Chapter 457 Uriel, Congratulations on Becoming a Father (?) (4K8)

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Now he was a piece of meat on a chopping block.

And he was surrounded by butchers who wanted to bleed him and cut his throat.

When his consciousness slightly crawled back from the edge of coma to tell him this, Uriel found that he had been stretched out and hung on a huge meat hook.

Oh, how familiar, meat hooks again... the same as when the Omphalos evil spirit was. Is he in conflict with butcher meat hooks or something?

Only this time they were deep in a cursed fortress on a demon planet in the Eye of Terror.

This meant that there would be no lucky space traffic accidents this time, and no kind people passing by would come to save him.

A slave with only half a head left staggered over and pushed a huge bucket under Uriel. The empty walls and bottom of the bucket were dyed crimson by the accumulated blood over time, and exuded a strong rusty smell.

This was a bad omen.

"Where is this..." he asked vaguely. The large amount of anesthetic made him speak with a lisp. Acidic saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth, making a hissing sound. One side of his vision was blurred with blood red. Fortunately, the other eye could still be used.

"A place where you will play your greatest role, a temple dedicated to the great and true Om Messiah, a place where you will contribute your flesh and blood to feed more of our warriors."

Some kind of huge mechanical modified creature walked over on its six mechanical spider-like spiked legs. He was hunched over, but still much taller than a Space Marine. Several distillation tubes containing unknown liquids were inserted into its back, and more mechanical tentacles and servo arms sprouted from it. A decayed dark mechanical skull eight-pointed star emblem swayed on the tattered robe on his chest.

The former Ultramarines panted and tried to finally struggle out of the chains that trapped him, but to no avail.

He smelled the plasma cutting beam cutting through ceramic steel and plastic pipes, and at the same time his power armor began to leave him, and the moist and sticky air caressed his exposed skin. The temperature was not as low as he thought, there was an unsettling damp heat, and the hot cave ceiling, which was dark and smelled of slaughterhouses, morgues and sewers, was surrounded by red light.

"Let go... me... you disgusting monster... self-depraved... devil..."

At the same time, he tried to struggle out his arms again, but the other party obviously didn't like his name. A servo arm with a cutting knife on it roughly inserted into his chest. He smelled the smell of his own flesh burning, and struggled in fear because of the pain of the ribcage bone plate being cut and the meaning it represented.

"Don't struggle. Don't worry, your blood, your flesh, and your gene seed will go where they belong, and be enjoyed by the gods they belong to... Look..."

Uriel subconsciously followed the direction pointed by a sharp metal claw, and then choked:

Like a huge indoor mine, the rock pits that rotated and arranged downward in circles were surrounded by huge iron cages, from which many pipes of varying thicknesses extended. The thickest one was fleshy, but there were also traces of metal growth in it, just like a metal pipe inserted into some huge trachea or intestine, and the two were fused and grown together.

These pipes were still squirming and bouncing rhythmically, making them look like countless huge snakes without heads and tails, constantly rising and twitching during the injection or discharge process towards a valve or similar device in the human skin bag in the cage.

All these thickest mechanical and meat-mixed tubes extend to the center of the mine, where, in midair, countless flashing black magic circles, servo skulls, and small winged gargoyles surround the ubiquitous red light source in this demon cave.

This is a muscular but deformed and swollen demon with blood-red skin, sharp claws, and a head that looks like a reptile and a canine with horns. Dark red scales and dark mane surround its face, and three thick chains and silver spikes pass through its heart, abdomen, and head, allowing this behemoth to suspend in a weird way above the blood lake at the bottom of the mine, which is like boiling lava. A thick circulation pipe is inserted into its abdomen, connecting the blood in the blood lake to the body of this demon as it twists in pain - obviously, it is forced to stay in the real universe in this way, and has a certain witchcraft connection with all those weird human skin bags here.

Uriel saw that the wings on the back of the blood-red demon had been cut off at the root. The umbilical cord formed by the flesh and metal was gathered together like a coral branch or a lung trachea. The wounds from the cut wings of the demon were deeply rooted in its body, and the blood lake was another source of the red light and damp smell.

Hundreds of cultist mortal wizards were pierced around the blood lake, while still chanting certain spells in their mouths. Their blood gathered into small streams and continued to flow into the lake. At the same time, from several different directions, more disgusting things were happening at the same time.

Uriel now knew the answer to the question that their team was discussing just now, "Why did they pile up the bodies of Space Marines and Chaos Space Marines and transport them away?"

