Chapter 698 07.697: “Wizard’s Secret Technique”

Somewhere in the catacombs.

The humid air was filled with a fishy smell mixed with humus and rusty metal.

Nine believers dressed in dark blue robes formed a neat circle.

The brass bird beaks on their masks flickered with a cold light under the faint phosphorescence; the amethyst pendants hanging from the hem of their robes collided with each other in the rhythm of their low chanting, making a crisp sound like rolling skulls, echoing in the empty tomb.

The leading apostle knocked heavily on the cracked rose window of the ritual instrument in front of him with the silver cane in his hand.

With a clang, fragments of colored glass fell like colorful tears.

At the same time, the man who was hung upside down on the beam of the dome began to twitch violently.

Blood gushed out from the deep cut on his wrist that was so deep that the bone was visible, flowing along his face that was purple due to congestion and into the groove on the top of his head.

At this moment, the naturally formed spiral lines in the depression of the skull glow with a strange indigo blue, as if telling an unknown secret.

“Knowledge is born in a place watered with blood.” The believers around the ritual altar chanted these words in unison.

In an instant, liquid blue phosphorescence seeped out from the cracks in the tomb floor tiles, flickering like countless pairs of peeping eyes.

“And the true meaning of knowledge will lead us to victory.” Their voices became louder and louder, echoing in the tomb.

The nine hanged men, as if controlled by an invisible force, suddenly let out inhuman screams.

The sound was sharp and piercing, like the sound of metal scraping, which was creepy.

Their eyeballs, under the influence of intracranial pressure, broke through their eye sockets, dragging along their slender optic nerves, and fell into the boiling magic circle below.

Suddenly, the magic circle shone brightly, and the bronze ground engraved with runes began to slowly rotate.

9 suspended cubes project geometric light, interweaving and crisscrossing like a dream.

The dazzling light was like a pair of invisible hands, peeling off the skin and flesh of the upside-down sacrifice layer by layer like peeling an orange.

The heart-wrenching screams instantly resounded throughout the entire tomb, echoing back and forth between the walls.

When the first drop of iridescent blue liquid fell into the center of the magic circle, the instrument matrix reflected a shadow on the ground.

At the same time, the thick fog became thicker with the murmuring of prayers, like a surging tide, submerging the entire tomb.

And all this was being quietly watched by a dark red gaze from above.

A black figure, hidden in the darkness, stared closely at the ceremony below through a black skull helmet.

With his other hand, he had slowly pulled out a tactical knife from behind his back and put it behind his back. The blade was flashing coldly in the dim light, as if waiting for the best opportunity to drink blood.

Boom!Boom!
Suddenly, without any warning, the ground began to tremble, like the groaning of a sleeping beast.

The pitch-black skull helmet then slowly turned towards the tall mecha that came out of the huge hallway.

This mecha is about 12 meters tall. In the eyes of the Tzeentch apostles in the ceremony, it is like a giant breaking into Lilliput, full of oppression.

The “head” of this ferocious killing machine, which contains the intelligent control center, has been transformed by heretics into a terrifying demonic face.

One hand was replaced by a huge logging saw covered in blood and flesh. The extremely long saw blade shone coldly, and the mottled blood and stinking bone and flesh residues silently expressed their hunger for all life.

In the other hand was a deflagration cannon blessed by fel energy. The muzzle was covered with sharp spikes, just like the skull of a demon. In the flames at the muzzle, it let out an evil howl.

The killing weapon moved forward steadily, followed by its attendant mechas that were advancing along the way.

These “hounds from hell” became the eyes of the Knight Mecha, scanning the surroundings vigilantly.

If the knight needs to, he can immediately take over the control of these servant mechas and turn them into his own sharp blades.

“The chosen warrior of true God!” Suddenly, a nervous yet extremely passionate voice came from the sky, breaking the tense atmosphere in the tomb.

The skull then turned its head and looked at the tall armored man who appeared out of nowhere, stepping on a flying disc as smooth as a mirror.

The fully armed armored man, wearing the Thousand Sons’ iconic Egyptian power armor, was covered with mysterious and incomprehensible inscriptions, as if telling an ancient and evil story.

The front of his helmet is long and pointed, and looks like a modified version of the Thousand Sons’ Raven helmet, which makes him look even more mysterious, like a ghost from the depths of darkness.

What’s creepy is that the hand holding the long staff is not his original arm at all, but an extra arm growing from his torso.

The arm was bare, without a single hair, slender and twisted, making one feel deeply uneasy and disgusted at a glance.

