Forward, survival, war, those things turned into filth and flowed into the sewers, and the expression was rich in blood, minced flesh, and disgusting, even if the Space Marines could block any breath through their heavy power armor, they still felt disgusting.

"Emperor—" The members of the Destruction Eagle stepped on the slimy, red putrid matter that stuck to the soles of the giant's feet.

"Sir, where will the massive amount of biomass get here? There are no oceans or large lakes, no fertile swamps or soils, and the cost of processing and using them is extremely high, but there are no specialized processing plants in the city. "An Astarte fighter realized something was wrong.

This sentence reminded the Master Chief, and he instantly smelled that unpleasant smell, which was very familiar to the Master Chief of the Destruction Eagle Warband, and he had tasted a similar smell more than once, that damp and dark feeling, like the materialization of intrigue and death.

"Who needs flesh and blood, the sludge of desire, brother, downward, along the Red River." The master chief walked at the forefront, the brothers were silent, just gently wiping the blade in their hands, and in this place, murder on the surface, contradictions, were also thrown into it.

There was no shortage of citizens of the Empire who had seen the entire Empire descend the Red River, filth and death gathering in this underground pipeline, and the Master Chief became more and more sure that he had found his target.

Silent and silent, dark and silent, the stench of blood and the methane from decay constantly soaking in this nightmare that stirred a cauldron.

They walked like a giant medicine bottle, and the main nest of mortals was more like a giant still, extracting those substances, separating them, and pouring them into it at this moment.

Now the desire to gather was almost real, and the Master Chief's footsteps suddenly slowed, and his superhuman sensation touched the enemy's location, turning off the grid, the sound no longer went out, and the communicator sizzled instead of the primitive shout.

"Found it, brothers."

"No accidents, as expected, but the trip so far, although it has been smooth, but in the face of chaos heresy and alien scum, we need to cheer up our spirits, only be strong, and never surrender."

"Down, for the emperor."

The Destruction Eagles strolled close to the end of the pipe, and the crimson thing came out of the pipe a full 6 meters long, and the dull dark blood slowly descended with minced meat and other objects, and fell at the end of the pipe on the slope.

Grunt, something sticky spilled into the giant metal boiler, but there wasn't a splash of water, so sticky it was too much to flow.

There are only five heavy servants stirring the huge boiler with the huge servo limbs that have been modified, but even if it is so large, it cannot hold so much biomass, only that it will continue to decline after a period of precipitation.

No one knows where the filth will go, but Master Chief can be sure that this is definitely not a loyal thing, or even the most filthy.

The bird scan slowly probed the space below, the small room that didn't react much, only the electrical signals on the servant's body, and the holographic projection displayed in the visor.

How to describe it, a word crossed the mind of the Master Chief, the kitchen, which was like a very good kitchen, full of all kinds of things for the servants to use, large knives for cutting meat, giant nets, small nets for extracting sundries, and so on.

The role of this is to keep this massive boiler running, and there is no doubt that there are still mysteries within this evil place, and now the Space Marines are about to raise this problem.

The Master Chief took out the data board and began to photograph the situation here, but there was not much to see in the pipes in the shadows, and besides, just such a picture could also be considered as a hidden underground biomass processing field, which still could not overthrow the current fortress of the Governor.

Master Chief picked up his monomolecular saber, pointed it horizontally at the servants, and then suddenly jumped down, and his body instantly stomped on the poor thing, poof, a faint voice appeared, and just as his companion reacted to the sound, several detached monomolecular sabers were thrown into the processing center of the servants.

The tacit understanding of the four interstellar marines made the master chief almost not have any worries to do the crazy things in the eyes of mortals, so one heavy machine servant was crushed to death, and four died by the blade, an existence that is difficult for mortals to deal with, and now it is as weak as a chicken.

"Cleanup complete."

The Master Chief continued to take pictures of the situation with the flatbed, and then grabbed the servants with one hand and casually threw them into the huge boiler, because the weight of their transformation slowly submerged into the liquid.

The proficiency of destroying corpses makes people frown, but a killing machine born for killing like a Space Marine, is destined to exist like this, but for now, nothing heretical has been seen in this room, and it can only be regarded as an ordinary Imperial fortress with a few bones and imperial symbols.

A little disappointed, after all, the place made by such a heretical traitor actually looked like a processing factory at first glance, but the Master Chief began to slowly bang on the walls of this place, the structure of this place is very strange, there is no gate, it seems that the servants are locked in this place like accessories to work, but according to the control desire of the mechanical pervert, he will definitely leave the door.

"Found..."Hot melting? Or power weapons? The sound of breaking was too loud, but the bird was not capable of detecting through heavy metal, and the Master Chief was a little unsure, and the servants certainly didn't have the key, because the environment here obviously didn't require them to have any rights.

