Chapter 214 The Haze of Militilia
Advancement, survival, war, those things turn into filth and flow into the sewers. The manifestation is rich blood and minced meat, which is disgusting. Even if the Space Marines can block any breath through thick power armor, they still feel it. nausea.
"Emperor..." The members of the Destruction Eagle stepped on the sticky, red rotten substance that was sticky and tough, clinging to the giant's soles.
"Sir, where will the large amount of biomass here go? There are no oceans or large lakes here, let alone fertile swamps or soil. The cost of processing and using is also extremely high, but there are no specialized processing plants in the city." The Astartes warriors realized something was wrong.
This sentence reminded the Master Chief. He instantly smelled that unpleasant smell, which was very familiar to the Master Chief of the Destruction Eagle Chapter. He had tasted a similar smell more than once, that kind of damp and dark feeling. , like the materialization of intrigue and death.
"Who needs flesh and blood, the sludge of desire, brothers, go down, along the Red River." The Master Chief walked at the front, the brothers were silent, just gently wiping the blades in their hands. In this place, murder on the surface, contradictions , also put it into it.
There is no shortage of sights here of entire empire citizens going down the red river. Filth and death are gathering in this underground pipeline, and the Master Chief is becoming more and more certain that he has found his target.
Silent and quiet, dark and silent, the stench of blood and the sewage gas produced by decay are constantly soaking in this nightmare like a stirring cauldron.
They walked forward as if inside a giant medicine bottle. The main nest composed of mortals was more like a giant distiller, extracting, separating and pouring the substances into it at this moment.
Now the desire to gather was almost real. The Master Chief's footsteps suddenly slowed down. He touched the enemy's location with a superhuman feeling. He turned off the grid device, the sound no longer came out, and the communicator hissed, replacing the original cry.
"Found it, brothers."
"There are no surprises, it is expected, but the journey so far has been smooth, but in the face of the chaotic heretics and alien scum, we need to keep our spirits up. We can only be strong and never surrender."
"Down, for the Emperor."
The Destruction Eagles strolled close to the end of the pipe. Red things came out of the 6-meter-long pipe. Dark blood slowly descended with pieces of meat and other objects, and fell at the end of the pipe on the slope.
Gurgling, gurgling, the sticky stuff was spilled into the giant metal boiler, but there was not a trace of water splash. It was too sticky to flow.
There are only five heavy-duty servitors using their modified huge servo limbs to diligently stir the huge boiler. But even if it is so huge, it cannot accommodate so much biomass. It can only be settled for a period of time. It will continue to decline over time.
No one knows where the filth will reach, but the Master Chief can be sure that this is definitely not a loyal thing, and is even extremely filthy.
The auspicious instrument slowly probed the space below. There was not much reaction in this small room, only the electrical signals on the servitor's body, and the holographic projection displayed in the visor also showed the picture here.
How to describe it? A word flashed through the Master Chief's mind: kitchen. This place looks like a kitchen, filled with all kinds of things for servitors to use, such as meat-cutting knives, giant nets, and small nets for extracting debris. etc.
The role here is to keep this huge boiler running normally. There is no doubt that this evil place is still full of mysteries, and now the Space Marines are about to raise this issue.
The Master Chief took out the data pad and began to take pictures of the situation here. However, there were not many things that could be seen clearly in the dark pipes. Also, just by looking at this picture, you can think of it as a hidden underground biomass processing site. Still The fortress of the present governor could not be overthrown.
The Master Chief picked up his monomolecular saber, pointed it horizontally at the servitors, and then suddenly jumped down. His body weighing a thousand kilograms instantly crushed the poor thing. Poof, a dim sound appeared, and just before his companions Because when the sound reacted, several single-molecule sabers were thrown and inserted into the processing center of the servitor.
The tacit understanding of the four space warriors allowed the Master Chief to do things that would be considered crazy by mortals without any worries. As a result, one heavy-duty servitor was crushed to death and four died on the blade. An existence that is difficult for mortals to deal with, now it seems Weak as a chicken.
