40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 492 10. Sinful Blood (2)

Tujia must admit that he still has his doubts.

He climbed up the steps on his hands and knees. By coincidence, a gust of night wind with a strong smell of blood blew in his face, instantly quenching his attempts to breathe normal air.

Tujia coughed unbearably, his lungs rebelling against him for what he had done tonight.

If they could talk, they would probably scold Tujia angrily and ask him in confusion why he was chasing scream after scream in the night like a madman.

In fact, his entire body is doing it.

At the same time, a large amount of blood spread down the steps, soaking his hands, bringing a cold and sticky feeling. The blood had lost all warmth, just like their owner's body temperature.

Tujia climbed up the last step tiredly, touched the ground with his knees without any image, and stood up slowly while holding on to a collapsed white wall. He coughed and looked around, his throat cut by the cold itching, and then he saw corpses lying on the ground.

Ah, great, another massacre. What else could I expect?

Tujia slowly lowered his arm, and the muzzle of the gun naturally dropped to the ground.

Not far away from him, a man who had lost his helmet and an arm was lying in a pool of blood. His face was full of fear. His face was twisted into a horrible whirlpool that could not be described or described, in which all emotions were destroyed by despair. .

But Tujia saw no signs of torture on him. The heavy armor and uniform he wore were still intact, if the missing arm was ignored.

Wait, how did he die? Tujia suddenly realized this problem.

He walked towards the man and began to observe him carefully. A corpse slowly slid down from the flagpole behind him and touched the ground limply.

Tujia lowered his head and stared at the distorted face intently. After a few seconds, he came to a conclusion.

The cause of this man's death was not that his right hand was torn off, he was frightened to death.

But how is this possible?

A voice suddenly sounded from behind him: "You're late, investigator."

Tujia's face suddenly twitched, and he controlled his body forcefully, not turning around, but slowly straightened up, acting calm.

"Why don't you speak?" Zell asked.

"Do you like to appear suddenly behind other people's backs?" Tujia asked slowly, and then he turned around.

The giant, whose armor was still neat and clean, was staring down at him, with his hands folded across his chest, but no trace of dust could be seen on his claws that should have been stained with blood. His posture should have shown a sense of alienation and indifference, but Tujia strangely saw a sense of expectation and patience.

He frowned and was about to say something, but Zell spoke just right before he spoke, interrupting him in a very gentle tone.

"I was simply checking your alertness."

"I don't see the need for this kind of testing."

"Why? Shouldn't an investigator be alert at all times?"

Tujia sighed in a most obvious way.

"You are an Astartes, Lord Zell. And I am just an ordinary investigator. Is it inappropriate for you to apply your standards to me?"

Zell seemed to laugh, his helmet turning the chuckle into a low echo that slowly dissipated in the night wind.

"Not soon, Lord Tujaa."

Tujea was stunned. For a moment, he didn't even know whether to object to an Astartes calling him lord, or to ask what the specific meaning of the phrase 'soon will be no more' was.

However, Zell did not give him this chance. He turned around and walked in a certain direction. At the end of the road he chose, there was a large mansion waiting quietly in the darkness.

Tujia hurried to catch up, his expression still looking confused. There was so much that happened tonight that he couldn't even comprehend. No matter how hard he forced himself to ignore the doubts, his reason would still whisper in his heart.

The most annoying thing was that every time he tried to think, something new came up that prevented him from doing it. For example, Zell's appearance, his massacre, and the continuous screams one after another.

Then comes now.

Tujia suddenly stopped and covered his chest, his face becoming very ugly.

He smelled an indescribably terrible stench. He hadn't noticed it at first, until now. This terrible stench almost completely destroyed his sense of smell, and his nasal passages were completely occupied by it.

Tujia opened his mouth in pain and swallowed big mouthfuls of air, as if he was drowning. Zell turned his head silently and cast two eerie yellow lights at him.

Another voice sounded from the darkness.

"Horst said he was very interesting. Now it seems that this evaluation needs to be corrected. It seems biased to only use the word interesting to describe our investigator. What do you think, Zell?"

Zell took off his helmet and took a deep breath of air with enjoyment. He shook his head with a half-smile and said, "I think you are talking too much, my lord."

"I don't think so." As these words slowly fell to the ground, another tall shadow slowly walked out of the darkness. He also didn't wear a helmet, and his eyes were completely dark, with no trace of white in sight.

"What about the rest?"

"Tracing." The 'master' answered slowly, his eyes turned to Tujiea who was still in pain.

"Tracing? Is there anything new?" Zel asked in surprise.

"Oh, we do know some things, but they are not new, my brother. It's just that the bureaucrats and nobles collude with each other, and the Chaos enemy is secretly doing something. What's so strange? It's always like this?"

The 'master' answered with a smile, seemingly unconcerned. He still looked at Tujiea, but the investigator didn't react at all. He had already knelt on the ground, holding his neck with difficulty, trying to breathe.

He didn't hear their conversation at all, and his ears were full of a fine buzzing sound. His vision was still clear, but he was in no mood to observe them.

Tujiea just wanted to breathe now.

He tried hard, and each breath was harder than the last. The power that a person can unleash when facing life and death is something they themselves cannot understand. At least Tujiea never thought that he had such a strong desire for life.

He tried again and again, and he didn't know how long it had been before the buzzing in his ears finally subsided, and the air he breathed in was no longer full of stench, but real air. Even though it still smelled of blood, Tujiea also had an urge to cry.

He knelt on the ground powerlessly, but was immediately pulled up.

Zel's scarlet artificial eye gleamed in the darkness.

"Are you feeling better?" he asked, and Tujiea looked at him for a few seconds before nodding weakly.

