Addish exhibits a more powerful psychic connection, connecting the souls of all five of us. Guided by Avtron, we close our eyes, but our gaze penetrates the ship's body and stretches out indefinitely. Our horizons grow to infinity, and the focus of our gaze sweeps over planets and leaves them far behind. A few seconds later, we've skimmed over the two planets on the outer side of the galaxy and focused directly on the second planet, which is the most suspicious place.

There is no atmosphere on the planet's periphery, and we can look directly at the planet's surface. Its surface is covered with huge craters, around which concentric circles appear as if ripples have solidified, and the surface of the rock is mottled with black and dark red. I'm no stranger to this kind of landscape, I've seen orbital bombardment, when the blazing spear of light tears through the sky and slashes the earth, melting the rocks on the surface into flowing magma. However, normal orbital bombardment usually only affects a few square kilometers of land, and a situation like this where an entire planet turns into a lava hell is beyond my imagination.

"This place must have been irretrievably tainted by chaos, or completely fallen into the hands of aliens, that has caused the most ruining wrath of the Empire." Ah Wei sighed.

Yes, Extermination Order, I remembered what it was. Thirteen years ago, when I was in that ice and snow world with the Valhalla Legion, watching the whole world fall into the chaos caused by the og-lua, it is said that the Inquisition also considered issuing an extinction order for a time, but on the one hand, there were wolf warships in space to thwart it with all their might, and on the other hand, we fought side by side with the wolf on the ground, and finally found the source of the pollution, the High Demon, and guided the Gray Knight to destroy it, preventing the further expansion of pollution, which saved that world. And it is clear that the Red Planet we are looking at now is not as fortunate as the ice and snow world that preceded it.

Our gaze roams the surface, sweeping thousands or even tens of thousands of square kilometers of ground every second, just like carefully observing a glass ball in our hands, refusing to let go of any detail. Although there is no atmosphere or water on this planet, and there is no biosphere of course, we all have a gut feeling that there must be something buried beneath the ground somewhere.

"Stop, go back to where you were." Velheim exclaimed.

The patrolling gaze slowed down and began to search further. In one area, we found anomalies, which were not bumpy and rugged like other places, although the same red-black rocky surface was very flat, and it was clear that the flow of lava and natural cooling could not have formed such a surface, which was clearly artificial.

"Tarmac." Velheim is concise and to the point.

And it wasn't just the tarmac, we soon found traces of a gate, which was only roughly camouflaged, and it seems that its builders did not consider the possibility of someone coming to inspect it. Warhammer: Dark Millennium, 174

Then, our gaze penetrates the surface and begins to extend downward. Underneath the gates are deep shafts with large lifts and multiple airtight locks, which are old but well-maintained and look ready for use. Huge storage spaces have also been excavated on both sides of the shaft, and various daily necessities and machinery and equipment have been piled up.

"We found it." Eddie said, visibly relieved.

At the end of the shaft, we see a huge underground world, or rather, a pit. Tens of kilometers or more of space have been dug out, and at the end of the darkness that is difficult for us to see, there are tunnels that stretch far away. Tens of thousands of miners - more precisely, slaves, who usually do not work under the whip of the overseers in shackles - work like busy worker ants in every corner of the cave. Chisels, drills and pickaxes hammer against the rock walls, separating the ore from the veins and loading it into rudimentary minecarts, where it is gathered and transported along rough ropeways or rails. In the dim and flickering light of the fire, the slaves described the withered trees as they faltered, sweating and pounding on the rocks under the shouts and whips of the overseers. Although we only have sight at this time, we can still imagine that the temperature and noise are high enough for mortals to bear, and the oxygen content in the air is barely enough for human survival, in such an environment that even the overseers who are clearly pagan clothes are unbearable, and the movement of the whip is weak, and as for the slaves, we have no time or interest to observe the bottom of the abyss, but it must be full of bones.

"The first time I saw Chaos so keen on production, I thought they were all living on plunder." I couldn't help but think, "There must be a large foundry nearby, and if this ore is used at a high enough rate, it will be enough to build a mechanized army in a few days." ”

Ah Wei said: "Rare and strange, when Horus rebelled 10,000 years ago, they took away half of the forces of the Mechanicus Cult, and they hid a lot of casting worlds in the subspace. If it weren't for the fact that the Mechanics of the ** had become unprofessional, and the mutineers had only taken away the Forge World, but not too many mines......"

"So now they have at least one more mine." Eddie said.

"And, if we just track down the ores, we should be able to find the location of their foundry." Velheim said.

This is just a pit, not a simple smelting facility for ore smelting like in many imperial mines, and the rudimentary and primitive mining tools used by the slaves show the poor production efficiency of Chaos.

The flow of ore was easy to find, and we fixed our eyes on a trolley gliding along the ropeway, watching the ore in it pour into a cart on railroad tracks, and watching it descend all the way to the lowest point of the pit. As we had imagined, there were countless piles of bones and corpses that had not yet decomposed, and as the minecarts traveled, occasionally more slaves fell down and piled the mound of bones higher, or landed on the rails, where they were quickly crushed by the heavy minecarts, staining the rocks on either side of the tracks even more red.

At the end of the tracks, we found what we were looking for, not a smelter, but a massive Chaos Altar, with flames of flames surrounding the deep sacrificial pit, and at the bottom of it was a subspace portal.

