Thor moved in the darkness and heat, feeling that the surrounding temperature had risen again. It was obvious that his route was correct. After exhausting all methods, he finally sneaked into this secret area.
A few months ago, just after he went deep into the area occupied by the Black Legion and entered the huge underground cave called the Korra Pit, he discovered that the Black Legion had already arrived one step ahead and was also conducting some secret activities here.
A temple was even built underground.
He did not inform Soshyan of this news immediately. Firstly, it was for safety reasons. After all, he was already in the core of enemy-occupied territory. On the other hand, he also planned to find out what the other party was doing first. Here
With the enemy a thousand meters underground, what exactly does Abaddon want to do?
Suddenly, in the dim sight, he saw a body on a flatbed truck.
It was a corpse wearing armor and being dismembered. The green color belonging to the Dark Angel was almost covered by the blood-colored luster. Thor could only identify it as a soldier of the Dark Angel Ravenwing through the marks on the body.
But the body part of the corpse was not complete, because the head was also missing, and there were only silent servitors beside it.
Thor knew that the Word Bearers would mutilate their enemies or sacrifice slaves to their gods, but their sacrifices often had a purpose.
Soon, Thor saw several warriors wearing black armor walking into the temple, and retreated deeper into the darkness.
One of them is a Chaos Lord wearing a unique conical horned helmet, surrounded by spikes, black mist and blood. Next to him is a twisted thing wearing a skull helmet and carrying a scepter. Thor feels that he
A bit like the Dark Apostles of the Word Bearers.
"Pack it up."
As soon as the Chaos Space Marines came in, they gave orders to the servitors.
As if out of some instinctive understanding, the servitor bowed briefly, then placed the body of the Dark Angel into a steel coffin, then lifted him onto their shoulders together, and left under the leadership of the Chaos Space Marines
room.
Thor wandered behind them, checking the shadows to see if there was anyone else. For a brief moment, he suspected that he had been discovered, but no one turned around.
While keeping a certain distance from the enemy, Thor was led to a path lined with statues, most of which were twisted and grotesque.
As Saul watched intently, he witnessed the pallbearers praying in front of a set of blast doors—the exact action was unclear, but their reverence was palpable—before continuing into a dimly lit room beyond.
He used the shadow as a hiding cloak and entered the room.
But as he went deeper, he suddenly realized it was an anatomy room.
A surgical operating table occupies the center of the room, surrounded by circles of seats, and although no one is seated, any rituals or experiments performed here are conducted in secret.
A guy who looked like the Dark Apostle of the Word Bearers put on a robe trimmed with black and called his assistants to move forward.
Those depraved creatures, hunchbacked and robed, slinked to the bedside.
As they lifted the scattered parts of the Dark Angel's body and placed them on top, hot radiation penetrated the silence softly.
Many years ago, maybe Thor would still be angry, but now he only feels a little cold, as if his blood has been drained and turned into ice and a layer of soil has covered him.
The Dark Apostle stepped forward and approached the table. The servitors stepped back respectfully, and then he picked up an arm and looked at it.
"No brain?"
he asked, lowering his hand and turning to his companion.
"The wizard took it away."
The Chaos Lord answered simply.
"I understand, now our omniscient Lord Warmaster wants to please an Ether resident so that it can give us some benefits."
There was almost a contemptuous tone in the Dark Apostle's words.
"You are speaking out of turn. You'd better remember who you are serving now."
"Yes."
The Dark Apostle turned his retort into a roar.
"Your loyalty is known, and so is your ambition."
The Chaos Lord tried to retort, but was rudely interrupted.
"Stop talking nonsense, I need to concentrate, you are testing my patience."
The Chaos Lord was impatient with his tirade, but instead of continuing the argument, he snorted and retreated into the shadows to let the other party work.
Thor had been watching with disgust, but he was curious about the obvious divisions within the ranks of the Black Legion.
"A warrior's hand."
The Dark Apostle said, stroking the palm of the corpse with his armored fingers and continuing his morbid examination.
"Very strong, but I need more."
Then he pointed at the body of the dark angel in front of him.
"Open it."
One of the assistants took out a laser cutter from under the stone slab and cut out the breastplate from the front.
The gilded decoration fell off the clay and fell to the floor with a clatter, ignored by everyone.
When the assistant holding the knife retreated, the Dark Apostle inserted his fingers into the incision, groaned hard, and opened the chest of the corpse.
The complex structure of the Astartes' organs was exposed, with the two hearts and third lungs recognizable to almost everyone, as well as the backside of the bony plates that fused the Astartes' ribs.
The Dark Apostle reached into the bloody darkness and pulled out an organ.
It looked like an oval kidney, or maybe a kind of phage. The Dark Apostle looked at it coldly, put down the organ, and took out a handful of internal organs.
He threw them onto the stone slab and stood for a long time, staring at the pulled out organs and the spurting blood.
"The Dark Angels still come in pursuit of their own secrets."
The Dark Apostle hissed, and Thor saw his intentions from this move.
Then, the warlock passed a finger through the bloody miasma.
"They believe their rebellious brother is here, and the Warmaster can take advantage of this."
"Corpse Discriminator, where are the Astral Knights?"
The Chaos Lord asked in the darkness, and Thor finally knew this guy's name.
He has heard of corpse discerners. This is a very rare branch of the sect among the Word Bearers. They can use corpses to perform dark divination rituals, and they are very accurate.
"I don't know, unless you can get the body of an Astral Knight."
The corpse-reader stared once more at the open chest of the Dark Angel.
"The blood vessels on the third lung are there, which shows that they and the friendly forces are not completely of the same mind. He is even a person who does not know his fate until his death."
The corpse examiner's voice was full of malice.
Then, the Chaos Lord in the shadow spoke again.
"Then bring in the other body."
Soon, the servants dragged in another cold body, and Thor could see clearly that it was a mortal.
He is about forty years old, male, naked, with obvious muscle outlines on his body, and many calluses on his hands. He is obviously a manual worker.
The corpse examiner looked at it and then picked up the knife from the side.
"Hey, you have to be careful. This is the last tribe of cavemen. If we can't see clearly, then we will lose all clues."
Hearing this sentence, the corpse examiner was stunned for a while.
"The last one?"
"Nonsense, most of the cavemen were slaughtered by the imperial colonists. Only a small number blended into the colonists' social groups, but they were dug out after a lot of hard work. The ancient records say it clearly.
They are the last people to know of the entrance to the Underground Webway."
Hearing this, Sol frowned.
How did the Black Legion know that there was a webway entrance underground? Who told them?
"I know, I will be careful."
As he spoke, the corpse examiner cut open the body of the deceased and began to dig through the complex internal organs.