After a period of feeling like thousands of insects biting the soul, Sarpedon's spiritual energy surged, and then he put up an invisible shield to separate the existence, so that the surrounding warriors were protected from the interference of spiritual energy.
"Don't try to threaten me!!"
The director of the think tank roared.
What responded to him was the loud friction sound of mechanical gears turning.
The hatch in front of them slowly opened, and the entrance was shrouded in thick fog. Accompanied by heavy footsteps, a tall figure emerged from the thick fog.
Sarpedon immediately held his breath. That was a Space Marine, but it was the Space Marine he least wanted to see right now.
There are 9 of them in total. Their armors are all polished and sparkling. The azure enamel is as deep as the dark night sky against the background of diamonds. The gorgeous golden part looks like the heart of the stars coming into the world from a distance, shining endlessly.
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A huge crown stands in the center of the helmet, with the mysterious Tizka text engraved on it.
They all wear a strange-shaped sword on their waist, with a golden hilt and rubies inlaid on it, which complement the armor.
The renegade Fifteenth Legion, Thousand Sons.
However, Sarpedon knew that there was no flesh and blood under those armors, only bone-white sand.
They had previously encountered several such red-letter warriors on the bridge, which had caused them great trouble.
Seeing the Scarlet Letter Warrior appear, the Soul Drinkers raised their guns one after another.
But the red letter at the head immediately made a sound.
"It is a pleasure to welcome you to the Brokeback. Librarian of the Soul Drinkers, please follow me."
After saying that, the other party turned around.
Sarpedon felt impatient for a while, but after careful consideration, he still followed.
Following the scarlet letter as he walked deeper and continued through a door, he felt that the room began to tilt downward slightly.
There are three arches in the distance, and behind each arch there is a set of automatic elevators.
"The door on the right, think tank."
The tunnel below is very long, and the surrounding ceramic columns and floors look like they have been used for thousands of years, but the twists and turns of this passage are very familiar to Sarpedon, as if he has been here before.
So when he stepped out of the elevator, he immediately found the direction to his goal accurately.
If he remembered correctly, the structure here was the same as the route they took through the Star Castle, then there was no doubt that what he was looking for would be at the end.
There should be a warehouse there.
Sure enough, when he reached the end of the passage, he found that the passage leading inside was blocked by a huge portal with the Mechanicus' logo engraved on it.
He hates this sign.
At this time, the door began to open slowly.
As the internal gas leaked out, the exposed internal structure matched what Sarpedon remembered. Although it had changed a lot, it was still the same place.
The vaulted ceiling is more than 70 meters high. You can see many metal columns, which serve as load-bearing bases. There are also many iron chains hanging from the ceiling as connections for lamps.
Platforms, passages, steps and up and down stairs surround a stasis stand, densely packed with probes, sensors, detection equipment, etc., wrapping one thing in the middle.
That thing is there, but in perception, or subconsciously, it seems to encompass an entire galaxy in mid-air.
In the center of the stasis position, there is a spear suspended.
It was a huge spear, with a handle as thick as the blade of a power sword.
The end of the spear is an eagle's head, and its tip is a clenched iron fist. From the fist protrudes a shining golden leaf-shaped blade as long as a sword.
Fine handicrafts are covered with plastic-coated steel, and the exhaust box of the disintegrating force field generator hangs under the fist. The power transmission cables and force field dispersion bolts are cleverly hidden in the decoration.
In addition, there is some more mysterious technology intertwined on the blade.
It is a maelstrom weapon, a creation of the Lord of Mankind, forged by his own hands and imbued with a mastery of science and the warp.
Its name is the Soul Spear, and it was a weapon used by the Primarch Dorn during the Great Crusade.
But it is said that Dorn used it only a few times, as if he instinctively resisted the weapon, and it slumbered in the primarch's armory for most of the world.
After the second founding of the army, for some unknown reason, the Soul Spear became the sacred object of the Soul Drinker Chapter, but was lost thousands of years ago.
"Soul Spear——"
Seeing this thing, Sarpedon trembled all over.
Everything he did, everything he paid, and everything he sacrificed was for this holy object.
For the soul spear, they became traitors.
For the soul spear, the soul drinkers killed each other.
For the soul spear, he also turned into a monster...
The soul spear has become almost the meaning of his life, and he also firmly believes that as long as the soul spear is retrieved, they will be able to get rid of the name of traitor, and they will have a chance to heal the rift in the battle group. He——
When he tremblingly stretched out his hand towards the still position, a figure stood in front of him.
The scarlet letter warrior's soulless eyepiece stared straight at him.
"Go away!!!"
Sarpedon immediately became furious, like a child whose toy has been taken away.
"Immediately! Immediately! Otherwise I will make you die several times! Even if you are already dead! I will crush your ashes!!"
But the scarlet letter did not retreat. On the contrary, it took a step forward and stared at the think tank director with a forcing attitude.
"I hope you can understand the current situation. The angry Soshyan is rushing towards you."
As soon as Soshyan's name was mentioned, Sarpedon's mind immediately felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on it.
"who are you."
Sarpedon took a step back and looked at the red letter carefully, but he didn't see anything special.
"I am destiny, I am everything."
"I asked you who you are, not what you are? Damn it, you are a devil, a damned devil, and nothing else."
Although he has been declared a rebel, it does not mean that Sarpedon chose to associate with Chaos - he still has the pride of being an Astartes in his heart, but he knows how much of this pride is left.
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"I am all things and everywhere. I was once a mortal, and now I am the messenger of Tract."
"Tzeentch."
Sarpedon took another step back and made a gesture, and the Soul Drinkers immediately raised their guns.
"You are too dangerous, I want to take back the soul spear myself."
"Danger? Little do you know that the real danger is always following you."
The Scarlet Letter Warrior let out a dry laugh, then slowly backed away.
"You will surrender willingly."
Hearing these words, Sarpedon's heart trembled. Some kind of primitive power fluctuation was rapidly approaching. This kind of power he had witnessed with his own eyes not long ago.
They were being followed, and someone was trying to snatch the soul spear!