Chapter 499 Twisted Fortress
The thick dark purple blood slid down against Akul Duna’s straight sword, and the corroding hiss was chewed up by the roar hidden in the entire fortress city around it. engulf.
The Emperor's Son glanced at the surrounding environment with a headache between battles, turning a blind eye to those abominable twisted shapes. The two swords cut off many people from the shadows with artistic precision and freehand brushwork. The swollen creatures sprang out, their weak points torn into deep cracks by the heavy pressure of the sword, and then smoke-like vicious clouds burst out from the wounds, challenging the limits of the anti-virus function of the Astartes mask.
Near Akulduna, three warriors wearing purple-gold power armor have been dyed dirty blood, and the internal communication channel occasionally hears hums of disgust and anger. Breathing out, these sounds interweave into a bloody music of battle. The natural rhythm is worthy of appreciation and pride. This is proof of their strength.
This is not the first time he has faced the evil of the warp. Even the battle itself now in Medusa is compared with the desecrated garden when he fought against another evil force in Olympia. But it was a difficult side dish... What really made beads of sweat drip from his forehead inside the armor was the malicious gaze from above Medusa.
The continuous sticky will is like a solidified purple-blue bruise, or a cold and cruel eye, hanging high on the back of the dark sky of Medusa, watching everything that happens on this dark continent.
Even though it is not that close, so close to reality, that eye is enough to make his hair stand on end, constantly consuming his energy and reason...
Now, Akuldu When Na wields his sword, he has to use part of his will to preserve his sanity during the battle. Like a piece of purple satin in the wind, he wandered between the heavy pincers and the cracked shells, tearing off the steel armor connected to the flesh and blood, smashing the oil-flowing organs and bulging cysts inside, and calmly resisted for any further understanding of these dirty things.
Knowing that the source of these things is steel and flesh... is enough, no more. That terrifying eye is still staring at this land.
Some chemical threads wrapped around his right arm, and were cut off in an instant, dissolving into milky white broken fibers... Gray liquid seeped out from inside the deformed building complex, although there was no evidence, But an answer jumped to Akulduna's mind: This is a puddle of pulp full of souls.
He raised his head and looked at the occasionally illuminated Primarch from afar - an extremely bright and swift shadow, shifting position instantly in the flickering gap of light and shadow, as if dancing a dance as vivid and free as a ghostly elf. Pieces of enemies fell huffing and puffing under Fulgrim's brilliant blazing blade, which was the flaming sword that Ferrus Manus had given him.
"My children," the Phoenix said with hidden anger, "exterminate this evil spirit that has desecrated the home of my dearest brothers!"
The Emperor's Children followed the Phoenix The footsteps of guidance poured into the deeper parts of the fortress. Considering the complexity of the situation here and the uneasy foreboding it brings, even if they are in sufficient numbers, the Emperor's Children still choose to advance together in groups instead of spreading out to various parts of the fortress to demonstrate their respective fighting arts.
In the dark environment, wisps of metallic reflections are like faint spider webs, falling from the sky downwards, and the former solid and cold fortress has been transformed into something living, corrupt and vulgar.
Those towers and arches are embedded in each other, with unsightly engine oil flowing out. Some telescopic buildings are half-embedded in the ground, and are closely connected to countless pipelines transporting liquids. Square doors slide back and forth regularly, And the disgusting strips of plastic steel and adamantine brackets bind together all the pollutants and immaterial materials that Akulduna refused to describe further, forming a tight whole...
When the real and ethereal music sounded, the second company commander suddenly realized that the entire fortress seemed to be transforming into some kind of organ-like instrument, and Fulgrim's dance received a faint soundtrack. Phoenix noticed these changes immediately, and his battle rhythm immediately changed, avoiding any fit with the music, breaking the long caress that existed implicitly between the dance steps and the music.
Soon, the music disappeared.
For a moment, Fulgrim laughed, and the clear voice rippled across the battlefield, like a strong wind sweeping away thick smoke. "Attention, our battle brothers are still there!"
