The sun shone brightly, and the Wintal brothers' white cloaks fluttered behind him like white flames, and the assault bike roared. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

At the thought of the Iron Warriors, the fatalistic traitors still in this world, Wintar, in the name of the Emperor and the Wings of the Blades, could not stop his determination to take revenge.

It's almost over, every step they take now is burying these shameful traitors.

"Brother Vental!" Suddenly, a voice sounded in his head, if it was someone else, in the name of the emperor, Wintal would have dismantled it in eight pieces, but this voice would not.

"Is there a situation? The Pripetius Brothers. "The one who came was his combat brother, the director of the think tank of the war group, and his staunch comrade-in-arms.

"There are good and bad."

Wintal's grim face under his mask immediately tensed.

"Makan has discovered the Emissary and the Catalyst, and he intends to kill them."

"What about the okay?"

"He was seriously injured by an orc nervous boy when he discovered another group of emissaries."

This is good news.

"We'll do it as soon as possible," the priest nodded slightly, then paused, "Brother Pripetius......"

"What's wrong?"

"Don't do that, brother, it's too dangerous, his strength has been greatly weakened, but his experience and cunning are still there, and the Great Heretic of the Dark Mechanics is all around him, and if this continues, you will die."

There was silence.

"Remember how your mentor, our Supreme Think Tank, died." Wintal reminded again.

"Never forget!" The face of the director of the think tank suddenly seemed to burn: "That's why we have to do it." ”

Contact was lost.

The older priest sighed and increased the throttle.

Behind him, more than a dozen sword-winged knights on assault motorcycles rushed forward like arrows against the wind and sand.

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Lester watched indifferently as Makan flew into a rage, cursing furiously at the orc raid.

"Those beasts, how dare they do anything to me? How dare they destroy me, the altar of witchcraft of the great Makan?! ”

"I'm more curious about how they found you and how they attacked you."

Makan was silent for a moment, then suddenly stretched out his left hand and grabbed his armor, and then released a purple-black flame, an arc of electricity flashed where the flame had been burned, followed by a boom, and when the sound disappeared, there was a black mark on the armor.

"I still underestimate that orc." Makan said in a calm voice, "He left a mark on me as he attacked me, and I didn't even notice it before. Damn, how could he be so smart, isn't he an orc? ”

"You've lost your composure, Makan." Lester made a metallic grinding sound.

"I don't think under normal circumstances you'd be toyed with by an orc to such an extent, you're impatient after being injured by an enslaver, and if you continue like this, I'm afraid I'll lose a buyer if you continue like this."

"I don't need you to remind you about that." All the anger in Makan's tone was gone, and only endless coldness remained.

"Anyway, the only ones who stay at the altar now are worthless slaves, and the garbage can be replenished at any time."

Then Makan's eyes flashed with purple-black light, like a raging flame: "Since that orc dares to come to me, then destroy him here!" No one can offend me twice and survive! ”

Makan said this, and with his words, a dozen huge war engines came out of the darkness with a roar.

Lester silently stepped to the side and watched as Makan slashed towards the orc camp with his smug, and then one of his mechanical prosthetics reached out in front of him, clutching a strange machine on the mechanical claw at the tip of the prosthetic.

At first glance, it seems to look a bit like an imperial communicator, but what is creepy is that the walkie-talkie, which should have been smooth, is now covered with all kinds of protrusions like blood vessels, and it is still writhing and twitching, and there is even a bright red eye staring closely above with resentment and pain.

"Take over the fifth forging shop." Lester's unwavering tone passed.

The machine's eyes were fixed on Leicester, then it spun twice quickly, and then a sound like rubbing sandpaper came from the surface of the communicator's vessel-dense surface.

"What are your instructions, Director of Forge?"

"Don't pretend to obey me, Hendeck, Abaddon sent you to my help, in fact, to take the opportunity to kill me, do you think I won't know?"

"No, Master Smithing." The voice continued, "Lord Abaddon sent me here just because he was worried that you wouldn't be able to finish the project immediately, and besides, you put me in charge of the Doom Engine, how dare I think otherwise?" ”

"Your lies may be able to deceive the mad dogs of fear." Lester said: "But I'm not interested in it, report on the progress and don't waste my time." ”

"Alright, Master Forge Director, the main body and power source of the Doomsday Engine have been buried, but the third main weapon and the Berserk Forge have not yet been erected, and we are short of labor, and the production capacity of the Soul Forge Well is not enough."

"About that." Lester said, then used his other mechanical prosthetic leg to lift the heart-like instrument he had collected his soul from earlier, and looked at it for a moment.

"The soul will be solved soon, and as for the labor, let your esteemed Lord Abaddon send another batch of slaves and transform them into dark servants, such a trivial matter should not need me to remind you again, right?"

"Yes, Master Blacksmith." The rubbing voice responded.

"When will you return?" Need me to greet you? ”

"Just mind yourself, Hendeck." Lester said, then cut off the communication.

The communicator's one-eyed stared at Lester viciously, and then a resentful voice came: "You will die a bad death, lowly human, I will make your soul a specimen!" ”

"Wait, demon, I don't think you have what it takes." Lester then retracted the communicator under his cloak.

"No one can stop my ambitions, no matter who they are."

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Lester is hard to guess, not because he is fickle, but because his way of thinking is completely incomprehensible even from the point of view of Tzeentch. Leicester has a purpose, and always will be, and can devote a lot of time and energy to that goal.

Lester has an army of Dark Servants, Demon Engine, Flesh War Engine, Chaos Knight Titans, and Chaos Titans, and likewise, he has a large fleet loyal to him, but Lester rarely uses this destructive army, instead, he always serves the war-hungry Chaos Lords, Chaos Champions, and even Demon Princes in the subspace, collecting slaves and souls in return to provide a large army of filthy steel.

In addition, there is secret information that a century ago, the Marauder Abaddon placed a huge order with the Director of the Dark Forge, and it is unknown what exactly he demanded and what he was paid for.

But in any case, this evil deal will definitely have far-reaching consequences.