The people in the pit also saw the comer in the distance directly above.

The people who were incredibly fat and swollen suddenly came to their senses, opened their eyes and squirmed.

It is impossible for someone outside of the Eye of Fear to survive to such an extent as fed, let alone engage in light physical activity.

But within the Eye of Fear it couldn't be simpler.

Even some of them, whose eyes had faded in the dark, could still shed tears, and in this silent way they prayed to the uninvited guests who had come here, not those terrible warriors.

As for what these people are praying for......

Death only.

"Ahh

Locke suddenly erupted, picked up a blaster and fired at the bottom of the pit.

It wasn't until the shattered pieces of flesh had dissipated the heat that Locke switched to another magazine and roared again to shoot at the bottom of the pit.

After a frenzied attack, Locke took out an artifact based on a modified soul stone and began collecting the souls of the dead.

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

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

The Dark Eldar warriors looked at each other, apparently unsure of what was going on with Locke.

They had fought alongside the super-human dozens of times, but had yet to see him as he was now.

"These people are...... Is it material...... The ...... used to make those things" Locke got up and pointed to all the bulges in the entire gear room.

Everyone rushed to the place where Locke pointed and took a look, even if it was a clone like that, they were shocked.

It's not that what is in front of you is terrifying......

It's the viciousness, the twist that lies within...... It's hard to put into words.

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

There are many tubes attached to the body, and various chemicals are used directly to maintain the vital signs of these people.

The lower half of these people's bodies has been transformed into a swollen semi-mechanical structure.

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

Some of the people conceived in it are as tall as Astarte, others are mutated and stunted, but they all look like conceived fetuses.

"Chaos Fetal Sac ......"

"The women are fed to be as tall as a hill and then pulled to transform into what we see......"

"Teenagers who have been captive by the hateful traitors are stuffed directly into the fetal sac of Chaos, and then they are gradually conceived as a space marine."

"That's what Perturabo and his bastards use to fill the staff."

The clones were amazed at what they saw.

They had long expected the shocking things they would see on this trip, after all, they were in the eye of fear, and they had come to the lair of the traitor army.

But it's still a little unexpected to see such a thing as a chaotic fetal sac.

They thought that something similar to what they would see should be a means of directly catalyzing people into warriors with dark power, Qin Mo called this called the Four Gods Brush Martians, but only Corax and Killman, who had played the game, knew what Qin Mo meant.

The means of replenishing personnel in front of him are really amazing.

Horus looked up, his gaze opposite that of the emperor who was looking at them with his psionic vision.

He wanted to ask the Emperor if this was if the Iron Warriors were really so vicious, or if it was just some kind of test.

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

Unbeknownst to Locke, the cloned Perturabo was beside him.

However, Peturabo looked at everything in front of him, and there was no reaction on the surface, on the surface.

He wasn't much moved.

In Perturabo's opinion, the Iron Warriors were not originally the heirs of the original body of the fire dragon Wokan's mother-in-law, and if they wanted to kill some civilians in order to accomplish a goal, the legion would not hesitate to slaughter them.

Thinking about this, Perturabo felt that he really should be ashamed, even as a clone.

Such a vicious and distorted method, as long as one's own ontological brain is a little normal, it will not be.

Then Perturabo thought about what this chaotic fetus would be like if it were implemented with pure technology.

"Are these people still conscious?" Wokan walked up to Locke and crouched down to ask.

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

Most of the chaotic fetal sacs have lost their sense of self, after all, they have probably gone crazy for a long time to be tossed like this.

But there are always exceptions.

Locke spotted a Chaos fetal sac still awake, and he hurried over to check on the situation.

The gaze of the man who had been made into a fetal sac looked at Locke.

Dazed, wooden, begging......

Wokan stepped forward and cut the many connections on her body, and asked as he cut them, "Is she still saved?" ”

"It's hopeless." Locke shook his head, "The Star Gods didn't have a trick when they came, because none of them could exist in a place where there were physical rules. ”

Hearing that there was no help, Wokan was silent for two seconds, and reached out to break 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 wooden gaze that had been cast on his face, a fluctuation of gratitude.

A person suffers unimaginably hellish feelings before becoming a chaotic fetal sac, and after becoming a fetal sac, they suffer until they are abandoned.

Being liberated by someone who doesn't know is already a gift that these people dare not hope for.

And the soul of a chaotic fetal sac cannot be stored and sent into the human soul dwelling in subspace by a soul stone-based device, and the only thing Locke can do is bow his head and mourn in silence for these miserable people.

Horus was equally sad, but he noticed more that Locke cared about the deplorables used by these abominable traitors.

The four Dark Spirit warriors noticed Locke's silence and the mournful atmosphere of the scene, and they also lowered their heads in silence after looking at each other.

"May they ...... Their souls return to the Golden Throne. One of the Dark Spirit warriors said, "In the next life, you will be a servant of the human emperor of the religious world of the Empire, or a battle nun or something." ”

As soon as the words fell, the four spirit clans became the focus of everyone's attention.

It's just that these gazes are not friendly.

The four dark spirits just learned Locke's silent mourning for humanity, and they were not malicious and were not troubled.

In silence, Wokan burned everything to the place with a flamethrower, and the group moved on.

(End of chapter)

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