The loss of control starts little by little.
[The alarm in the 3rd zone ahead just went offline for 3 milliseconds.]
[This must be a misjudgment. At this time, do we still need to check the psychic circuit? ]
Two Randan people walked in the corridor, their footsteps echoing in the dim space. The dim light reflected on the floor, like lumps of fat, cold and greasy.
[Decisions are made by adults, and what we can do is to take our own responsibilities and not take them lightly.]
There was a slight sound of the weapon hitting the ground, but its comrades still didn't notice it.
[Okay, okay, do your best, do your best, you are still following me—]
As if realizing something, the Randan man walking in front turned around and saw the comrade who had just taught him a lesson lying quietly on the ground, motionless.
[well?]
[PTYUH! Hey! What’s wrong with you? ! ]
[Hello?! Wake up! Wake up!]
It hurriedly turned around to check on its companions and immediately opened the alert communication, but the usually lively communication was now dead silent.
The communication is broken.
It drew out its knife tremblingly, and tried to wake up its comrade while being alert. But it suddenly realized something, and the Randan used psychic power to explore its friend -
Nothing at all.
The soul disappeared, leaving only a warm corpse.
For the first time, the Randan people realized that it was not just guns and gunpowder that could bring fear.
The unknown is the real source of fear.
The Randan people suddenly realized that it was eerily quiet here. They half-knelt in the middle of the endless corridor with the warm bodies of their companions beside them.
The lights above its head cast their light silently, and time and space seemed to be stretched. It and the corpse were in the center of the stage, and something was admiring its embarrassment.
The white light was dry and dazzling.
The soul shuddered, and the brain tissue twitched with pain.
At the end of the corridor, some unobservable existence appeared, and darkness enveloped him.
It summoned up all its courage, pointed its knife at the Unspeakable, and shouted,
"Hey! You—"
"Bang", another subtle sound of something hitting the ground.
The corridor fell silent again.
The warning light at the end of the ship flashed twice and then returned to normal. The lighting system was paralyzed for more than ten seconds, and some soldiers could not be contacted.
This common and insignificant old problem is nothing in the face of the enemy's fleet.
The pendulum was accelerating, the army was approaching, and the powerless feeling of dying gripped it. The lord checked the trajectory of the ships again and again, struggling to lead people out of the encirclement.
But it was obvious that the commander of the opposing ship was no ordinary man. His seemingly unintentional actions had actually blocked all their routes of retreat.
Then we can only let you all bleed together.
Despair gradually took on a tinge of madness, and the light in the lord's eyes became more and more brutal. If the final outcome was destruction, then let all existences fall into hell together.
Ran Dan also has a brutal nature. When facing a tyrant, all they can do is be more brutal than him.
Even if they perish, they will make their enemies pay the price.
The lord calmed his blood circulation system, and having made up his mind, he let it say goodbye for the last time and told the warriors the truth of the final decision.
Abandoning the senses, it sank into the sea of spiritual consciousness. In the darkness, a graceful and gorgeous blue-purple ocean appeared before its eyes, with rolling waves and beautiful flames dotted around, swaying on the seabed like kelp.
The warmth of the soul and the waves of the warp soothed it, and sanity returned to its mind.
What a beautiful sea of spiritual consciousness! It is the soul that lights up this dark ocean, gives it vitality and vigor, and sings a wonderful chorus of souls.
The flames flickered, its people, its warriors, pure and—
etc?!
At the limit of vision, at the edge of darkness and ocean, something was wriggling and a dark shadow flashed by.
The lord thought he had seen it wrong at first, but after a quick glance, the existence seemed to be magnified countless times—
He was staring at it.
At this moment, it realized that the fluctuations of the entire ocean were not normal. Compared with the chaotic waves on weekdays, they were obviously flowing towards the same location.
The irregular black creature stuck to the bottom of the sea, with some broken golden lights nailed to its body, almost piercing through it, forcibly restricting the monster's movements.