This seems to be a distant warning, as they avoid the deformed and active fortress city and open up a path through the narrow secret passages that still exist. , when deep into the fortress, the iconic firing sound of bolt guns gradually appeared.
On the other side of the greasy and twisted steel depths, the labyrinth woven by hoses and joysticks, another army that has been fighting in this area for a long time began to make distinct movements.
Scorched earth overlapped with steel, ashes intertwined with flames, and a fragmented war machine was split into countless cracked fragments by the disaster. However, every fragment of it was still engaged in a ruthless and continuous battle. Lasers and flames were activated from time to time, illuminating the silver armor...
Akulduna saw three Gorgon Terminators bombing a rotten plastic steel gate, and they were followed by a The slow-moving Dreadnought. And, of course, their weapons were pouring out ammunition at a rate and range that no one could figure out.
The Second Company Commander tried to identify the clan. He was not sure if it was Avni - he thought it looked similar, but no matter what, finally seeing the warriors of the Iron Hands made everyone relax. Take a breath. If they found nothing in the fortress, or reaped consequences they would have preferred not to have reaped, then Fulgrim's trip would not only be a disappointment, but a heartbreak.
He heard that Kai Soren was already trying to get in touch with the Iron Hands he met by chance, and gave up thinking about why the large hole exposed by Dauntless seemed to be empty. These technologies should be sealed and kept, buried deep in some secret location that he didn't know... Akulduna still understood the principle of following authority in emergencies.
Thinking of this, he sighed in his heart, salty sweat rolled from the corner of his mouth. There was a flash of the face of another golden cousin with whom he always liked to go to the arena.
In any case, the point is, and only is, that during the time when the subspace storm was raging, there should be many cousins of the Tenth Legion who kept their lives alive.
On the other side, after guessing a few secret codes and ports, Kai Soren successfully chatted with the warriors in front of him from afar: "Cousins, we are the sons of the Emperor, here to protect you. Back. We want to know the news about the original body Ferrus Manus."
The soldiers of the Tenth Legion were silent, and their voices simply passed through the mechanical nerve knot and the cranial cavity circuit. The internal channel was sent, perhaps thanks to the keys that Fulgrim had obtained from many clans in the past.
"Go to the assault team at the front," a simple statement made Akulduna want to smile. If he hadn't been busy fighting a blind battle with a huge steel distortion monster in the darkness brought by the immaterial haze, he might have replied a few words.
The armies of the Emperor's Children began to divide, and some detachments broke away from the group operations. With effective communication and guidance, they went to assist more battle brothers of the Iron Hands in the battle, like molten streams of purple gold. Akulduna watched everything that was happening in front of him - or rather, in his senses - and pushed deeper into the building with Fulgrim with high will.
In the midst of this battle, the vague music sounded again, and this time Akulduna could hear its composition: everything was made of the friction, knocking, vibration, and ingenuity of steel. The flow of liquid and the sound of dripping are combined and pieced together in fine pieces, and every note falls on a chord that can be combined but reveals a subtle and weird combination. In this, there seems to be no involvement of flesh and blood...
"A perfect practical product..." said an Iron Hand. His tone made Akulduna instantly alert and pay attention. corresponding to the direction of the warrior. That calm and intoxicated tone once again reminded the chief swordsman of that bastard Fabius.
The bearings of the small scanner continued to rotate, and the steel hand inspected the surrounding environment and continued: "The beauty of machinery lies in it..." Akulduna's pupils tightened, and he almost crushed a piece under his feet. The rusty armored copper plate, the scimitar in his hand stabbed his theoretical companion mercilessly. The second a string of piercing garbled codes exploded in the communication channel, his blade pressed straight into the gap at the lower edge of the visor, cutting straight through the soft flesh inside, bringing out a string of strong-smelling spray of blood. .
It was still not fast enough, or the object he destroyed was not accurate enough. The throat he cut only prevented the chaotic hexadecimal code from spreading further in the channel, and The Terminator he was facing at this moment was rapidly changing form.
