Chapter 443 Iron Warriors Demon Factory on Medlengard (4K6)
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“Eat a little, sir.”
Mikhail Lie Lieutenant Colonel Onid leaned against the shadow of a piece of dirty mechanical equipment. If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest, he would have been almost indistinguishable from a corpse covered in mineral dust and soot.
The lieutenant colonel's legs were spread apart and resting lifelessly on the ground. His hands were hanging on both sides of his body, and his head was also hung low.
His originally sky-blue dragoon uniform had been so stained by machine oil and dust that the original color was almost invisible and shabby. His once neat blond hair was now disheveled and sparse due to poison from friendly forces, malnutrition and malnutrition from the enemy. Turned gray and withered by extreme fatigue.
“You must eat some, sir.”
It was he who carefully held up a little bit for him with his rough hands, mixed with the thin, turbid nutritious soup that was black and gray on the sweatshop floor. adjutant, Elad. The sergeant looked at the highest-ranking prisoner alive here with the same tired and bloodshot eyes.
"What are you doing with it? Sergeant."
"Stay alive, sir."
Lieutenant Colonel Leonid felt a new wave of fatigue and dizziness hit him, and he subconsciously licked his cracked, dry lips.
"But we don't have long to live, Elad. Do you remember what Captain Eshara told us at that time? Those Mechanicus bastards lied to us all, and those cancer-causing drugs... If not Invasion, we will die as they planned later."
"I know. But we are the noble and unyielding Jouran 383rd Dragoons Regiment (Note 1). Members, sir, you have to eat something, get up, lead us to survive, and resist, escape, revenge? "Who?" Leonid seemed to be. Amused, he raised a lean arm and pointed with a finger blackened by soot at the scene of hell that was happening behind Sergeant Ellard and had happened countless times.
In the huge forging workshop filled with high-temperature steam and toxic exhaust gas, the main engine roaring and outputting huge power is being driven by the anger of the bound giant demon.
Under the gaze of the devil's scarlet eyes like fireballs, the driven forging hammers and machine tools were panting and emitting steam and black smoke. The furnace filled with bright molten iron opened its flaming red mouth with steel teeth and iron jaws, and there was no Burnt human limbs still hung between its teeth.
The alien runes emitting energy fluctuations etched on the ground form a huge formation, binding the red devil inside the engine, making its power here the main source of driving energy for the entire forging factory. .
In the distance, a tall, violent monster is patrolling back and forth. He is wearing black iron power armor, with yellow and black stripes painted on the dark steel. His roar is more like a harsh sound. There was a mechanical noise, smelly black grease seeping down from every hinge of his power armor, those ferocious-looking and excessive hoses bursting from time to time as he walked, spewing out hissing steam. .
Just as they were looking at him, the Iron Warrior slave owner was using his chain ax to split a slave who unfortunately fell to the ground and blocked his way into two pieces, and howled that the slave had no strength left. The latter was thrown into the mouth of the demon forge that was constantly spitting out bright red boiling molten steel.
Anyway, there are still many slaves, slaves are everywhere.
In this dark forge managed by the Iron Warrior Orbecks Zakayu, there will never be a shortage of consumables for labor.
If there are not a hundred slave workers, a thousand slaves can be found to fill their positions, and the same is true for the vacancies left by the death of these thousand people. This cycle continues, and the forge burns forever.
Those who have died or those who have not yet died are either fed to the devil early and become firewood or certain raw materials, or, like Leonid and Elad, they are fed to the mutant foreman every day. He drank thin nutritious soup at his feet, worked to death in the forging workshop, and was slowly consumed by hunger and exhaustion, until one day he fell to the ground and died.
The captives of the Yoland Dragoons who survived the battle in the Heart of Hydra and were taken aboard the dark Chaos Barge to this demonic planet with a black sun may have numbered three thousand, but Leo Ned didn't know how many of them were left now, but not all the slaves in this forge were Yolans, at least not those who were grabbing food.
The lieutenant colonel and sergeant in the shadows saw this Iron Warrior bastard turning his head and walking towards their direction. The long whip with evil energy stretched out from the mechanical arm behind the Chaos Warrior struck at The other slaves surrounding the trough used his loudspeaker to yell at these lazy bones to hurry up and work, otherwise they would be thrown to the devil - and the noisy latter was busy snatching the slaves who had been dragged. The thin and turbid nutritious soup in the food trough.
The slaves wailed and tried their best to avoid the slave master's long whip. They squirmed and gathered around the three bulldozers dragging the trough like animals. They fought for these putrid liquid residues, and even He did not hesitate to murder the companion who was his co-worker before.
They looked away from these slaves.
