The sound of blood dripping onto the floor was deafening, like a death knell tolling for them.
"Phew~"
A breath brushed past the Night Lord's ear. He immediately swung his gun around, only to find that the battle-brother beside him had been silently disemboweled, kneeling on the ground without making a sound.
"Damn it!"
A chill shot straight to his skull. He opened fire on every area where enemies might be hiding, trying to drown out his pounding heartbeat with the roar of his bolter.
"Have you found the enemy?"
The other Night Lords were drawn by the gunfire and joined this frantic shooting game. Hidden in the shadows, Curze felt no shame at their incompetence. He would not waste much emotion on slabs of meat about to be carved apart.
The Night Lords still remembered the importance of alternating fire. Some warriors covered the others as they reloaded. Curze had grown tired of their performance and slipped out through a gap in their attention.
The claws on both hands effortlessly tore through Night Lord armor and flesh. The blades gave a faint cry of excitement as they bathed in blood.
More than forty Night Lords were dismembered by Curze within two seconds. Many of their torsos hit the ground before they could even fully register the sensation of being cut apart.
Curze stepped through the blood, holding several hooks in his hands. Slowly and mercilessly, he caught the Night Lords' wounds with them, pinning them to the wall so they could feel the agony of being torn apart.
The Night Lords suffered under Curze's hands, but not one cried out. Through the feedback of their genes, they had vaguely recognized the terrifying being before them.
"Hiss..." Curze leaned close to one Night Lord and took a careful sniff. "Your