If the bones along the railroad tracks were any sacrifices, the sacrificial pit could summon an army of demons that was so large that I could have imagined, or maybe a high-ranking demon.

But here, it was not the slaves who were used as sacrifices, but the ores.

We exchanged views and came to a consensus: even if the slaves were numb from the long hours of labor and torture, and their souls were so weak that they were incomparably small, such a large number was still a great resource for Chaos, and the forces of Chaos here actually abandoned the souls of the dead and chose only ore as sacrifices, then it was obvious that what they wanted to make was definitely much more important and terrible than ordinary demons.

An army of mechanized demons made entirely of demonic engines? This is already the limit of what I can imagine.

"You're too conservative." Eddie criticized me and said. Warhammer: Dark Millennium, 174

"Obviously, that's not the end goal we're looking for." "Now that we've found this place, why not follow it further?" ”

This proposal was quickly accepted by everyone, and even the most conservative of them I couldn't object. Although the subspace is extremely dangerous, it is only our gaze that extends here, and no matter how dangerous it is, it cannot harm our rou-i and our souls - of course, if we see something too filthy, it will also hurt our souls.

Following the cart of ore thrown into the sacrificial pit, our gaze travels through the gates of subspace to the realm of demons and heretics beyond.

The first thing I saw was the smelter, where there were more than a dozen huge furnaces like a mountain, and although most of them were not in operation, the ones that were already in operation had caused a great visual shock to me. High in the air, crisscrossed by cobwebs, suspended minecarts moved like reptiles, throwing ore into the top of the crater-like furnace. Blowers, larger than several Riemannus tanks stacked on top of each other, expanded and contracted like a heart, causing flames and smoke to erupt from the top of the furnace, and the entire furnace itself was burned red, as if it would melt at any moment. At the bottom of the furnace, a stream of red and shiny iron water flowed out like a wide river.

There are also countless overseers and slaves, dotted in this scroll of steel and flame, as inconspicuous as ants.

Continuing to look at the flow of molten iron, what is displayed in our field of vision is a real foundry. The river of molten iron enters a huge tank, where a large amount of steam rises and then condenses, and the crude iron ingots are then removed by the mechanical arm and placed on the anvil. The huge hammers, each larger than the Space Marine's Thunderhawk gunship, struck the iron ingot with a shudder that shook the entire steel world, and the sparks flew like an entire regiment of petrified lizards firing.

The workshop is completely automated, and there is no room for flesh and blood to interfere in this huge facility. Here, even the strongest space marines could hardly pry the corners of the massive iron ingots, and mortal bodies could not even withstand the noise of forging them.

"Who can tell what this is making?" I couldn't contain my curiosity.

I pride myself on being well-informed, and I've seen all the common armaments of the Empire, whether they're complete or disassembled, and I can basically guess what they are when I see the parts. But here I could see that only plates of steel were made, very wide and heavy - by their thickness, it would not be an exaggeration to say that they were ingots, the thinnest of which were as thick as three or four meters, reaching the height of the Riemannus Ruth tanks, but in relation to their length and width, which were often tens of meters, they were indeed plates. In addition, there were a small number of columns, some of which resembled the steel beams used in the rapid construction of a battlefield fortress, only a hundred times thicker.

This is not at all building ordnance for use on the ground, and in my opinion, the products here can be built into a huge steel structure, an impregnable steel fortress. What's the use of this? Wait a minute...... What if it's not used on the ground?

"Your gaze ia-zhi your imagination." My companions sneered at me with kindness and understanding.

We turned our attention to this corner of the foundry. Here are some mechanical slaves with simple body modifications grinding and processing some of the smaller parts. I saw a rectangular sheet of steel with rounded corners, and after living and fighting on the ship these days, I was already familiar with it, and it was clearly a sealed hatch that could be found almost everywhere on a ship.

Yes, this is not at all something prepared for a ground war. This is building battleships!

All along, the warships of Chaos as we know them have defected from the Empire's side. While Chaos also owns the Forge World, it seems that they have never heard of them producing their own warships. But now, common sense is about to be broken.

"Chaos doesn't seem to have rubber, though, so what do they do to make sure the IG is sealed?" I subconsciously thought of this question.

"Soon we'll see for ourselves." Velheim said.

Our gaze continued to wander, and after a cursory glance at several workshops, we penetrated the outer walls of these workshops into the endless void of the subspace outside, and saw the whole picture of this vast steel world from the outside. It was a large steel creature floating in the void, perhaps in the shape of a disc-shaped center and several radially symmetrical arms stretched out, but by this time it had destroyed a large part of it, the central disc was mutilated, and only two arms remained. Between those two arms more than ten kilometers long, a huge battleship was being built, countless small working ships moving steel plates or beams onto its body, composing its keel, ribs, deck, and armor, and countless welds bursting out with starlight outlining the vast outline. Even though the vision of the soul is extremely broad, this steel creation still completely fills our vision, bringing us an incomparable shock to our hearts.

"An ancient foundry city, it's unbelievable that this thing still has a working ......," Velheim muttered, "I thought this thing was just a legend used by the Mechanicus to fool people......"

"And this battleship, at least six kilometers long, a battleship!" Avtron, who had been focused on maintaining his gaze, also opened his mouth rarely.

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I'm so miserable, and no one has a reward to comfort me?.

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