lcionline Chapter 253: Forced to betray and contact the master
Chapter 253: Forced to betray and contact the master
If I was frightened when I first met the Shoggoth Reverend, it was because I had never seen that kind of mechanical creature, but after getting to know them for a long time, those mechanical bodies didn't seem so scary anymore, and instead had a sense of futuristic technology.
Now, looking at the biomechanical master named Blood Orc in front of him, Lin Heng became nervous, even though the other party's body had also undergone mechanical and biological transformation.
However, compared with the transformation of the Mechanicus, it focuses more on both biological and technological transformation, and the mechanical transformation looks more hideous.
Different from the soft metal creations of the monastery, what the other party wanted to show was more like the essence of metal, that hard and sharp feeling.
The Blood Orcs are the Dark Eldar's biological transformation masters. Those who fall into his hands cannot die, and their souls will be tortured after death.
The spider-like sharp limbs on his back poked into the metal floor with a clanging sound. Compared with the researchers of the monastery, this guy looked more like some kind of Frankenstein, the kind that could not be restrained by any moral ethics.
After all, right now, the ones wailing under the opponent's hands were three human slaves who were sewn together, with three legs, three hands and three terrified heads, standing on three legs like an incense burner.
“Stop yelling, stop yelling, the reconstruction surgery hasn’t even reached 56% yet, if you start yelling so early, how are you going to make it through the rest of the surgery?
Okay, okay, I just didn’t give you any anesthetics. I just injected some sensation-enhancing drugs. So what’s the big deal?
The more pain you suffer now, the less obstacles you will face in the future battles. Enjoy yourself!"
As the Haemonchir spoke, he sewed together the slaves hanging on the chains and smeared some kind of mucus on their wounds.
Afterwards, the wounds swelled and grew visibly, and the blood-red scars covered each other. The three slaves were shaking all over, and the three halves of the human body that were spliced together began to deform strangely.
The roar began to become weaker as the body expanded, and the previous hoarse roar became a heretic growl that did not sound like something a human could make.
This was the first time that Lin Heng saw with his own eyes a Haemochorean, one of the three pillars of the Dark Eldar, a biochemist in charge of dark, bloody and forbidden science.
It was no wonder that he was a little scared. After all, the other party enjoyed a terrifying reputation among his own race. The warriors of this conspiracy group, even the Celestial Dragons, did not want to come into contact with the other party easily, lest they be mistakenly regarded as the product of transformation.
Otherwise, Lin Heng would not be so lucky to have the opportunity to come into contact with the Blood Orioles.
He was quite unlucky. In the beginning, his life was very comfortable. It was not as strict as other organizations where he had to train or study at certain times.
His daily time is completely in his own hands. He can do whatever he wants, shoot when he wants to, or sleep when he wants to. There is no leader to ask him to do other things.
He doesn't need to be like those black bean sprouts, who rely on abusing slaves to gain power (...). He can do it at his own pace and find a few conspiracy fighters to learn about the situation in Comoros when he has nothing to do.
After that, they would stab the other party to death and eat their brains to see if they had any deeper memories or more valuable information.
He had been going through this for several days, which had a significant impact on his spirit, and he even had a bloodthirsty feeling, which made him a little restless.
I thought I'd walk around the ship, find the armament room, go to the shooting range and shoot a few rounds to see what the standard weapons of Black Bean Sprouts were like. But then I met the Celestial Dragon.
Compared with the Space Marines, the opponent's identity is almost like a company commander of a chapter, but the number of basic soldiers under his command is much greater than that of the chapter.
After all, the conspiracy group doesn't have standards like the Codex Astartes, which states that the more people the better, so anything from 1 to is possible.
"Nigel, where have you been these past few days? I haven't even seen you go to the training ground."
On the way, one of the oncoming Trueborns said, Lin Heng immediately realized that the other party was talking about him, so he imitated the situation of the owner of the armor as much as possible and said:
"I'm tired of playing with you. Female monkeys can't handle playing with you. They're still not as good as the Laimien witches who can withstand my attacks.
What, what do you want to talk to me about?"
Although Lin Heng didn't want to say it out loud, after all, this was the only way he could hide among the crowd. If his identity was really discovered, what would be waiting for him would be absolute torture.
He didn't want to be used as a test subject for the virus, especially since he still had some drug resistance. By then, he would definitely be injected with multiple doses.
"*It, our Tianlongs are ready to take action against other leaders. What we lack most now is the Haemolings' transformation." One of the Trueborns said in a low voice.
