Chapter 570 Interlude 88: The Messenger of Death on Sosa

Chapter 570 88. Interlude: The Messenger of Death on Sosa

Sosa is a great place, and it's burning right now.

Khalil could smell the smell very clearly. It was composed of burning cities and corpses crackling in the flames. The black smoke emitted by the war machines was one of its annotations, and the red sky was one of its annotations. The outward form in which it truly manifests.

Even people who know nothing about it can realize that war is coming the first moment they see it.

But what kind of war is this?

Khalil walked into the ruins.

He didn't parachute into Sousa the traditional way, which would have been too late for what he was trying to do, so he went straight to some less traditional methods.

There are four steps in this method.

First, find a drop warehouse.

Second, remove its hatch.

Third, find a launch hole without a drop cabin, put the hatch under your feet, and then forcibly lock the mechanical structure, causing it to make an error, and use psychic energy to rewrite the program so that it thinks that the launch hole is a ready airborne warehouse.

Fourth, prepare to land.

This is how he arrived on the surface of Sousa without paying any price. He used his spiritual energy to carefully protect his physical body that was transforming into a human body. From this aspect, he did come down in the airborne pod, but he was just a psychic version.

Other than that, there's nothing too special about it.

Ah, maybe there is, that is, the momentum of the landing is not very obvious. Compared to a burning city, his drop pod that doesn't make loud noises is nothing worth mentioning.

Because of this, he appeared quietly on the surface of Sousa, in this city whose name he didn't know.

Khalil took a deep, deep breath of the smoke-laden air and unfolded the capture net amidst the screams of the civilians.

to the greatest extent.

Two straight knives slipped out of his cuffs and were held tightly in his hands, close to his wrists, bringing a supernatural coldness.

So does he.

The piercing siren tore through everything. It was a warning of the coming war, spreading death and misfortune to the heads of all the people who lived and worked in peace and contentment.

They were then surprised to find that the ones who brought about this war were not demons or aliens, but Astartes - and not the kind of traitor Astartes they were familiar with, but a group of people wearing midnight-colored livery and well-trained people. Su, a monster that attacks quickly.

They attacked the city's energy hub first, lowered the shields, and then simultaneously attacked the power plant, various military camps, and the city defense system that did not aim their guns at them at all.

The situation was so bad, but Sousa's auxiliary army and the three companies of the Emperor's Scythe were still fighting side by side. They were tenacious and heroic, but it was difficult to achieve the desired effect.

There are two reasons.

First, they have never fought against such an enemy and are not familiar with such ruthless tactics. Moreover, the unnecessary cruelty shown by the enemy in the battle greatly damaged the morale of the auxiliary army, which made the battle line become unstable. Even more difficult to maintain.

Second, the number of enemies is several times their number.

These two factors combined make winning this war exponentially more difficult.

Tiberius Avedo of the 4th Company of the Emperor's Scythe was clearly aware of this incident. At that time, he was standing in a temporarily dug trench to avoid direct enemy fire, and two stray bullets passed through him. helmet, causing violent shocks.

He himself forcibly turned a blind eye to it and rushed to his company commander's side with anxious steps.

Consus, the "Ruthless" known as the Zerg killer, was using his sniper torch to shoot at the enemy, but he still noticed his arrival and spoke first.

"What is it, Tiberius?"

"We must retreat, my lord."

His words caused Consus to retreat behind cover and glance at him.

He then shook his head and said in his characteristic toneless tone: "Until orders are received from the Chapter Master or Planetary Governor, the mission of the Fourth Company is to defend Sotopolis."

"But we can't hold it!"

"But you have to try, Tiberius. I know what you are trying to say, and yes, we are knights of Sousa and must protect our people and their land, and the people are always more important than the land. But I am telling you, We cannot retreat."

"Why, my lord?"

"Because of that mountain."

Consus whispered, raising the gun again and gently pulling the trigger. His shot was so accurate that a flower of blood immediately bloomed from across the street.

"Mountain?" young Tiberius asked in confusion.

"Yes, Pharos Mountain - because of it, we can't retreat. Like you, I am confused about this group of traitors who suddenly appeared, but after all, I am the company commander and have the right to know something that you have no right to know. Something like that mountain.”

"It is the biggest reason why the 4th, 5th and 6th companies refused to retreat, Tiberius. But your point is also correct. We cannot hold it, so we will die here."

The Heartless retreated into cover again, replaced the magazine, and asked without raising his head: "What do you think?"

Tiberius responded with a shot and a roar.

"For Sosa!"

The Heartless laughed softly, and after dealing with the younger brother's confusion, he began to focus on shooting.

The enemy was setting fire everywhere in the city he loved, changing it beyond recognition, but the Merciless had spent the 187th year of his life here, and this was his home.

Who would not be familiar with their own home?

He raised his gun and began to move in the trench, while sketching a map in his mind.

They were on Guilliman Street 22, opposite a library and a university. The enemy's main firepower came from the high-rise teaching building in the university. They probably didn't know that there was a tunnel under the library that led directly into the university.

Through it, the Fourth Company could launch a surprise attack to reverse the current situation.

The Merciless stopped and looked up at the high-rise teaching building. He saw many bodies hanging upside down, both teachers and students, and blood covered the entire outer wall.

He had seen with his own eyes how these monsters tortured. What hung on their belts were not grenades or magazines, but cruel torture instruments such as skinning knives, boning knives and meat hooks.

Bloodstained and rusty, the rust was deliberately left to arouse greater fear and inflict greater pain.

An unparalleled rage suddenly arose in the heart of the Ruthless.

