Chapter 245 Interlude. Nightmare Convulsion (2-in-1)
"Crack."
The buzzing sound that made him want to vomit was getting closer and closer. A sour smell that made him want to cry lingered on the tip of his nose. His muscles were rotting and he could not move. .
The corridors of the Endurance were lit with a warm, but strangely dim, dark orange light, just like the last dying ray of sunlight at dusk.
Spores and bugs danced under the teasing light.
He lay silently on a pile of soft flesh and blood. These warm and elastic biological tissues grew out of thin air from the floor of the Endurance.
Before he fell, or did he ever stand? Everything on the ship became fertile, no longer so cold, but with a strange sense of life.
His thoughts became blurry, but his perception was magnified to the extreme, like those densely packed small bugs on the wall next to the kitchen garbage.
He could hear the breathing of this mass of flesh and blood, the rustling sounds of growth, as they climbed inward along the gaps in the power armor, overflowing with smelly corrosive mucus.
The power armor was rotting and rusting, its rivets creaking slowly as it cocked with incredible force.
The unbearable sound got closer, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a large group of flies flying over. They hit his power armor randomly, making a crackling sound.
They came in along the respiratory tract, and the buzzing sound echoed in the power armor. They crowded and crawled against his face, squirming into his mouth, nose, mouth
and esophagus, and were filled with an unbearable tingling sensation. Flies with black eyes crawled all over his stomach, the feeling of their wings scraping against the mucous membrane, and the sharp spines on their tentacles digging shallowly into the flesh.
No. No.
His thoughts were filled with tired and weak resistance, and his thoughts became heavy. He couldn't even bring up the anger. He tried to struggle, but it spasmed in vain - the
muscles had atrophied and turned into something. The slimy tissue fluid was trapped in the skin instead of seeping out.
No. Bear with it, insist on giving him an order, don't let him exist meaninglessly anymore. Give him an enemy. Or eliminate his existence.
Dim.
His vision darkened, and he felt a black liquid float up.
The originally bright corridor began to darken, and a light suddenly went out, then struggled to light up, but even if it lit up, it was as if it had gone out.
The whisper of darkness spread along the corridor and along the edge of his sight, like rapidly growing blood vessels, stirring -
but it did not give him a feeling of life. Although darkness is the fastest moving thing, it is not biology.
After only a moment, darkness quickly grew before his eyes, his pupils tightened, and an innate sense of fear gripped him tightly, and an even more complete sense of powerlessness attacked him.
But he was also aware that other beings were also afraid of the darkness, those beings in his stomach, on his skin, and between his cells. He heard those small screams.
It's not an unacceptable fact if we die together.
So he took a deep breath as far as he could (although he felt nothing but flies), closed his eyes, and sank peacefully into the dark nothingness. The
water of the Styx enveloped him, sinking, sinking. He sank to the bottom of the river where even bubbles could not reach it, where thick and heavy darkness was waiting for him.
Dark, but there is light.
He opened his eyes and saw the ceiling of the Endurance staring back at him silently.
Neat, smooth, no rust, and sticky bushes.
As he lay on his bed, the world felt dizzy.
He moved his gaze forward, and saw a man sitting beside his bed, holding a command board in one hand, and writing on the command board with the other hand, seemingly unaware that he was awake.
Through previous training and weak memory, he recognized the commander of the Death Guard.
In the dark and dry room, the faint blue of the command board reflected on the commander's pale hair and skin, depicting a pensive expression - only then did he realize that the
commander of the Death Guard was quite handsome and young.
Such a young man is a commander? He originally thought that the commander would be an older and boring existence.
But no matter what, the commander's appearance, although it was strange, still provided him with a sense of stability, which was a signal of safety.
He blinked, and his dull brain began to work. He tried to struggle to sit up, which surprised the commander sitting beside his bed - "
Hey, you're awake, are you okay?"
the commander said casually. Putting down the board in his hand, he turned his head and asked him about his situation with a smile, and stretched out a hand to help him stand up.
His words contained a very relaxed and natural tone, but they were not frivolous. He sounded as if he was sure of everything.
It was rare, especially on the Death Guard, for the commander to be the first to speak to him in such a tone.
He. He is a standard Death Guard, so he responds to the commander with silence.
If he's an Ultramarine, he'll probably say he's fine and ask about his dream; if he's an Imperial Fist, he'll recount it in detail; if he's a Space Wolves, he'll purr threateningly. Swear words.
But he was neither, he was a Death Guard, so he was silent.
He couldn't respond by saying he was okay, in fact, terrible, but he couldn't say bad, because the nature of the Death Guard prevented him from saying that, and that was a sign of vulnerability.
So he stared at the commander in silence, not knowing what to say.
It wasn't until the commander turned his head that he saw that the other half of the commander was a mechanical brain. A deep scar ran through the left half of his face, and the mechanical prosthetic eye above shone with a scarlet and dangerous light.
