Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

"What are you talking about? I don't understand..."

Seeing the old man's completely unmoved expression, Morpheus gradually gave up his intention to defend himself.

He stood up from the cold floor, and the confusion on his face gradually turned into unbridled mockery.

The palm of his outstretched right hand was lifted up, and in the translucent ball of light was a human skin mask roaring in pain.

Saratan looked inside through the transparent and twisted shell. Wasn't that his once most favored apprentice Morpheus?

The demon in front of Saratan put away his palm before he could look any further. It seemed as if any second glance at Saratan would be an insult to its trophy.

It couldn't wait to explain its current relationship with Morpheus to the old man in front of it, just like after winning the war, standing in front of the enemy's relatives and holding the loser's head to show off:

"When? You are too impressed. I am Morpheus, from the inside out. The Supreme Heaven has changed mortals far beyond your imagination. Now everything in his soul is inseparable from me. Who can separate us? What? Morpheus is me, I am Morpheus.”

Morpheus's laughter echoed wantonly in the chapel, but Saratan lost the interest in admonishing.

The mistake has been made and the price has been paid.

The soul in the body in front of him was no longer the apprentice he had devoted his efforts to training.

The former Morpheus had already paid the heaviest price for his fall, and there was no room for redemption.

"What's your purpose?"

Saratan cooperated with "Morpheus"'s performance and wanted to ask the devil in front of him, but he must not be completely sure that this devil would not take the initiative to appear in front of him.

And in the context of the situation being decided, this devil should not hesitate to answer this miserable sinner who is "self-imprisoned".

"Just like the responsibility and mission you gave me, it's just a holy ceremony.

But being able to sacrifice his subjects to the almighty lord of tampering at the center of his subjects' belief in him on the anniversary of his death at the moment of his greatest failure must surely have touched him, right? "

Morpheus slowly approached Saratan's position, and with a wave of his hand, the two psychic attendants were knocked away by huge force. After the wall painted with holy words in the chapel hall made a dull impact, dark red blood stains flowed out from under the flesh and blood bodies of the two guards embedded in the wall.

Morpheus was still approaching, but Saratan had no intention of retreating or escaping.

He watched helplessly as this familiar body underwent horrific mutations in front of him, without even a word of begging for mercy.

Morpheus's body was twisting and expanding, and the curved claws deformed from under the white skin of his hands, revealing an iron-gray texture;

The skin all over the body was pierced by the new blue feathers under the skin, losing the luster of life, and eventually turned into pieces and strands of disgusting fragments, hanging unevenly on the demon's new body:

The bones of his spine and cervical vertebrae were proliferating crazily, and a normal person's neck was rapidly elongated in a horrific cycle of skin being torn open and healed, and finally turned into a sinuous and terrifying shape like a vulture;

The skin on the face opened with four disgusting scratches under the eyes, and the remaining four eyes grew. The entire skull was softened and elongated like butter, and finally turned into a skull covered with sharp teeth. The face of a six-eyed vulture with sharp teeth.

A demon with a height of one and a half floors broke out of Morpheus's body in a short time; his rickety and terrifying form took on the chaotic aura of the Chaos Evil God in the Supreme Heaven. , appeared majestically in this space where there was only Saratan.

"Oh, then what will you do with me?" Saratan looked directly at the demon's torso, with Morpheus's broken robe hanging on it.

He wasn't afraid, but he also didn't try to look the devil in the face.

Even if there are countless voices in his head at this time ordering him to look directly into the face of this demon, even if his mind is like a precarious sail in the ocean, and it will capsize into the endless waves at any time.

At this point, he had already realized that he had to die to atone for his sins.

But since he could survive for a while longer, he was also trying his best to prevent his mind from falling into chaos, thereby buying more time for more truths to be revealed.

"Aren't you afraid of me? What an interesting soul... I can't wait to cut open your heart to see if the structure inside is different from other mortals..."

