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(The article was written by the Gray Knight who drafted the draft for the Custodes.)

(loyal!!)

(Let me see who is unfaithful.)

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"——!"

There was the sound of chaotic and rapid running in the dark cave.

A group of grotesque, twisted and inhuman shadows ran and flashed, chasing the figures fleeing in front of them, screaming with ecstasy and madness from the deepest part of their throats.

"He ran away-"

"Get him-"

"Dedicated to the master——"

Behind them there were some figures wearing dark red cloaks, and they quickly pursued the figures escaping in front of them.

Linn ran away in panic.

At the foot are the uneven stones of the mountain wall cave.

He missed the mark once, tripped over a pit, and hit his knee on the ground, grinning in pain.

But he didn't stop, he quickly got up and continued running.

Run away, run away, run away.

He had seen these things while playing games.

On the screen, he felt that the designs of these things were really imaginative and the art was so strong.

Now he really sees it.

He doesn't want to feel strong at all!!!

subspace.

Chaos evil thing.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!

It’s okay to just play jokes, but if you really travel to Warhammer, who wouldn’t scream?

You can't be caught up, otherwise you will die if you are caught up.

He turned a corner and saw three forked roads ahead.

There was no time to hesitate, so he chose the narrowest one and squeezed in sideways.

The stone walls scratched his shoulders and back.

His coat was torn, but he ignored it and squeezed in with all his strength.

There is a crack at the bottom of the stone wall. It is not big, just big enough for a person to get in sideways.

Lin En rushed over without saying a word, ducking in at the waist.

The stone wall got stuck on his buttocks. He twisted twice and finally got through.

Inside is a small cave, big enough for him to take shelter inside.

The footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer, and there were the kind of murmurs that made people go numb.

He leaned against the stone wall, covering his mouth, trying to suppress his gasps.

The footsteps followed outside the crack.

Someone is talking: "Gone..."

"There's a hole here—"

"Can't get in, it's too narrow."

"He can't be far away. Search."

Something is coming towards the crack.

Linn pushed himself into the back of the rock wall and covered his mouth and nose more tightly with trembling hands.

There were footsteps outside.

The sound was like wet hooves on stone.

A rotten, sticky muffled sound.

Once, twice, three times, it stopped at the gap where he was hiding, bringing with it a wind that smelled of corruption.

He held his breath.

The thing seemed to have its nose stuck in.

It stopped in front of him, separated by a stone crack less than half a meter thick.

Linn smelled rotten meat, burnt hair, and some indescribable sweet fishy smell seeping in from the cracks, like stinky meat that had been left out for a long time in summer.

He closed his eyes.

Don't move, don't make a sound, don't breathe.

Then he heard a gasp.

It was slow, long, and wet.

It sounded like liquid bubbling in the trachea.

That thing is smelling.

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