Chapter 444 If the signal from the God-Emperor is not good, we can also help out (4K5)-
The Yolan captives looked desperately at the Iron Warriors who lined up silently in front of them.
The slaves behind were still attacking the people who stopped in front, trying to escape from this man-eating sweatshop, until they saw what was outside, and screamed and ran back to the place they had just escaped from. Demonic Forge.
At that moment, Lieutenant Colonel Leonid actually heard the broken question coming from the mouth of the most pious and loyal Sergeant Elad: "God Emperor, have you abandoned us?"< br>
He himself looked at the Chaos Astartes in front of him with his bloodshot eyes wide open, with deep-seated hatred and resentment that he wanted to engrave in his soul in an instant.
These steel warriors remain silent, but their muzzles are equally stable. No one knows when the first explosive bomb will be fired.
In a few seconds that became eerily quiet, the wail of the dead blew across Medlengard's desolate, slave-blood-soaked surface, and a steamy hissing sound came from behind the fleeing people. The sound of footsteps that hissed away flesh and blood on the ground, and the slave owner's pretentious laughter.
"Look who is here. I didn't hear I had any new visitors today."
Obex Zakayu appeared from the demon factory he managed, The Chaos Overseer held a chain ax in one hand, the muzzle of his bolter pointed slightly downward, and stood vigilantly opposite the group of visitors with steaming heat all over his body.
“Where are my guards?” he asked bluntly, “Whose subordinates are you?”
Leonid endured the severe pain that surged up from deep inside his internal organs. His body must have been riddled with cancer cells. No wonder he felt strange when he saw them, so these group of guards were The scum outside is not the same as this bastard? That makes no difference, and it even means that the level of bad luck for the Yolan people has reached a new low in this matter.
For a moment, he had never even resented some specific people so viciously: If these uninvited guests had not arrived here at this time, wouldn't it mean that he and his soldiers might have had a glimmer of hope of escaping? Day of birth?
The Iron Warriors on the opposite side were still silent, but they were still neat and restrained, as if they were waiting for someone's order.
This abnormal discipline and silence not only made mortals uneasy, but also the slave owner, who was the Iron Warrior, began to become suspicious, and he raised his weapon vigilantly.
"So whose subordinates are you?" He asked again in a low voice from under his visor, and more hissing steam and black oil sprayed out from the breathing grille, " My forge serves the lords of Kallan-Gol, and you had better not think that I am alone.”
This time there was finally some movement on the other side.
The queue of Iron Warriors separated, and a figure walked out of it.
"The current lord of Calan-Gol? Well, obviously, a fortress like this will not stay without an owner forever. If you are familiar with this lord, I happen to be very interested in knowing about it. Wait, Obecks. Of course, it doesn’t matter if you don’t say it.”
The moment he saw this figure, Lieutenant Colonel Leonid of the 383rd Yolan Dragoon Regiment even thought that he wanted a miracle too much. hallucinations occurred.
This figure who clearly looks like the leader of the Iron Warriors is really... too "imperial".
The visitor is wearing a set of simple yet powerful power armor. Its shape seems to be similar to the Mark VI at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it is different from the same style worn by some Chaos Astartes. Lieutenant Colonel Leonid It’s hard to say.
But he definitely recognized the different paint colors on the silver breastplate from those of the Chaos Astartes (both were metallic, but the one that came looked more "silver"), which represented purity. Human skull decoration, a cloak made of normal materials (meaning it does not contain any human components), a golden ribbon and golden service spikes similar to those he had seen on the Imperial Fists.
As a defender of the Heart of Hydra, he was fortunate enough to have resisted the attack of the Iron Warriors with the Astartes wearing yellow armor a few months ago, and the imperial-style power armor Standing out like a moving target on this demonic planet, the Colonel admitted that a new surprise was growing on the edge of his rage.
At this time, the Lieutenant Colonel realized what he had just found strange: although the armors of these steel warriors were relatively old and dilapidated, they were all clean, and their owners had tried their best to put on their armors. The number of superfluous cables, twisted hoses, various spikes and any kind of twisted and crazy decoration has been reduced to a minimum level-meaning that a mortal can stare at them for a long time without feeling dizzy and nauseated.
The Chaos Slave Master behind him made a sound similar to surprise for the first time.
