The higher you go, the thinner the air becomes. Carlil could sense subtle chills in the air, they were not created by his powers, nor were they under his control.

The fiftieth floor of the minaret has no enemies, only endless darkness.

The tenacious soldiers of Harcosus vanished, but the hallways were filled with the smell of blood. The silver ground was covered with thick, sticky blood, but there were no stumps or any flesh in it, only endless blood.

Cooler's eyes narrowed slowly, and he turned his head sideways, staring into the darkness without saying a word.

A chuckle followed, and a man stepped out of the darkness, his eyes were white, his skin the color of ashes, and the dancing flames glowing blue on his forehead as he breathed.

There was a look on the man's skinny cheeks, and he bowed his head like a courtier like a courtier, and his movements were very funny, very ridiculous.

"You're very perceptive, and I hope you enjoy it." He said politely. "I've heard you like blood."

Carlil didn't answer, just slowly stretched out his right hand, and a terrible cold wind and howl rang out in the hallway. The man raised his hands unhurriedly, allowing himself to be pressed against his neck by the blade, but he did not resist.

He still maintained a disgusting ease, and even the voice revealed that he was confident at the moment.

"Carlos said that you are like a fire now, I didn't believe it originally, but it is really like this. Are you going to kill me without even listening to me? ”

The skeleton stared at him calmly, still not saying a word.

The man sighed and took a step back without complaint: "You don't have to do this at all. We're not your enemies, at least not this time. ”

"Really?" Carlil finally spoke, his voice low and twisted, like the wails of the dead drifting in the wind.

"Yes, sir." The man nodded meekly, and his all-white eyes began to change color.

A strange blue that made it impossible to keep your eyes on began to stain the eyes, and his body trembled and his flesh hissed.

"I'm here just to give you a warning, that's all."

"I don't need your warning." Carlil said. "Now, there's only one reason why I can't stop me from destroying your robbed body, and that reason isn't because I want to hear you."

The smile on the man's face stiffened for a moment, he blinked, and the strange blue color vanished: "There is no need for it, my lord, why do you bother to make so much effort to find traces of a messenger like me in the boundless vastness of the ocean? ”

Carlil didn't answer, the blue of the skeleton's empty eyes quietly changed, and the terrible black flames blurred little by little, and the crimson base loomed inside.

The man took a deep breath and finally acted no longer confident: "I finally know why Carlos would declare that it was going to disappear for a while"

"I'll find you." Carlil said calmly. "Then I'll kill you."

"Well, well, you can do whatever you want, after all, I am only a messenger, and my master does not care about such a small change." The man pretended to shrug his shoulders lightly. "But can you listen to what I'm going to say?"

"Why should I listen to your lies?"

"Ahh The man took a deep breath, and a pale smile gradually appeared on his thin face.

His form began to tremble, and something was struggling inside.

Kalil sensed this—the thing that had taken over the body was trying to bypass the veil and send a message through the mortal body.

The man opened his mouth, his teeth blackened, as if they had been burned by flames. His skin melted, flowing down like a wax figure. The flame on his forehead was still intact and pulsing, and the blue light even began to grow brighter and brighter.

And all of this was firmly bound to his body. Like he said, he's really just a messenger.

He didn't do anything other than deliver letters, even if it included a brief moment of exposure to reality.

"I am meeting a god who has not yet sat on the throne."

The melted thing fell to its knees, but its head was held high, and the radiance of fanaticism bloomed in its eyes.

"And I will speak nine truths to him myself, for which I will endure all pain, all hunting, all torment. I will become a wave in the changing future, and I will be a commentary on the merits of our Lord."

Its body began to melt, completely melting, turning into an amorphous, pulsing glow. They instinctively tried to expand outward, but they were bound by the thing's own will, and they couldn't leak it out.

It's here to deliver a letter, that's all.

In the midst of the light, a voice began to sound—the blood in the corridor began to boil, and the sudden blue flame burned all the blood at this moment.

The walls flipped to the floor, and the original silver metal suddenly turned into metal engraved with countless densely wriggling words, and the corpses of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine Harkosusians appeared in the corridor, either lying on the ground or hanging from the ceiling.

