While Soshyan was actively exploring the ancient secrets of his family, a message suddenly came from the distant Magyar lord.
Mining world Safinius is in desperate need of aid.
According to the information transmitted by the astropath, Magyar believed that the alien threat in Safinius was already very serious. If left alone, this important energy production place would be seriously damaged or even fell.
The main force of the Ascetics is now limited to a few hive worlds and will not be able to escape for a while. Safinius's hidden dangers are all in narrow underground mining areas, so it may be difficult for the large forces of the Astra Militarum to be used.
Soshyan naturally understood the importance of Safinius, so he immediately sent a request for intelligence feedback to Safinius.
The other party's response was also very timely, and the first-hand investigation report from the Ministry of Justice quickly reached Soshyan's hands.
After a preliminary assessment, he confirmed that Safinius's alien threat had indeed reached a level that had to be dealt with, and it might even get worse.
"The words of those bureaucrats are both true and false, and the data is incomplete."
Soshyan stood in the maintenance room, and the servants were helping him remove his armor piece by piece, muttering in a mechanical voice as they moved around him.
As the servants removed the armor from his torso, Soshyan felt the cool air of the room touching his skin.
This time he wasn't the only one, Sol was with him too.
His armor was originally a very ordinary set of power armor, but later he added a bit of purple to some hidden parts of the armor, which seemed to be the remnants of past memories.
An aquila emblem made of flat gold wire was on the surface of the plate armor, and a bolt pistol and a sword hung at his waist, their handles decorated with corpses.
The servants were also removing Thor's armor.
Under his carapace, black wing-shaped tattoos and traces of the past formed geometric lines crisscrossing the surface of his muscles.
Pale scars ran across his arms, back and chest, and lines as thin as hair cut into his skin.
Thor stretched his shoulders, and the feathers on the tattoo rippled.
"The ambiguous attitude of the local administrative agencies is indeed worthy of attention."
"Did the Ministry of Justice also lie? Judging from the report, if they really encountered such a large group of gene stealers underground, I think their survival rate should not exceed 10%, or even lower, but the facts
Yes, they almost escaped completely."
"I believe that the report told the truth, at least part of it. The Ministry of Justice should not have concealed much. Moreover, Safinius has never made any reports about gene stealers before. If they intend to hide something, it will be even more
There is no need to expose the iceberg at this time
It’s horny.”
"If the top levels of the local administrative agencies have been infiltrated, then they can continue to hide it and not even issue this report. But now the situation is that this report has directly reached our hands. Why is this?"
The last part of the armor was removed, and Soshyan felt the fibers of a blouse slipping around his neck.
"Because nothing is what it seems."
Saul’s meaningful words? But Soshyan was a little confused.
"what for?"
"We should just go check it out."
Thor responded? While shaking his arms to stretch his muscles.
"The answers will be there."
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Safinius Mine No. 14.
Shadows disperse and change along the wall in a way that defies the possibilities of nature.
The light bulbs began to go out, one after another.
One of the cogitator screens in front of the Genestealer Elder cracked and exploded into a shower of sparks.
Alarms begin to sound? More than the wails in the hidden church.
Those shadows continue to move? Wavering and coming together to form outlines, like claws, teeth, the head of a ferocious beast.
With a roar from the Warp itself? Darkness fell.
The elder's bodyguard was the first to die. What shadows resulted in these fourth-generation hybrids that were no different from humans? Wrapped them with razor-sharp death.
Their screams became strangled and choked as darkness poured into the gaping mouths, then tore them apart from within, shaking the church as it dismembered and torn them apart.
When the claws of darkness and nothingness stretched out towards him, the elder staggered back? Then, smoke like jagged teeth wrapped around his reading platform.
The bodyguards have quieted down? At the same time, there are gunshots in the distance, all of which are meaningless.
The only sound now is his panicked breathing.
"The Four-Armed God Emperor gives me strength——"
The elder stammered, trying to remember the familiar holy words.
"The light god of your guidance, sacred, burns away all uncleanness, protects, protects -"
But the next second? The shadows rushed together, as if being sucked into a vacuum.
The twisted darkness becomes a form? Just like a figure slowly emerges from the thick and entangled black mist, and when the last part condenses into a shining entity? The elder's words became bitter in his mouth.
Woven from the murderous darkness, a creature stood in the center of the church.
It's over two meters tall? It's surrounded by an eerie blue luminescence.
Worst of all was what was looming over the thing - peeled skins? Many of them broken by time? All sewn together and held in place with black iron spikes.
The elder could see the withered hands, legs and torso, as well as the face with its mouth open and eyes wide open, hanging on the thing's waist and shoulders like a ridiculous mask.
Those were all from their ethnic group, and there was even a clan leader he was familiar with among them.
But they all died like dogs.
The nightmare-like existence walked towards the elder. It took long and ruthless steps, and the air around its body trembled and emitted such majestic energy that even the meditator's screen short-circuited.
The fourth-generation hybrid elder staggered back, then tripped over the hem of his robe.
"Spare your life——"
He stammered, desperately looking for something, anything, to stop this flesh-hungry monster.
"Spare my life, no."
With a sweep of contempt, the giant swung the sutra platform between them across the room with his arm, and the torn power coil snapped with a snap as sparks flashed.
The elder fell to his knees, weeping and trembling.
He has never been so scared.
This monster has been a nightmare that has haunted their tribe for hundreds of years. If it hadn't been for it, they would have occupied the entire world.
The giant leaned down towards him, its shadow covering the last remaining light ball, and then stretched out its free hand and slowly touched my forehead.
When the thorns nailed to the metal gloves pulled at his flesh, the elder felt a sting, but did not dare to speak.
Then, it spoke.
"You're alone now, are you scared?"
The elder sobbed softly, and a dampness spread under his robe.
The nightmare strengthened its grip slightly.
"Actually, I don't have time to torture you. You will die quickly. You should be grateful for this, thank me."
The elder groaned as the nightmare clamped its hands on his head and lifted him up.
"Thank me."
it commands to.
"Thank you, thank you."
"You are welcome."
The nightmare let out a miserable laugh and crushed his head in the next second.