Chapter 1884 Honso
After entering the Palace of Thorns, Dasadra found that this place was more like an evil dungeon than a palace, full of gloomy shadows and ominous omens. Every vestibule and vaulted hall is dedicated to the dark evil god. Demonic statues can be seen everywhere standing on both sides of the road. The summoning circle is carved on the stone floor, dyed red by the blood of the sacrifice, and the hell flames of the ritual smoke the ground. Got scorched black.
The stone that built the statue was full of cracks and very old. The power of darkness and the evil material of the warp put them together. Everyone walked under the living light projected by the ghost through the stained glass, passing through the In the hall built of mortar and skulls, you can even hear the screams of the burned sacrifices under the towering chimneys on a pile of blackened bones.
Cultists and servants in black robes were busy, some were singing hymns, some were preparing rituals, some were reading forbidden books, some lost consciousness and muttered nonsense , began to fester in its seat.
The blood-hungry demon whispers to others, tempting them to plunge their ceremonial daggers into the backs of their enemies and friends alike.
Even under the dark shadows in the corners, behind the bloody tapestry, demons were at work, or rather they preferred to peek from the shadows.
Tyrant soldiers guarded the gate, wearing blood-stained armor, leaning on their spears, their clawed hands on the holsters of their automatic pistols.
Many Chaos Space Marines were also seen in the middle. Dassadra scanned the Space Marines deployed in the building with a strategist's eye. Some of them were subspace mutated monsters, or simply... Bound demon hosts, their rune-ridden armor smoking from this unclean place and their dark hearts.
But most of them are relatively "normal" red pirates. They gather together in small teams or war gangs. Some are patrolling, and some are just talking, but almost no conflicts break out.
Dassadra knows this kind of promiscuous pirates very well. It is not an easy task to maintain their discipline. Probably only people like Honso can do it.
Habibo seemed to have a very high status here, and everyone hid aside in fear when they saw him. Da Sadra guessed that the so-called "Defense Cleaning Officer" was probably a title similar to the military police, but under his leadership, at least all the way. Unimpeded, they strode up the palace's polished obsidian steps.
After leaving the palace, they entered a wide but deserted street. Chaos Space Marines guarded the corner of the wide staircase. These guards wore spiked Terminator armor and held explosive bombs. Their chainsaws were long, and their helmets had sharp horns. Under the rust of subspace, everyone's helmet basically looked like the face of a beast.
Soon, several Rhino personnel carriers arrived, and Dassadra looked at Habibo.
"Honso is not in the city?"
The other party let out a weird laugh.
"Lord Honso will not be in the palace most of the time."
After thinking for a moment, Dassadra nodded.
“It’s indeed his style.”
As he said that, he got into the Rhino’s cabin.
After more than an hour of turbulence, the convoy arrived at a noisy and busy construction site. This is the defense line being built outside the Palace of Thorns in Badab. Countless servitors and slaves have been put into an area thousands of kilometers long. , using various types of machinery to build tunnels and fortifications hundreds of meters deep underground.
Getting out of the cabin, Dasadra took a look around. There were undulating gravel slopes and large pits everywhere. A huge construction machine that looked like a dog-shaped Titan was digging the earth with two huge buckets. Open, countless ant-like workers are working hard.
When you come here, you can clearly see one of the nine huge silver towers.
It looks like some kind of living silver-white growth, rising from the ground, towering more than a thousand meters, covered with gleaming crystals and colorful flames, as if there are countless The fear monsters were singing and dancing on it. At the top of the silver tower was a huge burning eye that was constantly staring at the sky.
"Please come this way."
Following Habibo through the messy fortifications, Dassadra came to a bunker that was almost completed, buried deep underground. About a hundred meters away, it is made of metal and will be covered with massive rocks in the future. It has several passages leading to the ground and is connected to a dozen shallow bunkers, providing firepower covering a range of about two kilometers. district.
However, what is unique is that its shooting area is not outward, but inward, that is, shooting towards the inner ring of defense. "Adjust the positions of these machine guns, move this one five meters to the left, and this one"
Before entering the bunker, Dasadra heard a familiar voice, loud and clear, Calm and rational.
At the gate of the bunker, two intimidating Terminators slowly moved their spiked figures, with chain saws and axes crossed blocking the way, but after Habibo said a few words, they Then he gave way.
"Lord Honso is inside."
Habibo did not follow, and Dasadra walked in alone without bringing his entourage.
As soon as he entered, he saw the man, wearing armor similar to his own, with a bald head and a strange silver-white hand with a metallic texture. The skylight above the top of the bunker illuminated the bright outside. The light is introduced, making the arm very dazzling.
He turned his back to Dassadra, followed by several Space Marines wearing armor of different colors, pointing at a structural diagram hanging on the wall.
“The concealed self-destruction device is installed on the ceiling. The yield does not need to be too large, otherwise it will be easily scanned out. A small amount is enough, mainly filled with steel balls and fragments to ensure that it can cover every person in the bunker during the explosion. Space.
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Seeing that the other party was so focused, Dasadra smiled slightly and said:
"Old man."
The man was stunned for a moment and turned around.
His skin is pale, almost gray from the lack of real light, roughened by years of fighting, part of his skull is encased in shiny metal, his face is marred by old wounds and sorcery Distorted into a permanent sneer, one eye was also replaced with a mechanical prosthetic eye, and the intact eye met Dassadra's gaze.
This person is the Badab Defense Commander who was entrusted with an important task by Huron. He is a "hybrid" with the gene seeds of the Fourth and Seventh Legions mixed in his body. He also creates countless troubles for the Ultramarines. The Chaos Lord - Honso.
After seeing that they were his only few friends, Hong Suo's rigid face forced a rare smile.
"You are here, Dasadra."
Honso stepped forward, and the two touched each other's chests with their fists.
They were once enemies, but in order to survive, they became comrades who depended on each other for life and death. Their relationship can no longer be defined as brothers. Both sides can leave their backs to each other without hesitation. Among the Chaos Space Marines, This kind of trust is almost more rare and valuable than a battleship.
“You made such a big noise, how could I not come?”
Dassadra took a look at the structural diagram and could see various modifications scrawled on it with pencils. Then he smiled and said:
"You still like to do it yourself like this. I originally thought you had learned how to do it." Being a warlord, looking at your dusty appearance, is just like a construction worker.”
(End of Chapter)