Loud echoes of roars and vicious whispers were heard simultaneously from the demon's inhuman mouth;

Saratan's already fragile body and spirit, just because he heard these words, his ears and eyes were destroyed by the power of filth:

Dark red blood gurgled from his facial features that had been corrupted by Chaos.

But this tenacious soul still insists on not leaving his body, standing firmly on the spot holding his scepter, and facing his own end with the courage of mankind.

"Very good... very good... I appreciate your unnecessary courage. What I want is the stubbornness of a sufferer like you."

The demon stepped forward impatiently, grabbed the old man's weightless body and walked towards the emperor's icon.

It extinguished all the holy candles in the chapel with a wave of its hand, and replaced them with blasphemous blue flames in the next moment.

The sacred and solemn atmosphere before in the chapel that was once again illuminated was gone.

Under the weird and evil light, the holy words on the wall and floor were replaced by blasphemous magic patterns;

Even on the stained glass and the murals on the dome that symbolize sacrifice and gift, the eyes and expressions of the characters become full of twisted and evil meanings in the changes of light and shadow.

However, this is only the beginning of the evil's desecration of this place, and more evil transformations prepared for this ceremony and conspiracy have not yet been implemented.

It summoned its own staff from the warp, and then placed Saratan's body upside down under the Emperor's icon.

The sharp and twisted staff was raised high in his hands, and then he carefully avoided Saratan's heart and inserted it into the center, nailing him to the steps at the emperor's feet.

It opened one of its sharp claws and held down Saratan's body to prevent the latter from struggling. Then, while the old man was still conscious, it brutally cut open the flesh of his limbs with its sharp claws.

More blasphemous demonic patterns were carved around the old man by its sharp claws stained with Saratan's blood.

Bursts of whispers belonging to the subspace gradually drew closer to reality amid the old man's occasional cries of pain.

In Saratan's almost extinguished consciousness, these nauseating sounds were passing through his deaf ears and entering his mind, becoming more and more clear and noisy...

"Is this all you have?" Saratan's voice came out intermittently from under the demon, and half of the tongue in his bloody mouth was rotten.

But he believed that the demon must understand what he meant, even if the mumbled voice was so weak that it could only be heard at a close distance between the two.

"It's done..."

The demon stepped back and looked at his laborious masterpiece. As the only soul to witness its efforts, the devil decided to explain his premeditation and plan to the precious sacrifice in front of him.

"Just stay here like this. You will live and enjoy the slow death caused by blood loss."

It once again used its spiritual power to perform subtle and precise treatments on the old man's body, but this behavior was not done out of good intentions, but just to make him die "on time."

"Before the first ray of the sun shines in tomorrow morning, the preparations for the Holy Scripture will begin in advance." The demon paced slowly under the steps and continued his story.

"And I will become like you, standing on the terrace of the Supreme Church, presiding over the earliest morning prayer ceremony for the ignorant believers here. At that time, the torrent of faith here will converge on the central church and you, and you, It is precisely at this time that he will die after 10 hours and 39 minutes of torture..."

"You won't succeed..." Saratan turned his face in the direction of the devil with difficulty, looking at the blasphemous evil existence with eyes that only had blood holes left.

But the curse of the loser is destined not to be ignored by the winner. After hearing these words, the devil just laughed wildly, and then disappeared into the empty and dark hall with a gust of wind.

Bursts of cold wind whistled through the broken windows of the chapel. Only half of the dying people were left in the silent hall. Under the spell deliberately left by the devil, they listened with their own ears as their blood flowed out drop by drop. the sound of.

“Only the emperor’s orders are what we want, and only our faith is true.

Let faith cover your reason before you can survive in despair.

Loyalty is not giving, faith is reward.

Reason eventually fails, but the Emperor's faith is eternal..."

In the quiet depths of the church, Saratan persisted in his final prayers.

He listened to the beating of his heart in this pre-death prayer that he performed only to himself, and he also sensed the spiritual matrix hidden in the flesh and blood package, waiting to be activated at the moment of his death...

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