40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 492 10. Sinful Blood ()

Tujia must admit that he still has his doubts.

He climbed up the steps on his hands and knees. By coincidence, a gust of night wind with a strong smell of blood blew in his face, instantly quenching his attempts to breathe normal air.

Tujia coughed unbearably, his lungs rebelling against him for what he had done tonight.

If they could talk, they would probably scold Tujia angrily and ask him in confusion why he was chasing scream after scream in the night like a madman.
In fact, his entire body is doing it.

At the same time, a large amount of blood spread down the steps, soaking his hands, bringing a cold and sticky feeling. The blood had lost all warmth, just like their owner's body temperature.

Tujia tiredly climbed up the last step, touched the ground with his knees without any image, and stood up slowly while holding on to a collapsed white wall. He coughed and looked around, his throat cut by the cold itching, and then he saw corpses lying on the ground.

Ah, great, another massacre. What else could I expect?

Tujia slowly lowered his arm, and the muzzle of the gun naturally dropped to the ground.

Not far away from him, a man who had lost his helmet and an arm was lying in a pool of blood. His face was full of fear. His face was twisted into a horrible whirlpool that could not be described or described, in which all emotions were destroyed by despair. .

However, Zell did not give him this opportunity. He turned around and walked in a certain direction. At the end of the road he chose, there was a large mansion waiting quietly in the darkness.

Zell seemed to laugh, his helmet turning the chuckle into a low echo that slowly dissipated in the night wind.

The giant, whose armor was still neat and clean, was staring down at him, with his hands folded across his chest, but no trace of dust could be seen on his claws that should have been stained with blood. His posture should have shown a sense of alienation and indifference, but Tujia strangely saw a sense of expectation and patience.

A voice suddenly sounded from behind him: "You're late, investigator."

He walked towards the man and began to observe him carefully. A corpse slowly slid down from the flagpole behind him and touched the ground limply.

"Why don't you speak?" Zell asked.

But Tujia saw no signs of torture on him. The heavy armor and uniform he wore were still considered intact, if the missing arm was ignored.
Wait, how did he die? Tujia suddenly realized this problem.

Tujia hurried to catch up, his expression still looking confused. There was so much that happened tonight that he couldn't even comprehend. No matter how hard he forced himself to ignore the doubts, his reason would still whisper in his heart.

"I was simply checking your alertness."

But how is this possible?

The cause of this man's death was not that his right hand was torn off, he was frightened to death.

He frowned and was about to say something, but Zell spoke just right before he spoke, interrupting him in a very gentle tone.

"I don't see the need for this kind of testing."

Tujia's face suddenly twitched, and he controlled his body forcefully. He did not turn around, but slowly straightened his waist, acting very calm.

"You are an Astartes, Lord Zell. And I am just an ordinary investigator. Is it inappropriate for you to apply your standards to me?"

"Not soon, Lord Tujaa."

"Do you like to appear suddenly behind other people's backs?" Tujia asked slowly, and then he turned around.

"Why? Shouldn't an investigator be alert at all times?"

Tujia sighed in a most obvious way.

Tujea was stunned. For a moment, he didn't even know whether to object to an Astartes calling him lord, or to ask what the specific meaning of 'will soon be no more' was.

Tujia lowered his head and stared at the distorted face intently. After a few seconds, he came to a conclusion.

The most annoying thing was that every time he tried to think, something new would come up to prevent him from doing it. For example, Zell's appearance, his massacre, and the continuous screams one after another.

Then comes now.

Tujia suddenly stopped and covered his chest, his face becoming very ugly.

He smelled an indescribably terrible stench. He hadn't noticed it at first, until now. This terrible stench almost completely destroyed his sense of smell, and his nasal passages were completely occupied by it.

Tujia opened his mouth in pain and swallowed big mouthfuls of air, as if he was drowning. Zell turned his head silently and cast two eerie yellow lights at him.

Another voice sounded from the darkness.

"Horst said he was very interesting. Now it seems that this evaluation needs to be corrected. It seems biased to only use the word interesting to describe our investigator. What do you think, Zell?"

Zell took off his helmet and took a deep breath of air with enjoyment. He shook his head with a half-smile and said, "I think you are talking too much, my lord."

"I don't think so." As these words slowly fell to the ground, another tall shadow slowly walked out of the darkness. He also didn't wear a helmet, and his eyes were pitch black, with no trace of white in sight.

"What about the rest?"

"Trace." 'My lord' replied slowly, his eyes turning to Tujia who was still in pain.

"Tracing? Is there anything new?" Zell asked in surprise.

"Oh, we do know some things, but they are not new, my brother. It's just the bureaucrats and nobles colluding with each other, and the enemy of Chaos is secretly working. What's so surprising? When has it not been like this?"

'My lord' replied with a smile, seemingly unconcerned. He still looked at Tujia, but the investigator didn't react at all. He had fallen to his knees and was holding his neck with difficulty, trying to breathe.

He didn't hear their conversation at all, his ears were filled with a thin buzzing sound. His vision was still clear, but he was in no mood to observe them.

Tujia just wants to breathe now.

He tried with difficulty, each inhalation harder than the last. The power a person bursts out when facing life and death is difficult for them to understand. At least Tujia never felt that he was so eager for life before.
He tried again and again, but he didn't know how long it took before the ringing in his ears finally subsided, and the air he breathed was no longer full of odor, but air in the true sense. Even though it still smelled of blood, Tujia still had the urge to cry.

He fell to his knees weakly, but was immediately pulled up.

Zell's crimson prosthetic eyes gleamed in the darkness. "Are you feeling better?" he asked. Tujia looked at him for a few seconds and then nodded weakly.

