"This minaret is a medium." The light is narrated in a low and slow voice. "A medium carefully designed by our Lord. It will briefly revive your authority from this empty skin, and vengeance and hatred will sound terrible."

It snickered, its voice full of delight.

"And revenge and hatred happen to be everywhere on Harcosus One today, my lord!"

"These ignorant Harcosus have been invaded, their relatives, friends and children have died in the slaughter, and they can only tremble as the iron-clad giants carry out bloody slaughter with iron and fire in their city!"

"What a wonderful opposition!"

The glorious laughter grew louder and louder, like a creatic thunderclap. Carlil stared at it calmly, not showing the slightest fluctuation.

The flames in the skeleton's pitch-black eyes burned steadily, and even the wind blowing in the fiftieth floor of the spire could not shake them in the slightest.

The floor, walls, and ceiling inscribed with the characters began to grow brighter and brighter in the sudden wind, and the corpses staggered to their feet, kneeling down in front of Carlil, the fire mark on their foreheads turning into light at this moment.

From the blue color of the past, it turned into a black and crimson flame.

"Of course, the best part of this simple plan isn't actually here, my lord. Just as all jokes deserve a breaking point that lasts at the end, I also have a breaking point for my plans. ”

"I'm sure you've guessed what it is, right?" Radiance asked expectantly, the blue light was getting thinner and thinner, and the sound was getting quieter and quieter, as if whispering or chirping an insect.

Carlil didn't answer, and Radiance unsurprisingly chuckled again, answering his own question.

"Who else could there be but the real Harcosusians who exist underground?"

"The cursed ones who have deceived you have built a hypocritical empire, and they are the objects of hatred in it, who will be slaughtered by the legions you have brought with them, and what about the humans who collude with them? Of course they have to die! ”

"Countless ignorant people will give their lives, their blood, their hatred and their growing thirst for revenge! They will give everything to beg you to give them the power to take revenge so that this hatred can be appeased. ”

"I don't heed the pleas of aliens or traitors." Carlil said.

He raised his right hand, and the thunder flashed, and the corpses dissipated into powder, but the minaret itself was humming.

It's already started, and it's not going to stop.

"Yes, you won't."

Radiance finally burst out laughing, its voice transcending the veil for a moment, ringing in Carlil's ears as if it were substance. Arrogant, joyful, and mad.

"Of course Karil Lohals won't bother with any of the goddamn aliens' wishes, but the gods of vengeance and hatred will!"

"Of course I know that these small and stupid sacrifices are certainly not enough for you to truly ascend to God, but my plan will only take a second, my lord! One second is enough! Centuries of scheming, at all costs, from behind the curtain to connect with reality to enhance our influence on Harcosus. All just for this second! ”

The light crackled and began to burn at breakneck speed. Its time had come, the Veil had found it, and the so-called nine truths had been part of this undeceived deception from the beginning.

"The souls of the dead Harcosus will borrow that second to resurrect from the realm of the dead." The ugly monster in the light proclaimed in a low voice. "They will take their swords and armor and take revenge on those who killed them under the watchful eye of the god of fire."

"And what can you do?" It asked expectantly. "Stop the Son of the Damned and his legions from carrying out a righteous massacre of the Harkosus? This does not seem to be in line with the basic policy of the Empire. ”

"Tzeentch is on top, I didn't expect me to associate justice with slaughter. These are two completely contradictory, completely opposite words, and they seem to work well for you, don't they? How do you do that? ”

Carlil didn't answer, just slashed the blade off. The scream was fleeting, and it was almost completely killed, driven back into the darkness in embarrassment, but the laughter kept circling.

"I'll see, my lord!"

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Conrad Coetzes felt a strange sensation that came up from the bottom of his heart, cold and silent. It made him feel as if he was being pinched in his throat and his stomach was churning.

Koz knew what it was, but didn't want it to be enabled now. It can reveal a dark side of the future to him, but only with his permission.

He endured, then turned his head and looked at Fell again.

The third company commander knew what his original body was trying to do, so he raised his right hand, forcing the alien to immediately straighten up from the ground, its bones instantly snapping in its body, and its eighteen eyes blinking densely, its fear and pain obvious.

Fair's eyes lit up with blue light, and he asked again, but the alien didn't answer, just started screaming again.

The flame pattern carved between the two tentacles began to brighten up like never before, illuminating its pale blue skin and revealing everything beneath it.