Getting a response, Zel smiled on his pale face. He let go of his hand so that Tujiea could try to stand on his own, but his left hand slowly raised up.

"I know you have a lot of doubts tonight, investigator, look there, your doubts will be solved."

Tujiea barely raised his head and looked along the direction of his raised left hand, his pupils shrank sharply.

He saw a man who had lost his hands and feet and his face was peeled off. The robe he was wearing was completely soaked in blood and was hanging on his graceful body.

Wait, can this kind of incomplete state really be called a graceful body?

Tujia frowned in disbelief, wondering if he was crazy. He began to carefully observe the man who was not dead yet and was making a low cry, but once again confirmed his conclusion.

Yes, even if it was incomplete, his body could still be called beautiful.

The blood-soaked silk robe hung on his body as light as a feather, closely connected to his skin. The muscle lines were very clear, but the fat part was also perfect. The slightly undulating lower abdomen and belly formed a wonderful hollow, and the blood vibrated in it. Every time this body trembled, the small blood pit would ripple.

Tujia suddenly lowered his head and began to vomit.

"Congratulations, you made it." Zel patted his back gently as if to comfort him. "Don't worry too much. These guys who indulge in sensory stimulation are only capable of this. They can't affect you, as long as you still believe in the Emperor, or..." He suddenly chuckled twice, took a step, and walked towards the man who was not dead yet. Tujiea raised his head uncomfortably in his vomit, which was as light as water. He began to cough again, and his throat was in a burning pain. However, even if he was very uncomfortable, Tujiea still cast his eyes on Zel and the man. At this moment, his vision suddenly blurred for a moment, which had never happened before. Before he could adapt to this blur, some strange light spots appeared in his world. Tujiea blinked uncomfortably and began to doubt whether there was something wrong with his eyes. Five seconds later, he completely overturned this conclusion. No, it was not his vision that was wrong, but the world that was wrong. Otherwise, how to explain those illusory shadows that suddenly appeared? They all looked like children. They were all wearing white uniforms, their expressions were full of hatred, and they all stretched out their left hands and pointed at Zel, no, at the man lying on the ground. "It's him." The shadows suddenly spoke in unison. "He ate us, investigator."

What? Tu Jie looked at them blankly, not understanding what happened. The shadows looked at him. At this moment, thousands of voices rang out in unison, hitting his mind like a heavy hammer, and followed by many pictures, many pictures he had never experienced before.

"They lied to us. They came to the house in uniform and mentioned the charity house."

A man and a woman stood in front of a wooden door, wearing clean and tidy black robes and smiling kindly.

"They said the charity house could teach us knowledge, provide us with clothes and food, as long as we were willing to work for the Moran family when we grow up, but this was just a lie."

A white room, full of beds, many children lying on these beds, looking as if they were dead, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes.

Tu Jie took a step instinctively, wanting to get closer to them, but a burst of white light suddenly hit, blocking his vision.

Intense pain came from the top of his head, and he screamed silently in unbearable pain. The white light changed at this moment, turning into a dazzling white light and a bright, cold blade.

It slowly approached him, passed his eyes, and approached his forehead.

The pain came, and some sounds came with it.

"Increase the anesthetic, why did she wake up?"

Tujia clenched his fists and shed tears silently in pain. He didn't know whether it was because of pain or something else.

A pair of illusory hands held his face up at this moment, easing his pain. In tears, Tujia saw a girl. Her face was unreal, except for her eyes, which were burning.

She let go of her hand, took a step back, raised her left hand again, and pointed at Chupani Moran.

"It's him." She said softly, her voice still childish.

Tujia began to gasp for air.

"It's him who licks our eye sockets and rolls our eyes away with his long tongue. It's him who chews our teeth, rips out our throats, and tears our cheeks. He eats us clean, sir, it's him He was the one who did it.”

Yes, that's him.

Tujia's hands began to tremble and he groped randomly on the ground. Seconds later, with a chill, he grabbed his gun.

Zell spoke in a low voice not far away, his voice as light as the whisper of the dead, escaping in the night wind.

"Chupani Moran." He called his name. "Do you have any repentance?"

The man didn't answer, his facial muscles were twitching. The extreme pain brought the ultimate pleasure, which destroyed the body and mind of this Chaos believer, causing him to prematurely fall into a living hell where he was unwilling to move without stimulation.

Zell nodded as expected, lifted him off the ground, and turned around.

A bullet whizzed in and penetrated Chupani Moran's head.

"Go to hell! Go to hell!" Tujia roared and stood up, continuing to pull the trigger while running towards the body that no longer showed any signs of life.

He fired all the bullets and didn't stop until Chupani Moran was reduced to a bloody mess. The firepower of Catahan MK3 may not pose any threat to enemies wearing heavy armor, but it is a real killing weapon when facing flesh and blood.

Zell let go and let the body fall to the ground. Tujia roared and rushed towards him, his right fist raised high, but it never came down.

Zell knelt down and looked at him with his head tilted.

"Look." He suddenly smiled. "That's why I say you won't be an investigator any time soon."

Tujia didn't answer, but slowly lowered his fist. After a few seconds, he finally spoke.

"There are still living children." He grabbed his hat and stood up slowly, walking towards the mansion with empty steps, murmuring incessantly. "I saw it. There are still people alive, just underground."

Zell didn't stop him, just watched him disappear into the darkness little by little. He folded his hands and shook his head towards the darkness.

"Why are you shaking your head?" the 'adult' in the darkness asked.

"Isn't the impact a bit too much for him?" Zell asked carefully.

"What do you mean? Are they the innocent souls he saw, or the children he is about to see who have found rest?"

"All of them," Zell sighed and stopped talking.