"After all, these Blood Orcs have extremely bad tempers. Ordinary Eldar warriors are not qualified to stand in front of them. Even the Sky Dragons are nothing more than a bunch of idiots.
Even if the person on our main ship is not a high-end figure in the Haemolect Guild, he is someone that only Akarakes and that bitch Shilalake can come into contact with.
If we can get a few "remnants" and "twisted abominations" from him, it will be much easier for us to assassinate other leaders." said another.
Lin Heng nodded, but thought that this was an existence that only the top bosses could meet, so what could they do with just a few people? Could they just steal it?
Lin Heng shuddered. The memories of those conspiracy members showed that they were only afraid of the Blood Orcs. Even killing their superiors was not as scary as killing the Blood Orcs.
Strength is one thing, but the opponent's evil and terror are what make them worried. Lin Heng doesn't think he should be stupid enough to contact an existence that can make this group of lunatics so uneasy.
"Then what should we do?" Lin Heng asked.
Then the other Trueborns looked at each other, looked at him frivolously and said:
"It's up to you. After all, your father is Asdubal Victor, the lord of the dark city of Comoros, the leader of the most powerful Black Heart Conspiracy, and the absolute strongest of the Supreme Eldar."
As the name of a dark elf appeared, Lin Heng's mind also stopped thinking. City lord... leader... strong man... Lin Heng felt his legs go weak.
This...this...I only killed about 30 black bean sprouts in total, but I didn't expect that one of them turned out to be the son of the most awesome person!
How the hell is this such a coincidence? And this so-called son died too easily. According to Lin Heng's idea, shouldn't such a nobleman exist like the original body?
Even if he is not that special, he must be as powerful as a veteran or a chapter commander. What a big disaster he has caused.
"Ah... yeah, it should be okay." Lin Heng answered mechanically.
"It's okay, it will definitely work. Even if your father has thousands of sons, if he doesn't raise them after giving birth to them, they might not even recognize you when they meet.
But your father is your father, and Asturbar Victor is a famous person. I believe that the Blood Orc will definitely give you some respect."
Lin Heng breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words of a real son. He thought that he should be thankful for the Dark Eldar's way of life. If he really returned to Comoros and had to meet his so-called father, Lin Heng could not guarantee that the other party would not be able to see his situation.
An ancient race that was born hundreds of thousands of years earlier than the human empire. Even if it declined for some reason, the ancient technology and various knowledge it mastered are definitely unimaginable to humans.
Moreover, from what he knew, this guy named Victor seemed to be tens of thousands of years old. Lin Heng was terrified just by hearing about this old monster who was on the same level as the emperor, let alone being in the same room with him.
"*..It seems that I have to take this action by myself, right?"
"That's right. Even if our Tianlong leader comes, he will be transformed if he says one more word. After all, this mission was proposed by you before. Don't even think about running away. We are relying on you to kill those beasts!"
"They are bullying us, but now it's alright. On the way back home, we will take advantage of their relaxed vigilance to assassinate them and chop off all their gouba and feed them to themselves!"
Lin Heng sucked his teeth, thinking that he would have to find out the identities of his sons before taking action. After all, not all of his sons were indifferent. If some of the favored ones were killed by him, he would be in big trouble in the future.
The most important thing is that he has to assume the other party's identity and do this mission that has no clue about it. If he had known that this would happen, he would not have used this higher-level identity.
So, under the leadership of the True Sons, Lin Heng took a transport ship to the territory of the main ship, the Blood Lingren. His immediate superior, the Tianlongzhe, also arrived here.
After everyone had prepared themselves mentally for a long time, Lin Heng asked the "wreckage" guard standing at the door for instructions. After the other party asked the Blood Oriole, he signaled that he could go in.
Lin Heng looked at the "wreckage" that voluntarily underwent biomechanical transformation. This group of black bean sprouts wanted to become stronger, or they angered a certain archon, or they were a little bored with their daily lives and wanted to try something new.
So he became a servant to the Blood Orc and received his protection.
After being transformed by drugs, having its limbs split and machinery installed, it became mutated and deformed, and now wears an identical metal mask, becoming a "wreckage" that all living things cannot bear to look at.
They are far more powerful than the average Cabal warrior, and in a one-on-one fight, even a Draconian is a plaything for the other side, and it's a Dark Eldar with a reputation and a fortune that would wish to have the protection of a large amount of wreckage.
Because they don't have real strength, no one would dare to attack the products of the Blood Orcs. After all, the other party is really protective of their own children.
"master.."