No one, anyone who knew anything about Space Marines, could come up with the answer to this question.

On the shore of the Blood Lake, surrounded by the blood stream of wizard sacrifices, those black mechanical cultists, nightmarish creatures who call themselves "savage morticians", are removing these dead and stripped bodies. Astartes corpses, regardless of chapter, loyalty or corruption, mixed with those gene-seeds , grind it with a huge grinder, and then randomly drag one out of a pile of equally naked unconscious children, stuff it into a human skin bag that has been sewn aside, and then pour it with the blood of the great demon and the blood of the wizard. The blood lake liquid with the power of witchcraft is finally added with a mixture of gene seeds and minced meat.

A hymn of praise to the dark gods rang out.

A newly filled human skin bag was lifted by a crane and loaded into an empty iron cage. The last fleshy umbilical cord mixed with metal stretched out like a huge tentacle until it tremblingly pierced the hanging end. In the wound on the back of the big demon above the blood lake, the weird squirming and eating sensation began.

There was a horrible, sticky slapping sound coming from the surrounding iron cages, and there was more than one of them.

Uriel suddenly woke up at this time and found that he had held his breath for some time.

There are many, many, densely packed ones, at least hundreds, surrounding this spiraling downward mine. In each iron cage, there is a large mass of things sewn with skin, and many of the skins also have witchcraft tattooed on them. Symbols with Marks of Chaos, differing skin tones suggesting they may be from different victims or They were sacrificial slaves. Some of the horrible leather bags in the cages were open and shriveled, while others were still very full. Some kind of big living thing was squirming inside - suddenly, an iron cage very close to them , a huge palm slapped hard on the belt wrapped around him, and five fingers were clearly visible.

That's people.

Uriel felt sweat rising from the back of his neck along with a chill.

There are people in there.

Not only the person, but also the size...

Space Marine. A Space Marine born tainted by sorcery and Chaos rituals.

Now he fully understood the dream of Varo Tigris.

This is indeed a very, very important mission, and their death oath is to completely destroy this ceremonial site that is committing the most vicious desecration of the Space Marine gene-seed and heritage.

Uriel now understands very deeply that as long as he is alive, he must fulfill this death oath for the Emperor, the Empire and the people he protects.

He struggled desperately to avoid and resist the further cutting of him by the barbaric undertakers. "Stop!" he roared, punching and kicking, "let me go!"

"Oh, oh, you are such a nasty blood bag, so noisy. How did he recover from anesthesia so quickly? I have ordered that other surgeries and slaughters can be performed without anesthesia, but the gene seeds are precise. Witchcraft material! You must be careful when taking it out. Increase the dose of sedation for him. I want to take out his gene seed."

"How dare you...ahem...my emperor..."

"Oh...poor corpse king and liar's believer, save it. Does he still have any authority here?"

A larger dose of sedative drug flowed coldly into his body along the needle.

Uriel screamed subconsciously due to the pain of his ribs being drilled through and the probe being pierced.

"What's going on!" The savage undertaker priest who looked like a combination of man, snail and octopus on a mechanical spider shouted angrily, "What's going on with this guy's gene seed?! Why is it missing... Who did it? ?...This surgical technique is very sophisticated...but it's really annoying! Who did it?"

What's missing?

He wanted to ask, but found that his strength and consciousness were quickly draining away.

"Useless trash! He has been cut open, but his seed is damaged. It seems that the whole thing needs to be thrown in for digestion. Is there a new one there? Cut him open! Sew it in!"

No, no, no... you can't... stop...

He wanted to speak, but he lost the strength to even open his mouth.

He was dragged to an amniotic bag. Uriel's struggle and resistance became weaker and weaker, because powerful tranquilizers were continuously pumped into his body, even exceeding the circulation speed of his genetically modified high-speed metabolism. . This time he really had no strength.

Uriel felt rough fingers with metal claws stuffing him into the soft and moist amniotic skin bag. The moist and warm flesh and mucous membranes wrapped him. He felt that his limbs were being sewn alive into the bloody amniotic membrane. Inside, the incision is tied to the blood vessel.

He felt the blood vessels around him pulsing, and the powerful heartbeat of the demon came from the flesh tube above his head that was connected to the bloody demon - that regular pulsation was the beating of the demon's heart.

