convinced that the Imperium had turned its back on all, and howled and attacked the Space Marines.
Stones, bones, and even saliva were slapped on Bahram's helmet. Although they could not hurt him at all, they made him feel sad and angry.
Why?
Why is this happening?
The people they were supposed to protect became the people they wanted to massacre.
This anger aroused Bahram's heart. He drew his sword and began to chop violently.
Those people died like weeds, and none of their bodies were intact.
Shocked by the massacre, the remaining people dispersed, leaving only corpses on the ground and the cries of the dying.
The Space Marines silently put away their weapons and strode over the corpses, causing a sound of bones and flesh being crushed, mixed with faint screams.
"Wait, what is this sound?"
Suddenly, Sablin stopped.
He heard a sound that was neither anger nor victory, nor contempt nor hatred, but something deeper.
Bahram looked around and saw nothing alive, but he heard it too.
That is laughter, endless laughter, a laughter that will paint the whole world with the color of fear——
