Chapter 544 - 62. Primal Fear (End, Inhuman Things)

The crowd is shifting.

Seconds earlier, they had also secured the 'Robert Killiman' behind them, trying to physically resist the restless weapons in the hands of the Ultramarines.

And now, they are scattering in all directions.

The instigator was unmoved, just chewed heavily, and then bit off a piece of meat from the apothecary's face again. The white robe it was wearing had been completely dyed red, as had the stolen face, and in a matter of seconds, it had eaten the bottom half of Cellar's face.

And the pharmacist is not dead.

Cato Sicarius could clearly see his fingers quivering at the edge of the grenade on his belt, a tremor that was not from pain, but a sign of danger.

Half a second later, when the monster was turning its jaw at him again, Commander Idaios pulled the trigger. The decisive blast pierced through the scattered crowd and struck it in the chest with courage and rage, blasting a gaping hole.

It let out a low roar and vanished with Celal, swallowed up by a shadow.

Despite the shock, Sicarius barely straightened up, and the whole person lay on the high platform, his eyes widened in a position that he could fall at any moment, and began his job as a scout.

His search did not come to fruition for no other reason, but the scene was chaotic.

The battle brothers of the 4th Company stayed where they were like a reef, enduring the surging sea of people. Civilians who had filled almost the entire hall were scattering and fleeing. Stampedes are happening, blood and cries churning the air through the halls of civilization, leaving everything chaotic, hot, and disgusting.

Sicarius took a deep breath, and the corner of his eye caught a flash of fire at this moment. Almost instantly, he roared.

"Six o'clock, Commander Idaios!"

His voice was not very violent, but the commander and brothers of the Fourth Company undoubtedly heard him.

The silent, angry blue reef turned around in the middle of the sea, and should have opened fire, only to be stopped by a man who slammed into their formation.

That person was none other than the pharmacist Seral, and at this moment, most of his left hand had completely disappeared, his power armor had become charred black, and his entire face had been gnawed away to reveal his white bones.

With such a serious injury, he showed a terrible smile on his face after standing up.

"I hurt it." He reported to Idaios inarticulately. "A fragmentation grenade has been swallowed by it. Kill it, brother company commander. ”

"Behind you!" Sicarius roared anxiously.

His voice was out of his own force at this moment, and the bandage on his chest began to wet with blood, but Sicarius ignored it.

He watched in horror as the burning monster descended from the sky, crashed into his brothers' formation, grabbed the two fighting brothers one by one, and quickly left.

The bombs swept through it like an upside-down raindrop, turning the superficial flesh into tatters, and the two combat brothers in its hands were fighting back in their own way.

The chainsaw sword was already roaring, slicing through flesh, and the other stabbed it under its ribs with a flicked blade - but all of these injuries didn't stop it.

Sicarius suddenly remembered what Searal had said to him.

What really drives them to move and have great power is not in their bodies, but elsewhere.

The crowd screamed, trying to flee, but there were not many brave people. The courage they had shown to the Ultramarines was rapidly leaving their bodies, and it seemed ridiculous.

Twenty seconds later, a twisted, empty helmet flew from somewhere in the hall and landed at the feet of the Ultramarines, then the hands, feet, and entire bodies, but the head was missing.

The fourth company began to roar, and Idaios raised his right hand to restrain their anger, and the company commander seemed much calmer than his brothers, but this was probably only a façade.

After another twenty seconds, another corpse fell into their formation in the exact opposite direction. The skeleton was not dismembered, but the helmet and head were missing.

At the same time, a chill rose in Sicarius's back.

He turned around and saw a face covered in blood in the darkness.

"Wu'er."

The thing called him gently, but his speech was not clear, as if there was food to be swallowed.

"I need you."

A hand came at him, and it was tattered, skin and flesh boiling on the gleaming bones.

Sicarius shuddered, and his whole mind was in a violent concussion as if it had been bombarded by a missile. He didn't even realize he was roaring, and he subconsciously threw a punch at the owner of this hand.

However, he failed to hit anything except a gaping mouth.

Sicarius was about to withdraw his arm subconsciously, but the thing chuckled, and the teeth stuck in his fist snapped together like a fine steel knife, biting off Sicarius's left hand from the wrist down.

It began to chew, skillfully, flesh swept away from the bones by its tongue, fingers shattering between blood-stained teeth, and a crisp clatter.

Blood gushed out, and Sicarius covered his left hand and let out an inhuman roar at it in the pain of the severed limb.

How he wished he could have a weapon now. Whether it was a gun or a knife, as long as he could avoid the dilemma of being defenseless and let him kill this thing, he was even willing to pay with his own life.

The hand grasped him in the chaos of his thoughts.

"We're going to be back together." It said to Sicarius with pity. "Your blood will bear witness to the rise of Macurag, my son."

It opened its mouth, and Sicarius saw the remains of his left hand, stuck between its throats. And its bloodless white teeth, there was something that flickered behind its teeth, not a covetousness for flesh, but a simple evil.

At this moment, time passively slowed down, and Sicarius' eyes swept wildly, allowing him to take in everything about the inhuman thing in front of him.

The instincts of the Scout and the analytical abilities of Robert Killiman began to work together, allowing him to fix his eyes firmly on the monster's nearly fragmented upper body for a millisecond.

The fragments of the Fragment Blade were stuck in its bones, bleeding from the holes from the blasts, and broken flesh hung from the ribs on both sides of the Chainsaw Sword and the Blade.