This was undoubtedly a Thousand Sons sorcerer, a foul cursed one.

The wizard opened his arms, and the magic disk carried him around the Fallen Knight’s mecha nimbly. His movements were light and ghostly.

“In the name of the true God, give him a test!” He shouted at the top of his voice, his voice echoing in the tomb, but no one knew who this “he” he was referring to.

Bang! The long staff flew out of his hand with tremendous force, falling from the sky, smashing hard into the mysterious instrument below, injecting dark blue energy.

The shadow of the mysterious instrument began to spin rapidly, getting faster and faster, and finally condensed into a sphere.

The sphere’s rotation speed reached its maximum, and a stream of energy shot upward.

This energy turned into a whirlpool in mid-air. The energy in the whirlpool was raging like a ferocious beast, pulling the upside-down sacrifice off the chains and sucking it in.

Strange whispers lingered around, along with the mist emitted by the mysterious instrument.

No matter where you are in this large tomb room, it seems as if someone is whispering in your ear. The voice is vague, but clear and audible, making your back chill.

The fog became thicker and thicker, like a heavy curtain, gradually covering the body of the knight mecha.

Until this tall killing weapon completely disappeared in the thick fog, leaving only a hazy and huge shadow.

All of this was seen by the skull hidden in the darkness.

Soon, the dark red eyes disappeared, leaving only endless darkness, as if nothing had ever happened.
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Carpathian Ground

Buzz! Hiss!

The power sword emitted a buzzing sound that decomposed the force field, like a sharp whistle, easily tearing through the flesh like cutting a thin piece of gauze.

Horatio held a bolt pistol in one hand and a power saber in the other, and walked forward quickly and carefully.

Every time he passed a corner of the trench, he looked around vigilantly, his nerves tense, like a cheetah ready to pounce.

“Da da da”, from the other side of the trench corner, there came the sound of dense and rapid footsteps, like dense drum beats.

Horatio raised his bolter instantly, and the Krieg soldiers around him also acted quickly, kneeling in an orderly row while the second row stood steadily, pointing their guns at the entrance of the passage.

The footsteps came to an abrupt halt again, and the whole world seemed to freeze.

“Military Supervisor!!” A female voice suddenly came from the other end, crisp and familiar.

Horatio breathed a sigh of relief, his tense nerves relaxed instantly, and he signaled his men to put down their guns.

“Captain!” he responded.

This is the secret code agreed upon by the 1313th and 1314th Regiments.

The footsteps sounded again, more urgent than before, like the owner’s anxious heartbeat.

“Horatio!” Farida, covered in blood and mud, led the team out from behind.

After crossing the no-man’s land and fighting a bloody battle in the trenches, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of warmth in her heart when she saw the familiar man, as if she was enveloped in the warm winter sun.

She didn’t care about the mess on both of them, she opened her arms and gave him a big hug.

The hug was full of power, conveying the joy and peace of mind of surviving the disaster.

“Have both trenches been taken?” Horatio asked quietly.

“We got it!! Captain Louise and I personally led the grenadiers to take it!” Farida jumped up excitedly.

After a while, she slowly let go of Horatio.

“Yes, Inspector Hood’s operational plan was successful.” Louise stepped forward, looking capable.

Horatio raised his hand and showed her the blood-stained trench knife he always wore. He gave Louise the arm-bumping greeting that students used to use when they were at Abridar Loyal Academy, and then said with a smile, “Look at this knife, Captain. It has helped me a lot.”

“You used it, and ‘tempered and sharpened’ it with the blood of heretics.” Louise smiled freely, and raised her hand in understanding. The two of them clapped their hands skillfully, touched the backs of their hands, and finally linked their arms together in a muscle-flexing posture.

They haven’t done this move for a long time. It is an exclusive move from Abridar Zhongsi Academy and carries their memories.

Louise quickly put away her excitement at the encounter, regained her capable demeanor, and reported: “We have captured the enemy’s combat trench, and the various units are attacking the enemy’s logistics trench and command trench.

As General Blücher had arranged, two support regiments had been dispatched from the rear to support our attack.

Other surrounding battle zones have also achieved certain breakthroughs, with a 55% offensive target achievement rate. “

“This is good news, but my concern now is that the blue mist in the sky is getting thicker and thicker.”

Horatio looked up at the unclean blue sky, frowning, and said in a low voice: “Will the knight mecha that appeared out of thin air appear again, and where will it appear?”

Just as he was thinking this, he felt his feet trembling slightly.

Ten kilometers ahead of him, a huge dark shadow vaguely appeared in the deep fog.

(End of this chapter)