Chapter 387 A Group

"Happy life, how can people seek you by ending you? If life is happy, you should stay in life. If you want to escape, how can you talk about happiness? Is it because people can escape from the sins they have suffered through death? Can it be said that it is happy if it escapes from it?" - "The Book of Lorgar"

The huge object that was more than ten meters high seemed to be breathing.

Its surface rippled like tiny ripples, followed by an underlying murmur that snaked around the edges of the Space Marines' senses. A sour and bitter taste overflows with every breath of the object.

At the same time, various half-real and half-illusory emotional fluctuations began to try to mobilize the inner emotions of Astartes. The flames of anger licked the edges of the soul, while the tide of sorrow surged majestically, as if caressing the inside of the body. inner side of the nervous system. Under the intense weariness, fatigue is making their hands and feet unwilling to move from the inside out.

Inside the helmet, the Word Bearer found that his eyes had become too wet, and some bitter tears kept rolling down his smooth face that had been wax-removed. The armor against his neck kept dripping, completely Unable to suppress.

"Turn off the respirator and turn on the backup oxygen supply." Kroger prompted, his voice extremely dull.

From the giant creature's breath, the Iron Warrior's armor immediately screened out dozens of compounds that acted on the nerves through simple analysis. In addition, the weird thing is that whether it is serotonin, dopamine, endorphins, or various other chemicals, they can be produced by organisms such as humans and aliens themselves.

The Word Bearers followed the guidance of their temporary squad leader.

Before they left the Law of Faith, the True Worder himself summoned them at the Wandering Temple and told them to be willing to listen to the Iron Warriors. Only the Iron Warriors are willing to pursue the guidance of the Star of Faith with them, even if they do not respond directly to it verbally.

After isolating the external chemicals, his tears quickly dried up and his mood returned to basic calm, but those tiny whispers and sobs still continued.

"Can you hear the whispers of the aliens?" the Word Bearer asked directly.

The other Space Marines responded in turn: "No."

"It should be a psychic effect, be careful, brother." Luna Wolf said with concern, "Your psychic talent is better."

"Perhaps you should find the Fifteenth Legion for training in advance." Kroger said solemnly, without getting entangled in the matter.

Through the optoelectronic imaging system, he could see that the huge mass in front of him was still a disgusting cluster of flesh and blood, but this time, it - or they, were so tightly integrated internally that they could not be clearly separated.

Through detection, it can be seen that every structure in the giant object is so well integrated with each other that the original skin and membranes are completely dissolved, and the bones turn into calcified powder under heavy pressure and acid erosion, while the new outer skin and outer skin are completely dissolved. The bones are perfectly wrapped on the outside, protecting the soft flesh like internal organs.

The Iron Warrior considered whether to shoot hastily, unsure of the negative effects it would have and whether his limited number of bullets would be enough to destroy this entire mass of giant objects with unknown cores.

"The blessings of alms will dispel fear and hesitation, my brothers," said the Word Bearer. "Bathed in faith, no evil spirit can invade our hearts. He is with us."

He recited some prayers for protection and fearlessly approached the huge object in front of him. The power hammer wrapped in a force field glowed with flowing light. Moon Wolf wanted to step forward to stop him, but Dark Angel raised his buzzing arm to signal Moon Wolf to wait.

"By His divine grace, we walk in the light and drive away impurity, evil seed, evil thoughts, and heresy." A trace of deep disgust gradually emerged from the Word Bearer's mouth. He held the power hammer in both hands, and his blows were fierce. It was completely contrary to his usual quiet behavior.

After a blunt blow like thunder, cobweb-like cracks immediately appeared on the surface of the giant object's gray-yellow exoskeleton. The Word Bearers immediately caught up with the second blow. This piece of the exoskeleton collapsed in one piece and scattered into several pieces. The solid plate, which is more than a foot thick, exposes the material wrapped inside.

The Word Bearers tacitly stepped aside and moved to the side, while the Deathwing behind them immediately fired a single missile into the breach, tearing the breach further and scorching a piece of superficial flesh.

A round object that could have been integrated into the flesh and blood structure rolled out during the bombardment and landed next to the Word Bearer's boots. He immediately recognized the head of an Astartes. Before he could control his actions, a roar erupted from his mouth through the sound grid. It was specially designed to amplify the sound of the war cry, and in the dim space echoed in despair.

"Hashem!" Kroger rarely called out the Word Bearer's name. After confirming that the other party heard his words, he continued: "You have verified the feasibility of close combat. We give priority to using melee weapons to attack. Save bullets.”

His command was like water that doused the Word Bearers' anger.

"You're right," he calmed down, looking down at the brown juice stained on the power hammer, "the bodies of our former brothers were sacrificed here, and their souls have departed from the mortal vessels they once inhabited, What's left is just the alien's declaration of war against Him."

He paused, "I'm just worried about what they suffered during their lives. Before the end of their lives, they suffered too much sin and pain for no reason."

"I can't believe you could talk to us rationally here if you were a Halhabait." Moon Wolf breathed a sigh of relief, "Then start dismantling this pile of stuff - it's a big pile, I hope it's really useful after dismantling it. Whatever it is."

"This is not just a pagan, my brother, this is a clear blasphemy against the man-made things we serve," the Word Bearer said slowly, raising the power hammer and speaking rhythmically between hammering, "Murilistan's tolerance is not infinite, there are middlemen between friends and enemies, but enemies are enemies."

"I know what you mean," Moon Wolf said, moving his power claws, piercing the claws into the gaps between the bone armor on the outside of the giant structure, penetrating to the soft and tough part inside, and tearing it apart fiercely. The giant structure trembled like a tree in pain, but could not make more counterattacks. The repeated verification of this made the Astartes feel relieved.

If this whole mass of meat decided to transform into a flesh giant and fight back, it would be too difficult to let the five Astartes leave alive, let alone dismantle this thing.

"There are not only Astartes here," the Dark Angel said after a while, "but also mortals and local animals."

"Yes." Shadow Moon Wolf continued, throwing down a ball of what might have been fur in his hand, "Why does the Randan stuff everything in there?"

"In fact, there are plants." Another Iron Warrior said, "Observe the gaps left by the corrosion, there were plants here."

The Word Bearer had already dug a large section in alone and very quickly, and had no time to talk to them. The whispers in his ears were getting louder and louder, no matter what, he didn't spend a bit of energy on these meaningless noises.

"The song of justice will lift us up and give fear to the unclean enemies..." He continued to recite, and when a picture that didn't seem to belong to this place flashed before his eyes, he immediately blocked it and focused on recalling the light of the Emperor.

Maybe that picture will play a role in the future, but it's definitely not now.

The whole excavation and dismantling process took about two hours. They dismantled at least thirty layers of overlapping flesh and blood, cut off countless nerves and incompletely dissolved hard bones, and this was still minus a part of the volume of the internal cavity.

When a piece of soft tissue that was visually normal was crushed, the whole giant suddenly burst into a terrible shudder, and then quickly collapsed downwards, like a dark giant mouth biting, burying several Astartes inside its structure.

A few minutes later, the warriors crawled out of the inactive flesh pile one by one, staggered to their feet, covered in mud and dirt, panting, exhausted.

"Are we... done?" Shadow Moon Wolf said uncertainly, "I just dug a claw casually. Did it poke the aorta? If it has."

Krog stared at the flesh mass that almost filled the entire bottom layer of the room after the collapse, and nodded: "Use the flame to burn another circle, and then, we leave."