Chapter 227 The blade of advancement is forged by sacrifice, as are mortals, and so are angels
The sky above the main hive of Shadenus is now densely covered with ominous thick black clouds.
The smell of gunpowder smoke, burnt biomass, and roasted iron filled the atmosphere. The main roads of Zhongchao, a towering city, were no longer filled with tired people rushing to work in factories. with the little children passing by.
Only the thick void shield that opened from the top of the main nest, the vaguely colored refracted light, shone in the air as if mockingly, as if mocking the Imperial Navy's inability to do so.
The two satellite hive cities of the main hive, Miramar and Silat, have been completely transformed under the joint attack and bombardment of the Iron Hands, Titans and Astra Militarum shouting for the Emperor. Their remains were mixed with steel, flesh, and concrete rocks, mixed with the millions of their original inhabitants, and fell like broken stone idols in the factory area and wasteland leading to the core's main nest. The area is littered with filthy mire and fire and smoke.
But the hive city has not become deserted and silent - in other words, it is still very noisy, very... noisy, very active.
The "happy" and "free" musk clouds of decay and blood gather in every recess and ceiling, filled with the fantasy passion and joy of a mental patient who has completely succumbed to unnatural joyful madness. The gibbering and screaming and wailing of innocent victims driven to madness.
Those who wanted to escape had either fled far away from the planet like agile animals before that, while those who were slower or unable to leave had all been caught or killed. Dedication The feast of pleasure for the thirsty god has begun - months ago - with souls and flesh as its dishes.
Everything has become a living hell of Slaanesh corruption due to the false ease and joy afforded by the loss of control over the internal and external environment.
This super three-dimensional maze city that originally had a population of hundreds of millions has now been reduced to a place filled with chaos eggs, mutants, and cultists—oh, sorry, almost even humanoids have become No longer exists, the corruption is so deep, so widespread, so rich, it's like the entire main nest has turned into a bottle of corrupt wine brewed for the Prince of Darkness. Inside the seemingly normal shell, there are only wails of ecstasy and pain, desire and raging demons. There is nothing left outside the tide.
After playing with everything to their satisfaction, the inanimate beings were killed by the Iron Hands' assault team, and then dissipated, letting out shrill, twisted laughter before leaving the real world, leaving only a mess and human corpses here. Their own remains turned into various flames, flying ashes and colorful dazzling lights and disappeared behind the curtain.
The Iron Hands are still attacking their only target mercilessly and quickly - their chief think tank Trazi is following the request and trying to detect what happened on the top of the main hive. The horrific content he saw before his mental vision dissipated was enough for him to immediately and seriously warn the commander of the Alvin Ravus clan to reach the top of the main nest as quickly as possible and at all costs to seal the one in the billions A rift in the Warp that would be torn open in agony forged by mortals.
Because in the calculation, they must complete this goal accurately in the shortest possible time and save the entire sub-sector and even other worlds in the entire sector, the Astra Militarum who came to participate in the battle were treated as The decoys died in droves, and even the members of the Titan Legion were sent as consumables in a cruel battle with no chance of leaving under Raus' ruthless but effective calculations - in order to reach the top level of the main nest center as soon as possible, They didn't even have time to knock down all the surrounding fortress defense artillery points bit by bit according to standard tactics - as a once rich and prosperous giant hive, the Shadenus hive group had sufficient defensive firepower, and was seconded by Ravus. The Titans are destined to fall here, becoming a firm foothold for the Iron Hands on their way to their goal.
The Iron Priest has completed his use of steel to squeeze flesh and blood on the remaining mortals who have finally gathered, using some physical methods to forcibly stimulate the tired brains and bodies of the Astra Militarum from the physiological mechanism , so that they can charge after long journeys and battles, which will drain them of their remaining physical strength and maximize the last "effect" that these mortals can play after being driven here... …
After paying a heavy price—in fact, in the second half of the journey, almost only Ravus and the others were left to keep moving forward, and everyone else had fallen—the Shadenus Hive Group was finally opened. After entering the passage from the lower level of the core main nest, the one hundred and thirty-six steel warriors of the Rakuan clan are now reduced to less than seventy, and everyone is injured. What's worse is that.
The mortals and Titan Legion commanders who were summoned from the outskirts of the city to attack this place with them began to doubt, start to think, and start to guess because they could only see the "truth" in front of them in the ruins. They became dissatisfied because of their guesses. Dissatisfaction leads to perversity, perversity leads to self-confidence, and self-confidence leads to disobedience, or betrayal.
Betrayal.
Not only the Astra Militarum, but members of the Adeptus Mechanicus were also furious at the loss of the Titan Legion. It was obvious that at least some of them were involved in some kind of mortal conspiracy.
After sending a wave of command orders and encouraging slogans to the remaining warriors, prepare to use your weapons and steel bodies to crush the next wave of charging chaos eggs and twisted monsters. During the break, clan commander Ravus once for some unknown reason thought of the mortal officer who walked into his command post before the war and asked him questions, holding his head high.
There are many medals on the old general's uniform: the top of them is the silver-gray skull that marks the courage in battle, the sword that has completed the mission in the face of enemy fire, and the gun that represents the ability of a marksman.
These medals remained on the mortal officer's chest as he tried to talk to Lavus, and tried to use the things that mortals cared about to arouse mercy in his heart or what he thought was sanity. They reflected the dim light in the command post that imitated Medusa. . It must be admitted that Lavus did not intend to make the other party feel insulted or slighted during the conversation, but the long service life and the constant replacement of prosthetics for himself and the removal of the weak flesh that made him itchy made the clan The Commander confirmed that he had successfully purged almost all weak mortal emotions from his mechanical body.
For this reason, he did not notice how much he needed to explain to mortals or...at least how many appropriate hints he should give to prevent their minds from being caused by other people's own thinking. Occupied by something, though at the time, Alvin Ravus was not unaware that the plan he had devised was entirely fatal, being equally deadly to mortals, Titans, and Iron Hands alike.
Because he has been convinced that the Iron Hand will be the spearhead of sacrifice, and the sacrifice of mortals will make the spearhead faster and sharper.
The Commander of Rakuan is certain that his mortal and Mechanicum allies understand this too, that sacrifice is painful, but sacrifice is necessary, and as such they will obey his precise orders, placing His sacrifice was dedicated to victory and the Emperor.
But the fact that they did not receive the planned support at this moment shows that there are obviously people who cannot understand, but there are also people who obviously understand. " For the Emperor!" followed by a huge explosion in the main hive's air purification system.
Now those pieces of flesh that have not mutated enough but are huge in number have suffocated in the poisonous air of Shadenus.
The sickening wave of ecstasy surged over him again.
The demons were mixed among the Chaos Eggs. They used their mouths on various parts of their bodies to talk to them about Ferus's death, Ferus's screams, and Ferus's torture.
In an attempt to defeat the spirit of the Iron Hands.
What I got was silence and more wanton and violent attacks.
The unbearable feeling hanging over Shadenus is getting stronger and stronger.
The Iron Hands are getting closer to their goal.
Their numbers are getting smaller and smaller.
The only staircase leading to the top, along with the scroll of Hell, unfolded before the Iron Hands.
Gua.
Well, compared to the flavor of the original work, war and relaxation never go hand in hand. Fortunately, someone will soon solve the problem
(End of this chapter)