Chapter 88 Atlas

[Perturabo! ! ! ! ! ! ! 】

[Perturabo! ! ! ! ! ! ! You said it was okay! ! ! ! ! ! ! 】

He stood there, unable to move because of the dislocation between what he saw and felt and the true emotional response and physical body of human beings.

He screamed silently in his heart, his hands and feet were cold, and he felt that his lips and limbs were numb.

No, his body is so powerful, he can obviously react before everyone else - at least - but he can't control - can't control -!

【Syras! ! ! ! ! Syras! ! ! ! ! ! ! He has become like that! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! He has become like that! ! ! ! ! Perturabo! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 】

【Leave him. 】

In the eyes of others, the Chapter Leader stands like a towering mountain, a reliable front line where they can obtain protection and support at any time - the missile launch bays on the back of the Chapter Leader's power armor have all been raised to the launch position. , and the individual void shield, which has a relatively large range, has also been opened——

"I'm sorry."

A voice suddenly appeared on the communication channel, or appeared in everyone's mind. It was as sharp as gold and jade, and it was like the melting water of cold mountain glaciers that instantly soaked into the brain grooves of the listener.

【Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh eh? 】

【Ah. 】

"Before I put Syras together I must ask a question."

As the speaker's calm words unfolded, it was obviously just the most ordinary words, but the effect it brought was that Lamizane didn't know how to describe it, incredible, uh, Optimus Jade Pillar? Atlas that holds up the sky?

In short, in his eyes, the images and readings displayed through the eyepiece and retina showed that the chaotic spatial fluctuations began to stabilize, the curtain of the real dimension began to become thick again, and the monster from the green garden roared angrily and refused. , acid, dirt, and other disgusting pus spilled out from its bloody mouth along with internal organ fragments.

Through the unstable swaying curtain and fog, Lamizane saw what was hidden behind this huge demon. Some passage was opened, and the residence of the triple cycle master appeared in front of him. The situation made him immediately feel... Unbearably, I closed my eyes, retaining only the image of pure data.

This thing here cannot be accurately described, and this thing here cannot be truly understood.

If a mortal speaks it, it will dissolve into pus, and if a mortal understands it, it will turn into an egg of chaos.

If we had to describe it in terms that 2K humans can understand, it would be a vast garden made up of rolling black stars and everything in the dying world.

Its ground is a swamp exuding endless corrupt vitality and death, a rotten, warm galaxy that is gradually melting in despair. It is so huge that it can cover the entire nebula, and it is so twisted that it can be compared to maggots that greedily eat the fresh vitality, a plague that infects the stars and the galaxy, and brings endless corruption and twisted ecstasy. Give life to everything, turning everything it goes into filthy and unclean lifeless and immortal things. This is a cauldron shining with the light of a putrid and poisonous plague, in which something extremely filthy is brewing. "He" saw "his" brother falling, restoring, and being firmly controlled by that thing.

All glory has faded, all hope is gone.

Countless voices, in pain and despair, were forced to groan out hymns for the Great One. Forever weeping for that which never comes.

A woman is crying.

Even if you can only hear the sound of such desperate cries, you can imagine her beauty and vitality.

Like the song of the sirens.

who?

He struggled not to look again toward that unholy place of despair.

But his body began to lift his feet uncontrollably——

The voice rang in my ears again in time.

Like a hot knife slicing through fat animal fat, it cut through the entire scene of despair and almost made it worse.

"Why are you all rushing towards that valve and firing?"

The demon's roar became softer, the putrid smell faded, the ground returned to a hard metal floor, and the thick unnatural fog gradually became thinner.

All the disturbing sounds began to fade away like an ebbing tide on a beach.

People stopped and began to look at each other warily but more confusedly.

"My eyes tell me that the target you are planning to bombard with heavy firepower is the emergency vacuum valve on deck B8."

The eyepieces on Parogov Nilaydoa's white helmet shone a bright iris blue, like a bright comet streaking across the skyline.

"Since destroying it will suck us all out of the ship - and will probably prevent me from recovering Sylas's gene-seed, I have to stop you from doing this."

The apothecary's apprentice's white power armor and surgical lights stood out like a bright beacon in this ghostly world.

The ground beneath Parogov's feet was a clean steel gray.

The big golden bird behind his head spread its wings silently.

[Ah ah ah ah well done! You are indeed the reliable and quiet Parogov! ! ! ! ! 】

【snort! ! 】

The shocked Lamizane secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his power armor helmet, and was about to announce that he would regroup and restrain poor Syras and calibrate their map——

The ground that had just returned to being solid began to feel strange again. On the scorching desert, winding streams began to wash over everyone's feet.

[I (Gutai swear), is this fucking over yet? ! Again? ! Again? ! Who is it this time? ! ]

[Oh, quite unexpected, he is the last one this time. It seems that some people have become much stronger recently. ]

[Ah? ]

[Nothing, don't move. He will handle it. ]

[He? Who is this he? ]

[Hmph. ]

"What happened just now?" Vitalie asked in confusion, holding his power axe with both hands and looking like he was about to chop something off. "What's going on?!"

"No matter what happened just now, hold your bolter tightly and remember to free fire." Maxim replied, and replaced the plasma with the bolter. "It looks like this isn't over yet."

"What is this... Emperor."

Igor lifted one of his combat boots, and the silver surface was stained with scarlet liquid under the light of the searchlight.

"Why is there so much blood here?"

As the blood mist gradually rose higher, the novices of the 41st millennium saw the bloodletting army sitting on huge and terrifying brass and steel mounts appeared on the other side of the curtain that became gradually transparent again. They were arranged in eight neat rows - every breath of those beasts spewed thick smoke with thunderous echoes, and their hooves raised clouds of smoke.

"Some of these lingering stalkers are really annoying."

Someone said this behind them.

Then some power that also came from the highest heaven made people feel sick and pulled everyone's belly button.

The next second.

This unsuccessful team found themselves standing in the lower deck of the Destiny Steel, in the not-so-bright but neatly arranged, light-lit passage on the B8 deck.

Except for the broken and colder Sylas lying under their feet.

"Pharmacist——————!!!!!!!!!!"

It's too cold today...

I found halfway through writing that my finger joints were all red, swollen and itchy because I worked in a too cold room. I quickly turned on the heater (

Don't neglect labor protection just because you think you can handle it, because you will really get arthritis like the author, which recurs every year.

Also, although this is what I want to write, it's really difficult for Fat Brother to write. I revised it several times

I wrote a little bit of what I want to reveal. I can only say haha ​​(you)

After all, this is Warhammer, and it's Chaos (eyes move)

A comfortable bedtime story for book friends, slowly unfolding!

The next big event is... I will write about that at the end of the month!