"Let's get started."
Huron's chief wizard, Gallon Sulett, sent a signal, and the eighteen wizards immediately pulled out their sacrificial swords and raised them high.
While they were acting, a scent of fragrance came from the incense burner that was shaped into the mouths of the beasts with twisted fangs, filling the dimly lit temple interior.
Huron strode towards the center of the circle, leaving his bodyguards on standby, the Terminator warriors standing shoulder to shoulder, the genetically enhanced bodies were wrapped in thick ceramic steel armor, the color of the armor was like solidified blood.
They had only silence, occasionally breathing heavy smoke through their helmets, and Huron came all the way to his position. The cruel war of the past left him with countless deep scars. The dim light like ruby ​​emitted from his magic armor illuminated his face from below, looking hideous and evil. An iron ring symbolizing chaos replaced the iron halo of glory in the past. A huge cruel power claw was installed on his right arm, and a large number of segmented cables pierced into the necrotic muscles at the bottom of his neck and temples, and occasionally twitched as he walked - he should have died, but he survived with the help of the fallen witchcraft.
"Praise the gods and protect my soul,"
As the ceremony began, Garon Sulet began to chant a mantra, a dark, ups and downs that weakened the light emitted by the brazier in the temple, and then the shadow began to jump and crawl.
Then the wizard stopped in front of the bronze plate, raised his sword, and dragged it on his palm wrapped in power armor.
When the sword blade struck through the palm of his hand, black blood dripped out, hissing like acid liquid, dripping into the blood pool used for sacrificial rituals.
"The original wind conveys my voice!"
Garon Sulett shouted, the real space trembled because of these words, his followers repeated prayers, voices filled with horror, coldness, cruelty.
At this time, the blade in the wizard's hand began to make a harsh noise, hovering on the edge of perception, which made people feel uneasy.
Gallon Sulett strives to maintain his focus and control the gradually increasing wind of subspace because of the eternal nature of chaos, even the most skillful wizard must be very careful and cautious when running large rituals, and any mistakes may lead to catastrophic consequences.
This is also the reason why although the word-bearers are not very good at psychics, they are very good at chaotic fields. Their proficiency in chaos rituals and demonic knowledge can ensure that they are much safer than others when performing large subspace rituals, which is not even as good as Qianzi.
"Sacrifice!"
With the roar of Garon Sulet, the other wizards immediately waved their blades outwards, and the daggers played their own chaotic sounds one by one. The tones sounded terrifying and restless, and eventually turned into a beautiful carnival song, followed by a jagged blade that struck the throat of the slave kneeling on the ground.
Before their trachea was sawed open, some offerings let out pitiful screams, and blood squirted into the brass tray like a rainstorm.
Then Huron felt something gushing out of nothingness in the air, wet and twitching, scratching sacrifices, and then flowed into the evil plate, mixing with the blood at its center.
Huron's cruel little pet Hamadria was also so excited that he jumped at his feet and made sharp barking.
At the heart of the ceremony, as Garon Sulet continues his Chaos Sermon, the blood begins to spin and echoes the Chaos Octet.
The blood started to rotate slowly, spinning around the blood pool like wine in a balloon cup. As the blood in the plate became more and more blood, the wizard's singing became more and more enthusiastic, the volume became louder and louder, and the rotation speed became faster and faster.
Soon, it spiraled up and formed a rotating blood column. When the sacrifices shed all their blood and twisted their lives, the ghost fire jumped into the blood pool and coiled around the blood tip.
The dark prayer echoed in the hall, the ghost fire roared, and the shadows were dancing wildly.
But the next second, the brazier and candlesticks went out one by one, just like extinguishing the snuff box, leaving only the Chaos Space Marines standing on the edge of darkness, and the only light was the pillar where blood and fire merged.
In the final prayer, Garon Sulett ended the chant, and as the flames and blood whirled in the air, the base of the pillars broke away from the pool of blood, and they merged into one, with the swelling heat and the biting cold pouring down from them in very contradictory forms.
Then, with the last loud bang of implosion, they stabilized and became a glowing vertical pupil-shaped hollow in reality - some Chaos Space Marines who disliked witchcraft would call this short subspace rift "the wizard bitch spread her legs", and of course, in a sense it was indeed quite vivid.
Huron stood in front of the hole, feeling a sour and smelly wind blowing from the terrible crack, and then some seductive musk smell.
The flames flew around the cave. Although it hung vertically in the air like the entrance of a tunnel, blood slowly dripped into the cave, like dripping into a terrible, bottomless well.
Huron felt the terrible gaze of the thing living in endless shadows, the thing hidden behind the veil of reality is like a man-eating dragon hiding in a cave in a fairy tale.
However, he knew that the monster opposite was much more real than the monster in the fairy tale.
The silence lasted for a long time and became increasingly unbearable.
"I'm Ruft Huron."
After a long time, Huron finally spoke and realized that the other party was waiting for a response.
"It turns out to be the great black heart king-"
The sound of the thing came from the pit, which was a slippery snicker with a disgusting and breathless laughter. Huron immediately wrinkled his face. These words brushed across his body like soft and wet tulle. If he could, he actually didn't want to deal with the believers of the Dark Prince, but he had no choice but to be stronger than others. Especially after learning that so many battle groups joined the Soshyan Expeditionary Force, Huron keenly realized that his biggest flaw now was that he did not have a strong enough champion to deal with the empire's famous masters.
"What's the point of finding us so much?"
The words of contempt were accompanied by laziness, and the cold breeze blew out of the hollow, and Huron could even hear an extra snickering sound—as the rumor said, a group of arrogant beasts.
On the other side of the hollow, in the place where the bridge was once a completely twisted into a flesh-and-blood stage, a huge black shadow moved a few times on the throne, and gently tapped the handrail of the throne, causing the tense face to make a painful thunderous sound.
"It's very difficult to communicate at a long distance~"
Although he was very unhappy with the other party's attitude of speaking, Huron now needs these masters, so he suppressed his energy and focused his attention completely on the hole that rotated in reality.
"Is it the player who talks to me?"
"Ah, the great Blackheart King still has the heart to care about our little, insignificant war gang? It's really flattering, yes, it's right here."
"I want to have a direct conversation with your master."
"Hohoho, this is not easy, it depends on his mood."
"Player, I know your master is listening."
Huron tried hard to control his voice, not acting too strong, but he did not show any weakness. He knew very well how to deal with these miscellaneous miscellaneous who had experienced a long battle.
Chapter completed!