Warhammer 40: Shattered Steel Soul

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. The 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 departed 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.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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 other Space Marines responded in turn: "No."

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.

"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."

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

"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 surface flesh. A round object that could be fused inside 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 really can't imagine that if you were a Harhabat, you would still be able to talk rationally to us here." The Luna Wolf breathed a sigh of relief, "Then start dismantling this pile of things - —It’s such a big thing, I hope it will be useful after dismantling it.”

"This is not just heresy, my brother, this is unequivocal blasphemy against the artifacts we serve," the Word Bearers spoke slowly, raising his power hammer and speaking rhythmically between blows. "Mulistan's tolerance is not unlimited. There are in-betweens between friends and enemies, but an enemy is an enemy."

"I understand what you mean," Moon Wolf said, flexing his power claws and inserting the tips of his claws into the gaps between the armor on the outside of the giant structure, penetrating to the soft and malleable part inside, and striking hard tear it apart. The giant construct trembled like an aching tree, unable to fight back any more. The Astartes breathed a sigh of relief after this was verified many times.

If this whole mass of flesh decided to turn into flesh giants and fight back, it would be too difficult to let the five Astartes escape alive, let alone destroying the thing.

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

"Yes." Shadow Moon Wolf answered, throwing down a ball of something that might have been fur in his hand, "Why does Ran Dan stuff everything into it?"

"Actually, there are plants." Another Iron Warrior said, "Look at the gaps left by corrosion. There were plants here."

The Word Bearers had already dug a long way in alone and quickly, and there was no time to talk to them. The whispering in his ears became louder and louder. However, he did not pay any attention to these unexplained noises.

"The song of justice will lift us up and give fear to the unclean enemy..." He continued to chant, and when a picture flashed in front of him that seemed not to belong here, he immediately blocked it and tried his best to recall the emperor's light.

Maybe that image will work later, but definitely not now.

The entire excavation and dismantling process took about two hours. They dismantled at least thirty layers of flesh and blood covering each other, dug out countless nerves and incompletely digested hard bones, and this was minus represents a portion of the volume of the internal cavity.

When a piece of soft tissue that was not abnormal at all from a visual point of view was shattered, the entire giant suddenly erupted with a terrible shudder, and then quickly collapsed downwards, like a bite of a dark giant mouth, smashing several Aspens located inside its structure. Tate is all buried underneath.

A few minutes later, the soldiers crawled out of the pile of dead meat one by one, staggering to their feet, covered in mud and dirt, panting and exhausted.

"Are we... done?" the Luna Wolf said uncertainly, "I just dug my claw casually. Did it hit a major artery? If it did."

Kroger stared at the collapsed mass of flesh that almost occupied the entire bottom floor of the room, and nodded: "Use the flames to burn one more time, and then we leave."

(End of this chapter)