Walking through the heavy bushes, Shinji and the gang quietly infiltrate the woods, trying their best to find the remnants of those damn curs. Himiko was in the front for obvious reasons (I mean, c'mon man, being exposed to so much blood has made her nose sensitive to the faintest traces of that red gold...). Stelle stood behind her, ever-vigilant at the slightest of sounds, swinging her bat at the tiniest of movements. Roboute, on the other hand, was sent to roam the streets, making sure that nothing goes wrong back there...
You expect a 3 m tall man to be stealthy, especially wearing a 1-ton armour...?
Sniff, sniff...
Her head perked upright as she caught a scent that Mr. Shinji always said:
Murky, steamy, woody...
"I found them! Here, it's around 256 m to the north-east location, around that small cave over there!"
For a high school dropout, she sure knows her directions well...
Brushing aside the thick foliage that acted as a shabby door, Shinji and the others entered the damp cave, risking everything to know what they wanted to do. As they ventured further in, they were struck by an intense smell...
A dark, metallic stench...
The unmistakable stench of blood
Realising that the situation was dire, they frantically chopped off the conjured Telastree branches that were decorating the room as iron bars, finally managing to enter the main hall after 20 minutes. What they saw there shook their very souls:
An amalgamation of dead body parts, from legs to hands, from animals all the way to humans, all still twitching from the intense pain they felt when they were tortured alive...
And at the center of ot all was a gigantic tower made from the severed heads of their victims, all still alive, all moaning in horrendous pain
Kill us...
Moouuaarhhbdg...
Kill ussssssesdfhhsn...
Meowerrgsb...
Killusdbeha...
KILL USSSSS!!!
Looking at the scene, Himiko couldn't help but vomit all the raven she had binged herself with, the sour broth burning her oesophagus. Even Stelle, the residential dumpster diver, had to conk herself out from experiencing the severe corruption that was emanating from it...
Not to mention the fact that most of the content being broadcast had to be mosaiced to prevent the younger audiences from committing suicide from the gory scenes. Heck, some of the adults even began drawing their swords in sheer anger!
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[DrKiller: I don't mind sending in my brothers to kill these bastards. You want me to call in a favour from Venture's Swedish Murder Machine?]
[GoGoPlayboy: I may be an executioner, but even that is supposed to be done with mercy, this is pure torture!]
[MahouSisCon: Dear Devil...]
[LovelessNeko: *Bleeeerrrggghhh*]
[Love3000: Can anyone send in me some points? I have some Thermobaric nukes I have in the back~]
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But Shinji's attention was not on the mountain. Oh no, he had something far more concerning...
Etched on the largest of walls was a gigantic, multi-faceted diagram of a magic circle, 4D in view. Its mere presence drew in a mirage from the Great Beyond, causing some of the viewers to go into an impromptu nap
The Veil of Dreams...
Only then did he fully comprehend the sheer magnitude of their plans...
Shit, I need to stop them, fast!
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Walking down the dark alleyway, Roboute Guilliman scanned his surroundings, alert to the faintest of sounds, for he knew that the stakes were never higher than before, especially not after the revelation of their sordid history. To him, it felt like as if they had aligned with the Chaos Gods themselves, for only the Darkness has that much of a corruptive effect upon the Psyche.
Damn it, do you know how much it narrows down for me!? Not to mention that they–
Clang!
"Oh, seems to me that you know the way of the sword. Very well then, you shall serve me as the finest of appetisers before fighting him! AHAHAHAHAH!!!"