Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Chapter 73 Killing and Distortion
I'm dead, killed by these angels in brass-colored power armor who can't help but shoot when they meet.

The bolt gun had left a hole in my chest the size of a sea bowl.

I don't know if it's because I'm not wearing armor.

The stainless steel warhead of this explosive bomb did not detonate immediately after opening a hole in my body with kinetic energy.

Instead, after penetrating my body, it flew to the back of the seat behind me, and the fuze on the warhead made a violent explosion sound after colliding with the gold seat back.

But in any case, this does not affect the coming of my death.It's just a matter of whether it's earlier or later.

My life was not terminated immediately, and the consciousness remained to watch these angels belonging to the Emperor, revealing their unknown and evil side in the divine light here.

There was no communication, no capitulation, not even a battle cry.

To be honest, I am also curious that if there is a battle cry, can the souls in their inhuman bodies be able to cry out?
Could they really convince themselves that the unilateral massacre taking place here and now was an act of allegiance to the Emperor?
Unfortunately, no, no sound at all.

Only kill calmly after careful calculation.The unhurried footsteps under the heavy power armor and the equally regular sound of bolter fire.

In fact, I am well aware of my own sins, and I also understand that although such a death is not honorable to me, it is also well deserved.

I shouldn't have accepted the gift from that rogue trader in the first place.

Although this will not affect the final result of the killing that is happening now decades later.But at least I will die full of rage.

I am not innocent, so I have no right to be angry;
My brothers were not innocent, they all participated in and witnessed that killing night;

The moment they chose to keep it a secret, they were guilty of it.

Are the upper dwellers innocent?Probably not.

They and their relatives and friends have enjoyed hundreds of years of offerings from wandering merchants. The wealth obtained through this kind of transaction that ignores the lives and deaths of the people of the empire is naturally stained with the blood of the empire on every penny.

But what about the bottom dwellers?What did they do wrong again?How innocent they are!

When I saw a tall Astartes, with the tacit approval of his commander, walk towards the power control hub next to my seat with a melta grenade, I understood the strength of their resolve.

I really don't intend to let anyone go...

I'm dead, but maybe I'm still alive... My body is dead, but my spirit lives on wrathfully.

I want revenge!By the Emperor!Can you grant me the power to vengeance?Just a little bit, even a little bit.

Or anything else can exist!As long as you are willing to answer my call!

Wandering between life and death, I seem to have really been watched by some kind of existence. My eyes have changed from the original dark blue to the gray blue after death.

But I can still see these Astartes killing.

I can even see more.I can see every death they shoot, every stampede they cause, and the soul after death.

They are drawing closer to me, gathering towards my soul.

I can still see these giants who have just finished cleaning up from the mining planet next door. On the armor wrapped and decorated with brass on their bodies, traces of subtle green are spreading towards the surroundings covertly.

In the eyes of a bystander like me, who is between life and death, the entire upper hive is covered in gray that symbolizes killing.

I can see that these ruthless giants are carrying out a predetermined destruction in a predetermined rhythm.

They don't want to leave even a shred of evidence.

Every functioning piece of equipment was destroyed, and every object that might have documented the injustice of the carnage escaped their destruction.

Among them, of course, it also includes the equipment that provides energy for the stasis force field in the banquet hall.

"No! Don't! Don't! Don't unleash that demon!" my soul cried out in vain.

I can't imagine how the liberated demon will grow after such a killing!
How to do?How to do!If that demon is unleashed, will anyone be able to stop them?

Are these angels in front of you?I'm afraid this will only give them more reasons to kill, after all, they didn't come here for salvation.

I'm running out of time!I can even hear the characteristic sigh-like pulling away sound of the stasis force field after it loses its energy supply.

How to do!What to do... No matter who it is!Please answer my prayers!Let me stop the tragedy in front of me.I beg you!I beg you……

I watched everyone in the audience, but I didn't pay attention to myself.

After I issued this prayer from the soul, I seemed to hear a sigh that may or may not exist in a trance.

Those green dust in the air began to move towards me like those dead souls.

My body, which was already dead, suddenly gave some unexpected feedback to my soul, which had been separated for a long time.

I seem to be alive, but I don't seem to be.

I live because I seem to have a sense of the body again;
I didn't live, because I suddenly realized that this body was as strange as it didn't belong to me. It was so heavy that I couldn't move even a finger.

These souls around me are still gathering towards me, and they just rushed all the way into my body and disappeared.

I can recognize some of them, men, women, old people, children...

With the influx of these souls, my control over my body seemed to become a little easier.

I see!right!All I can do is snatch the dead!The more I grab, the less it gets!
I began to actively attract the eyes of these undead.

And feeling my call, they also changed from strands to strands at the beginning.

In the end, the undead from the entire upper hive rushed towards my body under my call!

The air full of the smell of gunpowder smoke in reality suddenly started to be windless and automatic, and these countless souls in the whole hall suddenly brought a stream of air towards me!

The wave brought by the soul even began to affect reality!
Those Astartes who had finished killing and destroyed stopped their steps to go to the bottom of the hive capital.

And the command team they stayed in the hall immediately looked at me after sensing this strangeness!

But it was too late!too late! ! !

Under the interweaving of these forces, the soul in my body no longer has any human characteristics!But I don't care!
Under the distortion of my soul, my strength has become more abundant than ever!And this kind of power is also reflected in my body under the chain reaction!
My body began to visibly turn green and swell.My bones, my organs are reborn every minute and every second!Grow in singing!

Sing this lost and found life!

Sing of the hard-won vengeance!

I have finally regained control of my own body, and this time, I am stronger than ever!

I stood up staggeringly, my new body was a bit too tall, and I wasn't quite used to it yet.

But the instinct-like memory let me know the power and source I have, I shook my head, and took a deep breath in the horror of these tall and now thin enemies.

The green creeper spread from my feet with my breathing, and the plague and virus came out of my mouth, which symbolized the power of life and made me feel comfortable!

I couldn't help shouting: "Praise you, Lord of life! Praise you, Lord of corruption!"

　This chapter is...too heretical.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)