"Soltarn? Old stonemason? What a rare visitor." The slave owner of the factory narrowed his eyes, seeming to be assessing the equipment of the visitor he recognized. "It looks like you just returned from hunting outside the Eye? Has the Primarch returned to his palace? I have received no news about it, and the Ironblood has not appeared over Medlengard. And where did you come from? This advanced power ax? A reward from the original body?"
"It's me." The Astartes on the other side responded calmly, but did not answer other questions. The coldness in the mechanical voice brushed through Yolan's cerebral cortex like ice water, making him suddenly sober.
“Long time no see, Obecks, it seems you haven’t gone out much recently, have you been supervising the forge here?”
“Production capacity, Soltarn, production capacity, fortress The pressure there is very tight, but now the devil has escaped and the factory has to stop working." The slave owner pointed to the front and made a circle around him, "These slaves are useless, I was about to summon Wengfa. The Wraith of Loth, so that it can send them to the Blood Arena of Karan-Gol. "The Wraith of Omphaloth? Are you sure you can still summon it?" Known as Thor. The Iron Warriors of Tarn seemed to recall the name carefully. The few words leaked from their conversation made Leonid realize that the seemingly normal power armor and weapons on the newcomers may have come from a recent loyalist Ath. Tate victim.
"Ah." Obecks laughed ferociously and pointed at the remaining slaves in his factory, "Drive them to its platform. If there is enough blood, you will be able to summon it naturally."
The thought that these Cursed Ones of Chaos had killed and plundered the loyal Angels of the God-Emperor again combined with the scattered, desecrated corpses of Imperial Fists monks in front of the fortress they failed to hold, and the final words of his failure. Together with the mission memory, Leonid felt the pain from the depths of his soul with a double regret feedback, as well as the uncontrollable hatred.
He subconsciously reached for his power sword on his belt, but found nothing - then a strange feeling of gaze came to him, and a voice sounded in his brain.
+Don't move, kid. +
Leonid's nostrils are burning, the cancer caused by the poison that the Yolan people were once tricked into taking is still developing, blood is pouring from his fragile and ruptured blood vessels, and his brain is affected by psychic powers. The communications buzzed with pressure as if someone were stirring them with an iron rod. This is a wizard! An evil sorcerer of the Astartes! Before the final attack, they failed because of witchcraft and demons! That guy... was all... headless... He had seen with his own eyes that Captain Eshara was transformed by that bastard... that Chaos Lord in front of them...
A severe headache, dizziness and vomiting swept through the fugitive's body. He arched his body and grasped his throat tightly with both hands, almost wanting to tear his trachea open.
+…Hmm…? Very interesting memory, someone who experienced it. It seems I've come to the right place. But now, stop your wandering thoughts. Don't move. +
Then the lieutenant colonel peered through his own eyes in his own mind in horror, like a man desperately beating on the soundproof glass inside a container.
He watched his body stop its terrible spasms and twitches, lowered his hands meekly in the eyes of the enemy, slowly walked aside, and formed a neat queue, even Elad and the others were the same. ——Except for the eyes of his companions who were also desperately radiating fear, Leonid clearly understood that they were in the same situation as him.
"I noticed that this factory has stopped operating due to the departure of its power source, and its furnaces and forging hammers have quieted down. So, since these slaves are no longer useful, you might as well hand them over to me, Obecks. "
The slave owner held the handle of the weapon and backed away slowly, signaling his mutant foremen to slowly gather around with weapons and construction machinery, but Soltarn still stood there without moving.
"What do you mean? Old stonemason, don't think that you can take these flesh and blood resources from me if you live here long enough. Who doesn't know that your useless backer Felix is dead? They were bombarded to the ground, and even allowed that bastard Honso to take the opportunity to take over. But you can only build some stone houses and knock down broken walls. For ten thousand years, you have been huddled in your little stone nest with our poor company commander. Here, daydreaming about your past miserable days of serving the false emperor!"
"Thank you for reminding me of Flix's death, but I knew he died months or years ago. "Dead in the heart of Hydra." The Iron Warrior on the other side was still calm, "And I also know that Honso should have become the lord of Kallan Gal after him, and recruited me to serve him before we left. , he also left his lieutenants to take care of the fortress for him, but your tone is not polite now, so who is sitting on the throne of Karan-Gol now? "
"Is it Tora? "Mino," the slave owner, who already sensed something was even more wrong, began to move behind the factory bunker, "Master Toramino and Berossos jointly attacked Kallan Gaol after you left in a hurry. Onix, the adjutant left behind by Honso, died together with Berossus. In the end, all the remaining soldiers of Berossos and Honso's people followed Tolamino. Now the factories in this area, The farms and slaughterhouses are under his control - where are my fellow guards! Why haven't they come yet?
