Chapter 333 Red Mountain Peak (Note 1)
“This style of power armor is very old.” Dietrian, who came from behind, immediately started teaching his little apprentice with great interest, “Look, These characteristics... Oh, these are fragments of a very old Mark II type, and there are some unusual impacts and severe ablation marks here... And from the fragments, it seems that more than one Fifth Army soldier was killed here... ..."
"Okay, Dietrian, the teaching time can be postponed." The hair on the black and white cat on Lamizane's shoulder was all blown up, and it refused to hold on to his tall shoulder. Going down, this made everyone more vigilant, but this cave, which was tens of meters long, wide and high, and filled with dead organic matter and inorganic matter, was still dark, but some unusual smell molecules and dust were stirred up. , captured by the sensitive genetically modified organs of the Astartes.
Although the "psionic" creation of the Lord of the Night has prevented them from being too affected by the crazy ruins here, the smell factor is still very subtle.
That is the smell of machinery and flesh and blood being fully integrated and then burned by high-energy energy.
Not the normal smell of war relics.
The Night Lords, who are proficient in the art of flesh and blood, are very sure of this.
Flesh and blood are like machines, and machines are like flesh and blood. Things without souls are as flexible as living things.
They tasted the hungry and rancid smell of dark machinery that was more heretical than heretical, flesh and blood creations fused together by bad subspace energy. As Dietrian said, "Even if I leave Mars and wander around, People who have been on the edge of darkness for thousands of years find it too blasphemous."
Bolters, heavy bolters, chainsaws, and power swords were silently raised.
The smell of dead people and dead machinery became even stronger, carrying an unbearable fishy stench of hot heat.
The midnight lords' hunting vision, which can see all living things, is still dark.
"This is not a normal temperature, certainly not a real temperature. Otherwise we would not be able to see it."
"Stand behind us!" Ciel raised his new mine Hammer roared loudly and pressed the switch of the force field. The crackling energy field began to jump on the hammer's head. At the same time, he strode forward with Ptolemion. The latter raised his gun and his extremely high defense force. The golden eagle shield and the charr advance together.
"Your Highness!" Dietrian had already begun to lead his apprentice, who was desperately covering his ears, to the corner of the entrance. "You said that the command center and power source here are dormant!"< br>
"I said it." Lamizane stood back calmly, and his black and white cat jumped down and started to arch its back and growl at a certain place in the darkness. The Lord of the Night turned on the light at that place. . "But this thing is not alive in the first place, and it is difficult to judge its sleep quality."
When the huge black shadow quickly crawled toward them with several metal limbs on the ground, they initially thought it was It was a giant mechanical insect—a spider or something—and Dietrian confidently raised his high-energy pulse gun.
In the indescribable stench like a swamp full of corpses, the thick mist of engine oil that is heated and evaporated, the murmurs of countless murdered people over the past ten thousand years, the hundreds of billions that have been cut and gnawed into pieces but cannot be dissipated. The human souls and their resentments, like the weird laughter of the subspace creatures hovering above the rotting corpse, were attracted to it, and a form that could only appear from the most primitive and deepest nightmares emerged in front of everyone.
“…Holy ASS!”
“The big wrench of Ohm Messiah!”
Someone cursed.
What appeared in front of them was a creation that could not be accurately expressed in normal language.
When the Lord of the Night projected a faint beam of light onto her, people saw countless internal organs tumbling in the transparent amniotic fluid chamber formed by the metal frame: some were adults, some were children, and some were human. , and there were also alien ones. The metal mechanical tentacles penetrated all the flesh and blood, weaving a web of debris that was swollen and deformed by soaking in rotten amniotic fluid in her huge bulging belly.
Yes, almost everyone was surprised to find that the neck of this blasphemous creature was not a head, but a female body made of rusty metal and rotten flesh and bones, with a culture tank underneath it. The organs in her body were connected by various cables, as if she relied on them to absorb these slurries that smelled strongly of ammonia and indole and concentrated fermented nutrients.
She even has extremely long, messy hair, but if you look closely, the long hair-like things are flying in the air on their own like some kind of tentacles or the head of an eyeless carnivorous hagfish. The ends of it are equipped with tiny shiny hungry nano-teeth and micro-drills. It is obvious that any unfortunate guy who is thrown in will be immediately drilled into a porous flesh sponge.
The woman who crawled over the huge object raised her head, and from behind her messy hair, she used her dark, toothless mouth to yell vaguely at the group of uninvited guests. At first, they thought she was speaking a language they didn't understand or something they didn't understand. It's the roar of a wild beast. But then they understood what she was talking about. Without any instructions, the fire from the bolt muzzles lit up at the same time, and at the same time, several melta grenades were accurately thrown at the monster.
"Hungry!" she roared, "Food! Give it to me!"
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"Throne of Lies Ah!”
"The throne is up!"
"What the hell is this?!"
After a round of bombardment, the uninvited guests discovered that her movements were slower than she looked, because Although she is already huge enough, those strangely enlarged organs are not her feet. Those spider-like limbs show a rudimentary, rough and clumsy appearance that is incompatible with her main body. She moves seemingly fast just because she is huge enough. .
So although those bolters failed to break through the enemy's defenses, the melta grenades obviously caused damage and frightened her. She cursed them viciously, but her desire for fresh food made her Hovering around all the time, the ancient and decaying armor and cables were torn away in one precise defensive attack after another, and her long hair of claws and teeth also tore the ceramite of the Space Marines, and what she ate was A little bit of flesh and blood made her crave more and more, and she attacked them like a hyena.
"The Witch of Salamas," said a voice, "once the supreme sage and mistress of Ulan Huda. Now just a woman who knows nothing but the appetite to survive. Something.”
"Ulan Huda?! Star Hunter?! Planet Devouring Engine?!" Apparently someone knows this term. "I thought it had been broken or destroyed when escaping into the subspace!"
"Obviously, it was almost destroyed. It should have been a desperate assault by Zhenjin Khan and his White Scars warriors to destroy the center. The furnace lost most of its power when it jumped near Thesa Guasa, but it radiated chaotic biomechanical energy outwards in the subspace, attacking her limbs on one side. These should be inferior materials that were later pieced together. In the last battle, we were cut in half by Leon El'Jonson and lost the ability to move, otherwise we wouldn't have been so easy——"
With a shrill howl and a louder cry from the crazy witch Screaming, her fermented entrails jar, which was tightly protected by broken metal and shimmering shields, made a cracking sound, and the cracks began to spread like cracks on the ice as the claws penetrated.
The triumphant black and white long-haired cat emerged from the gap under the blasphemous organ sludge tank, and no one noticed when he jumped there.
(*Why don’t you solve it in the most certain way we saw? I can do it while you guys are chatting there...)
"...Run!!! Oh no!!!!"
With a soft sound like ice cracking.
A stench like sun-baked sewer swill, seabird offal fermented in the belly of sea animals for three years, spoiled canned pickled herring, and the vomitus of a gastroenteritis patient mixed together quickly. pervades this almost airtight space.
“…”
“…”
"..."
"Guess why I...vomit...don't...use...vomit..."
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(Note 1: I did some research on the place name Ulan Huda. In Mongolian terms, the closest Ulan Huda should be Ulan Hada, a red mountain peak. Some people would say Chifeng in Inner Mongolia. , which is also true, but what is more in line with the characteristics of the Forge World is the Ulan Hada Volcanic Geopark in Inner Mongolia, because the peaks here are named after the alchemy furnaces, and will be prioritized on the English tourist map, furnace + Wu The name Lanhada is almost certainly borrowed from the name here)
(End of this chapter)