Chapter 454 I Really Don’t Want to Stay in This Place Any Longer (4K3)

At noon, I found that I was too sleepy after finishing writing in the early morning and didn't press send. I had been working all the time when I woke up in the morning and didn't realize it. I hurriedly found some time to code some more, so I just added an update today. There are still chapters later today -

Samokwan turned around in his sleep.

He had a dream.

He dreamed of that day, the day he learned of the news of his father's death.

The boy went out with his friends that day and caught many plump cold-water salmon. He was very happy because his mother often looked at him with a sad face.

Samokwan also knew that when he was growing, he was always very, very, very hungry. His height grew in tandem with his appetite, and his stomach was like an empty black hole, much to his mother's despair. He was indeed able to eat enough when his father was around, but once his father went to the front line, it was difficult for his mother to get enough food and water.

So these fat and big fish will definitely make my mother smile today.

He stepped on his non-slip boots wrapped in fur and moss, and walked happily back towing the small trailer.

But he saw a crowd gathering at the door of their house.

There are serious officers wearing uniforms and golden badges, there are also ecclesiastical priests with fanatical faces, and there are neighbors who stretch their necks or lean together to whisper, while constantly scratching the eagle on their chests.

They said that the tall father he remembered vaguely died in a world called Cadia.

Samokwan didn't know where it was, but his father died there.

They said that Samokwan's father died in an imperial affair, and that his diligence was commendable, so there was no need to feel sad, and he should be blessed. Then they gave his mother some medals and some food, and the priest took the opportunity to deliver a sermon and then dispersed. .

As the crowd dispersed and he saw his mother on her knees crying, the boy paid no attention to the salmon that began to scatter from the trailer.

He ran over and hugged his mother.

But when Samokuan looked at the hateful light in his mother's red and swollen eyes under her disheveled hair, a real chill rose from the bottom of his stomach.

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Samokuan tossed and turned.

He felt a little uncomfortable, and the wounds punctured by sharp claws on his back were itchy.

He mumbled, but the warm liquid and soft muscles enveloped him, so he didn't open his eyes and just continued to sleep.

He remembered screaming and kicking during the raid on his Chuji Academy. Someone came and hit him roughly with an iron bar. His calf bones hurt, and he curled up.

Then he was taken to the slave camp in Medlengard... Here, many people died every day due to various ways of death, and his companions were also killed and injured. But when they were working that day, they heard something in the camp Another attack outside began.

But what does offense have to do with working slaves? It's just a matter of changing from one master to another. It could even be said that they were lucky enough not to be pushed to fill the trenches with their own bodies.

But when they were called out to line up, Samokan was still angry when he saw the skull and medal on the chest of the leader standing at the front of the line.

He thought of his father and his short life.

It's better to end this as soon as possible. Before it ends, he has to make his loudest voice to this fucking world.

So he rushed out and loudly rebuked the old-looking Chaos Lord amidst the horrified eyes of the people around him.

The boy originally thought that he would be brutally tortured and eventually die out of loyalty to the Emperor or the memory of his parents. Perhaps after offending a Chaos bastard in this way, his soul would be ground up, captured, and eaten. , but at least he was a human when he died, and since he died in an imperial affair, maybe he could finally see his father after his death?

But the sallow-faced Chaos Lord just stared at him for a long time without killing him.

What happened next confused him even more.

The old Iron Warrior named Soltarn, who was called the Lord of the Earth, would take the time to teach him how to observe other people's battles, how to calculate the earthwork needed for the project, how to understand the power of rocks and earth, and how to eat and other things every day. Living like a human didn't torture him either, and every time he asked, Thortan said, "You'll understand when you meet my fathers."

So... is he the father? Because of missing my father? But why the plural?

The creatures of the warp whispered quietly around the sleeping child. Tentacles of haze began to penetrate his dreams.

"...In the group that uses psychic powers, unusual dreams are usually a sign, or a possibility." It seemed that an inadvertent word from Soltarn when he was guiding him to feel the power of the rock sounded in his eardrums.

