As a killer of the Death Cult, Malthus used his killing skills to the extreme, killing all the heretics with almost artistic techniques.
The Death Cult is a type of organization that exists within the empire. Its members express their respect for the immortal God-Emperor through the exploration of the art of death. Many people often think that the Death Cult is a branch of the Assassin's Court, but in fact it is
It has almost nothing to do with the Assassin's Court. In a sense, the Death Cult is a civil organization.
But its influence extends far beyond the private sector.
Whether it is the state religion or the Inquisition, they generally follow the same concept, that is: death and blood are the cornerstones that support the survival of mankind. Only by constantly making sacrifices can mankind defeat this dark and cruel universe, and the broken body of the God Emperor
This is unquestionable evidence of this truth.
Under the influence of this belief, it is not surprising that the Death Cult can flourish within the borders of the empire.
It is the shadow of the Imperial State Church that bathes in glory, and is also recognized by the Inquisitors as the most dangerous heresy.
Although some Death Cult members have gone astray, most are still devout followers of the Golden Throne.
To them, every death, every wound, every drop of blood is a tribute to the Immortal Emperor.
Their purposes, creeds, organizational forms, and scope of activities may vary widely, but even the most normal members of Death Cults are more likely to fall into the abyss than ordinary people.
Despite all the differences, most Death Cults can be roughly divided into four branches, namely the Blood Cult, the Necronomic Cult, the Resurrection Cult and the National Religion Cult.
Karthus is an assassin from the Blood Cult.
As the most famous and common branch of the Death Cult, the Blood Cult focuses on the act of bloodshed itself—the art of killing and the moment of death.
Although members of the sect often display heretical behavior and bloodthirsty eccentricities, the Imperial authorities always turn a blind eye to this.
This tolerance stems from the well-known fact that members of the Death Cult have a deep-seated hatred of the enemies of humanity, and that they provide the Ecclesiarchy and the Inquisition with invaluable aid - fanatical, loyal, and highly skilled killers.
What's more, some Death Cults are inextricably linked to the Assassin's Court.
The cruel environments of many feudal and barbaric worlds have provided fertile ground for the development of Death Cults, but the shadows of Death Cults also exist in the dark and cramped lower-level hives, the intrigues of noble palaces, and even on the steel decks of void starships.
These arcane orders, dedicated to the deadly arts of blade, bullet, and poison, flourished in every corner of the Empire.
And further broken down, Karsus actually belongs to the Sons of Hades branch of the Blood Cult of Death Cult.
The Sons of Hades are a branch of the Death Cult in the form of mercenaries. They will put a price on each kill, and their asking price will fluctuate depending on the status of the target and the tightness of the protection.
The sect was originally a mercenary company hired to participate in the vicious trade war in the Calixis sector.
In the process, it grew into a free association of assassins, providing skilled killers, gladiators, and saboteurs to anyone who could afford the money.
Although they are only loyal to what they can get in return, the organization considers each of their contracts to be sacred and inviolable - obviously, a treacherous assassin organization cannot survive for long.
Therefore, every son of Hades who betrays the contract will face the wrath of the association.
Although they fight for profit, once they encounter heretics or aliens, they will fight like mad dogs. Hatred of the emperor's enemies has almost become their instinct. This is why the inquisitors like to hire the sons of Hades.
important reason.
The appearance of Karthus completely disrupted the deployment of these heretics. They became chaotic and restless. Marcus decided to seize this opportunity.
"Destroy the enemy as they retreat!"
Marcus raised his family heirloom sword, and the blade wrapped in the psychic field slid through the mist and sizzled.
"Give them death! In the name of the Emperor!"
Soon, the enemy could not withstand the offensive and began to retreat towards the bunker defense line composed of foundry machines.
They did not flee blindly, but retreated in an organized manner, using smoke as cover. Some held bulletproof shields to protect teammates behind and to their sides, forming a moving line of defense.
"Chandler!"
Marcus shouted.
"Deal with those shields!"
The bounty hunter smiled and raised his double-barreled grenade launcher - this bounty hunter was famous for his "bad temper" when he was in the nest. Of course, this not only refers to his character, but also to his use of
weapons.
People who knew him well hid in the shadow of the casting machine before Chandler pulled the trigger.
Afterwards, with a banging sound, the automatic device fired more than a dozen grenades into the shield phalanx of the Heretic Guards.
The grenade exploded almost immediately, leaving no chance for the enemy to dodge. For a while, shields and various fragments flew in all directions accompanied by fire.
Due to the thick smoke and flames, Marcus could not see the specific damage, but he could hear the sound of broken armor and bones, howling in pain, and the debris from the explosion of human tissue falling like raindrops.
By his side.
"What shield, Inquisitor?"
Chandler hoisted the grenade launcher over his shoulder and shouted.
Pharsus laughed, even if it didn't sound pleasant.
"keep going!"
Marcus came out of the bunker and said loudly.
Then they went straight to the warehouse that maintained the workshop. In the process, the air they breathed was mixed with dust, smoke, and blood.
The heretics who were not killed by the grenade began to flee. Without the previous order, Marcus fired two shots from behind, neatly knocking down the two fleeing enemies.
Verne also advanced while firing accurately. The beam of the improved laser sniper rifle illuminated the hall, and the heretics continued to fall and die.
But while he was moving, Marcus was hit by a sudden large-caliber ammunition.
"ah--"
With a scream, the bullet left a fist-sized dent in his silver breastplate. The huge impact made the judge dizzy and unable to aim.
But he still saw the man who shot him, a tall and thin man wearing blue and purple shell armor, with a well-cut stone replacing one of his eyes, which was probably a sign of status among the heretics.
Then he raised the short-barreled shotgun in his hand and fired again, with a strange smile on his face.
"Damn it!"
Dazed, Marcus raised his pistol, but before he could fire it, Karthus had already rushed up from the shadows and pinned the man down.
Marcus heard the sound of shotgun blasts and the cruel laughter of the Death Cult killer.
He squatted on the ground and tried to breathe until the pain subsided, and Chandler and Verne had driven away other fleeing enemies, allowing Marcus to reach Karsus' location.
The heretic beneath him was no longer breathing, his throat was cut, the stones in his eyes were pulled out, his jaw was cut off, and blood flowed all over the floor.
The assassin tried to pick up the stone, but the Inquisitor stopped him by speaking.
"do not move."
Then Marcus bent down, took out a pair of tweezers from his bag, and picked up the stone.
"This is a kind of psychic crystal."
After looking at it for a moment, Marcus came to his conclusion.
"It's probably used for the so-called 'blessing', but it's actually used to control these unlucky people."
After saying that, he threw the crystal to the ground and crushed it with his foot.
"Inquisitor! There's a car here that you can use!"
Chandler's voice sounded, and Marcus looked up and saw that the other party had opened the door of an off-road vehicle. This vehicle should also belong to a certain Astra Militarum infantry regiment.
But anyway, at least they don't have to walk anymore.