"They became like this because we failed to protect them! Where did the blasphemy and heresy come from!"
"The meaning of Order of the Martyrs's existence is to spread the Emperor's love and kindness to the lost lambs! It's not like executing all unbelievers like Order of the Sacred Rose and Order of the Bloody Rose!"
"If you want to kill them! Kill me first!"
Sister Rys just stood in front of the gun and closed her eyes. The transformed person behind her was also trembling and didn't know what to do.
"I... I agree with what Sister Rys said... They are just victims, not heretics..."
There were differences among the nuns. The toughest one, Purifiers, also sighed, "Okay, Sister Rys, I have to admit that what you said makes sense... I am too nervous."
The nuns put down their guns and began to use daggers to cut up the corpse left by Wrack, so that the huge garbage would not block the entire passage. Rys turned around and asked the reformer.
"Where did you come from? What's going on with you? Is there anyone else?"
"Wow, wow, wow! Sister, please slow down, please, I have to answer one by one."
"Okay, but please be brief... we have no time to waste."
The leading reformer thought for a while, organized his words, and then answered, "We ran from the other end of this corridor. There is a built-in factory. There are still many living people hanging on string hooks, and they are sent in batches for transformation."
"We were processed people. We were hung on a hook and sent to another place for finishing. I struggled on the hook and broke my shoulder bone before I escaped."
He showed his back to Rys, and saw a pair of horrible scarlet scars that were unsightly, but there was not much blood flowing out, and instead it was beating up and down.
"Then we were hunted down by that thing, and some of us were captured. Now we are the only ones left."
"This is good news! Let's go rescue them! Bring everyone and fight to death with the damn Xenos! Instead of being treated like meat!"
"That's right!"
All the nuns responded in unison. A happy death in battle was their only wish now. The reformers looked at each other, then gritted their teeth and stamped their feet, "It is better to die for the Emperor than to live for yourself! We will follow you!"
"Very good, at least you still have a sense of shame as a human being."
"What's your name?"
"Call me Three-Eyes, sir..."
Dirty, crude, noisy, and inefficient, these were all tormenting Hesahol's nerves. He stared at the struggling animals hanging on the constantly fluttering meat hooks, and watched them being thrown into the disgusting flesh and blood mill one after another. He felt that the art he had learned and known had been tainted.
There is no beauty in this!
There is no beauty of torture! There is no beauty of sculpture! There is no beauty of magnificent miracles of flesh and blood! What is the use of Wrack and human pigs processed by this assembly line? To waste these captured slaves?
My teacher has always been a wasteful person...
A guy like him must be overthrown by himself, his most proud student, which is most in line with Commorragh's idea of sustainable torture.
Hesahol With his modified arm behind his back, he didn't want to hold on to the disgusting old railing. He silently glanced at the wailing and struggling animals in the field, and then felt that his depressed heart was slightly relieved.
Let Wrack hunt down those guys who escaped. I believe there will be results soon. If those Wrack can't even do this stupid job, they'd better fill the stove with firewood quickly.
"Huh? There's something wrong with this pheromone, there are some healthier guys..."
Hesahol sniffed gently with his nose, then looked suspiciously at the door where Wrack was chasing him, hooked the wall and railings with the long arthropod-like legs behind his back, and moved his body to the ground with his body.
He blew out a sound that was beyond human comprehension, and all the Wrack wandering around the factory gathered around him.
His side was particularly bright, and the other side was indeed extremely dark, but this did not prevent him from using his modified eyes to capture the heat signals from the distance.
A group of female monkeys... that box... is interesting...
The ribs on the chest were open, and strong muscles hung on these slender ribs, which looked like outstretched wings. The rib wings fell off and were equipped on the hands of the Haemonculi apprentice, like a lightweight shield with sharpened edges.
The female monkeys also caught his movements, and Wrack was ready to attack. Some stood behind and shot at them, while others charged forward, holding a strange homemade weapon in their hands. It looked like a dagger tied to something like a thigh bone.
"Have weapons? Those lazy idiots... Now they want me to do all these dirty work... Interns are not so oppressed..." Hesahol lowered his eyes and cursed his teacher and this Kabal idiot with hatred.
"Deal them quickly!"
At the command, those Wracks rushed out and rushed towards the attacking nuns. Two Wracks whose arms were transformed into giant Baymax bone shields stood in front of Hesahol, one on the left and one on the right, blocking the long-range firepower of the nuns.
These modified white bones are as hard as tanks and armored vehicles. The bombs just exploded on them, leaving negligible craters, and the penetration was unthinkable.
The nuns were not afraid of death and did not care about their own safety, charging towards Wrack. But these modified Wrack for security guards were completely different from the inferior goods they saw in Lorn.
It's so difficult to deal with just one capture user Wrack, not to mention that they don't even have the numerical advantage now.
Wrack ruthlessly crushed the nuns' attacks, crushing the nuns' bodies with their big feet, and tearing apart their flesh and blood with their modified beast-like claws.
"What did I think... it's such a ridiculous thing..."
Hesahol yawned boredly and curled his lips. Then he noticed the semi-finished products sneaking in in the distance and wanted to save their compatriots.
A nail shot out and nailed a half-finished head, leaving a hole dripping with brains and blood.
"Go, you two, crush those guys and feed them to the dogs."
The two bone shields Wrack got up after hearing the order and ran towards Three-Eyes and the others.
"... At least, we struggled..." Rys was knocked away by Wrack and hit the wall. She knelt on the ground, feeling the pain in her back. Next to her was Aurora, who was holding a box and had an expressionless face.
"Aurora... Are you scared?"
"Are you afraid?"
"I'm not afraid..."
"Haha..."
The unknown laughter came, making Rys think that Aurora had been frightened silly, but the next moment she was surprised to see that Aurora's appearance and body were undergoing huge changes.
A huge figure, wearing a blue-painted helmet with a golden snake on his head, Power Armour on his body are covered with scale-like Adamantium arranged on it, and those scales shine with magnificent and changeable colors under the light.
A male voice came from the helmet, which was completely different from Aurora's voice.
"I'm not afraid of... children..."
Who is this? Do you know? Do I know? What is he going to do? Does he really exist?