The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Seeing Sotha suddenly run to "face the wall," the surrounding people didn't know what was happening, but no one disturbed him, only watching curiously.

Suddenly, Sotha reached out his hand, as if to welcome something, and then a crack slowly opened in the wall, and white thread-like worms poured out from inside, gathering in his palm, constantly surging and spiraling.

Sotha blinked. He suddenly had a guess – could these be the thread-like worms he pulled out of the ferryman's body?

But at that time, they had already turned into liquid metal.

Could it be that the power of the Grey Matter changed their nature? Allowing them to be reborn in another form?

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Sotha stared at the thread-like worms constantly gathering in his palm, and suddenly had a bold idea.

"Rogris, stop for a moment."

Sotha walked to the perplexed Forge Master, who glanced at the thread-like worms in his hand.

"Chapter Master, what is this?"

"A strange existence attached to the derelict ship. It seems to have changed its nature after being controlled by the Grey Matter. I want to try it. Where is the control point for this gate?"

"Over there, but it has already been abandoned."

"If it's abandoned, how can the enemy still use it? There must be something strange."

Sotha walked to the dusty operating table that looked indeed abandoned, then reached out and directly lifted the operating panel. As expected, he saw many silver thread-like worms wriggling among a pile of electronic components and wires.

Then he summoned the power of the Grey Matter. The thread-like worms in his hand instantly stopped wriggling and straightened up all at once, like silver needles.

Sotha was not a psyker, nor was he the creator of the Grey Matter, and he didn't understand any theories. He had been groping for ways to use the Grey Matter little by little over a long period of time. At this moment, he calmed his heart down little by little. He was now able to feel the Grey Matter surging in his limbs. As early as three years ago, an examination had already revealed that 99% of his bones, including his skull, had been metallized. Perhaps if he stripped away this flesh and blood, he would be basically the same as some aliens—

Then, he slowly pressed his hand towards the dodging thread-like worms, and noticed a strange change at the ends of the straight thread-like worms in his palm. It seemed that some tiny mouthparts had grown, and they缠住缠住 those former "compatriots" like predators.

He pressed his hand on the operating table, and a strange, slight itching sensation spread in his palm, as if someone was gently plucking his palm with a feather, and the rustling, slight movements became more and more obvious, and even the surrounding warriors heard it, looking around vigilantly.

"What is the Chapter Master doing?"

Jacob asked Bachram curiously, who frowned.

"Probably doing something with the Grey Matter."

At this moment, Sotha suddenly had a new feeling, which was difficult to describe, as if he suddenly had countless fingers, but it was as if he only had one more finger. He didn't know how many thread-like worms were affected, but the moment the idea of opening the door arose, it was as natural as hooking a finger. The heavy door slowly opened, and at the same time, the energy cannons on the shoulders of the 12 Doomseekers fired simultaneously. Their pace was completely consistent with the opening of the door. The enemies who had been waiting behind the door, preparing to give the intruders a surprise, were instantly drowned in a dazzling white light. The volley of the Doomseekers seemed to release the heat of a nova.

"Space Knights!"

Sotha took the lead, rushing into the door and running through the smoke. At this time, everything was printed scarlet by the emergency lights, and the alarm was loud, but louder than the alarm was the roar of the Astartes.

"Trample the Myriad!"

The Terminators then jogged into the combat zone. This was a huge circular room, filled with huge pipes and cables, with roadblocks and huge cogitators everywhere. The ground was covered with the bodies of heretics and automatic turrets torn apart by energy cannons. Most of the defenders were still shocked by the explosion, some were bleeding, and some were on fire.

Immediately afterwards, dense plasma fire pierced through the smoke, turning the battle into a moment dyed blue and gold.

Chaos Space Marines fell one after another, spilling black blood on the floor. The huge Sotha rushed forward, casually waving Skyfire to smash bones and metal, and then smashed a fallen combat servitor on the cogitator.

Shouts and screams echoed, sparks flew everywhere, and the Terminators advanced like a high wall, with other warriors following them.

There were many defenders in the hall, including Daemon Engines, and a large number of automatic turrets were set up everywhere, but under the action of the thread-like worms controlled by Sotha, those turrets turned to shoot at the Red Corsairs personnel, causing them heavy casualties.

"Sotha! You will pay the price!"

A mechanical voice sounded, full of anger, repeating over and over again.

"Sotha! You will pay the price!"

"Stop hiding."

Sotha kicked over a Chaos Terminator blocking his way, then grabbed the opponent's arm and smashed it forward, smashing a spider-shaped Daemon Engine into pieces, then stepped over the corpse and came to the core of the hall.

This was an entire space, surrounded by cogitator arrays. The lights were very dim, and it was filled with the stench of death. Bare skulls and small bones were scattered on the ground, as well as many torn muscles and large pools of blood. Some of them were human, but most were not. Bundles of pipes and cables meandered through the garbage on the ground, oozing oil, and connected to the raised platform in the center, connecting to the rough shadow sitting on it.

Sotha finally knew why the Red Corsairs version of the Screamer had such a large coverage area—

The basic design of the Screamer is to transform pain into a psychic-like storm that can interfere with communications. Its essence is similar to the pain engines used by the Dark Eldar, but it weakens the psychic characteristics to make it more concealed, but pain is still the root of the entire technology.

Dietrian's Screamer used to use Chaos Space Marines or human psykers, because they were tough and could withstand intense pain, but they were often more dull, so Dietrian's Screamer had a small range, but it was accurate, while the Red Corsairs' Screamer used—

Eldar!

"Sotha! You will pay the price!"

It ticked, clusters of cables overlapping each other as the thing turned to face Sotha, making scanner-like ticking noises, then it stood on eight mechanical legs, carrying the bloody filth drawn from its few remaining frail bodies, multiple arms reaching out from under those robes, loaded with swords and weapons, and its face was a maze of crystals and lenses, surrounding a central loudspeaker.

With just one glance, Sotha could see that this was an Eldar body that had been modified. This was also the first time he had seen someone use an Eldar body to do such a degenerate thing.