Chapter 123 The Garden the Iron Warriors Entered
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Bei The bone-chilling chill that even the dead feel in the forge world of Rakaan is relieved as the depth of its huge underground hives increases. At the bottom of each hive center here is a huge and never-stop machine. The furnace, surrounded by small satellite-like forges and factories, and their peripheries are storage, transportation and residential areas.
The place where the great sage Daedus and his mechanical council who rule here live is the largest hive, Orion-Betelgeuse.
The composition of the residents in these huge anthill-like hives is relatively clear. Except for the members of the Mechanicus and the "waste" from the bottom hive, 95% of the residents here are Indentured slaves from this sector, they rely on the minimum rations of food and water distributed by rations, as well as mechanical implants implanted in their flesh and blood through crude surgery to complete the daily labor production quota, in order to Being able to repay their debts before they die - of course, the mechanical implants that allow them to start working are not free.
Although it is human instinct to be close to warmth, only indentured servants or servitors assigned to these positions will work around these large furnaces as a last resort, because the heat radiation emitted by them has already Far beyond the norm, even Skitarii in lead-clad robes are reluctant to approach them without special request.
In the past five hundred years, Bella Kahn’s main belief has always been Ohm Messiah, but considering that not everyone’s brain lobes have been cut out, this place is still There are a few very small Anglican churches as the only place where those poor souls can get some spiritual solace, but even the most sacrificial priests will not do hopeless work here, so there are only a handful of people who still retain a small amount of knowledge. Fragments of knowledge would be imparted to those in need during church prayer meetings.
All in all, in Bellakahn, if a mortal wants to live a decent life, or someone will vouch for you when sending you to do indentured labor and can take care of you here - then Why are you sent here again? ——Either voluntarily be transformed into a Skitarii or pray that your brain is good enough to stand out in the selection of the Mechanicus——If it is not washed clean and formatted and made into a meditator or a servo skull.
In the Cult of the Mechanicus, pity and the weak emotions of flesh and blood are undoubtedly one of the most useless and earliest things to be abandoned.
"In my opinion, there is no big difference." Honso said after carefully observing the work of the slave workers who lined up like ants.
“Brother Honsou, what are you referring to?” Julius was next to him. Although the priest’s bone-white skull mask had no expression, the former war blacksmith could almost imagine his little self. The apprentice's good friend's handsome and flawless little face was frowning under the helmet for what he saw in front of him, with a slightly worried look in his eyes.
"What I'm talking about," the pharmacist pointed to the hot, humid, radiant, and color-like sludge at the bottom of a pond on the ground five hundred feet below them outside the crack in the ledge they passed. People who work in toxic vapors like humans—their dirty protective suits and biochemical modifications can't completely avoid those problems.
"Labor. The labor of all living beings is needed everywhere." The former war blacksmith laughed in his helmet, which made Julius look at him. "Labor feeds life, and life dies in labor. And death brings decay...and rebirth, little Julius.”
"It doesn't sound exactly like what Parogov told me." The blond priest replied gently. At such a close distance, Julius could place his gauntlets on the pharmacist master's shoulders, perhaps closer to his head. Some?
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Honso suddenly shuddered in his power armor, and he blinked, like a man who had just woken up and was struck by the early morning breeze. The stimulation produced by sunlight hitting the pupils is the same as waking up. He felt that his mind was very clear at this moment, and at the same time, a feeling of impatience surged into his heart.
"Oh, hell, how long are we going to dig here? Is there any news from Soltarn and the others?"
"The Stone Forger's communication just ended for 12 seconds. Brother Honso." Julius next to him replied, "According to the terrain map he provided us, we will soon reach the tower where the rulers of this planet are located."
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"I'm so glad to hear that. Even though there is a filter, the smell of this place still makes me feel uncomfortable."
Beside them, the power weapons in the hands of an entire team of Space Marines were breaking open with precision and efficiency The bottom layer of the hive city was composed of synthetic rock and soil that had been accumulated for countless years, including garbage, metal, and objects with indistinguishable components that were pressed by gravity. Then, the thin rock wall finally cracked, and something fell down. Hit them on their feet.
Honso's power blade mercilessly cut the fat, twisting worm in two. The disgusting worm burst out with purulent green juice, and was then disinfected by the poison pouring out of the pharmacist's mechanical arm. The light turned into a puddle of harmless liquid.
The Potion Master cursed a very dirty Chaos curse, then raised his leg wearing combat boots and kicked them away from the twisted corpses outside, with the ground covered with maggots and flesh sprouts. The final layer of barrier for the fertile garden.