"Cleaning completed."
The Master Chief continued to take pictures of the situation with a tablet, then grabbed the servitors with one hand and threw them into the huge boiler. Because of the weight of their modifications, they slowly submerged into the liquid.
The proficiency in destroying corpses and removing traces makes people frown, but killing machines like Space Marines that were born for killing are destined to exist like this. But for now, there is nothing heretical in this room, it can only be regarded as ordinary. The Imperial Fortress is missing some bones and Imperial symbols.
He was slightly disappointed. After all, the place created by such a heretical traitor actually looked normal at first glance like a processing factory. However, the Master Chief began to slowly knock on the walls here. The structure here was very strange. There was no door. It seemed that the servitor was like a processing plant. He was locked up in this place like an accessory to carry out his work, but according to the perverted control desire of the Mechanicus, he would definitely leave the door open.
Dong dong dong... "Found it..." Hot melt? Or a power weapon? The sound of breaking was too loud, but the auspicious device did not have the ability to detect through thick metal. The Master Chief was a little unsure. The servitor must not have the key, because the environment here obviously did not require them to have any rights.
"Break the door!" He took out his power sword. The door that was not made of adamantine for concealment could not even withstand the explosion of explosive bombs. Just to make the noise smaller, he had to use the holy relic, which made the sergeant struggle a little internally, but he also In a flash, a weapon is a weapon, no matter how sacred it is, it is still a tool!
This kind of thinking allowed the Master Chief to achieve miracles in many complicated wars involving the honor of the empire, allowing him to reach the heights he is today, and this time he still did not betray his own path and moved forward.
The blade was about to sink into it, but the Master Chief's sensitive facial features felt something was wrong, the snapping, the footsteps were messy and loose, but it was definitely there.
"Secret!" He instantly sneaked into the corner of the field of vision, while some of the other brothers hid behind the boiler. Some, like him, tended to be unexpected, but they always managed to make their two-meter-tall body inconspicuous at the moment.
The door hidden in the adamantine wall slowly opened. After the sound of gears clicking, the strange team of about ten people, one priest, four cultists, and five servitors showed their dissatisfaction. The priest's mechanized grid machine roared in place of his weak, inaudible voice.
"Where are those servitors? Are you not supervising them strictly? I request regular inspections of the boiler to prevent the servitors from running out of power and being sucked into the boiler. It's all right now. Let's empty the equipment and fish out those big iron lumps."< br>
This was obviously not the first time they had done this, and those people seemed natural and skillful in draining the liquid, picking up tools, and blocking the pipes. However, their hard work was superfluous to the Space Marines and the heroes of the Falcon of Destruction. .
After a mortal cultist turned on the button, he felt a pull on his back, and then cold metal pressed against his body. It felt like a huge hydraulic press touched his head, and his vision went dark...
The Master Chief wiped the blood and body fluids from his gloves, put the guy down, quickly approached another mortal, and instantly cut his head with his saber.
Situations like this were happening on all sides of the room, and a Space Marine only needed to kill two people to turn the situation into a completely one-sided advantage.
A few minutes later, the Mechanicus Priest could no longer see any living people in the middle of the room, and his electromagnetic voice was still calling them. "Norn, Bruno, Cade?" He was a little panicked, as if he realized that something was wrong, and the Mechanicus was a materialist, but he had indeed seen a lot of witchcraft.
At this moment, he felt that the circuit in his mind was broken, but before he could run away, the Space Marine's thick arms held his head, and the entire display was filled with only ice and darkness.
"Traitor, what do you want to do?" the sergeant asked, and the priest answered in an emotionless voice. "I need to ask for support, but obviously this matter is no longer important. Let me survive. My data is the core of opening the door. My unmodified retina is the best facility key. I can guess what you need, half God.”
"Cooperate, let's cooperate. I've seen the founding governor unhappy a long time ago. This matter will become easier because of my joining." He spoke very fast but standardly, speaking fluently in low Gothic, fearing the half-man opposite him. God asked one more question.