But the creature seemed to be completely unaware of the pain and squirmed wantonly. Even when it was grabbed by the nails, it moved forward in a strange posture without any feeling.
He was an ignorant and wild monster, driven only by instinct.
It twisted, expanded, and then contracted from time to time, devouring and licking all living things on the seabed like a predator. The flames that were touched were instantly extinguished, and the music stopped abruptly, as if it had never appeared.
This ugly creature is destroying the ecology of the seabed. It is wriggling, twisting, and expanding. It is a body that the subspace can never support. It is an existence that is not in accordance with the law.
What is that?? ! !
Lord Randan swore that he had never seen such a blasphemous and ugly existence. He could not understand it, he could not perceive it. This black fleshy creature lived on the seabed like a tumor.
A sphere with a fleshy body that is expanding, contracting, and moving like it is breathing, with shackles on its body that seem to have been freed from the seals.
The soul subconsciously sounds the alarm, like the innate trembling of an animal facing its natural enemy.
Lord Randan realized with a shudder that without those golden spikes, the monster would devour everything.
What kind of selfless being could have restrained this monster, yet allowed it to escape
What made it even more desperate was that the monster was swimming underwater and moving rapidly towards its location!
Wherever the monster passed, its warriors were like flames in a storm, instantly reduced to ashes.
It was total carnage.
Suddenly, it seemed to realize why the other lord had disappeared silently.
It was devoured by that monster!
—Aaaaaaaah!!!
Don’t! Don’t come over here!!!
The heavy truth strikes its soul.
The huge shock and fear made its soul twitch and its organs spasm violently. Its unstable mind instantly pulled it back into the physical universe. It stood there staggeringly, and the floor seemed to be an undulating wave.
The lord crashed directly to the command desk, adjusting the surveillance cameras randomly and frantically. The servants beside him wanted to support him, but he pushed them away roughly.
It stared at the screen intently. No, no, no, no. A clear and definite route seemed to have emerged. The surveillance cameras all showed flashing images in one or two time periods.
With shaking hands, it zoomed in and adjusted the images one by one. In the corners of some images, it saw part of a lying corpse.
No, it’s not death. Their souls were sucked out and swallowed into the monster’s body, a body nourished by the souls of the dead!
The lord trembled, searched, and prayed.
Finally, in a surveillance video that had stopped working, it saw a huge creature crawling forward, revealing one of its tentacles in the shadows.
The buzzing in the soul became louder. It could feel the loss of pressure before a storm, as if some monster was crawling towards it, indescribable and incomprehensible.
The lord roughly ordered his servants to disperse, and he himself staggered and tried to leave. No, it was useless, the psychic power only made the creature ecstatic.
It seemed to hear the distant, rustling sound of growth. The monster was moving towards here, targeting the lord's soul.
No, no, no, no, no, what would happen if my soul was devoured by that monster? In that endless darkness, would it be a purgatory-like torture
It stumbled out of the command room and ran, away from here, as far away as possible. Even if it was killed by the alien artillery fire, its soul would not fall into the hands of that existence.
It needs to be far away, as far away as possible, without letting the soul be touched by that existence at all.
He was coming, he was coming, it felt something heaving against the floor, it was running for its life, he found it, he was behind it.
It was clamoring with great disgust and aversion, and it couldn't even look back. If it looked back, would it be cursed forever after seeing the monster's true appearance
Heavy thumps sounded behind it, each blow hitting its listening hole hard.
Run! Run! It could hear the sound of his tentacles breaking the wind, it could hear the screams of souls, the cunning predator was completely exposed after being exposed, and it saw its people extinguished like candles in the wind.
The darkness chased it, and the light disappeared behind it. From the psychic perspective, it was pitch black behind it, and any light and wisdom no longer existed.
There is no way to resist at all; once you get close, you will be devoured.
There is no return.
It even began to look forward to humans boarding the creature, allowing them to detain it or its soul would perish before it was caught.