Then, a whistling sound came to his ears. It was not a sound that any vehicle could make, nor was it the sound of a shell tearing through the air, or a bullet piercing through.

The Ruthless looked back instinctively, but only saw a fleeting black shadow. His retina could not even capture its afterimage. At this moment, the clearest scene he saw was the artillery position that the auxiliary army had just set up.

The Ruthless immediately turned his head and aimed his gun at the same time, but he still did not see the real body of the thing that suddenly flashed by. He began to look for it and secretly prayed to the Emperor that it had better not be the enemy's weapon.

His prayer came true. It was indeed not the enemy's weapon, it was the source of death.

Through his scope, he saw six heads flying high across the street at the same moment, and then four at another angle - the enemy was roaring, their shooting was interrupted, and a sudden riot broke out on their position.

The Merciless moved his gun with great concentration to get a better view through the scope.

The weapon he carefully maintained did not let him down, and its automatic enemy detection system quickly marked the specific location of a group of enemies gathered behind their bunkers through heat source reactions.

Consus immediately realized that this was an opportunity, he immediately began to aim and pulled the trigger. The bullet was fired, but just before it was about to hit a traitor, something killed him.

Consus couldn't see clearly, but he was sure that something killed the guy before his bullet hit him.

His cheek twitched for this, but what followed was an almost instinctive guess: no matter what this thing was, it was helping them.

His speculation came true just like his prayer. It was indeed a helper. He showed up in just a few seconds. However, he was not anyone that Consus had imagined capable of committing such atrocities, but a slightly taller mortal.

If we ignore the corpses around him and his bloody hands, he might even be identified by Consus's scope as a civilian who needed protection and was exposed in the war zone.

The man turned around, and a cold light flashed in his dark eyes. Consus suddenly stopped moving forward. He had no evidence, but he just felt that this person was looking at him.

Then, his intuition, like his speculation and his prayer, came true again.

Consus saw his lips move. By judging from the shape of his lips, the fourth captain of the Emperor's Scythe was very sure that what this person said was: I will kill them all.

What he said was true. Just seven and a half minutes later, an enemy fell from the sky on the occupied teaching building, with broken limbs and damaged armor, and fell straight to the ground like a lifeless clone meat.

A brilliant blue light burst out from the tall building, shattering all the reinforced glass, causing all the communication equipment on the surrounding positions to fail, and also bringing a piercing scream.

Two minutes later, Consus and his company rushed in and began to search for survivors.

They were shocked to find that every corridor was filled with enemy corpses, and the deaths were extremely tragic, and no one was intact.

They finally found the teachers and students hiding in the basement of the teaching building. Consus thought they remembered this ancient tunnel and ran to take refuge, but the blood-stained vice-president denied it.

The white-haired lady told Consus and his brother in a daze that they were saved and were guided to come here.

Consus asked if the savior was wearing a black robe and holding two sharp knives. She shook her head and said it was a red robe. Behind her, other surviving teachers and students began to praise the Emperor and the messenger of death He sent.

Messenger of death?

The Merciless took a deep breath and began to report the incident. Coincidentally, similar descriptions of monsters holding sharp knives and red-robed assassins began to be reported in various places in Sotopolis.

The Emperor's Scythes later relied on these long or short reports to piece together the movement trajectory of the Death Messenger. They believed that he started his actions near the university and the library.

Nine minutes later, he moved to the administrative building four streets away, where he killed all the enemies who were killing civilians for fun in the administrative center.

Another twelve minutes later, he somehow appeared at the center of the underground transportation network in Sotopolis, and another massacre ensued.

Next came the fallen barracks, the hijacked social welfare home, and the lost second front. His footprints are all over Sotopolis, his speed is as fast as lightning, and his methods are more cruel than those traitors.

No traitor could survive after meeting him. According to the subsequent investigation, there was not even a whole body of these people. Beheading was the most common method of death, and some received special treatment.

For example, cutting off the limbs, disemboweling the body, or cutting off the legs, opening the back, taking out the spine, and letting him kneel in front of the person he killed to bleed to death.

The report was quickly sealed.

And now, the protagonist of the report, the messenger of death who is said to bring down the wrath of the God Emperor in the underground legend of Sosa, is walking into an orphanage.

His robe was covered in blood. This ordinary fabric had a certain waterproof function, but it could not withstand the horrific atrocities he had committed in the past two hours.

More than 1,700 well-trained Astartes died in his hands one by one. Khalil calculated the numbers as he calmly walked through the door of the orphanage.

There was no blood or corpses here. A hundred silent and frightened children were squatting in the hall behind their dean and priest. The portrait of the Emperor is hung behind the statue of Robert Guilliman, with a calm expression, and both father and son wear similar laurel wreaths.

A group of giants in midnight-colored armor were waiting in the shadows.

When the leader saw him coming, he took the initiative to walk out of the darkness, put down his weapon, then took off his helmet and shook his head with a complicated expression.

"Who are you?" he hissed.

As before, nothing unusual happened.

Khalil glanced at him, didn't answer, just took a deep breath.

"I'm asking you a question-"

Khalil clenched his right fist and threw a sharp knife. It dug deep into the man's armor, and members of his squad immediately raised their weapons and pointed them at the surrounding children.

"Don't fire!" shouted the giant. "Stop!"

He reached out and pulled out the sharp knife stuck on his breastplate, with the fear of passing by life and death, his eyes lit up with the light of psychic energy.

"Where are we?" he asked, holding the knife tightly.

Khalil called out his name.

"Fel Zalost lives in Sousa," he said quietly. "But you shouldn't be here."