"Okay, okay, it's quiet now. You can die here, melt inside, and become a blood bag and a petri dish..." The barbarian mortician murmured as he began to pick up the needle and thread, while chanting a prayer. Wen, "Your seed is missing... you can't be made into our new warrior..." …So then the demonic life force will cause your flesh to break apart along with the remaining gene-seed…and soon, wonderful mutations and unknown growth consequences will ensue. You will soon become equally fragmented, your power and your power. Skill will become the nourishment of this new warrior and be absorbed by him..."

"No," Uriel slurred, struggling weakly against the incapacitating drug. "Stop...how dare you...I'm going to kill you..."

But with the movement of the needle and thread being pushed and pulled, the inner amniotic membrane in the human skin bag had wrapped around him, followed by the sound of the outer layer of skin being sutured.

He was completely plunged into darkness, and his skin felt like it was covered with wet flesh and blood. Those blood vessels were squirming and trying to penetrate into every wound on his body. When he struggled to push them away , the warm liquid was injected into the bag, and the swaying, warm comfort gradually made people fall into confused and primitive paralysis and unconsciousness. Then all the sounds disappeared, leaving only the beating of the demon's heartbeat.

Gradually, it began to merge with the heartbeat of the person in the amniotic bag.

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Uriel Ventress lay comfortably in his mother's arms.

This is his mother's strong arms.

The farm in the cave in his hometown was about to harvest, and he knew those wheat waves, which were equally strong and soft, and it was very comfortable to lie in them.

He sighed contentedly. The nasal cavity is filled with the rich breath of life left by the water just sprinkled on it.

"This is not a good time for an Ultramarine to sleep."

A voice came to him.

Uriel jumped to his feet with joy.

"Captain Idaios! You're still alive! That's great!"

"I'm not alive, Uriel, remember? I deserved to die."

"...Ah." Ventress lowered his head and found that he had put on blue armor again at some point. "Eh...?"

"It's time for you to go back. We here have all heard about your extraordinary deeds, black and white god, right? But now a child is crying. It's time for you to help him, Uriel." Idaeo Si looked at him with a smile, and at the same time looked at the rosary pendant around his neck with his shining golden eyes.

"Really? I didn't hear the child cry."

"Of course." Idaios smiled and pointed in the distance, "Look, what is that?"

dark clouds. The rolling iron-gray dark clouds, wrapped in red lightning, surged toward this side with great force. As they rolled, the sky also emitted a burning white light——

The rosary beads on his chest suddenly became hot, until Ventris' mind was so hot that he became energetic.

This is his hometown of Cowes.

There can't be dark clouds and lightning in the sky of Calth because it's underground -

He slowly turned his face to his old company commander, who looked at him and smiled, and then just like the last time Uriel saw him, wounds, blood and dust climbed up his body and covered him.

"Go." Idaios smiled at him with the rest of his face, flames spurting out from his features, "You still have a lot to do, our master... no..." He shook his head, " It's not time to meet yet...but I'm not that worried anymore."

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There was indeed a child crying. Right next to him. But there was almost no sound, because the viscous liquid absorbed all sounds, leaving only strings of fine bubbles.

Then there was another wave of heat on Uriel's neck, which helped him focus his attention. At the same time, he painfully recalled what had happened before and all the details before this darkness fell.

With the disgusting liquid pouring into his nose and mouth, he couldn't tell the boy to hold on to him, so he simply gritted his teeth and grabbed onto what might have been the boy's legs.

The other party froze for a second, and then struggled more violently.

Oh my gosh, this kid is so strong.

But it also had its advantages. He tried his best to keep the amniotic membrane still on the other side, and the child's desperate struggle in the narrow environment tore open a sutured wound.

That's it...that's it. Uriel narrowed his eyes and pulled hard on the crack through the faint red light.

As the amniotic bag ruptured, a large amount of steaming liquid flowed onto the ground.

With a pop, he led the other party out of this terrifying hell of flesh and blood.

When they fell together to the dirty ground, stained darkly by the blood and tears of countless people, they stopped rolling until they could see each other's faces clearly.

Uriel Ventris suddenly realized why he had been feeling strange.

This made the former Ultramarine's heart beat like a drum and he was shocked. However, at any rate, when the rescued child saw his deformed arms and skin through the faint red blood light and screamed uncontrollably, he reached out his hand. Covered his mouth.

The pair of storm-grey eyes that were exactly like his looked back at Uriel with glaring whites and irises in their eyelidless sockets.

The boy's tears could not stay in these eyes. They flowed directly over the bright red muscles of Samokwan's face that had been torn apart by the abnormally fast supernatural growth, and turned into light red water droplets, dripping on the ground.