Upon receiving the response, a smile appeared on Zell's pale face. He let go of his hand, allowing Tujia to try to stand on his own, but slowly raised his left hand.

"I know you have a lot of questions tonight. The investigators will look there and your questions will be answered."

Tujia reluctantly raised his head and looked along his raised left hand, his pupils shrinking sharply.

He saw a man who had lost his limbs and his face. The robe he was wearing had been completely soaked with blood and was hanging on his graceful body.
Wait, can this mutilated state really be called a beautiful body?

Tujia frowned in disbelief, wondering if he was crazy. He began to carefully observe the man who was not dead yet and was making a low cry, but once again he confirmed his conclusion.

Yes, even if he is disabled, his body can still be called beautiful.

The blood-soaked silk robe hung lightly on his body, tightly connected to his skin. The muscle lines are very clear, but the fat part is also perfect. The slightly undulating lower abdomen and stomach formed a wonderful cavity, and the blood vibrated in it. Every time the body trembled, the small blood pit would ripple.
Tujia suddenly lowered his head and began to vomit.

"Congratulations, you made it through." Zell patted his back gently in a comforting manner. "Don't take it too seriously. These guys who are addicted to sensory stimulation can only do this. They can't affect you, as long as you still believe in the emperor, or..."

He suddenly chuckled twice, took steps, and walked towards the man who was not dead yet.

Tujia raised his head uncomfortably amid his light and watery vomit. He started coughing again, and his throat was burning with pain. However, despite all the discomfort, Tujia still set his sights on Zell and that man.
At this moment, his vision suddenly blurred for a moment. This was something that had never happened before. Before he could adapt to the blur, some strange light spots appeared in his world.

Tujia blinked uncomfortably and began to wonder if there was something wrong with his eyes. Five seconds later, he completely overturned this conclusion.

No, it's not that there's something wrong with his eyesight, it's that there's something wrong with the world. Otherwise, how can we explain those illusory shadows that suddenly appear?
They all looked like children. They were all wearing white uniforms, and their expressions were full of hatred. They all stretched out their left hands and pointed at Ze, not at the man lying on the ground.

"It's him." The shadows suddenly spoke in unison. "He ate us, Investigator."

What? Tujia looked at them blankly, not understanding what was going on. The shadows looked at him. At this moment, thousands of voices sounded in unison, blasting into his mind like a heavy hammer, and then came There are many pictures, many pictures he has never experienced before.

"They lied to us. They came to the house in uniform and brought up the charity home."

A man and a woman stood in front of a wooden door, wearing clean black robes with kind smiles on their faces.

"They said the Charity House could teach us, provide us with clothes and food as long as we were willing to do things for the Moran family when we came of age but that was just a lie."

A white room filled with beds on which many children lay, seemingly dead, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Tujia instinctively took a step to get closer to them, but a burst of white light suddenly struck, obscuring his vision.

Intense pain came from the top of his head, and he let out an unbearable silent scream. The white light changed at this moment, turning into a dazzling white light and a bright, shining blade.

It slowly came closer to him, past his eyes and approaching his forehead.
The pain came, and some sounds came with it.

"Increase the anesthesia, why did she wake up?"

Tujia clenched his fists and shed tears silently in pain. He didn't know whether it was because of pain or something else.

A pair of illusory hands held his face up at this moment, easing his pain. In tears, Tujia saw a girl. Her face was unreal, except for her eyes, which were burning.

She let go, took a step back, raised her left hand again, and pointed at Chupani Moran.

"It's him." She said softly, her voice still childish.

Tujia began to gasp for air.

"It was he who licked our eye sockets and rolled our eyes away with his long tongue. It was he who chewed our teeth, tore out our throats and tore our cheeks. He ate us clean, sir, it was he He was the one who did it.”

Yes, that's him.

Tujia's hands began to tremble and he groped randomly on the ground. Seconds later, with a chill, he grabbed his gun.

Zell spoke in a low voice not far away, his voice as light as the whisper of the dead, escaping in the night wind.

"Chupani Moran." He called his name. "Do you have any repentance?"

The man didn't answer, his facial muscles were twitching. The extreme pain brought the ultimate pleasure, which destroyed the body and mind of this Chaos believer, causing him to prematurely fall into a living hell where he was unwilling to move without stimulation.

Zell nodded as expected, lifted him off the ground, and turned around.

A bullet whizzed in and penetrated Chupani Moran's head.

"Go to hell! Go to hell!" Tujia roared and stood up, continuing to pull the trigger while running towards the body that no longer showed any signs of life.

He fired all the bullets and didn't stop until Chupani Moran was reduced to a bloody mess. The firepower of Catahan MK3 may not pose any threat to enemies wearing heavy armor, but it is a real killing weapon when facing flesh and blood.
Zell let go and let the body fall to the ground. Tujia roared and rushed towards him, his right fist raised high, but it never came down.

Zell knelt down and looked at him with his head tilted.

"Look." He suddenly smiled. "That's why I say you won't be an investigator any time soon."

Tujia didn't answer, but slowly lowered his fist. After a few seconds, he finally spoke.

"There are still living children." He grabbed his hat and stood up slowly, walking towards the mansion with empty steps, murmuring incessantly. "I saw it. There are still people alive, just underground."

Zell didn't stop him, just watched him disappear into the darkness little by little. He folded his hands and shook his head towards the darkness.

"Why are you shaking your head?" the 'adult' in the darkness asked.

"Isn't the impact a bit too much for him?" Zell asked carefully.

"What do you mean? Are they the innocent souls he saw, or the children he is about to see who have found rest?"

"All of them," Zell sighed and stopped talking.

(End of this chapter)