Huron reached down, grasped his throat, and pulled at his jaw until he felt bone and flesh tearing apart.
His brother, his biological brother, cleanly pulled his head and spine completely out of his body, and then turned his face over so that he could clearly see his bloody remains.
He wanted to scream, but no sound came out because his mouth had lost contact with anything that could make a sound.
"You deserve to be reborn and reinvented, just like us."
Huron said, handing over his silently screaming head to a technological heretic in black robes.
The nightmare begins.
He was still conscious during the subsequent steps, but he didn't know how many days, weeks, or months these black acolytes had been working in this terrifying hall.
But they buried what little was left of him in a hellbeast.
Pain wracked him as the controllers for his new body's life support and weapon systems were connected to his brain, spine, and the demonic creations used to control his movements.
The last system activated was his loudspeaker array, allowing him to finally unleash his long suppressed screams of terror, causing the six acolytes to die a slow and painful death, blood gurgling from their cracked skulls.
.
When the acolytes had retired, his brother, his own brother, came to see him, as he had done before in prison.
Huron looked up and down at his new body with a smile on his face.
"Well, everything will go according to plan."
His brother, his own brother, spoke as he circled around him, inspecting every part.
"The empire of hypocrisy will eventually burn under our wrath. Come with me, my brother! Together, you and I will erase our stains and make us masters of our destiny once again."
Poor fool, that was all he had left.
Huron was never the master of fate, he was always just its slave.
"And now, you are ready to fight side by side with your brothers. It won't be long before the empire trembles because of your anger."
His brother, his own brother, gestured to an acolyte.
"But now, you must rest. When I need you, I will come to you again."
He wanted to hit the place where that hateful guy was standing and take revenge for turning him into this.
But before he could do anything, the acolyte shut down the hell beast's power.
And his brother, his own brother, strode out of the hall, leaving only the sounds and the eternal pain with him.
That silver-gray warrior, what is he doing?
"this----"
Soshyan envisioned countless possibilities.
The opponent may ambush a large number of troops in the central control room, lay some fixed traps, or destroy the place.
But what he never expected was that the other party would actually drop this thing——
A hellbeast!
When they broke in, the entire center had turned into a slaughterhouse, with torn servitors and mortal servants everywhere, and a crimson-red beast that roared crazily was rampaging inside.
"Be careful, this hell beast is not simple. It is unusually large and more difficult to deal with than all the ones I have seen put together."
Talos reminded in a low voice, Soshyan also observed carefully and found that the size of this hell beast was indeed abnormally large, almost as big as two Dreadnoughts.
The so-called hell beasts are fearless beings that have been corrupted by the power of chaos and whose minds have been devoured by madness and rage.
Being buried within a hellbeast is considered a great curse, and over time, the flesh and blood of the remains will fuse with the metal of the machine in which it was buried.
Most Hellbeasts were already in a state of complete mental madness even before the subspace fused the metal prisons that imprisoned them with the flesh and blood buried inside. The blood-curdling madness mixed with despair and rage continued for a long time.
It erodes them.
Between battles, the sarcophagus containing the driver will be dismantled, and the driver's remains will be dragged out of the armored shell and left to lie motionless and roaring in the darkness.
The Hellbeast will be locked up like a beast when not in combat to prevent the broken soul of its pilot from causing it to suddenly go crazy. When the Chaos Legion encounters an enemy they consider to be a difficult enemy, the Hellbeast will be released, and the Hellbeast
The madness of the Chaos Space Marine within the Beast burns even more fiercely when he awakens from hibernation.
Once it enters the battlefield, it will transform into a crazy beast that can't tell the difference between friend and foe, venting its mad rage wherever it passes.
Therefore, even for the Chaos forces, using hell beasts is the last resort.
And this hell beast also noticed the new intruder for the first time, and it immediately started running at a speed that was extremely disproportionate to its size.
"Destroy it!!"
Soshyan gave an order, and the hell beast was immediately attacked by a hail of bullets.
But the explosive bombs bounced away without any effect, and only the plasma exploded on the beast, which only caused its armor to ripple and bubble unnaturally, but failed to cause any substantial damage.
This extraordinary defensive power made Soshyan frown.
"what happened?"
"Damn it! I just realized that its original material is actually a Leviathan Dreadnought! Huron is really a madman!"
Upon hearing Talos' words, Soshyan's heart immediately tightened.
The Leviathan Siege Dreadnought was a large Space Marine Dreadnought used by the Legiones Astartes during the Great Crusade and the Horus Heresy.
This giant dreadnought was born in the late period of the Great Crusade and was built in very limited quantities. It was secretly developed by the Empire without the support of the Mechanicus - it was also one of the few war machines built by the Empire without the support of the Mechanicus.
Its huge body structure is a mixture of multiple technologies, some of which can be traced back to the legacy of the Dark Age of Technology. The resources to create these war machines are almost equivalent to manufacturing a knight.
This type of heavily armored Dreadnought is much taller than the later cast-iron Dreadnoughts, and its combat effectiveness is astonishing.
Those few Leviathan Dreadnoughts that survived into the 41st Millennium are an ancient and terrible legacy, they are rarely spoken of, seldom deployed on the battlefield, revered and feared by the Chapters who possess them.
fear.
But it is difficult for outsiders to know that the ancient warriors buried inside must be tortured and destroyed. The special mechanism unique to the Leviathan Dreadnought will drive them to the edge of madness. The Dreadnought pilots are trapped in the machine itself.
In the nightmare created by Leviathan, these veterans buried in Leviathan's sarcophagus will eventually be destroyed by the tremendous pressure exerted by Leviathan.
so
Only the Chapter Master has the authority to unleash these horrific machines in war, as the Leviathan's fearless attacks and killings are dictated solely by their dark will, as is that of their commander.