The sound of blood dripping on the ground was so loud that it sounded like a death knell for them.
"Huh~"
The sound of blowing air floated in Night Lords's ears. He immediately turned the gun, only to find that the comrade beside him had been silently disemboweled and was kneeling on the ground without any movement at all.
"Damn it!"
The cold air rushed straight to Tianling Gai, and he opened fire at the surrounding areas where enemies might be hiding, trying to cover up the pounding of his heartbeat with the roar of Bolter.
"Have you found the enemy?"
The attention of other Night Lordss was attracted by the sound of gunfire, and they joined in the panic shooting game. Konrad Curze, hiding in the shadows, was not ashamed of the unprofessionalism of these Night Lordss. He would not show too much emotion to a few pieces of meat that were about to be dismembered.
Night Lords still remembers the importance of alternating fire, with one group of soldiers covering for another group of soldiers who were loading their weapons. Konrad Curze also got tired of their performance and slipped out of their weak point of concentration.
The sharp claws of both hands easily broke through Night Lords's armor and body, and the blade was screaming with excitement as it was bathed in blood.
More than 40 Night Lords were dismembered by Konrad Curze within two seconds, and many of their torsos fell to the ground before even savoring the feeling of being cut.
Konrad Curze stepped on the blood, holding a few hooks in his hand, slowly and ruthlessly hooked Night Lords's wounds and nailed them to the wall to feel the tearing pain.
Night Lords felt pain during Konrad Curze's movements, but no one wailed. They vaguely recognized the terrifying guy in front of them through genetic feedback.
"Hiss..." Konrad Curze came close to Night Lords and took a careful breath, "The smell of you makes me feel unhappy."
This sentence made this Night Lords so scared that he almost peed. Anyone who is an Space Marines who has achieved success in terrorist tactics has heard of the name Konrad Curze.
The terrorist methods written in the book are already effective in making people's scalp numb, so what will happen to the methods that are not written in the book by Konrad Curze?
Now they just want to die quickly, but they understand that begging for mercy will only make Konrad Curze more excited. Even if the physical pain becomes more and more unbearable, they dare not express their anger.
"Hahahaha..." Konrad Curze laughed a few times in a sunny and cheerful manner, patting Night Lords's chest hanging on the wall to comfort him as if he were meeting an old friend, "Don't be afraid, I'm just here to chat with you. I want to Your hands must be just like mine, stained with the blood of sinners and innocents." As he spoke, Konrad Curze increased his strength in his hands, which made Night Lords under him almost scream in pain, and could only respond with sweating profusely.
"Yes... we have blood on our hands..."
"But that's nothing. In this broken and damned world, it's impossible to keep your hands clean. I'm more concerned about other issues."
"Wha... what?"
"Have you tried them before execution?"
"Judgment?" Night Lords answered with some confusion.
Konrad Curze's dark eyes that were still shining with a faint light suddenly lost their luster, and a suppressed terror slowly grew in the depths of his eye sockets.
"Haha... you forgot... but it's not a big deal, it's just a double penalty." Konrad Curze patted Night Lords's helmet with a smile, and then picked up the human skin book hanging on the side of his armor.
Although there was no name written on it, the content written in ink of horror and blood was enough for Konrad Curze to recognize that this book copied his own work.
Konrad Curze showed the human-skin book in front of the trembling Night Lords, and then asked seriously, "Do you have any ideas about this book?"
Night Lords looked at each other, and then answered calmly while guessing Konrad Curze's psychology, "A master of terror and torture, anyone who has read the surface of this book can make fear his weapon."
The remaining Night Lords also praised the human skin books, and their descriptions made Konrad Curze feel tired and irritated. These damn things did not understand the fundamental purpose of Konrad Curze writing these books at all.
Then Konrad Curze began his execution. He inflicted the most cruel and inhuman punishment on these Night Lords, so that these Night Lords overcame their huge fear in extreme pain and screamed and cursed at the crazy Konrad Curze.
Konrad Curze didn't care and just said to himself, "Penalty is a means to pursue justice, not an end, and it is not your toy."
While he was busy, Konrad Curze felt an inexplicable fluctuation rising deep in Biel-Tan Craftworld. He threw a piece of muscle fiber he had just torn off on the ground and covered Night Lords's face without skin with his hand.
Konrad Curze narrowed his eyes and threw this Night Lords into his own Warp Essence with one force. The court made of torture instruments will deal with these criminals and show Konrad Curze a bloody list of names.
After a while, the place became Serenity dilapidated again, with only the strong smell of blood existing, but time will wear away this trace. Konrad Curze is hiding in the shadows, moving towards the depths of Biel-Tan Craftworld. What will happen next is in his prophecy, and only time cannot match it.
"Accelerate... accelerate... accelerate..." In the shadows, Konrad Curze whispered quietly.
"I want to make a deal with you."
An inexplicable voice bloomed in the depths of Khayon's soul. Although Imperium's Inquisitor imposed many punishments on him, making him unable to see and run, and he stayed in the cell like a bug and rotted slowly. But in order to get information from Khayon's mouth conveniently, Inquisitor was still kind. Khayon kindly kept his tongue and ears intact. This also allowed Khayon to hear many people yelling and humiliating him in the dark. They were either fanatical priests or the unsmiling Inquisitor... Sometimes Khayon would guess the appearance of the person in front of him in the dark. This kind of guessing made Khayon enjoy it very much.
Khayon was more surprised by the voice of this soul. Did Imperium find a Grey Knights mentor to judge him?
"What deal? You don't want me to throw myself into the glory of the Emperor, do you?" Khayon smiled. This is not the first time that this kind of conversation has occurred. Some priests Inquisitor will preach to Khayon, teaching that the Emperor is the only salvation for mankind.
Khayon, who has experienced Great Crusade, has a much deeper understanding of the Emperor than these ignorant mortals. He only needs to say one sentence to make these priests Inquisitor lose all reason.
"I give everything for the Emperor, and everything I do is a tribute to Loyalty of the Emperor."
"Everything you did in the name of the Emperor made him feel ashamed."