Samokwan found himself watching a gathering of Chaos Iron Warriors from a crouched rooftop perspective.

Someone was talking, but he couldn't hear clearly until a figure following the Chaos Lord with a silver arm came forward following some kind of call.

This figure was wearing the power armor of the Iron Warriors. When he took off his helmet, Samokuan's face deformed with fear.

Loose and pale skin is exposed under the helmet, which is stretched haphazardly on the bright red muscles and pale skull. Rough suture traces of blackened catgut can be seen everywhere on the neck, behind the ears, chin, and on the top of the head, but that one The face has certain genetic characteristics inherited from a higher being with a more aristocratic temperament, and it also has the characteristics of bones that have been widened and deformed after the Space Marine transformation surgery.

Samokwan realized he knew the face as well as his own storm-gray eyes.

It was the ancient sculpture-like face of the Space Marine Palfimer, Soltarn's lieutenant.

The boy woke up screaming, panting.

At the same time, he remembered the moment when he was picked up by a creature swooping down from the sky.

Then he had no time to look back and miss his motorcycle - he screamed louder, but the sound was absorbed by the liquid, and he choked and coughed from the large amount of liquid he swallowed.

The fishy-smelling mucus immediately filled his nasal cavity and trachea, flooding his eyeballs. He groped in panic, and found that he was sealed alive in some kind of dark, soft but warm liquid that was invisible. inside the huge leather bag.

He began to cry desperately for help to the Emperor and Soltarn, and tried with all his strength to move his numb and weak limbs.

Help--

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The chill that penetrates the soul drips from the black shadow, eroding every warrior who enters the tunnel. They are now like ants clinging to each other, clinging tightly around Uriel and Pasanius - no matter how sharp they are Or those who didn't take it seriously could feel the difference between the warmth around them and the black, icy chill of those whispering shadows.

……kill……

…Death is the final destination…Join us…

...so sad...it hurts...

…abandonment…lies…all lies…

...The only option is to kill...

...boundless...darkness...

...Kill...Kill...Kill...

…Kill them all…

……or……

…join us…

In a trance, someone picked up a weapon, and the rosary beads on his chest became hot, awakening Uriel Ventris, who was also trapped in self-doubt and great sadness. He began to turn his head alertly.

"Don't listen to them!! Soldiers!" Uriel shouted, and at the same time he began to stretch out his arms to knock on the helmets and pauldrons of several people who seemed to be in a trance. "Don't point the gun at yourself and your companions. ! If you want to shoot! Shoot at them! Shoot at the black places!”

With clear orders given, bolter rounds were fired with unerring precision into these eerie black shadows, exploding within them to create huge explosion cavities.

Their bodies quickly swell and explode like a mixture of half-melted rotten rubber, sewer humus, and factory sludge—and unfortunately, they also smell as bad as those things mixed together. It was like punching everyone in the nose.

Uriel endured the feeling of nausea and vomiting and turned around. His rosary released a faint chemical fragrance from his chest - he smelled cetearyl alcohol, glycerin, honey, eucalyptus leaves, citric acid and menthol from it. The smell mixed with animal furs and so on - it was like the smell of heaven here - and then he saw the unfortunate Svolgard - Brother of the Wolf, hunched over, vomiting as if to spit out his entrails, he He almost fell to his knees due to vomiting.

He hurriedly called for people to run over, grabbed Brother Wolf's head and put it on his chest, letting him smell the scent of the rosary pendant - Svolgard's beard was covered with his own vomit, and his face was pale. They looked like they were starting to convulse from the stench.

"Flamethrower! Follow with the flamethrower!" Uriel shouted, shouting to his brother who was moving towards here with another group of people wrapped around him, "Pasanius! Use your flamethrower! And Anyone carrying fire can throw!"

"Copy that! Hold on! I'm coming!"

Uriel's shout had an effect, as the hissing promethium flame was spurted out, and ignited these shadow creatures at lightning speed, burning strangely bright blue on their dark bodies. White flames, these things rolled painfully, screaming and clearing a space for the soldiers to advance, but they still did not leave, but new eyes and black mud kept rising from the depths, replacing those who had been killed. Black mud ignited and burned by flames.

