The Escape, command room.
past.
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This is a weird place.
The thick and dense spore corpses covered the entire room. These vigorous plants were dead, and these small white and yellow dots flew into the air, rising and falling as Fernando moved.
The operating table was covered with vines. These thick vines covered the buttons and levers. Not far away, a human corpse was half-sitting there, also entangled in the vines.
Even with his helmet on, Fernando could sense a strong stench of decay coming from his nose.
But what we saw before us were already dead things; they were shriveled and yellow, but showed no signs of decay.
In other words, the source of the odor is something else.
"Increase your concentration and activate low-level shields."
Fernando whispered into the communication channel of the helmet, and then José behind him turned on the psychic shield, and a dim white light enveloped them both.
This was a wreck discovered by a nearby Mechanicum exploration ship. After realizing that the psychic fluctuations of this ship exceeded the standard, the cunning sage decisively requested reinforcements from the think tank of the nearby legion.
And the Dusk Raiders are right around here.
So, here they are now.
The results of the exploration will be shared with the legion. The mechanical sage led the crusaders to the engine room and forced Fernando to send a few think tanks to follow them.
According to the Mechanical Sage, when he discovered the ship, it was moving at a speed that was "difficult to achieve in the physical world."
He whispered a lot of quick, low words to Fernando to demonstrate the importance of the engine room and how much effort he had put in to stop the ship, but as a think tank, Fernando didn't care about that.
The Corps gave them missions, they performed them, and that was that.
Compared to these, Fernando was more curious about why the psychic energy fluctuations on this ship were so great.
The fluctuations in the subspace cannot directly affect the physical universe. Certain conditions need to be met to weaken the barrier between the subspace and the physical world.
This condition is that things in the physical world actively weaken this barrier.
Generally speaking, the use of psychic powers falls into this process, forcibly summoning the power of the warp to penetrate the barrier, causing the barrier to gradually weaken.
Psychics can cause this phenomenon, or large-scale sacrifices can cause a large amount of fluctuations in people's souls through the use of emotions.
In addition, there are alien technologies, or things that are naturally formed in the place where the subspace and the physical universe are closely connected.
Fernando was more inclined to believe that this ship used alien technology, but the obviously abnormal scene in the command room told him that his judgment was not accurate.
Either there are psychics there, or human sacrifices have occurred on this ship.
Fernando sensed it, raised his grenade launcher, and walked towards the place where the psychic energy fluctuations were the most dense.
This is a corner of the command room, covered with dense spore corpses.
Jose behind him silently increased the strength of his psychic shield.
Fernando took a deep breath and used his psychic power to push away the spores.
A secret door appeared before them, with a symbol engraved on it -
The abstract hands are holding up a star, and a vine is wrapped around the bottom of the hands.
Very good, then it is most likely a human sacrifice.
Sensing that the psychic fluctuations on the other side of the door were at a level he could handle, Fernando drew his sword.
Arcs of psychic fire danced on the sword, and Fernando did not hesitate to break open the secret door with his knife.
A strong stench of decay instantly hit me.
In the small dark room, the yellow-green soup accumulated to the height of the Space Marine's knees, with unknown white-yellow oil floating in it. The bottom of the liquid was covered with shit-green mud.
In the center of the room, on an altar made of human flesh, blood and fat, stood a wriggling pile of flesh and blood.
The moment he entered the room, Fernando immediately activated the highest level of psychic shield, raised the incendiary gun in his hand, and aimed it at the "creature".
He couldn't open fire directly. As a think tank, he knew that if he opened fire rashly without understanding the function of the altar, it might disrupt the balance and release the spiritual energy accumulated inside.
The spiritual energy fluctuations in the room were three or four levels higher than what he had just sensed!
At the same time, the highest level of support and retreat orders were faithfully transmitted to the think tank team in the engine room through the communication channel.
Jose, who was behind Fernando, looked at the pile of flesh and blood in surprise.
Is this a human being, a shaman being sacrificed
However, upon seeing the two of them, the pile of flesh and blood began to move faster, and something like an eye squeezed in the direction facing them.
"Hello."
It muttered.
Fernando's hair stood on end instantly, and he was sure that he had never encountered such a strange scene before.
He wanted to retreat with Jose immediately, but his body seemed to be out of control. The stench enveloped him. Fernando could only stand there blankly, staring at the strange thing.
"Nice to meet you guys, it's a nice day today."
A vertical crack appeared in the pile of flesh and blood, opening and closing, and its words became clearer.
"Oh, sorry, I forgot you can't see the Great Garden yet, and you can't feel the nice weather now."
"Sorry, I didn't mean to provoke you."
As it opened, yellow-green soup, along with extremely rotten minced meat, flowed out of its "mouth".
"I am the Corrupter. The Great and Merciful Father sent me here to spread His mercy and destroy those who disturb His dreams."
"So I'm very happy to meet you. Meeting you proves that my plan is correct."
It murmured again in a low voice.
Some flesh began to peel off from it and fell into the soup below the altar, splashing some sticky dots.
"Oh, sorry, I've been waiting for a long time. This altar can't hold up any longer."
"No, no, I'm not blaming those who built the altar for me. They are all good people. It's a pity that the loving Father can't take them all away."
The flesh and blood fell off, revealing the rotten gray core inside.
Its voice began to change pitch, becoming high-pitched—
"Anyway, it's like this. I'm happy to bring you the love of my loving father, but for now I can only bless one of you."
"Don't worry, the Father loves you all and you all have a place in His garden"
The pile of flesh and blood collapsed rapidly, and the thick soup that had decayed into liquid slowly flowed down, stirring up a pool of rotten water.
"Except for him."
The altar collapsed and there was deathly silence.
"ah!!!"
Jose's scream broke the stagnation. Fernando slowly turned his head and saw his comrade-in-arms with corrupt water constantly gushing out of the gap in his power armor.
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