Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 867 Chaos Fetal Sac
The people in the pit also saw the visitor directly above and in the distance.

People who were impossibly fat and bloated suddenly perked up, opened their eyes and squirmed.

It is impossible for anyone outside the Eye of Terror to be fed to such an extent and still survive, let alone perform even the slightest physical activity.

But in the Eye of Terror it couldn't be easier.

Some of them could even shed tears from their degraded eyes in the darkness, praying in this silent way that those who came here were not uninvited guests like those terrible warriors.

As for what these people are praying for...

Just death.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Locke suddenly burst into flames, picked up his bolter and fired at the bottom of the pit.

It wasn't until the remaining heat had dissipated from the smashed pieces of flesh of those men that Locke put on another magazine and roared again and fired at the bottom of the pit.

But the viciousness and distortion contained in it...are difficult to describe.

"This is how Perturabo and his bastard heirs use to replenish their ranks."

The lower bodies of these people were transformed into an expanded semi-mechanical structure.

They had already expected the shocking things they would see on this trip. After all, they were in the Eye of Terror and came to the lair of the traitorous legion.

"These people are... the materials... used to make those things..." Locke climbed up and pointed to all the bulges throughout the gear room.

He was too anxious and out of control, and took out a bag of soul stones and accidentally scattered them on the ground. Then he crawled on the ground to pick up and activate the soul stones one by one, and finally collected them again.

They had fought alongside the superhuman dozens of times, but had never seen him in his current form.

The Dark Eldar warriors looked at each other, obviously not understanding what was going on with Locke.

It’s not that what’s in front of me is so terrifying…

Standing next to these transformed people, everyone could even see people curled up inside their lower bodies.

"Chaos fetal sac..."

But seeing something like a chaotic fetal sac is a bit unexpected.

"Those women are fed until they are as tall as a hill, and then they are pulled and transformed into what we see..."

There are many tubes connected to the body, and various chemical substances are directly used to maintain the vital signs of these people.

A man who was as fat and swollen as the people in the pit before was restrained, but his body had been modified.

"What's wrong with him?" Horus looked at the Dark Eldar warriors.

"Adolescents kidnapped by the hateful Traitors are stuffed directly into the Chaos womb, and then they are gradually gestated into a Space Marine."

After the crazy attack, Locke took out an artifact based on the soul stone and began to collect the souls of the dead.

Some of those conceived within were as tall as Astartes, others were mutated and stunted, but they all looked like fetuses being conceived.

The Primarchs were surprised at what they saw.

Everyone rushed to where Locke was pointing and took a look. Even the existence of the original clone was startled.

The similar thing they thought they would see should be a method that directly uses dark power to catalyze people into warriors. Qin Mo called this the Four Gods Brushing Martian Soldiers, but only two of them, Corax and Guilliman, had ever Anyone who has played the game knows what Qin Mo means.

The method of replenishment in front of us is really amazing.

Horus looked up, his eyes meeting the Emperor who was observing them with his psychic vision. He wanted to ask the Emperor if the Iron Warriors were truly evil, or if this was just part of some kind of test.

"Shame!" Locke gritted his teeth. "If Perturabo sees this, he should be ashamed!"

Locke did not know that the cloned Perturabo was beside him.

However, Perturabo looked at everything in front of him and showed no reaction on the surface.

He was not very moved by it.

In Perturabo's view, the Iron Warriors were not originally the descendants of the fire dragon Vulcan's mother-in-law. If some civilians were killed to accomplish a purpose, the Legion would not hesitate to carry out a massacre.

After thinking about this, Perturabo felt that he should be ashamed, even as a clone.

Such vicious and twisted methods would not be possible if one's own mind was even slightly normal.

Then Perturabo thought about what this chaotic fetal sac would look like if it were realized using pure technology.

"Are these people still conscious?" Wokan walked up to Locke, squatted down and asked.

"There may be, or there may not be..." Locke seemed to be reminded and quickly ran over to check the status of each Chaos fetal sac.

Most of the Chaos Fetal Sacs have lost their self-consciousness. After all, they have probably gone crazy after being tortured like this.

But there are always exceptions to everything.

Locke found a Chaos fetal sac that was still awake, and he quickly ran over to check the situation.

The man who was made into a fetal sac looked at Locke.

Dazed, dull, begging...

Wokan stepped forward and cut off the many connections on her body. While cutting, he asked, "Can she still be saved?"

"It's hopeless." Locke shook his head. "The Star Gods came and didn't do anything, because they can't exist in a place with physical rules."

When he heard that it was hopeless, Wokan was silent for two seconds, then stretched out his hand and broke the woman's neck.

"She was grateful to you before she died." Angron said in a heavy tone.

"I know." Wokan nodded, and he saw the only fluctuation in the dull gaze that was cast on his face, a fluctuation of gratitude.

A person will suffer unimaginable hellish feelings before becoming a Chaos Fetus, and they will suffer until they are abandoned after becoming a Chaos Fetus.

Being liberated by someone unknown is already a gift that these people dare not expect.

And the soul of a chaotic fetal sac cannot be stored and sent to the residence of human souls in subspace by devices based on soul stones. The only thing Locke can do is lower his head and mourn for these miserable people.

Horus also felt sad, but he noticed more that Locke cared particularly about the deplorables used by these hateful traitors.

The four Dark Eldar warriors noticed Locke's silence and the sad atmosphere at the scene. They looked at each other and then lowered their heads in silence.

"May their...their souls return to the Golden Throne." A Dark Eldar warrior said, "May they become servants of the Emperor in the religious world of the empire, or battle nuns or something like that in the next life."

As soon as he finished speaking, the four spirit tribes became the focus of everyone's attention.

But these glances were not friendly.

The four Dark Eldar just imitated Locke and mourned for mankind. They had no ill intentions and were not troubled.

In silence, Vulcan burned everything here with a flamethrower, and then everyone moved on.

(End of this chapter)