Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

York, who was still stationed in the old city with his defense forces, received the information sent by Angele. After reading the information transmitted, York looked very calm.

Although this was the first time that the administrative department had passed on information about cults, the soldiers under his command had already wiped out several cults discovered by the defense soldiers in the old city in the past few months.

These cultists have sects that believe in various evil gods.

These followers of the cult, who claim to be followers of the God of Courage, held cold weapons and shouted, "Praise the God of Courage."

They bloodily killed all the living people they saw in front of them. Moreover, these cultists who believed in the god of bravery would become stronger the more humans they killed, and they would be incomparable among ordinary people.

There was even a squad of the defense force who were injured when they went to kill this powerful follower of the evil god. You have to know that in the fierce battle with the rebels on this planet, the entire defense force had basically no casualties. Being injured by two people when facing a mere cultist made the entire defense force a little unbelievable.

However, despite the strength of this cultist, he was still blown to ashes by a round of siege shells from the Apocalypse tank.

There were also believers in the God of Joy. This group of people was even crazier, and the whole scene was too crazy to watch. A bunch of men played the game of driving a train, and almost made the defense soldiers who went to kill this group of cultists vomit on the spot.

"Tal."

As York shouted, a man in black power armor walked in from outside the door. With the help of the power armor, the man's height was almost 2 meters.

"Captain York."

Tal, the captain of the first battalion of the first company of the defense army, walked in and saluted York respectfully.

"This is intelligence from the administration. There's still a group of damned cultists in the old city. Take your team and kill them all."

York said to Tal, and at the same time transmitted the information sent by Minister Angele to the helmet worn by Tal.

Tal took off the power helmet hanging from his waist, put it on his head, read the information, nodded to York and said, "Okay, Captain, I won't let any of these cultists escape."

"Go!"

"Yes!" After giving York another military salute, Tal strode out of York's office and led a large group of defense soldiers under his command to encircle and suppress this group of believers in the God of Magic.

Under the leadership of Tal, 36 fully armed defense soldiers, along with Apocalypse tanks, entered the D area of ​​the old city.

With the support of spy intelligence, all the believers of the God of Magic in this stronghold were quickly captured. The resistance of these ordinary believers of the God of Magic could not cause any harm to the defense soldiers.

A dozen followers of the God of Magic who were left alive knelt in front of Tal. Tal casually twirled the plasma pistol in his palm, lowered his head and looked at the kneeling cultists, and asked softly:

"Does anyone know the remaining strongholds of your church? Those who tell us will live, and those who don't will die a horrible death."

Although Tal's tone was calm, the cruel words in it made the people kneeling on the ground tremble with fear.

Although the people kneeling on the ground were afraid, they raised their heads and looked at Tal with determination when they thought of their firm belief in the God of Magic.

"Bah! I will never betray my God. I firmly believe that the God of Magic will protect our souls. After death, we will go to the God of Magic's realm and live happily forever."

A believer in the God of Magic said to Tal with disdain.

"Very good. It seems that you will not reveal the rest of your strongholds unless I teach you a lesson."

Tal said to everyone with a smile, and quickly kicked out with his right leg at the believer of the God of Magic who had just spoken.

"bump"

The head collided with the ceramic steel boots, and the ordinary man's head exploded directly under this powerful kick.

The scattered blood, flesh and bones splashed onto the people kneeling on the ground.

"Can you say it now?"

Tal asked, continuing to smile at the group.

Tal looked at the frightened expressions of the people kneeling on the ground with great interest. These people kneeling on the ground looked at Tal with fear. They didn't expect that this person was actually a smiling tiger. There was no sign when he killed people. He asked you for information with a smile, and when he didn't get the information he wanted, he immediately killed the chicken to scare the monkey.

Although everyone looked at Tal in fear, no one chose to betray their companions. These people had an extremely firm belief in the God of Magic.

"Hmph! Don't even think I'd betray the followers of the God of Magic."

Another man said to Tal with disdain.

"Very good, it seems that you all have strong willpower. You will definitely be able to withstand the ravages of the consciousness extractor. Let's use technology on these cultists."

Tal waved his hand and said to the defense soldiers around him.

"Yes."

A soldier came out carrying a huge box, came to a cultist who was kneeling on the ground, squatted down, opened the box, and took out a black helmet from it.

"I hope you survive."

The soldier whispered a blessing to the cultist in front of him.

"what is this?"

The believer kneeling in front of the soldier looked at him with fear as he took out a black helmet from the box and put it on his head. Although the believer was not familiar with these high-tech products.

But he could hear the gloating tone in the words of the helmeted soldier. The soldier must know what a terrifying thing this was.

The believer tried to struggle back, but was held down firmly by two defense soldiers behind him and could not move at all.

The soldier put the black helmet on the believer's head and pressed a button inside the box.

"Buzz"

The helmet made a series of soft humming sounds, like a motor turning rapidly.

"Ah ah ah ah ah"

The believer kneeling on the ground couldn't help but scream. He wanted to roll on the ground in pain, but the soldiers behind him held him down and he could only wail and scream helplessly.

The believers kneeling on the ground could not bear it. After the consciousness extractor started working, it kept and roughly flipped through all the memory fragments of their lives. After the consciousness extractor started working, it was like inserting a spoon into the human brain, constantly turning out the memories stored in the subconscious.

A large amount of hidden memories were turned out and projected onto the screen inside the box carried by the soldier, and all the information was clearly recorded.

When all the memories that could be extracted were extracted, the soldiers took off the helmet on the evil god believer's head. The evil god believer had a pale face and dull eyes. He looked at everyone foolishly and kept laughing.