God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Soshian certainly asked Talos what that scream was.

Until now, he still remembers the smile and answer of the prophet at that time, and planted a seed of regret in his heart.

"By combining with the pure art of torture, Dieterian created a screaming song loud enough to be heard and felt by the souls on several planets... But this is far from enough. The sacrificial offering to mortals is not uncommon at all. How many Legion warriors have done the same thing for thousands of years? I don’t even need to guess. Raiders have used this since a long time ago. Use tricks to cover their tracks, so in that case... Is there a better way to slow down the speed of the pursuers than to stir the subspace to thicken the silt? Even if there is a risk of being infected by the devil, its effect is also Enough to make us worth the risk."

"So you killed all the slaves on your ship?"

"The mortal soul is meaningless, you won’t understand it. , Strength and pain are at our fingertips, not the so-called weapon that can destroy Ping City, nor is it a battleship that can break the blockade of the entire fleet. These things are meaningless in the battle of eternity... It can leave scars on steel, but any dilapidated pirate ship equipped with a large cannon can also be used, but we are the eighth Legion, we cut the flesh with the sword, the steel and the soul, our traumatic memory, we tear the soul, I The action of waiting will definitely make sense, otherwise we should be forgotten and rot in the ancient myth."

Talos took a breath at the time, and his voice suddenly softened again.

"So we sang, this piece of music is definitely meaningful...it is a more real weapon than laser cannons or strikes cannons, but how can we best silence this song The song becomes—a sharp blade that might make Imperium bleed?"

Soshian didn't answer, but he already guessed it.

"Sing loudly."

Talos' lips were still slightly smiled sickly as before.

"We only need to sing loudly, so we turn the singer into a screaming choir, condense the pain and fear from week to week into pure absolute pain, and then impose the torture on the torture. To continue to increase their intensity.... The massacre of thousands of people is nothing-a drop in the ocean, but the Star Whispers are different! They have no choice but to listen, see, and feel what is happening What happened... When the psionicists finally died, they were like a shell swollen by the suffering caused by the mass murder, blinded by the ghosts of the surrounding dead."

Soshian was shocked. For such atrocities.

"We made them feel pain and fear night after night. They screamed that it was mental pain. They screamed at the moment of death and entered the psychic channel... . After that, one world after another will listen, and those Star Whispers on planet or battleship will also use their own suffering to amplify it, add verses and chorus to the song, and share it with others."

After listening to this, Soshian kept admonishing himself that he must not use such depraved power until the last moment.

However, what he didn't expect was that such a moment would come so fast--

"Sad."

one by one, Watt Liel tortured them in various ways.

Each of them looked into his eyes. Although he didn't know what they saw, he knew what would happen.

The first man howled, grabbed him with an invisible hand, and hit his face with his broken wrist.

Not every Astarte is a psionicist, but in essence, their structure and genes are contaminated with a part of psychic energy.

Under torture, their hearts reveal fear beyond the warp, and their flesh and blood are broken and beyond control.

Some people passed out directly, and their spirits finally fell from the tormented bodies.

Others twist their bodies to try to break free. They have a kind of vitality that they have never had before, struggling with painful organ failure.

A few people bloomed in front of him, allowing Primaris Apothecary's white armor to be soaked with rancid internal organs.

When the torture here is over, Valle will watch the pilots carry out the remains until the last one.

He is usually not interested in what mechanical teachings, but this is an exception, he cleaned his body, and then went to Dietrian's secret cabin.

In many chaotic Space Marine concepts, humans can only be called humans from the most indulgent and most physiological perspective.

He didn't know that he had ever had a name, and he had no real perception ability, so he couldn't express the same painful emotions over and over again.

His existence is divided into two levels of experience, and his strangled mind is interpreted as numbness and torture.

In the long time between each disaster, he was in a state of numbness, doing nothing, seeing nothing, knowing nothing, only knowing that there is a kind of eternity in his lungs and throat The weightlessness and salty chemicals.

The only thing that can be generously interpreted as thought is the faint and distant echo of anger.

What he feels is not the anger itself, but the memory of it: a memory of anger that he once knew without knowing why.

When the whip of torture is drawn, it will bring a storm of pain.

The anger rose again, and sparks shot in his brain blood vessels, like a malfunctioning wire.

He will feel his jaw open, and his tongueless mouth screams silently into the cold void that surrounds him.

After a while, the pain will disappear, followed by false anger.

It is happening.

This red pirate Small Captain, once known as Tedley, was breathing cold liquid in the gray.

Inhaling liquid and excreting dirt, his ravaged body was finally able to rest.

Valle stood in front of the glass jar containing the tortured person. Some things need to be investigated more closely.

After that, he tapped the glass with his hand.

"Hey, hello, my good brother."

He whispered with a smile,

The body in the pod was mechanically clawed Dragging, his legs were cut below the knees, and his hands were amputated at the wrists.

Valle watched the silhouette churn in the liquid, and fell deeply into the pain of fascination.

"Don't touch the glass, thank you."

Ditrian's calm voice still expresses his dissatisfaction,

Valle turned his head.

"I won't break anything."

"I didn't tell you to break anything. I told you not to touch that piece of glass."

Valle snorted and looked back at the torture needle drawn from the prisoner's temple.

"This is how you make screams?"

"Yes."

Ditrien’s chrome face is hidden in his cloak Here, he is trying to shut down the pain engine that enters the suspension tank.

"The quality of this group of prisoners is good. Although they are not psionicists, they have been soaking in the subspace for too long. They have strong psychic qualities and are a very good medium."

Valle is not a technical sergeant, but he can easily guess the details.

In fact, screaming fascinated him.

He could not imagine that such an instrument could make the scanning and communication equipment of many enemy ships dull and useless, as well as the Star Whisperers and navigators, so that they could be submerged in one In a long article full of painful cut and paste code...

Such a technique is very rare. It must have the right genius and the right materials, and only one of the countless methods is possible Successful, during which there will be countless failures.

Generating electronic interference from the pain of a person's soul, filtering the organic pain through the spaceship system, and using it to harm the enemy-this is the poetry that Valier can truly appreciate.

After that, he knocked on the glass again and let out a low growl, but it was not a smile.

"Bishop, how many humans are there in your mind?"

Dietrian stopped, his knotty fingers hovering on the console keys .

"I don't have the will or motivation to discuss this issue, why are you asking this?"

Valle tilted his head toward the amniotic cistern.

"Because of this, this is not a cold, logical creation. This is a work of art that understands the pain and fear of the soul."

Dietrian hesitated again, I don't know if Primaris Apothecary's words should be taken as a compliment.

This guy is always confused.

Suddenly, the door opened and the hydraulic device made a harsh sound. Dietrian felt that there was no need to answer, because he saw several silhouettes reflected by the red emergency light in the distance.