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Chapter 135 Arrival
The ancient battleship machine soul of the Eumenides groaned in pain, trying to resist the power of the evil god from invading its body, but it was completely useless.

The crew members, who had fallen into demons under the gaze of the evil god of chaos, praised the title of the god of ravens, trying to hide something with a sly smile, or maybe this clumsy disguise itself was also a kind of disguise.

They slaughtered in the cabin, madly slaughtering the stubborn people who did not submit to the will of the Lord of Change with jealousy and resentment.

The Brood of the Dark Angels are the most stubborn of them all.

The sons of Llane are as loyal as their genetic father, and their loyalty to the Master of Men remains unshakable even when their flesh is twisted and deformed beneath the armor.

The 3rd company commander led the remaining Astartes monks to kill the demons in the cabin, and hurriedly left the control room of the battleship, which was already like a hell on earth.

Gonzalez knew that the combat brothers behind him were very confused and angry at this moment. They were puzzled by this sudden change, and angry at the reckless actions of the 3rd company commander, which made all the brothers in the boarding torpedo fired at the Order of Truth The army was annihilated, and it caused this unbelievable subspace mutation.

"I can understand your anger. The brothers may no longer be willing to follow my instructions...but only now, please follow my instructions temporarily and go to warehouse No. 8." Gonzalez used his identity With an extremely humble attitude, he pleaded:
"No. 8 contains the extermination weapon bestowed on the Dark Angel by the Lord of Humanity himself. As long as we use that weapon, we will definitely be able to regain control of the Eumenides from the hands of the devil, and further—"

Before he finished his words, a violent shaking of the hull under his feet interrupted his words, and the turbulent subspace turbulence had already gushed out from the Eye of Mystery, and began to erode the physical universe.The urgency of the situation does not allow any delay.

"This is our last chance." After Gonzalez finished speaking, he walked forward quickly.

The rest of the Astartes monks looked at each other, and finally chose to follow the 3rd company commander, because at this time, anger was meaningless.Only by going to warehouse No. 8 is there a slight possibility of catching that only slim hope.

Facts have proved that it is indeed very slim.

The gravity simulation system in the cabin has also stopped working, and they can only rely on the magnetic suction boots on their feet to trudge through. The cabin corridors in the Eumenides were all too familiar to death hunters, but now they are too Due to the influence of the mighty power of the evil god, it has become intricate like a maze, and there is no way out.

All the instruments were disturbed and malfunctioned, and they couldn't even tell the most basic direction. In the dark and oppressive atmosphere, they would never know whether the next intersection would meet them with a dead end with nothing, or a deformed demon with teeth and claws.

Outside the cabin, the Eumenides, which has lost power, has drifted along the turbulent flow of the subspace to the front of the ever-widening Mysterious Eye, facing the star-like pupil of the Lord of Change.

The whispers of the evil god became extremely strong at this moment, tormenting the tenacious mind of the space warriors together with the endless maze in the cabin. Struggling to fall under one's own wings.

Gonzalez was still moving forward in silence, but suddenly, there was a sound of metal clashing behind him, and he turned his head vigilantly. There was no danger, only half of Gonzalez's face was stained red by the splattered blood .

It was an interstellar warrior who felt that his heart had been shaken. He chose to take off his helmet before he fell completely, sent the blade into his throat, and committed suicide by drinking the sword.

"May the golden throne accept your loyal soul, Nash... It's a pity that I, a sinner, have no face to face the Lord of Humanity." Gonzalez mourned the passing of his brother with a short prayer.

They were about to turn around and move on to search for warehouse No. 8, when Gonzales placed Nash's body next to the wall, suddenly trembling.

Above the corpse, an illusory figure was groaning in pain, it was the soul of the dead Nash.Contrary to Gonzalez's good wishes, the loyal warrior did not receive the protection of the Golden Throne after his death, but was pinched between the fingers of the evil god and ravaged and played with great interest.

Amidst the wailing of Nash's soul, a frivolous voice came from Youyou.

"Intelligent creatures always like to fantasize about the beauty after death to numb the pain in life; this fantasy has many names: belief, ancestor worship, reincarnation... I have seen too many. Immersed in fantasy Creatures who are not afraid of any suffering and temptation, but if this belief is taken away, the beautiful illusion will be shattered like a bubble..."

The voice paused for a moment, and then, Nash's soul was twisted by an invisible force into an inhuman slender monster, stuffed back into the warm corpse that was still warm.

The distortion of the soul is directly reflected on the body, and the corpse that is forcibly stuffed into the soul is deformed instantly.The swollen body tore through the armor, and within a few seconds, the loyal warrior who would rather commit suicide than betray the emperor turned into a ferocious demon whose skin was covered with blasphemous spells.

"When the fantasy that is the spiritual pillar is shattered, the belief that has been held for a long time is falsified. Mortals can know that the so-called redemption of the Golden Throne is just a complete lie, and what they will face after death is endless pain..."

"Those who really understand death will only be more afraid of death than ever... Hee hee... Are you in a hurry?"

Before the faint voice could finish speaking, Gonzales pierced the body of the battle brother who had been deformed into a chaotic monster with the power sword in his hand.

"You clumsy lies can't fool any of us!"

Gonzalez growled angrily, drew his blade, and continued on without looking back.

His footsteps were still firm, but he didn't dare to look back at the reactions of other combat brothers, and he didn't even dare to ask in his heart whether his faith had been shaken. Such blasphemous thoughts would never be allowed to appear.

The remaining space fighters followed the footsteps of the 3rd company commander in silence, without saying a word.

Outside the cabin, the mysterious eye with stars as pupils and eye sockets spanning galaxies slightly bent slightly, like a person looking for fun and bent his eyebrows with a smile.

The mysterious eyes scanned the sea of ​​scarlet insects rushing towards him from every direction with great interest, and there was a faint murmur in the subspace:

"You always exceed my expectations..."

In the turbulent subspace echoing with murmurs, highly mutated chaos warships slowly sailed out from the pupils of the mysterious eye.

Every Chaos warship wears spell chains either for decoration or for practical purposes.And above the bridge, hangs a huge one-eyed totem.

It was an extremely ancient totem, dating back nearly ten thousand years to the time of the Great Crusade, one of the 20 Astartes Legions: the Thousand Sons.

Some scholars believe that the one-eyed totem of the Thousand Sons comes from the "all-seeing eye" in the concept of witchcraft; some dissidents claim that the one-eyed symbol comes from the genetic father of the Thousand Sons Legion, who abolished one to save his offspring. An act of mercy for the eyes.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and it is impossible to verify who is right and who is wrong in various statements.

The only thing that is certain is that the scarlet giant standing on the bow of the Chaos battleship at this moment does have only one eye.

(End of this chapter)