As if he had expected his response, the commander shrugged indifferently, and the mechanical arm behind him stretched out, with a cup on it, "It's
good to wake up. Do you need some water?"
He nodded slowly, After swallowing subconsciously, he realized that his throat was dry and uncomfortable, as if a fly had actually crawled over it.
The touch of water on his lips further awakened his thoughts. Was he still dreaming?
It all still seemed so unreal, about the time when he woke up from a nightmare and found the commander sitting next to the bed, he even handed him a glass of water.
Seeing that he had recovered from the nightmare, the commander scratched his head and spoke again,
"Forget it. I don't expect you to speak first. Do you have anything to ask?"
You? He keenly grasped the information revealed in the commander's words.
But he won't ask that.
"Commander, why are you here?"
The commander blinked in surprise, then waved his hand cheerfully and said,
"Don't call me that, just call me Hades."
"Well, it seems you haven't realized what you just experienced."
Hades looked at him seriously,
"What did you see in your dream? Don't be burdened, just tell me."
"The rotten Endurance, the fly , a lot of moss."
He tried to recall the memories from the painful nightmare, while Hades listened and nodded from time to time, as if he had known this would be the case.
"Finally, there was darkness. A feeling of powerlessness was very uncomfortable. It made me feel a strong sense of discomfort. It disgusted me more than flies and slime. But I think it made me wake up." Hades was stunned
. After a moment, he gave a slightly embarrassed smile,
"Ah, that's my anti-psionic field."
He looked at Hades in surprise, not realizing what he had just said in front of Hades,
"You Did you help me?"
Hades nodded,
"What you just experienced is not an ordinary nightmare, this is what most of the Death Guard will experience." "
A trial."
In fact, after successfully completing the interstellar After the soldier's surgery and within 49 days of the official start of training, some Death Guard recruits will have nightmares.
——In other words, experiencing the illusion they once experienced.
Some people can wake up on their own, while others will fall into a deeper and more realistic nightmare and find it difficult to wake up on their own.
At the same time, some soldiers will be confused and confused after waking up. At this time, they need a spiritual guide.
Little do these new recruits know that after they go to bed, other departments of the Death Guard are busy.
In the corridor outside the lounge, the soulless men of Ling Company were guarding, the tombkeepers and pharmacists were all on alert, and the legion commander and commander were patrolling throughout to guard against unexpected situations.
After Hades' training, the superficial nightmares of ordinary recruits can be safely handled by the Gravekeeper, and the deeper nightmares can also be handled by the partnership of the Soulless and the Gravekeeper.
But anyway, they are still "relatively" free, so Hades and Mortarion are not idle either, helping to share the pressure of the tombkeepers, and also to grasp the situation of this new recruit.
Although Hades had a reasonable suspicion that Mortarion just wanted to play with the recruits, caring for and enlightening the frightened recruits, this was better than staring at a few resentful clerks in a dark office.
Of course, Hades is untouchable, and he has to be present at such scenes. Compared to Mortarion, his appearance is more reasonable.
"So. What is it?"
"If it's not a nightmare, Lord Hades?"
Hades waved his hand,
"Don't call me Lord, just Hades."
"Then" "
What do you think it is?"
Unexpected words, he was asked back, and he could feel Hades waiting patiently for his answer -
but what was it?
The weird picture made him feel suffocated and desperate. What was it?
Momentarily speechless.
But. He looked at Hades and realized that everything just didn't happen, was unreal, and only existed in his mind for a moment.
He's still here, on the Endurance, and he even has a commander who cares about him.
He has strong muscles and clear vocal cords. There is no rot or stench. He still has the strength to resist and fight.
"Maybe. Maybe that's a nightmare, for me."
He saw Hades raised his eyebrows in surprise,
"It's just a nightmare. Yes, it's a good answer."
So far, Hades has received Answers like "illusion", "fate", "future".
But it's just a nightmare. Hades smiled cheerfully,
"Yes, it's just a nightmare, just a dream." The
beautiful answer is that it is a dream. No matter how many hints are given, at this point, This is a dream that didn't happen.
Hades patted him on the shoulder with a [you know] smile on his face,
"This is the most refreshing answer I have ever heard. To be able to say this kind of answer. I don't think you need me to say anything more." What's wrong?"
He was stuck for a moment, and then without thinking,
"No, it's necessary."
This sentence brought Hades back, who was about to leave just now,
"Huh?"
This was Hades' first question. Once I heard someone asked to feed myself chicken soup,
"No, no - that's not what I mean, my lord, no, Lord Hades, no, no, Hades, I mean, I still don't feel right."
?
"Even though I woke up, I still feel that something is not right. It seems that my room is a little weird and tilted?" "
Ah, this."
Hades looked away silently. He originally wanted to directly As he was running, he was discovered unexpectedly.
Yes, that's right. He collapsed the soldier's bed.
Although the Space Marine's bed was made of solid alloy, Hades silently stared at the foot of the bed he just sat on. A crack was clearly glaring.
