As he walked down the corridor, Santo Joel's mood became increasingly gloomy and gloomy.
It was he who took the initiative to lead Soshiyang. If it were in the past, anyone who knew this secret would be killed by him, but now he is just a prisoner and a supplicant, without any choice.
Santo Joel gritted his teeth in frustration and activated the magnetic ladder.
The platform accelerated and carried the two people down, and the boots fixed them on the ground.
Soshyan stood behind Santo Joel, his eyes occasionally passing through the surrounding darkness.
With the roar of the magnetic ladder, Santo Joel quietly listened to the beating of his heart that gradually accelerated with the passage of time. He loosened and clenched his fists, sketching the upcoming scene in his mind, feeling the blood gradually gathering in his throat.
roar.
The magnetic ladder trembled and stopped.
The two of them walked out and entered a dark corridor.
But Soshyan paused for a moment. His enhanced vision was trying hard to adapt to this darkness, but they failed. This corridor was wrapped in technology that could block the most sensitive auspicious devices. This darkness was complete, thick and impenetrable.
.
According to Santo Joel, the deck they were walking on does not exist in official records or cross-sectional drawings. It is a hole in the ship and an untraceable place.
Nothing that happens here has any impact on reality because it never happened.
All the behaviors and behaviors of the Blood Knights here will be erased and completely swallowed by this darkness.
Soshyan stepped forward. This place was different from other corridors. The floor was warped and dented, rusted everywhere due to abandonment, and the ventilation grilles had been welded shut. The air was filled with the stench of blood and feces, and he couldn't help but recall
The trenches were soaked in dirty blood, like the stench emitted by the accumulation of hot entrails.
The walls on both sides are dotted with hatches, and each hatch leads to a small cell. Most of the cell doors are open, and no one is being held inside. The broken handcuffs are the only clue to their existence.
Finally, Santo Joel stopped in front of a door, then took out a medal ring with the Blood Angel symbol, and then used it to press the groove on the door lock.
With a slow, deliberate grind, the door parted.
Suddenly, as the door opened, a roar suddenly pierced the darkness and silence.
It was an inner cry of pain and rage, but there was something else - a hoarse roar that sounded almost feral, the likes of which Soshyan had never heard come from a human throat.
.
"Who is here?"
he asked softly, while Santo Joel stared into the darkness, seemingly ignoring the roar.
"Brother Toby Frost, Commando Captain of the Third Company."
Just when Soshyan wanted to focus the illumination beam to see clearly the darkness inside, there was a roar accompanied by the sharp sound of the chains.
The next second, a black beast rushed towards him, but when it was close to an arm's length away from Soshyan, the chains wrapped around its body caused it to fall to the ground.
At the same time, the roars from other cells became louder and louder, as if other beasts were aware of the nearby intruders.
Soshyan frowned and turned the light to the ground, clearly seeing the beast inside for the first time.
This was a Space Marine - though not the same one he had known before. The demented beast in front of him was a dark imitation of the Imperial demigod warrior, with swollen veins that seemed to pierce the skin of his forehead and neck, and a gaping mouth.
It was full of terrifying sharp teeth, and the irises of its eyes were only blood red. It was still twisting on the floor, making continuous roars. The black armor on its body was printed with blood-red salt stains, and there were hangings on the shoulder armor and breastplate.
The scroll was in tatters and stained with blood.
Santo Joel looked at the writhing warrior on the ground and said in a sad voice:
"...He single-handedly killed two greenskin bosses in the battle in the Corin System in 859.m41, and killed hundreds of Genestealers and a Hive Master in the battle on the Hulk in 871.m41.
, a champion who single-handedly killed the World Eaters in the battle in the Goliath Sector in 889.m41, and was the first to charge into the Chaos Rebel position in the battle in 902.m41."
Seeing such a meritorious warrior become like this, Soshyan also felt very sad, so he turned his head and whispered:
"Excuse me for asking, what exactly is Black Rage?"
Santo Joel was stunned when he heard this, and then shook his head.
"Captain Soshiyan, you really asked me... I can't tell you the specific details. The only thing I know is that this is the curse left to the legion after the death of the original body. Warriors who fall into the black rage will
I can't extricate myself from returning to the memory of the original body's battle. This is the only relevant record in the chapter's records. Maybe the dead priest can know more, but... the last dead priest of the chapter has already died in the 500th century.
He was killed in battle years ago, and there has been no successor since then, because these things were passed down orally by priests, so the relevant knowledge was also lost."
"this........"
At this moment, the warrior on the ground suddenly moved. He jumped up like a hunting beast, and after the iron chains on his body were tightened once, some rusted parts could no longer bear it.
With a bang, he broke free!
Toby Frost's vision was blurry.
Nothing but blur.
Tyra, this is...
No……
yes……
Terra.
Vague.
Enemies, brothers, blood, fury.
Betrayal, there is no greater betrayal than this. The most trustworthy brother destroyed the greatest ideal, and could only respond with the deepest anger.
The world strobes and vibrates, with crimson flashes and obsidian-like cracks filling the vision, colliding in endless explosions.
The scene in front of me gradually faded, the palace wall turned into a misty shadow, and the mist dissipated between black and red.
Only the enemy remains.
Let everything sink into the deep red night.
Anger welled up from bursts of pain, and any revenge seemed too slight. He could only resort to endless punishment, and the violence unleashed in the killing was far from enough.
Anger has no peak, there is always more, there is always another level of anger, the tower of rage rising to infinite heights.
Anger and hunger.
He saw the only thing that mattered: carnage.
He was once again in Terra, calling out to people who had been dead for ten thousand years and answering their words.
He is by their side but not by their side, disappearing into the boundless history. Retribution is everything.
The fury is coming.
He shouted loudly and heard his own voice, but the voice had no words and was replaced by an angry hymn.
It resounds through every reality, every delusion, and different words are melted into the same roar.
The enemy suddenly disappeared again.
Have they been wiped out already?
But the anger still ignites.
The next moment, there was a vague roar amidst the noise of blood hitting the brain, footsteps were sonorous, and a giant shadow was approaching.
When he turned his anger to the source of the sound, he saw the traitors gathering an armored force.
Protect the walls! End the siege!
He smashed into the traitor formation, and although the number of enemies increased, it only resulted in endless killings.
Bring down justice and spill blood.
There is blood everywhere.
Tear the traitor to pieces.
At this time, a voice was calling him, small and distant, eager for his attention.