God Emperor's Angel of Death

Chapter 292

The atmosphere at night was very strange.

Eric stood on the east wall of the fortress, staring at the jungle.

He had been standing there for half an hour, trying to find out what bothered him.

Darkness not only covers the ground, but also the sky, as if the stars had disappeared.

When he realized that someone was faintly visible on his right, he turned and saw a tall figure striding forward.

That's an astat in Terminator armor.

As he walked, it seemed that the whole parapet trembled. If a soldier's request was strength and reason, he would have both.

Eric felt more and more that the night was unusual.

"Political commissar Eric."

Soshyang greeted him.

"Good evening, my Lord."

He originally wanted to talk with Eric about the handling of some post-war problems and his personal arrangements for Eric - let him leave the battlefield as much as possible at the end of the war.

But when he came to the other side, he felt a thin energy surrounding the young political commissar.

Soshyan immediately judged that there must have been some psionic visions on the other side - which was not a good sign.

Many soldiers infected with chaos will feel psychic visions, such as vision or hearing, before going crazy, and the will of mortals can't resist these visions most of the time.

"What are you looking at? Is it convenient to reveal it?"

Eric carefully chose his reply out of responsibility rather than evasion.

He would neither hide from the great soldier who had saved himself, nor equivocate - he was fighting a frustrating ambiguity.

"I'm not sure."

He tried to organize the right language.

"There's a smell in the air that I can't recognize."

"We are on a wet planet. Considering the richness of life, it is not surprising that some smells and flavors are mixed, even for us."

"Are you going through the same thing, commander Soshi yangzhan?"

"My perception is different from most people."

Soshyang said without hesitation, as if it was an ordinary thing.

Eric hesitated for a moment and then decided on his less acceptable explanation.

"There is a smell of blood in the air."

"Of course, we have all witnessed the cruelty of this planet."

"But there's something under the smell of blood that I've never met before."

Soshyang was silent for a moment. Then he said:

"Describe it"

"I wish I could."

Eric closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the stench of the night.

"This smell has no meaning."

He then stopped again.

What am I talking about? That's wrong.

Eric had doubts about his senses in his heart. He seemed a little suspicious since he left the battlefield. This is not a good sign.

What's next? Apart from blood, but it has something to do with it. It does taste and taste

Suddenly, he broke through the disguise of his senses and fell into an impossible abyss.

"It tastes like a shadow."

Eric gasped and shadows filled his throat.

He tried to expel them by coughing, and he couldn't get rid of the idea.

"Are you okay?"

Eric could hardly hear him.

"I feel the smell of death."

He didn't know if he spoke loudly.

Shadows and whispers pervade the whole world. They exist in a hell full of fragrance. What else is struggling in the smoke close to the shadow. We can't see what shapes them or their shapes.

Because Eric didn't actually hear the whispers and couldn't understand them.

He was only aware of the outline of the language and the malice and stench in the language - which could not be understood by any reason.

It lingered outside his consciousness.

There is a shape that sounds like the laughter of prey and the scream of the planet.

When his knees began to bend, soshyan put his arm on his arm.

There was a strange hum around him, as if it had been made by his own body - and it kept repeating something.

After a while, Eric realized that it was his own name.

When he realized that he seemed to have become a little abnormal, the enthusiasm and fearlessness on the battlefield returned to his body like sunshine.

Reality became reliable again, and his senses corrected himself so that he could straighten his waist.

"I don't know what happened --"

Eric muttered.

"I'm not a psychic"

Soshyan fixed his eyes on him. After a long time, he didn't speak until Eric had some hair on his neck:

"Think clearly where we are now, political commissar. The barrier between reality and sub space is very thin here. We can't be surprised by the impact of sub space invasion, but it would be a pity if we give in."

"I won't give in! But it's not just hallucinations, whispers..."

Soshyan immediately interrupted him.

"Without whispering, I didn't hear anything... Eric, you have withstood the test on the battlefield. I believe your loyalty to the emperor and the empire is very firm. Since I met you, all mortals have shown signs of shaking, except you. I believe this is a revelation."

I'm not as great as you think, Mr. commander Zhan.

Eric sighed to himself.

But then he abandoned those ideas.

Soshyan was right. His reaction was like those who wavered, but he knew clearly that he would not waver.

Perhaps more specifically, this should be uneasiness, or some kind of hunch?

No whispers.

Eric lowered his head, there was no shadow under his tongue, and most importantly - nothing evil happened here.

"Maybe you're nervous about the presence of the judge."

Soshyan suddenly changed his subject.

"But I'll make sure you're okay."

Eric looked up. He heard something else from the passage.

In fact, as a political commissar, he is not unaware of the current situation. After encountering such terror, how can their results be better?

It's just that Eric doesn't want to think about these things.

"My Lord -"

He had just begun to say two words when someone began to scream.

"What --"

For a time private Arthur thought the scream was his own.

His mouth was still open, his hands were on his ears, and his eyes were closed in the dark.

But he could still feel the rustle of a million insects, and the filth and words shaped by the breath of his lips - there would be screams of course.

But on closer examination, the voice was not his.

His throat was tightly locked by almost invisible fear.

Arthur felt a sight moving away from him. It was no more important than an idea. Maybe that was all.

But an idea can be very dangerous. It is thought and other things that make him unable to move.

The thought ran through his body like a claw and made his heart cold.

This is not his idea, nor anyone's idea, but it comes from something that clearly knows the desires and fears in men and women, the specific shape, details, and taste.

It knows them so well, as if it were born of these things.

Arthur immediately took a breath from his tight throat and let out a small, high pitched sob.

Something lingered in his mind for a while before it disappeared.

He didn't know where it went, but it no longer tempted him to open his eyes and let madness occupy him.

But some people are still looking around, because others are screaming, and some people see what doesn't exist - it's enough to exist as a concept.

Arthur cocked up his ears and listened carefully.

It was a male voice. It sounded more like an animal than a human. The man kept screaming and didn't stop to breathe.

Then Arthur heard running footsteps.