At this moment, the desert area of Colches is no longer as calm as the observations suggest.

Just as Ryan thought, the ancient iron men inhabiting this planet are not any type that the Human Empire has been in contact with so far, and the advanced level of technology has produced a disconnection-level effect, even the high-frequency bird array cannot detect the specific situation inside.

Perhaps, only the Lord of Mankind, who has lived through terrible times, knows the true horror of these intelligent beings.

However, none of this was on Elaine's radar.

This burly steel giant is carrying a huge chainsaw axe in the desert slowly - she is wearing a special power armor comparable to the size of a dreadnought mecha, as a power armor that can adapt to the shape of the genetic prototype, its huge size is even comparable to the centurion armor of later generations, and its interior is needless to say, its heavy and thick terracotta steel armor is branded with countless mechanical witchcraft runes are enough to show the rarity of this Seiko power armor, The intricacies of the mystical structures and lost technologies within make it even more incomparably precious.

Able to walk on the ground in any harsh environment, the defense and armor thickness are doubled compared to the MK2 Expeditionary type, and although this exaggerated power armor can only be worn by the original, there are rumors within the empire. To develop a new type of power armor for defense - perhaps, this power armor is one of the experiments.

It is precisely because of this that it is worthy of the gift of the Emperor of God.

"Whew..."

Elaine walked slowly through the desert, the sound of muffled breathing coming through the filter grid, as if the enclosed heavy power armor was a little uncomfortable for her - and the original world line of Angelon had never worn any power armor, and it seemed that this had inherited Anglon's 'characteristics'.

The blazing wind and sand that could tear through the flesh of ordinary people were hitting the goggles on her helmet all the time, and the dull breathing through the filter grid was extremely evident in this unusually hot environment, and the footprints of her dull steps that fell one moment would be buried by the natural wind and sand the next, as if the scarlet armored giant had never come.

At this moment, compared to the huge desert of Colchis that is almost the size of the entire plate, even the body of the original gene seems to be like an ant, and the harsh wind and sand in the desert area have shown an extremely abnormal trend.

Ever since she stepped into the desert, the data parameters in her helmet had given her terrifying readings of the near-dead planets around her, and as she began to travel towards the location of the space-time fluctuations that had erupted, the radiation and spatial collapse data had begun to climb, and even the Terra atomic clock had been reporting errors, and the murmurs of psionic energy from the High Heavens had been echoing in her ears more often than they could have been in those city-states, and these were not the data that could be obtained by observation in those city-states, and they confirmed some of Elaine's conjectures about this event.

Chaos and Intelligence, the two most dangerous enemies of the Empire, may appear together, but it is not impossible—in fact, Elaine has already vaguely guessed the source of the crisis.

Loga, who has just awakened to her qualities, may not be good at dealing with such enemies, but the quality and caution of the First Legion and Ryan make it necessary for them to take every step of the way, and the Dark Angel's efficient actions have also freed Elaine from her job.

As a result, Elaine, who has experience in confronting chaos head-on, is the best candidate to be a pioneer.

There is no need to communicate too much with his brothers, and there is no need to sacrifice too many Astartes who are not under his command in an era when the Human Empire does not yet understand chaos, this is not like the life-and-death battle that faced the fate of the Legion, and Elaine also trusts in his abilities as a genetic prototype, and also trusts in the meaning of the arm that his father gave him.

After an unknown amount of time, Elaine finally made it out of the sandstorm.

Looking at the scene in front of him, he sighed.

"Finally... It's here. ”

The scene that catches your eye is no longer a sea of sand and storms that you can't reach, but a mechanical city that reflects the strange color of indigo, showing an incompatible atmosphere with the surrounding desert death, and the burly castle in the center is even more terrifying, and the top of the castle actually grows a giant eyeball that looks like a combination of flesh and blood of living creatures and machinery, and the hideous blood and cables are constantly wriggling in it, and the degree of desecration and distortion is probably difficult for even the space marines to look at directly.

She looked around, and countless twisted and waddling mechanical beings were scattered across the desert like corpses, but they seemed to be alive and well, whispering obscure words and gasps to each other, and the abundance of emotions was hard not to think about, their twisted and terrifying mechanical physiology was enough to keep every techno-priest awake at night.

That's where she goes.

Looking at the terrifying scene in front of her, Elaine did not react to any degree, as if she did not care about the hellish scene that could cause ordinary people to break down in an instant.

She even felt a little relieved, because in this strange and terrifying land, she felt the aura of chaos that she had always been very familiar with, and if it was the iron men she had never known, she might have felt a little afraid of the unknown...

And go to subspace... For her, it was like coming home.

In particular, the building in front of me resembles the creation of the Lord of All Changes.

"Ahh 42…”

"No, without violating the first and second laws, protect your survival as much as possible..."

“……”

As Elaine surveyed the horrific sight in front of her, a little staggering mechanical corpse squirmed to her feet, constantly tugging at Elaine's terracotta boots, using some obscure ancient language, as if praying for something.

Elaine didn't pay much attention to it, but trampled it to smash it indiscriminately, splattering countless electrolytes and cables like real flesh bursting apart.

And after those monstrous mechanical living corpses were shattered, a pale blue aura rose from them, and the psychic energy echoed with eerie laughter.

Elaine continued unconcernedly, allowing more and more fanatical mechanical living corpses to be crushed by her heavy iron boots as if they were actively acting as footpads, and the sticky, filthy cables and shards became as elastic and resilient as real flesh, forming a strange path of mechanical flesh and blood in the path ahead of the genetic prototype.

Elaine knew something was waiting for her.

It could be an extinction relic, it could be an ancient iron man, it could be Tzeentch.

She will be with her to the end.

……

……

Half of the codewords fell asleep last night!

(End of chapter)