The people in the deep pit also saw the arrivals far above them.
Those unbelievably fat, swollen people suddenly stirred. They opened their eyes and began to squirm.
Outside the Eye of Terror, no one could have been fed to such a state and still survived, much less made even the slightest movements.
But within the Eye of Terror, it was nothing extraordinary.
Some of them could even shed tears from eyes that had long since degenerated in the darkness, silently pleading with these unexpected visitors—who were not the terrifying warriors—to grant them something.
As for what they were pleading for...
Death. Nothing more.
"Aaaaaah!"
Locke suddenly erupted, raising his Bolter and spraying the bottom of the pit.
Only after even the fragments of flesh left by those people had gone cold did Locke reload and, roaring again, spray the pit floor with gunfire.
After the frenzied assault, Locke took out a device modified from soulstones and began gathering the souls of the dead.
He was too frantic, too out of control. After pulling out a pouch of soulstones, he accidentally scattered them across the ground. Then he crawled around, picking them up one by one and activating them before collecting them again.
"What happened to him?" Horus looked toward the Dark Eldar warriors.
The Dark Eldar warriors exchanged glances. Clearly, they did not understand what was wrong with Locke either.
They had fought beside this superhuman dozens of times, but they had never seen him like this.
"These people are... materials... used to make those things..." Locke got to his feet and pointed at every raised structure in the gear-shaped chamber.
Everyone hurried over to inspect where Locke had pointed. Even the clone Primarchs were startled by what they saw.
It was not that the sight itself was particularly