"So, will you get up and lead us in revenge? Or will you give up? Sir." Sergeant Elad's hands were still holding the nutritious soup, and some dripping liquid flowed from his fingers. The drops fell into the black dust on the ground and immediately disappeared without a trace. He stared closely at the man in front of him who was once the deputy commander of the fortress.
Leonid straightened his body weakly, stretched out his sore hands and took the handful of semi-fermented soup that smelled of sewers from the sergeant's hand.
He took a quick glance and found that there was a layer of grease floating on it, and there were even some solids at the bottom, but the lieutenant colonel decided that he did not want to know and should not think about what material these solids, which might be pieces of meat, came from. .
"You are right, Elad. The glorious Yoland Dragoons never give up, except in death."
Frowning, Mikhail Leonid of the 383rd Yoland Dragoon Regiment The lieutenant colonel lowered his head and drank the soup in his hand, and suppressed the feeling of his stomach churning and wanting to spit it out together with the gastric mucosa.
Perhaps Sergeant Elad's unusual performance attracted the attention of the Iron Warriors. This black iron monster exuding heat strode towards them, and the other slaves separated in fear.
"What?"
This monster, this monster who had fallen into Chaos and was once a warrior of the Emperor, leaned down, his full-face armor hissing and spitting hot heat from the gaps. The heat smelled like burning protein, and Leonid couldn't see the other person's eyes at all. There was only something like the light of a forge fire or the light from the demon's bloody mouth, peeping at his loyal partner from behind. Lan people.
The lieutenant colonel's eyes swung crazily in his sockets, and irritated physiological tears flowed from his eyes - a normal mortal would not be able to look directly at this stained eyepiece for too long, just like all the madness on this planet. Neither the object nor the abnormal black sun can be looked at directly for too long.
"You don't have to grab food, someone will give it to you." The Chaos Iron Warrior glanced at Sergeant Elad, and then turned to Leonid. "You are the leader of this group of people?" "I used to be their deputy commander." He did not say what happened to his commander. May his commander Pastor Woburn and other colleagues be in the throne of the God Emperor. Rest in peace, Lieutenant Colonel Leonid found that he could not deny that he was a little envious of them who had died in the battle a few months ago.
The Iron Warrior made a mocking sound that seemed to be entertained. The slave owner’s pronunciation grid was mixed with the harsh crackle of static electricity, "And you became our prisoner, slave, in In front of the Blood God, the honor of a guy like you is worthless. You and your military rank are only worthy of being fed to the machine."
The lieutenant colonel's courage was like smoldering coals when the opponent insulted himself. His legion and honor were once again filled with rage and hatred, so much so that he dared to taunt him face to face in front of a Chaos Space Marine who was one person taller than him. He tried his best to straighten his joints that were screaming in pain, and held He clenched his fists with sore muscles and looked directly at the opponent's eyebrows, "That's better than turning into a person like you who is neither a human nor a ghost. You can't even compare to a little finger of the Yolan warrior." On!”
However, Obex Zakayu felt a little proud, as if he felt that such a direct and positive offense was a kind of affirmation for him.
"Ha! Boy! Yes, you have some courage. Maybe you should join us! The God of War would like a guy like you. Look, what He gave me! An immortal body and powerful strength! And look at you! You are so weak now, as long as you... something!"
The slave owner turned his head in time, but was interrupted by the banging of the huge forging hammer in the factory, the rotation of machinery and other sounds. The loud noise covered up the attacker who was close enough and still successfully completed the sneak attack on him.
The tip of a steel mallet that was so thick that it seemed to have been premeditated hit the Chaos Astartes' helmet, making a muffled sound like a falling stone, interrupting the Iron Warrior's next steps. What to say.
From the corner of Leonid's eyes blurred by tears, he saw several ghost-like thin figures flashing past the edge of his field of vision. They were somewhat familiar. He vaguely recognized the sky blue of their uniforms covered by dust.
The lieutenant colonel jumped back two steps in the joy of hatred - the Chaos Iron Warrior who was attacked actually knelt down on one knee, as if he was stunned for a while by the sap.
At the same time, he also realized in his mind that this was a possibly unique and fleeting opportunity to escape.
"Open the door! Kill them!" the lieutenant colonel yelled at the crowd. At the same time, because of the excessive force, the stinky thing he had just eaten was almost regurgitated from his nostrils. It was cancerous. Pain shot through him in his gut, but he held it in.
Sergeant Elard moved faster than him. The thin but still strong man squeezed out the last of his strength. As he ran, he roared for any prisoners with the skills to drive vehicles to start the tracks. Type molten steel transfer vehicle.
