Chapter 12 Landscape in the Desert

"Buzz!"

Accompanied by the harsh sound of brakes, a modified sand vehicle stopped in the blood-stained desert.

The mutant brother Malus jumped off the rusty vehicle.

Then he saw his master, a huge red beast covered by melted flesh and pungent black smoke.

"My master, your slave is here."

Malus spoke in a trembling voice, and the ups and downs of his tone were full of awe.

Kabanha was covered with scars, and his blood completely permeated the sand and dust under his feet. Muscles melted like candles and fell from the broad skeleton. Through the torn wounds, the internal organs that were rolling and squirming inside could be seen. The monster's cheeks seemed to have been carefully prepared by a hunter with a skinning knife, and the bloody tendons were exposed to deadly radiation.

Such serious and exaggerated injuries.

Enough to kill an ordinary person a hundred times.

But Kabanha was still alive, breathing bloody breaths from his nostrils.

The intense pain was tearing at every nerve in his body, and the blood flowing from his body was like a delicious grease, stimulating the burning of anger. As the bloodhound of Khorne, Kabanha didn't care about the pain, and it could even be considered a reward for him.

But at the same time -

another sense that came with the blood.

But it made Kabanha feel unbearable torture, even fear.

The moment he stopped killing, the moment the snow-white angel escaped from his palm. The atoms that made up his body began to loosen, threatening to fly apart, and then drift away with the wind.

"Father, please give me another chance. Give your loyal hound another chance. I am still alive, standing in the real universe, and the hunt is not over yet." Kabanha muttered in an ancient language that his mutant brothers could not understand, and prayed devoutly to the rolling and torn blood-red sky, "I can see that scene. Soon, it won't take too long, and I can meet your appointed angel again. By then, everything will be very different!"

Boom!

In the rolling and low-hanging dark clouds.

Suddenly, a blood-red thunder exploded, and the sky and the earth were red.

Kabanha vaguely heard an angry roar, and his burly body trembled with awe and fear.

But fortunately, the Lord of the Skull on the Brass Throne agreed to his request. Even in Kabanha's long life of tens of millions of years, such experiences are rare in his memory.

"Father really values ​​that angel."

Kabanha gritted his teeth, making a creaking sound. The emotion called jealousy made the endless rage in his heart burn more fiercely, "I will not waste this opportunity. I will prove that I am stronger than that weak angel!"

He roared silently.

Then he walked forward step by step and broke free from the black smoke.

Bang!

Marus knelt on the ground.

Frightened by the inhuman scene revealed by the bloodthirsty demon at this time, he prayed in a nearly whispering voice, "My master, those slaves of the pure-blood tribe have escaped. Now, what can your loyal servant do for you?"

Kabanha lowered his head.

It seemed that he had not noticed the mutant until this time.

"There is only one thing you can do." Malus's excitement lasted for less than two seconds before it was replaced by extreme fear. He was thrown into the air and his rifle slipped from his hand. During the fall, he saw a huge mouth opening in front of him. Then the world turned wet, blood red, and hot.

The soft walls clamped on him, crushing his bones.

His arms stretched out uncontrollably, sank into the throat of the bloodthirsty demon, and then dissolved in the corrosive mucus on the monster's esophagus.

And Malus was not dead yet. He was still alive, he could see the flesh on his arms turning black quickly, bubbling and bursting, the pain was enough to make him scream inhumanly, but there was only silence.

Then--

He slid down further.

A digestive tract constructed by a crazy god, where he saw the bones of other mutant brothers.

He was dissolved in a cauldron full of protoplasmic digestive fluid, and his remaining life was only a few seconds. He sank under the sea, and then floated up, turning into a screaming red skeleton. Then he sank to the bottom of the water again, and this time he couldn't float out of it.

"Gudong!"

Kabanha picked up the giant axe that fell beside him and burped.

His blood-red eyes stared at the direction where the angel left and disappeared, and an illusion shrouded in mist appeared before his eyes.

They will meet again.

And the place of meeting has been revealed in the prophecy.

He does not need to hunt again, he only needs to return to that place, make it a deadly trap, and wait for the sweet prey to take the bait.

"Hiss--"

Kabanha licked the blood on his fingers.

The delicious taste penetrated his soul and made him tremble involuntarily.

He squinted his eyes and began to imagine how refreshing and wonderful it would be to tear open the angel's white and tender neck, suck the hot blood inside in big mouthfuls, and listen to the wailing of a dying angel. In his 60 million years of life, this experience is unprecedented.

"We will meet again."

Kabanha laughed, slowly stepped back, and then spread his wings and jumped up, "Poor angel, you will never escape your fate."

——

Relying on the superhuman physical fitness of the Primarch.

Sanguinius quickly regained her consciousness, but she did not wake up from her deep sleep.

She closed her eyes and fell into a deeper illusion.

This time the illusion was particularly real. She could feel the orange-red sunlight through her eyelids, the warm wind lifted her golden hair, and the dry air tickled her nose. Sanguinius walked aimlessly in the desert. When he opened his eyes, he saw that his blood-stained white dress had disappeared, replaced by a holy cloak representing a seeker.

The warm wind swayed the wide robe, outlining the Primarch's well-proportioned figure.

The dry plain stretched in all directions under her feet, and the low and rolling hills blocked her way at the edge of the horizon. The orange-yellow gloomy sky looked down at the withered surface, and the warm wind rolled forward with the sand and dust like a snake.

The meaning of time and space seemed to have lost its concept.

But Sanguinius was very patient, she just walked forward in one direction at a constant speed.

She didn't know how long she had walked, but in a trance, an extremely special landscape suddenly appeared on the red desert that should have been empty.