But the Master Chief did. “That’s it, thank you for your cooperation.”
"I feel your loyalty, now we just need a little dedication."
The priest replied excitedly. "Yes, yes, of course!" Next, he felt thick fingers inserting into his throat like a scalpel, completely destroying his vocal system, followed by stinging pain.
The Space Marine grabbed his head and pulled the entire eyeball out, as if getting its garnish from a cocktail.
Blood, oil and parts fell to the ground along with fragments of flesh and blood. "Thank you for your service to the Emperor, Mechanicus." The sergeant never liked traitors, let alone the Mechanicus. With the two guys stacked up against each other at the moment, it was difficult for him not to strike.
He picked up the eyeball and shook it towards the hidden door. Soon, after sensing the wet eyeball of the person with authority, the door made a sizzling gear sound and then opened.
The Space Marines walked out and saw a dark underground corridor outside, like a dug-out air raid shelter. But according to where the fluids were going, the Master Chief almost instantly judged that it would be no problem to walk through the slowly descending passage on the right.
But what no one knew was that before the door of the room was closed, dozens of elite Stormtroopers crawled out of the pipe. They were not as elegant or even as elegant as the Space Marines, but because of the stench and smell inside. It was blocked and almost soaked in blood.
Now they had to rush out as fast as possible and silently before the secret door inside closed. It was extremely painful. However, even so, they did not give up the mission, and even slowly followed the extremely fast pace of the Space Marines. Represents the limit of what humans can do.
The willpower and spirit erupted by the soldiers of Zhongji Academy cannot be matched by ordinary soldiers. Even after they have followed the pace of the demigods, their energy is nothing compared to the pain they have endured during training.
After the Space Marines stepped into the bottom of the descending tunnel and activated the door with their retinas, they slowly entered the deepest part of the underground. The scenery here was surprising. They were tens of thousands of densely packed giant petri dishes, made of organic matter. The material solution cultivates something similar to the Zerg warrior bugs.
But compared to those hunters from outside the galaxy, the existence here is obviously more demonic. A small number of mutated sharp horns and red exoskeletons have a sense of evil charm, and a terrifying metal monster, to be precise, is The genetic sage, Melkor, was at the console above, pressing buttons and pulling levers with his tentacles.
There is no computer to judge the biomass and input required by each individual, so he uses his own judgment and technology to create this group of vanguard soldiers that are unique to him and are cut off from the will of the insect swarm.
This group of biological monsters can make up for the weakness of this world without intelligent robots. At this point, in this forging world, their ground troops will be truly powerful.
This powerful genetic sage is more like a monster than a mechanical sage. To be precise, it is a huge spider. This is very different from the appearance collected by the Imperial Guard and even the Space Marines and recorded by the Empire.
He usually looks like an ordinary Mechanicus Priest to the outside world, so many people think that he is a lucky man with mediocre talent. After all, his rule for a hundred years has focused on people's livelihood, but within the Mechanicus, he has achieved very few results.
At this moment, the monster's body has many artificial joints and arms to satisfy his absolute control of this place. Even the huge platform cannot accommodate his special body. The light of wisdom is flowing in his eyes, and the huge servo drive The roar from that body was even more amazing.
"What a monster heretic." The Master Chief sighed hidden in the dark haze, and took out his own data version to prepare for shooting. However, after this action occurred, the huge genetic sage made an almost gentle voice and twisted with him. His appearance is completely different, but it is consistent with the outer shell and voice he uses to deal with the people openly.
At this moment, a thought flashed in the Master Chief's mind. Did he really love the citizens of the empire and wanted them to live and work in peace and contentment?
But he quickly shook his head as the heretic spoke. "Welcome, Brother Astartes, I have met the most respected guests, by far, none of them. Of course, if the Sun Lord comes here, I may have to repeat this rhetoric."
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The Master Chief just touched his sword at this moment, his murderous intention already aroused. (End of chapter)