"Well... thank you for the detailed gossip information, it is very helpful. So, Obecks, you can go meet your brothers now."
"What..." I have already put myself The well-hidden Chaos Astartes glared at Soltarn in front of him. He remembered clearly that the old stonemason's ability was only useful when Chaos Lords were interested in his stone skills, so he would not Afraid of him, he has the blessing of the God of War. The God of War has no regard for this kind of witchcraft that lacks offensive power——
There was a movement in the chest of Obex Zakayu, and the ceramic breastplate was broken. The sound of steam roaring became louder, because a sharp and thick stone spear protruded from his back like a lance, piercing him from back to front.
The Iron Warrior slave owner looked down in shock at the rocky spear tip that poked out of his chest and was almost as wide as his ribs. It was covered with his own blood, but it was more black and The dirty grease was also steaming, as if the place it had just come out of was more machinery than flesh and blood.
"You..." Then Obecks collapsed like a broken machine, and the mechanical arm behind him twitched randomly due to the last nerve electrical stimulation signal. He waved and swung the energy whip around, making the mutant foremen around him roll on the ground and howl.
The fallen and broken body of the Chaos Slave Master was like half a wall blocking the way of the slaves who had not yet escaped from the factory. Many people ran to the door and started crying again when they saw the Iron Warriors lined up outside the door with guns raised.
“Ah, it’s chaos.” Soltarn, known as the “Old Stonemason Man,” shook his head, “Philharmo, or can you do me a favor?”
"I'm not a professional at this." An Astartes walked out of the queue beside him in protest, but he still moved forward to check on the fallen Iron Warriors for his superiors. corpse.
Leonid's soul looked out through his dull corneas at everything that was happening.
The armor of this new Astartes is slightly different from those around him. It is cleaner and has a newer style. Obviously its owner has tried his best to maintain it in this environment, but he still doesn't have it. The power armor of the Imperial Fists that I saw in the Heart of Hydra was as neat and bright as the ones I saw.
In addition, it is also painted a silvery gray, a color that is more similar to the armor paint of their wizard leader than that of his companions. —Perhaps this was a lieutenant who was deeply favored by his chief.
The Astartes, known as Filhammer, squatted down, carefully pulled away the remains of the Chaos warrior who had just died, then reached in and dug out - then he retracted his arm, While shaking off the black and red things stuck to his hand armor and arm armor, he shook his head, "There is nothing usable, his seeds can't be used, inside... um..."
"Are you sure? "
"I'm not a pharmacist, but." Phil Hammer paused, then reached in, grabbed something on the dead Obecks' chest, and then they saw A lump of flesh wrapped in scarlet tentacle-like tissue and black things was pulled out and thrown to the ground. Leonid's soul felt like vomiting in his mind. He prayed for the mercy of the God Emperor. He swore that he saw some black stuff in the moving mass of flesh, the same as the one that had just swallowed up other people in the factory——
Soltarn sighed, and then raised his finger, lifeless. The ground flowed creepily, and the rocks came to life, squeezing each other and starting to squirm downwards. After tens of seconds, there was nothing on the ground here, not the weird piece of meat, nor the killed ones. The body of Obecks, that violent monster seemed to have never existed in this world.
Leonid felt chills all over, and for a moment he wondered where the Iron Warriors who were originally guarding here had gone.
The Lieutenant Colonel began to scream in his heart, what kind of evil Iron Warrior did they fall into the hands of? How long will this nightmare life continue on this devilish planet? God Emperor! God Emperor! If you can hear it! Please help us!
As if hearing the fierce prayer in his heart, Soltarn turned towards him. The four golden service nails on his brow bone were reflecting the light of the sky like burning white phosphorus.
“Ah, here the voice has difficulty reaching Him, but you are blessed that as part of our noble and merciful Father’s answer to your prayers, you will next serve me.”
I don’t need the damn reply from you and your evil god...
Before the last thought came to an end, Slave Yoland finally passed out from the pain of happiness.
(End of this chapter)