Amurad gasped heavily and trembled, his vision flickered, and the sound in his ear canal turned into a distant echo.
He grasped the large wound with one hand, but even his advanced Lariman cells could not stop the blood flowing from the torn body. At this time, he felt the hand under his arm, helping him to stand up.
The server in the power armor was complaining in pain.
The person who saved him was Soshyan, the person he had been waiting for, but now this strong recruit was so weak that he could hardly hold the bolt gun. He almost fell while helping Amurad up.
fall.
"Head...helmet."
Amurad tapped Soshyan's helmet with his fingers. Although he didn't understand what the chapter leader meant, Soshyan still held his breath and took off his helmet.
When he saw that Soshyan's face was covered with gray veins, Amurad's eyes widened, shocked and frightened.
"No...it's not the time yet, it's too early."
Then he motioned to Soshyan to put on his helmet, then he held his stomach and slowly walked towards a Space Marine who was leaning on a broken pillar. Soshyan also saw him and immediately recognized the think tank director of the chapter at that time.
Hailarsi.
But he thought it was a corpse.
At this time, sporadic battles are still going on everywhere, but there are fewer and fewer Space Warriors alive. The Star Gods who have risen to the sky have torn most of the entire world engine into pieces. Only the main part is still struggling to maintain, and in the distance
Those "stars" are approaching.
"Hailalsi, Hailarsi."
Following Amurad's hoarse call, the think tank director, who was leaning against the pillar and motionless, twitched his fingers suddenly, and then slowly turned his head.
"Amurad."
After Soshyan got closer, he discovered that a large hole had been burned out of the think tank director's chest, and two broken hearts hung inside, which had stopped beating.
So in principle, he should indeed be a corpse.
"You... found him."
Hailarsi stood up, with a stiff and slow posture.
"Yes, you are ready."
"good."
After saying that, a short-handled scepter flashed in Hyrule's hand, with a two-headed eagle flapping its wings at the tip.
Soshyan was always confused during this process. He looked at his chapter leader, wondering what the expression was behind his helmet.
So he asked:
"Chapter Commander, shouldn't we continue to fight?"
"Yes, we have to keep fighting, but your fight is over."
"What?"
Soshyan couldn't believe his ears.
"Finish?"
"Yes, you have a new mission, Soshyan Alexei."
As Amrad said, he raised his hand with difficulty to take off the iron halo behind him, and then hung it on Soshyan's power backpack.
"You will be the next Chapter Master."
Soshyan froze on the spot as if he had been struck by lightning, his throat seemed to be blocked, and he could not speak a word.
"I know you have a lot of questions, but I can't answer you now. Return to Obsidian Fortress and find Brother Said——"
Amurad's words were interrupted by a violent cough. A stream of bright red blood spurted out from the grille of his helmet, dyeing his entire neck and chest red. At the same time, the wound on his abdomen continued to bleed, but the amount increased.
Coming less and less...
It's not that the bleeding has stopped, but that his blood is about to drain out.
"Chapter Master, I will fight with you until the death! I will be buried here with all my battle brothers!"
Finally, Soshyan held back the words he wanted to say most.
But Amurad just shook his head and carefully took out a prismatic ruby-like object from his power armor backpack, with a dark green light flowing on it.
"This is the red amulet. You must take it. All of us sacrificed just for it!"
After putting the thing called the Red Talisman into Soshyan's hand, Amurad looked at Hailalsi, who was surrounded by a halo.
As if aware of his gaze, a cold whisper floated from Hailarxi's helmet.
"It's ready over there..."
This voice made Soshiyang wonder whether the person in the power armor was the think tank director of the chapter, because he remembered that the other person should have a clear voice.
"Hailalsi has fallen."
Amurad answered Soshyan's question.
"But for the final mission, he used forbidden power to temporarily bind his soul to the corpse, but this could not last long."
Dark witchcraft - these four words immediately jumped into Soshiyang's mind.
This kind of blasphemous witchcraft is strictly prohibited, and even the Astartes Think Tank cannot get involved in it.
Perhaps aware of Soshyan's disordered breathing, Amurad sighed and said:
"For a noble purpose, sometimes we have to do things that go against our principles. This may be explained by expediency, but Alexei, you have to remember that there is a line between use and conspiracy. Never cross it.
That line."
Then he activated the storage space on Soshyan's backpack and asked the other party to stuff the red amulet into it.
"Don't tell anyone that you have this thing. Go back to Obsidian Fortress and find Brother Said. He will tell you everything!"
A huge tremor came through the soles of the boots, and fire and explosions came one after another. It was the signal that the fleet in the distance began to destroy the world engine.
"I'm going to open the channel..."
Hearing this cold whisper, Soshiyang turned around suddenly, and at the same time, the scepter in Hailalxi's hand fell like a whip.
The veil of reality has been torn apart.
The scepter cuts through reality and illusion at the same time. If you look at it with mortal eyes, nothing exists in the vacuum.
However, the incision was real, and Soshyan could feel another distant existence, an indescribable feeling, as if emotions were mixed into some kind of entity, making a hungry noise.
Just when Soshyan was shocked by this strangeness, Amurad behind him suddenly pushed him forward.
In an instant, his world fell into darkness.
He wanted to move, but his limbs were under tremendous pressure as if he were falling into the deep sea, and even every organ could feel oppression.
He wanted to open his mouth to speak, but what he received in response was an indescribable howl.
Tangible darkness stuck to him, wrapping around his neck, wrists, and joints, until gray veins appeared on his face again.
Then, he heard the chattering curses and taunts, as well as the painful roars, and the substantial darkness quickly moved away from him.
His vision returned, and all he could see was the torn nebula, rolling and churning, asteroids colliding with each other, releasing white, purple, and a thousand colors of red.
He even thought he was thrown into the void, but everything turned into a colorful stream of colors, anger, joy, pain... The torrent of many emotions involved him, which greatly impacted his mind. If he hadn't been strong enough,
Perseverance has long lost its rationality.
But this must not last long.
Just when he gritted his teeth and endured, everything became silent again.
He was standing on a beach, with warm sand under his feet and the waves gently lapping at his ankles.
A strange woman opened her arms to him.
she……
who is it?
Soshyan was confused by this scene, but at least the torture was far away from him, until——
"He's out!"
A hand covered with steel grabbed his shoulder armor and dragged him heavily to the ground.
Soshyan's helmet hit the ground, and the eyepiece shattered into several pieces. Then his helmet was taken off, allowing him to breathe in the dull circulating air.
He put his hands on the floor and raised his head. The first thing he saw was the livid face of Venetius, the seventh company commander of the Ultramarines Chapter.