Pausanius used his tall stature and familiarity with weapons to move back and forth, and burned a wide enough isolation belt on both sides of the passage - these things are so flammable that a single spark can ignite a large area , the killing efficiency of the flames is not very high, but things like Kallan-Golli continue to pour out, and the number seems to be endless.

"Keep moving forward! Don't stop! Move quickly!" Uriel shouted, and at the same time, he and Jeffer picked up Svolgard, who was weak from vomiting, and rushed forward.

Finally, before the heat on the surface of the rosary pendant and power armor became too hot for Uriel to bear, they rushed out of the tunnel, stepping on the flames and the sludge monster that almost jumped on them.

Once they left this strange dark arch tunnel, these indescribable black shadows with eyes shrank back and stopped pursuing them, as if they were afraid of something.

"Finally got rid of it."

"I should have carried more flamethrowers earlier. Man, your weapons are so useful. You can't tell the capacity of the fuel tank."

"What on earth was that thing just now?"

Svolgard spat several times, burning several holes through the iron plate on the ground. "I swear this thing definitely smells worse than the rotten meat of a servitor!"

Seraphas' face was as bright as gold, "Can't we just forget about it? Those are definitely witchcraft spirits, and they also have the stench of subspace. They are trying to weaken our spirits and make us kill each other or solve ourselves... In short, the concentration of wraiths is very bad. I rarely see it in my travels... How many people have died in such a small place? May you bless us." He gestured in Uriel's direction. .

"I don't know, but I know we can continue our mission now."

Then their progress became quite fast.

As if they didn't expect anyone to enter the fortress atrium through that tunnel alive, the frequency of their encounters with people and guards was greatly reduced, until they secretly followed a large engineering vehicle carrying the broken corpses of the Iron Warriors and other Space Marines. , leaving the bombing guidance beacon in the surround On the lava lake in the center, there is no one on the surrounding structural support points of the suspended spire, which is suspended in the air by countless rock pillars and thick iron chains. It looks extraordinary at first sight and is probably where the main command room and the throne room are located. Spotted them—or spotted them, but were immediately swarmed and knocked down.

"Why do you think those corpses were transported away like this?"

"I don't know. But I don't think a normal Space Marine would treat his brother's corpse like this. There are even..." The green-armored warrior who spoke narrowed his bionic eyes again to adjust the focus, "There are even traces of the pharmacist's surgery. No, not one."

"Don't think about it. The concentration of psychic energy in this place is the highest around the spire and below the spire, so it must be where the core and the demon furnace are. If we blow this up, everything will stop. So we can use the teleportation beacon. Oh. Damn it." Seraphas, who was responsible for activating the psychic beacon, cursed in a strange dialect, which never sounded good.

"What's wrong?"

"The psychic interference is too serious." Blood Crow Think Tank raised his finger and pointed in the direction of the spire, "There is a very powerful demon core below, and there are also witchcraft rituals running inside... To put it simply, you can activate the beacon directly here. Not only is it easy to be discovered, but it will also greatly interfere with the accuracy of the transmission. I don’t think you want to get lost in the vortex of subspace while wearing only a suit of power armor, right?”

"Sounds worse than dying here - what then?"

Seraphas opened the many parchment rolls and pamphlets on his belt, took out his brass divination tools and stones and gestured for a while, "We must at least run back to the exit of the tunnel we ran out of and start again. The beacon is far away from the demon core and the witchcraft circle, and we are familiar with the situation along the way."

Pasanius asked uneasily, "Are you sure that as long as we blow up that spire, we can blast all the evil here into the sky?"

"I'm 100% sure." Seraphas replied, "The aura inside is like hitting me in the face. Just like I'm sure the core inside is even the big demon of the Blood God, it's crazy but I'm sure. Solta Didn’t I tell you the appearance of the main tower in the inner court?”

"Indeed. Then we should go." Uriel agreed, "Before the entire swarm of death-strike missiles prepared by Soltarn flies into the sky."