"Stand back! I'll disinfect it first! This Soltarn whose head should be stuck in his butt really caused a big scene for us! I thought I could get it done easily this time! ”
He took a step forward, and the white armor on his body shone with a soft silver-blue light. The servo of the precision mechanical arm behind the Potion Master began to buzz and began to spray those scalp-numbing subspace gadgets with him as the origin. A certain kind of immediate disinfecting light, which can open up a foothold for subsequent teammates to move forward.
Following him was Julius, who was chanting the holy words and holding a scepter. A shining laurel wreath formed by spiritual energy surrounded his skull helmet, and a clear and loud prayer was uttered from his loudspeaker. Wen inspires the soul of every warrior, making them unaffected by what they see in front of them. Every step the priest takes will trigger three different visions to appear in this polluted land: rotten things that wither quickly. , turned into ashes, some kind of sprout growing out of the ashes. Julius's spiritual energy field was released in a controlled manner, with pure black energy arcs with gold edges jumping on the surface of his black power armor. At the same time, it also formed a barrier around his teammates to isolate them from pollution and incoming attacks. The telepathic shields of the swarms of putrid flies and plague bees that attacked them.
What they are breaking into now is a huge spherical underground space. If anything, it may be somewhat similar to the giant fetal sac in some screaming psychic nightmares. , the vein-like lines of thick blood vessels are covered with thick slurry of disease juice, fat and swollen flesh-eating maggots, and eggs that are densely packed together like a nightmare hive.
All the organic and inorganic matter present here have been swallowed up and corrupted by the dark fertile soil. The looming holes at the top of the space are undoubtedly the source of a large number of half-corroded and dissolved corpses here. Countless bodies have been thrown here The bones and flesh of the unfortunates have turned this place into a joyful and fertile loam. The roots of insects and carnivorous plants shuttle and disturb the skulls, ribs and abdominal cavities of those unfortunates, and large black-green mold masses emerge from them. It emerges from various gaps, causing people to instinctively and horribly feel deep disgust.
The air here is hot and sticky. It is so thick that the throat-like mucus can almost drip from the air. From time to time, putrid bubbles and sediments will erupt from the fat jelly-like puddles of corpse liquid. The bones will emerge from it for a moment, and the strange living trees scream and spray out foul air from their sphincter.
The Iron Warriors kept moving forward under the leadership of the apothecary and the priest. The apothecary's disinfection ray and the priest's psychic power protected them. The plague trees with gaping teeth and huge mouths, the fat and swollen fungi and the abscess thorns Groups of plague mosquitoes emerged from the clusters of flesh-colored flowers. They swarmed towards the warriors who dared to set foot here, almost drowning them. They were then swarmed by powerful bolters and heavy weapons squads behind the powered broadblades. The flamethrower burned to ashes and quickly turned into a blackened ash mark on the ground.
“Very good, damn good, this damn place really makes me feel uncomfortable!” Honso cursed again, “If this Soltarn can’t bring him for me this time Promised victory, I swear I will hunt him to the end of the universe until I take off his head and stuff it in!"
Julius held up his Book of Psalms and surrounded it with crackling sounds! The black energy arrow with golden light burned through a giant beast composed of slime and rotten bones that tried to get close to them. When it exploded, the bad dregs flying down the sky made the two of the 10th Company here. The team members seemed a little commotion, but then the commotion was suppressed by the priest's profound sound, and the veterans began to laugh at them loudly with battlefield jokes, while leading them firmly across the rough and sticky ground, and continued towards the Moving towards their goal, a huge, full and pulsing water bladder stood in the center of this place.
"How long can you hold on for us, Brother Honsou? I have vaguely felt the psychic mark of Captain Soltarn above."
"Can you sense it from such a distance?"
"Captain Soltarn's directional psychic energy is very strong, and his psychic imprint is quite special. I can sense it in this environment."
"That's great. Judging from the speed at which these rotten fish and shrimps are attacking now, my energy box should still be able to keep clearing this area for 28 to 30 seconds."
"That's enough. The team carrying flamethrowers and melta weapons cooperates with Brother Honso to organize a temporary defense line. The others follow me. We must break this thing within fifteen seconds."
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"It's better not to have this kind of thing, Brother Honsou."
Julius turned around and activated the long sword at his waist.
The bright orange-red light on the sword blade shines brightly, reflecting the looming distorted human body in the huge pulsating water bag in the dark underground space.
“What should not exist in this world should not exist.”
“Obey or die!”
The blade fell.
Gua.
I want to try serializing one main article and one interlude chapter every day
Maybe this will make it easier to supplement the content
(End of this chapter)