This was so embarrassing. Yes, he originally planned to frame this incident directly on this recruit.
"Ahem. Actually, listen to me."
Hades explained seriously,
"The Space Marine's bed can't bear the weight of two people. Your bed has a crack. Just go find a mortal servant to replace it tomorrow." ."
He was silent, slowly bent over, and glanced at his bed.
The semi-solid alloy bed had a crack at one corner of the rectangular shape, and it looked like it had cracked quite a bit under the pressure of the weight.
Hades was silent, he was silent.
Silence is Cambridge tonight.
Hades felt like his hair was about to explode. He had a reputation as a warrior in this life. He
seemed to be aware of Hades's despair and his determination to defend the so-called majesty that did not exist. He slowly said,
"Okay. "My lord."
"Don't worry, I won't say it was you who did it."
After receiving a positive answer, Hades immediately ran away from this embarrassing place.
Looking at the back of Hades running away in an instant, he realized. Is this the commander of the Death Guard?
An existence that spontaneously makes people respect, but does not feel dull and depressing. But what makes him regretful is that the commander is not directly involved in the actions of ordinary sergeants. What Hades doesn't know is that in the future,
if the management of the Death Guard If you make a statistics at the top level, you will find that all the recruits who were visited by Hades during the trial basically entered the management team.
"There are 59 people in total tonight, and 3 of them are in deep convulsions."
In the dark and long corridor, Mortarion listened to Gallo's report in silence, and then the original body nodded, signaling the end of tonight's work.
With half a standard Terra left, it would be time for these new recruits to wake up. Those who had a dreamless night would naturally not know what happened during the night.
Mortarion watched the Soulless Ones and Apothecaries retreat in an orderly and rapid manner, leaving the Gravekeeper responsible for the daily training of the new recruits. The file review and approval in the channel had already begun to enter the urgent ring, and the Primarch had to take a big step. He left along the corridor and headed to the office.
The original body was in a good mood. It was indeed a meaningful and worthwhile thing to enlighten the confused hearts of the new recruits and point them to the path of the future legion.
To light up the heart of a heir, how -
"Hey, Mortarion, I said, hey!"
Mortarion reluctantly pulled his thoughts out of memories and turned to look at Hades,
"?"
"How much do you weigh? Are you heavier than me?"
Mortarion turned his head back speechlessly and continued to recall his conversation with the awakened heirs.
"No, Mortarion, how did you talk to them? Standing and sitting Standing?"
"You're asking a stupid question, Hades. There's no way the Space Marine chamber would allow me to stand - and besides, standing is not a good posture for conversation."
Mortarion was used to it. No, all Death Guard management were accustomed to Hades asking meaningless questions or starting meaningless conversations.
"Yes, then where do you sit?"
"On the ground, sometimes on the bed."
With the height of the original body, sitting on the bed would be an uncomfortable thing, but sometimes, Mortarion really didn't want to sit. On the ground -
the original body, which always pursues simplicity, does not want the servitor to go to all the trouble of dragging a chair in. It is too troublesome and useless.
Hades said sadly,
"I remember that the weight of the Death Guard's standard bed can't support a original body, right?"
Mortarion's walking footsteps suddenly stopped for a moment, and then the voice of gloating rang out,
" Let me guess, Hades."
Mortarion stopped talking, and the original body opened the channel without any hurry,
"Vox, please pay attention to the material repair reports in the past few days. If any Death Guards report for replacement, Bed body, remember to inform me."
Although Vox on the other end of the channel didn't know what Mortarion was talking about, he still answered dutifully,
"Okay, sir."
"Hades, I didn't expect that - which one did you put? The poor child's bed was broken?"
"That's not the case! Am I, Hades, the one who did such evil things?! Mortarion, don't slander the innocence of my noble Death Guard commander! I I strongly condemn your unjust and immoral slander—" "
Today you help me sort out Drouen's reporting documents, and I don't know anything."
"Deal."
The next day, the recruits were forever I don’t know why the original body, which was not in the training plan, suddenly chose to train in person. I don’t know why the original body is in a good mood, and even has the daily task of training the Hades.
In contrast, there was the resentful sound of death coming from the office.
Of course, Hades did not gain anything. He had been too lazy to change his bed. He received a gift from Mortarion. The original body ordered that the broken bed be replaced with his original bed-two large metal blocks. , welded them together and built him a new bed.
As for the new bed, it naturally retains the crack.
So Hades slept with the burning rage of wanting to kill the original body every night, and successfully maintained a high fighting spirit in daily training.
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[No update tomorrow, 7.1 will be updated again, but the time may be abnormal. 】
Well, I was originally going to update the main plot today, but after the exam, it was too e-y and I couldn’t have fun, so I coded the interlude first, and wrote about Nurgle healing my heart [Interlude] or [Act] Interlude] This is something I got from other Hammer writers. From now on, this kind of stuff will be written in interludes. Is it considered a daily and semi-daily thing? The guide to Mars from last time should also be thrown into the interlude
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