The Yolan attackers responded to the commander with a cheer of victory. These big guys, weighing dozens of tons when fully loaded, were their only hope to break open the door closed by the mutant overseers.
The anger and hatred accumulated over months and even years of living under fear, torture, and abuse were like a volcanic eruption. Many other slaves here recovered from their indifference after a brief surprise and joined in revenge or revenge. The crowd trying to escape began to swarm towards the mutant overseers wearing rubber breathing masks, using rudimentary labor tools, fingers and teeth to attack and tear each other wildly until the shape of each other was almost indistinguishable.
The captives and slaves, who were as skinny as starvation, waved their branch-like arms and legs, bursting out with unprecedented power, and charged towards the forge and workshop doors - Leonid was pleased Seeing that, the ones who cleverly formed a team and went to try to drive the fully loaded molten steel transfer tanker were the Yolan prisoners, while the ones who couldn't wait to rush towards the gate of the Devil's Factory were the other slaves.
He was also about to start running to support and lead his soldiers - suddenly his heart clenched tightly because of the incident he witnessed, almost suffocating him instantly - the lieutenant colonel was horrified. Suddenly, he saw that the Chaos Iron Warrior, who had suffered such a heavy blow to the head that the head in his deflated helmet would have been deformed in ordinary terms, had stood up again, and began to pull out from under his hot visor. Sneered——
"No!!!! Stop!!!!" Leonid let out a desperate shout and threw himself desperately towards the pile of cables and soft objects that had begun to be lifted. Pipe the arm of the slave master.
Although severely twisted, what is now raised on the latter's wrist must be a twin bolter the size of a Space Marine. The gunfire spits out more than a foot from the muzzle, moving with the slave master The angle is like a sickle formed of flames and metal, harvesting the lives of resisters and escapees wantonly in the demonic factory workshop with nowhere to escape.
Large swaths of blood and minced meat filled the entire workshop in an unrealistic instant like splashed paint. The engines, machinery and lathes seemed to be more happy when they were watered with fresh blood and flesh. The imprisoned devil was in its cage. Watching all the chaos taking place, it laughed maniacally, motivating Orbecks to sacrifice more blood and souls to it and its master.
The slaves scattered in search of hiding places from this deadly storm of revenge, while the Lieutenant Colonel was grabbed by the throat and lifted up by another iron hand of the Chaos slave master, so that he could be more aware of his despair. to see the panoramic view of this one-sided massacre.
"Watch carefully! Slave! I am not happy!" the Iron Warrior roared, "There are many of your people here! They fight for you! And I want you to watch them die for you! "
"No!! !" Tears and sweat stung his eyes again, and he saw the whole head of the soldier who had just climbed into the driver's seat. It has disappeared, and the contents of some people's bodies are almost evenly "smeared" on some lathes and anvils.
But the brave Yolan vehicle driving team has achieved their goal. A fully loaded tank car rushed out of the transportation rail track and rushed into the center of the forging factory under the inertia of the last kick of the accelerator.
Realizing what was about to happen, Orbecks roared loudly, threw away the prisoners in his hands and rushed towards the forge engine.
But it was too late. Under the huge impact of weight and inertia, the fence around the engine began to bend and deform, and then the tanker overturned -
The tank cracked, and the hot Molten steel poured out from inside, instantly vaporizing anyone around him who had no time to avoid it into a plume of smoke. Then, as the Iron Warrior cursed angrily, it flowed onto the rune array on the ground, etching spells one after another. The ground was completely destroyed by molten steel——
The devil was released, and in an instant the dark, unspeakable thing swept across the entire factory floor. It was ancient, hungry, and fed on fear, pain, and hatred. The living stretched out their claws like black engine oil, instantly turning the approaching humans into charred fragments separated from flesh and bone. Screams and desperate moans filled the place. The ground was filled with high-temperature molten iron, and demons roared above to suck out souls. , in this scene that became more and more like a living hell, Lieutenant Colonel Leonid screamed in his heart for the blessing of the God Emperor while desperately searching for Sergeant Elad and others.
Because the slave owner just hurriedly ran towards the depths of the factory, there are no guards at the gate now. These few seconds may be the difference between life and death.
He coughed into his injured throat as he hunched over and rushed to the door, relieved to see Elad running towards him from his hiding place. There's no time to call everyone, there are only a few who can escape.
When they pushed open the door together, their eyes were stung by the abnormal burning and pale light of the sky outside.
Lieutenant Colonel Leonid suddenly realized that perhaps there had never been a suitable time.
A neat team of Iron Warriors stood silently outside the door. They held weapons and goggles coldly staring at the opened door of the Demon Factory and the slaves inside.
(End of this chapter)