They were dead, but the mark of the dancing flame on their foreheads was so conspicuous. A chilling, empty smile was blooming on the faces of these dead men.

"Swear by my name, by the name of my lord Tzeentch, and I will no longer deceive or hide anything from him!"

The beating light screamed.

"Great vengeance, great hatred, I beg you to listen to my nine words!"

The skeleton didn't answer, just smiled lowly.

——

The Harkosuzians are screaming, they are crying, they are being invaded, and their soldiers and protectors are completely powerless about it. Conrad Coetze realized this, he savored the bitterness, but seemed indifferent.

"How's our progress?" He turned his head and asked Van Cleeff inside the Provisional Command.

The company commander handed over a datapad again, knowing that his primordial preferred to do it himself rather than have it relayed. The Lord of the Eighth Legion took the datapad and began to read it quickly.

The speed of his legion's killing was simply astonishing, and within an hour and a half of the battle, they had paralyzed most of the transportation facilities and energy equipment in the only city of Harkosus. Under the premeditated airborne attack, the local defence forces were helpless.

Not satisfied, Koz wanted to reduce the duration of the war with the fastest speed and the least amount of bloodshed, so he acquiesced to the use of some of the terror tactics that had been circulating in the Eighth Legion for a long time.

After all, it is not difficult to paralyze and then take over the broadcasting system of the Harkosus.

The Legion broadcast the enemy's cries of fear on the radio, which was so effective that within forty minutes of the broadcast, many of the Halkosuzians had chosen to surrender.

They did so even before the Eighth Legion arrived where they were.

They were terrified, and so were the civilians. The Eighth Legion didn't hurt the latter, but they could hear the entire city as well.

For now, though, there is still a problem.

According to the information sent back by Anrik Barbatos, the eighth company of the eighth company who attacked the spire with Karil Lohals, the soldiers of Harcosus are fearless and have a strong will to fight, and they also have many combat robots that are six meters high.

However, from the current situation, the other soldiers of the Eighth Legion who were fighting did not encounter the soldiers and fighting machines they said they were. Perhaps this could be explained by the statement that the inside of the spire is full of elites, but

Aren't places like energy centers and arsenals important?

Coates didn't think the Halkosuzians would be short-sighted to that point.

And, in the case of Anrique Barbatos, there was another interesting point in the information he sent back - he mentioned the religion of the Harkosus, and many of the soldiers would shout the name of Burning Fire and launch a death charge at them.

This kind of thing has never happened to other companies and squads fighting on the ground. With such a strong contradictory contrast, it is impossible to think about what is hidden behind it.

- But Konrad Coetzes is tired of these useless thoughts.

He handed the tablet back to Van Cleef, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by a voice coming from the communication channel. The voice belonged to Phil Zaloster, the Think Tank's voice hoarse in the channel, and the faint cry of begging for mercy kept coming from his side.

"Primordial, I just sensed a distinct wave of psionic energy."

"Psionic fluctuations?" Coetzes frowned. "From where did it come from?"

"Minaret." The commander of the third company replied briefly, with an affirmative voice in his voice. "Definitely from the minaret, primordial. Also, I have one more thing I would like to report. ”

"What's the matter?"

"My company and I raided an underground facility, however, there is something special about the experiments going on here."

"Just say it, Fell." Conrad Coetzes replied calmly. "We will punish them according to the laws of the Empire."

“.”

Phil Zaloster was silent for a moment before answering his primordial form, as if looking for a reasonable word.

"My lord, I'm afraid it's not a matter of punishment or not, there is an unfamiliar alien in this underground facility, and they are working with the people of Harkosus. We tortured a few of the Harkosus, and they said that these aliens were messengers of fire. ”

Conrad Coetze turned his head and made a gesture to Van Cleef, a company commander who immediately understood, and through the company's communication channel, he summoned the brothers belonging to the First Rank.

"What are they doing?" The Lord of the Eighth Legion asked again.

An experiment, or ritual, called Bringing Fire into the Body." Fair said. "I'm sure this ritual will transform humans into those aliens little by little."

"Send me the coordinates." Conrad Coetzes said calmly. "I'll be there right away with the First Company."

There is one more chapter

(End of chapter)