The steel that already accounts for more than 40% of its body has acquired a spiritual curse, and together with the part of the human body's natural organizational structure, it is reorganizing, merging, and twisting in a spiral, with rings and connected rings. The pipelines are stacked and reconstructed, and another kind of scream pours out from the mouth of this brand-new creation: "Ah——"
The sound spreads in the steel music in the background, and this noise seems to plunge the entire area into With endless shaking and turbulence, the passages and overpasses of the corridor began to be torn apart, and six metal cables that seemed to be connected by a series of iron rings were wrapped around Akulduna's wrist in an instant, and continued upward inexorably. spread unsteadily.
A stream of plasma erupted from another Iron Hand's firearm, instantly severing the tentacles entangling Akul Duna, and he responded to this help with the ensuing battle. He cut, chopped, and dissected, and forcefully separated the carapace and flesh into places in the darkness, returning the festering filth to dust...
At this moment, he suddenly understood that the gray flowing slurry was What. That is what becomes of the Iron Hands tainted by this, transformed in time by the Emperor's mercy granted to them by their companions.
In the corner of Akulduna's eye, Fulgrim seemed to have just completed a similar clearing activity. The bright flaming sword had just swept away the last cluster of filthy slurry covering it and blocking the light.
The bright and blazing fire seemed to expand outward from the purple phoenix's sword blade, lingering around him, weaving a phantom-like feather coat, spread out on one side of his body, or wings of fire, faintly fluttering.
This is the Fulgrim they have known for many years, Akulduna thought, his chest filled with calm pride, even if this pride was quickly broken by the needs of reality.
Fulgrim asked loudly, questioning the Iron Hand and the dark space itself. His voice trembled in anxiety, and although his grasp of his own mood was not perfect, it was even more impressive: "Where is Ferrus Manus? Where is your original body!"
"Not there Here.”
A voice found Fulgrim about five seconds later, accompanied by a lot of trivial crackling sounds, which seemed to be the noise caused by electric current in areas with extremely chaotic signals. The source of the sound was deeper within the fortress, belonging to one of the Iron Hands, or perhaps more than one.
This is the chorus of many confused Iron Hands, the subconscious answer they give after their shocked spirits are awakened by the Phoenix.
“Where is that!” Fulgrim shouted angrily.
There was a moment of silence at first, then an answer full of hesitation and trembling.
"The secret chamber sealed by the Key of Hel..."
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"This is..."
The technical expert brought by Interex's commander was full of reflected blue light. He stretched out his hands to the holographic projection that appeared in front of him in surprise, as if he I can't wait to pick up those intricately designed drawings.
Seeing that the technology officer's mind had been taken away by the gift brought by the Iron Warriors, Commander Naude and Kyle Wallen temporarily exited the outer hall of the living room and walked into the indoor compartment.
“I think we can no longer reciprocate all the selfless gifts that the Iron Warriors have brought to us. In addition to some bases for the Iron Warriors to be stationed and the supply of ordnance, what else do you need? Where’s the help, War Blacksmith?”
Naud bowed respectfully to the War Blacksmith who came from afar. His gratitude was real enough to make Kyle Wallen feel in a trance in this changing and turbulent time. His words also made the war blacksmith swallow some of his colder demands and threats. I am afraid that only in this foreign land can they still receive such welcome and sincerity.
"Change what you call me," said Kyle Wallen. "In the current chain of command of the Iron Warriors, I will serve as the trident of the Interex sector, commanding the return from our great and selfless long-term mission. As a fellow Iron Warrior, Lord Perturabo made this decision immediately upon hearing the letter from his lost heir."
" And those drawings were sent to us." Naude nodded, "I understand that these drawings were sent to us in the name of mandatory orders, requiring Interex to build ordnance and ships according to the drawings. However, we will not stop there. Forget your selflessness."
Kyle Valen stared at him: "Then you are giving up an opportunity to join the Iron Warriors under duress. You are actively participating in what is about to happen. Everything."
"If we are trembling and timid, I think our conversation will not be so pleasant...or can we really have this conversation, Trident?"
Naude smiled, with a hint of melancholy in his eyes, as did the translators and musicians around him.
"Alas, we have finally returned to the topic of your master of humanity, warrior."
(End of this chapter)