The injury was enough to kill anyone, but it was alive. Moreover, its face does not show any signs of injury.

The chain reaction of swallowing a fragmentation grenade should have destroyed its jaw and neck at the very least, but both of them were intact, and it didn't even lose half of its teeth.

A flash of lightning streaked through Sicarius's mind, and the second second after he was caught by the monster, the lightning created a theoretical model that made his heart beat again.

Sicarius immediately put it to use.

What he did next was simple, and even a little overdone—the moment the monster bit him on the forehead, Sicarius slammed his still-intact hand into the cavity in the monster's chest.

His fingers were cut by metal shards, but that was exactly what he needed. He grasped the fragment, to be precise, with his fingers and palm, and then clenched it into a fist, carrying the fragment all the way up, like holding a sharp knife.

Flesh splattered, and Sicarius watched as his right hand burst out of the monster's chest. The metal shards were stuck in his palm, and a white, crooked vertebrae were held in his hands.

The monster leaned back in surprise, forced away from Sicarius' head due to its basic human anatomy. At the same time, the Scout's legs began to exert force.

He couldn't touch the ground anymore, but he was able to exert his power on this monster that was temporarily unstable. It was forced to fall to the edge of the platform, and with Sicarius it fell straight to the blue reef above the ground.

The sound of the wind swept past his ears, and Sicarius looked at the imaginary face with bloodshot eyes, and there was no fear or even anger in his heart, only a feeling that it should have been.

His theoretical model worked. He was content with it.

Two seconds after the fall began, he hit the ground heavily. The thing tried to escape, and the last thing Sicarius did before he fell unconscious was to hold on to that vertebra of its spine.

Four seconds after the fall, the Ultramarines dismembered it, and Idaios decapitated it with his own hands.

The pharmacist rushed in front of him and injected a tube of needle into Sicarius' thigh artery.

"Bastard boy." He cursed in a low voice, but suddenly turned his head to look at Commander Idaios. "If he were still alive, would you summon him to the Fourth Company?"

"I'll give him a promotion to adjutant in three years." Idaios replied calmly.

Celal turned his head, injected himself with a stimulant, began to inject Cicalius with clotting injections, and checked his injuries. He didn't think about himself, just checked on one side and whispered to Sicarius on the other.

"You heard it, Cato Sicarius, you will be promoted to lieutenant. Make sure you survive. ”

——

Robert Kiriman received the message from the Fourth Company twelve minutes later.

During this time, they used the church as a base to gather more than 4,000 surviving civilians and slaughtered more than a dozen 'beasts', all of which took different forms, some strong, some emaciated, and some could not speak but had learned how to use weapons

More than half of them were killed by Carlil Lohals himself—to be precise, he found them alone, killed them alone, and returned them with the corpses alone.

The victorious army was very puzzled by his existence.

And now, Kiliman is even more confused about another matter.

"You're saying that thing learned the stealth skills of the Raven Guards after eating some of Sergeant's flesh?"

"Not only that, the original." Idaios' slightly distorted voice sounded calmly on the other end of the communication channel. "If I'm to be true, then it learned our tactical thinking after eating the brains of the two brothers, Issos and Deshimir."

"If it weren't for the bravery of Scout Cato Sicarius, I'm afraid it would have made another new evolution by now. I don't think that other brothers, who knew nothing about its existence, would be able to survive the sudden attack of this thing. ”

"The specific autopsy report will be submitted to you in a few minutes, and Sergeant Sellal said he would do his best."

"Understood, it's all about safety, Idaios. As for the disposal of civilians, I hope you will refrain from acting impulsively for the time being. ”

"I'll try my best, Primitive."

Idaios hung up, and Robert Kiliman fell into deep thought. Five minutes before communicating with Idaios, he had received a report from the warband leader, Tigris Deken.

In that brief newsletter, Tigris mentions the tragic situation in the choir's meditation hall and their lost brains. The corpse of the Chief Starwhisperer Mariel was among them, she was not torn apart, but part of her brain was also eaten

The habits of the monster who committed the crime had something in common with the one who had gone on a killing spree inside the church, which was only six decks away from the Starwhisperers' quarters.

So, if Idaios' inferences about such monsters are true, then there is a psychic monster roaming the current Glory of Macurag.

Realizing this, Killiman instantly grasped the short sword at his waist, and it took a few seconds before slowly releasing it.

He looked at Karil Lohals, who was standing not far away, crouching on the ground observing the remains of a monster. The other pharmacists within the Ultramarines did the same thing.

It is foreseeable that many investigative reports will be sent to Kiliman in the future. Now, these are just theories, but the beast with psychic powers is probably the real thing.

Robert Killiman let out a slow breath of cloudy air, his face darkening behind his helmet.

Eleven hours later, the riot on the Glory of Macurag was quelled. A total of four hundred and twenty-two monsters were confirmed to have been killed, and sixteen statues of Killiman were destroyed.

The names of the victims began to be counted, as was the damage to the ship's hull. Killiman sat behind his desk and read the steady stream of reports, keenly spotting a discord in the reports on the hangar.

An old Storm Eagle and an improved version of the Skyhawk Shuttle vanished into Hangar 21 for no apparent reason, and according to log reports from inside the hangar, it was manually opened in emergency mode six hours after the riot began.

Robert Killiman was furious.

(End of chapter)