Van Cleef jerked his gun up, trying to kill the alien who didn't know what he was doing, but someone was faster than him.

Conrad Coetzes vanished in the blink of an eye, and when he reappeared, he had the alien head in his hands.

Its headless body fell to the ground and began to beat like a fish out of the water, blood gushing out, making the already horrific scene even more bloody. The aliens gathered together in fear, grunting in succession.

Fell clenched his right hand in disgust, and the blue light in his eyes flashed violently.

He yelled at them, "Shut up, alien scum! ”

His words sent a deep concussion, sending them lying together in agony. Konrad Coetzes was completely indifferent to this, he turned his head indifferently, flicked his left hand, and threw the head between them. The contempt of the action is like throwing off a piece of garbage.

He looked at Fair, "What was it just doing?" ”

"It's chanting the name of their heretical god, the primordial." Fell replied. "And prayers and things like that."

"Will the prayer make the tattoo on its skin shiny?" The Lord of the Eighth Legion shook his head.

"Van Cleef, give orders for the medic and pharmacists to come and perform the autopsy, we need to understand the physiology of these aliens, the reason for their shiny tattoos, and most importantly - how they transform humans."

"Tell the solo hunting team to strengthen their vigilance, these aliens can't only have such a small number, and then contact the company commander of the eighth company."

He paused and stopped talking, and Van Cleef frowned, suddenly having an eerie delusion.

He felt like the man under the armor was gone—he had no way of knowing where that feeling came from, but he just felt like their original form wasn't here at the moment.

Even if he is standing in front of them, giving orders. Van Cleef felt that Conrad Coetzes seemed to be standing in another dimension, another distant and dark dimension.

He was vaguely aware of it, and it didn't bother him. In fact, this incident caused a cold anger to swell in the heart of the company commander.

Conrad Coetze was silent for more than a minute before speaking again, and this time, his voice had changed.

"Prepare to fire." He said.

There is no reason, no explanation, only this order for no reason. The Eighth Legion, however, immediately complied with their primordial orders.

The blaster's safety is opened, the plasma begins to warm up, and the dangerous MK2 hot melt gun is silently raised, waiting for a command, or gesture, and they are immediately fired.

Among the aliens who were intimidated by Fair's psionic abilities were the more awake ones, who screamed unpleasantly and sounded like slaughtered beasts. Conrad Coetze, on the other hand, just waited quietly.

He stood still without saying a word, a Seiko blaster pistol in his left hand, and his right hand hidden in the darkness, standing in a non-threatening posture - however, in the next second, he lunged towards the aliens.

Rushing towards the wall behind them, to be precise, suddenly cracked.

A huge gap appeared abruptly, without warning, abruptly, but premeditated. From the cracks, countless aliens with weapons in hand and armor burst out. The muzzles of their guns glowed red, and the hum of danger kept ringing out.

Conrad Coetzes didn't have an order, but neither did the Eighth Legion, they knew what they had to do.

The rain of death that had been prepared for a long time was released through their hands at this moment, and the aliens all fell like wheat harvesters, but none of the crimson balls of light they shot out could hurt Astarte-Phil Zaloster of the Eighth Legion.

After this, the commander of the third company calmly drew the sword at his waist and instantly decapitated an alien who rushed towards him. In a matter of seconds, the situation became extremely chaotic, and the cracked walls were far more than this one, countless cracks were artificially opened in the depths of this underground facility, and the long-waiting aliens rushed out in unison.

Individually, they are nothing more than a single swing of the arm or pull of the trigger for Astarte, but when they are in groups, their firepower needs to be treated with care. Phil couldn't have done everything and use psionic energy to stop so many bullets.

Van Cleef roared: "Move closer to the original!" ”

"Not necessarily." Conrad Coetze's voice sounded coldly through the communication channel. "I'm on your right hand."

The commander of the first company immediately turned his head and saw the severed arm of the stump flying high, and saw a fleeting shadow. The aliens are screaming.

The gentle, courteous Conrad Coetzes is gone, and now the man who fights alongside them is the Lord of the Eighth Legion, the killer of the killers, the assassin of the assassins.

His agility and strength were utterly devastating to the aliens who were trying to win by numbers. He was like a wind of death, and wherever it passed, it became a dead and bloody mass graveyard. Without any kindness, what he seeks is the ultimate efficiency.

Conrad Coetzes kills emotionlessly, picking up his alternate identity.

"Kill them all." He said. "Don't let any of them go."

There is also a chapter, or two.

(End of chapter)