Despair gathered in the cabin, squeezing it. Space seemed to be distorted, and everything was swept away. The good news was that the existence seemed unable to catch up with it—
The fork in the road is coming soon. All it needs to do is run over there. There is an altar. Let it sacrifice its soul directly to the Highest Heaven. It can't bear it anymore, but at least it knows what will happen after the sacrifice.
The light at the fork in the road was like a beacon in the darkness. The monster behind him seemed to be afraid of the light. The footsteps of pursuit began to become disordered. It was here, almost there.
Overjoyed, it rushed to the fork in the road without hesitation, the wind whistling around it—
A huge sickle emerged from the light, its blade flashing with a sharp edge.
The picture seemed to stop there. In the dazzling white light, there was only the beast fleeing forward and the scythe of the god of death lying in ambush.
The blade carried a tremendous force, and it rushed forward, was hooked by the sickle, and smashed back into the darkness.
"Bang!"
It lay on its back, light streaming down blindingly from above, the alien's face completely submerged in the darkness of the hood, hoarse breaths escaping from the mask.
A charging gun was pointed directly at its head, but it did not fire.
Ha. Haha he’s finished!
Let this alien be used as bait to slow down that monster!
The lord tried to get up with a ferocious look, but was knocked to the ground by the sickle handle. The heavy sickle handle directly shattered his facial bones.
Slowly, a hoarse voice sounded,
"Hades, hurry up."
Huh? Huh?
"It can really run. I've been chasing it for quite a while."
A foreign language was heard in the empty corridor.
well
The lord pinned down by the primarch fell to the ground. In the upside-down world, a human who made it tremble walked out of the darkness, panting.
"That's no reason for you to chase half the boat."
ah?!
That's a human?!
Such a being, is he a human being?!
The lord instantly mobilized his psychic energy and tried to burst out, but neither of them looked at it again, and the black sickle blade fell down.
The alien's head and soul fell to the ground together. Hades scratched his head. God knew why this lord didn't even try to fight him, but just ran away when he saw him.
In previous battles, Hades had never encountered anyone who just ran away. He doesn’t look very strong, right
"So you're aboard so soon, Mortarion?"
"Hades, look at this half-ship of corpses, and look at the half-ship of Randans who are frightened crazy by the corpses. I think you will know why I boarded the ship so quickly."
Mortarion rolled his eyes and called up the surveillance footage of the ship. The Death Guard's forge master had already broken into the other side's system. In the footage, countless Randans were trembling and curled up, or fleeing like crazy.
Lord Randan's scream before his death infected them, and after realizing that more than half of their army had died silently, these soldiers could not bear the absurd truth.
Next time I fight a psychic, I can just throw Hades out, Mortarion thought.
"How did you do it, Hades, to scare the Randans straight out of their wits?"
Or is this race just so fragile
"I didn't do anything?"
Hades thought doubtfully. He just sneaked normally and then ended up in the black area. Although there were a few places where he had to climb without any image because of the terrain when he was sneaking.
Maybe it's because too many people died? And then the morale assessment failed
Hades was also confused. He could understand death, but he couldn't understand madness.
But no matter what, the ending is good in the end.
Thanks to this unexpected turn of events, Randan, whose main ship was captured, completely became a dead soul under the scythe of the Death Guard. When the Dark Angels' ships arrived at Just after traveling thousands of miles, panting, they only saw the Death Guard cleaning up the battlefield.
The Death Guard commander smiled and welcomed them on the communication channel. Facing the Dark Angels' doubts, he laughed them off.
[Ah, we were lucky this time, and ended the battle without much effort. ]
The dark angels asked each other a few questions. As they were responsible for capturing this fleet, they naturally knew how terrifying these alien races were.
Although the Death Guard's smile did reveal a kind of ignorance and stupidity of unexpected good luck.
Even the brother with the most skilled interrogation techniques could not see the flaws in the Death Guard's words and expressions.
It looks like this is just like an ignorant lucky person.
But, even the consumption of the ship's firepower would take some time, not to mention the enemy's unique psychic explosion.
There is something fishy here.
The Dark Angels looked at each other.
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