"Break the door!" He took out his power sword, so that in order to hide the gate without using pure gold, he couldn't even withstand the blasting of the explosive bomb, just to make the movement a little smaller, he had to use the holy relic, which made the non-commissioned officer struggle a little in his heart, but it was also a flash, a weapon is a weapon, and no matter how sacred it is, it is also a tool!

This thought has led Master Chief to build miracles in many complex wars involving the honor of the Empire, and he has stepped to the heights he is today, and this time he has not betrayed his own path, so as to move forward.

The blade was about to sink into it, but the sensitive facial features of the master chief felt that something was wrong, snapping, footsteps, messy and loose, but it was there.

"Secret!" He sneaked into the corner of his field of vision in an instant, and some of the other brothers were hidden behind the boiler, some of them were as biased as he was, but he always managed to make his huge two-meter-tall body inconspicuous at the moment.

The door hidden in the walls of adamantite slowly opened, and behind the click of gears, a strange procession of about ten men, one priest, four cultists, and five servants, displayed their disgruntled gestures, the priest's mechanized grid roaring in place of his faint voice.

"Where are the servants? Are you not strict in your care? I asked to check the boiler regularly, so that the machine did not run into the boiler due to lack of power, and now I want to empty the equipment and get those big iron lumps out. ”

This was obviously not the first time they had done so, and those men seemed natural and skilled, emptying liquids, picking up tools, and clogging pipes, but their dedication was superfluous to the Star Marines, to the heroes of the Falcon Destroyer.

After a mortal cultist turned on the button, he felt a pull behind him, and then the cold metal pressed against his body, and it felt like a huge hydraulic press touching his head, and his eyes went black...

The Master Chief wiped the blood and bodily fluids from his hand armor, put the guy down, and quickly approached another mortal, slicing his head with a saber in an instant.

This is happening in all directions of the room, and it only takes one Space Marine to kill two people to turn the situation into a one-sided advantage.

After a few minutes, the mechanical priest was no longer alive in the middle of the room, his electromagnetic voice still calling them. "Norne, Bruno, Cade?" He panicked a little, as if he realized that something was wrong, and that the Mechonists were materialists, but he had indeed seen a lot of witchcraft.

At the moment he felt the line in his mind snap, but before he could pull his legs and try to run, the starmarine's thick arms gripped his head, and the entire display was only ice and pitch black.

"What do you want to do, traitor?" The Master Chief asked, and the priest replied with an emotionless throat. "I need to call for support, but apparently this matter doesn't matter anymore, let me survive, my data is the core of the door, my unmodified retina is the best facility key, I can guess what you need, demigod."

"Cooperation, let's cooperate, I have long seen that the Foundry Governor is unhappy, and this matter will be easier because of my joining." His speed of speech was extremely fast but standard, and he spoke fluently in low Gothic, fearing that the demigod on the other side would ask a word.

But Master Chief did say. "I see, thanks for the cooperation."

"I feel your loyalty, and now we just need a little bit of dedication."

The priest replied excitedly. "Yes, yes, of course!" Next, he felt thick fingers thrust into his throat like scalpels, destroying all of his vocal system, followed by a stinging pain.

The Space Marines pinched his head and pulled the entire eyeball out, as if he had taken a small side dish from a cocktail.

Blood, oil, and parts fell to the ground with fragments of flesh and blood. "Thank you for your dedication to the Emperor, Mechanic." The non-commissioned officer has always disliked traitors, not to mention that he doesn't like the Mechanic Sect either, and the two guys are stacked on top of each other at the moment, and it's hard for him not to start.

He picked up the eyeball and shook it in front of the hidden door, and soon, after sensing the wet eyeball of the person with the authority, the door clicked gears and opened.

The Space Marines walked out, and there was a pitch-black underground corridor outside, like a dug bomb shelter, but following where the fluids went downward, Master Chief almost instantly judged that it would be fine to walk through the slowly descending passage on the right.

But no one knew that dozens of Stormtrooper elites had crawled out of the pipes before the door to that room had been closed, not as graceful or even dashing as the Space Marines, but almost soaked in blood because of the stench and blockage inside.

Now they have to use the fastest speed to quietly get out before the secret door inside closes, which can be described as miserable, but even so, they have not given up the mission, and even slowly follow the extremely fast pace of the Star Marine, which also represents the limit of what humans can do.

The will and spirit of the soldiers of the Loyal Heir Academy are incomparable to that of ordinary soldiers, and the energy they have been following the demigods so far is nothing compared to the pain they have endured in training.

And after stepping into the bottom of the descending tunnel, the Space Marines activated the gate with their retina, and they slowly entered the deepest part of the ground, where the view was astonishing, where tens of thousands of densely packed giant petri dishes were cultivated with organic biomass solutions that resembled Zerg warrior bugs.

But the presence here is clearly more demonic than those extragalactic hunters, with a handful of mutated horns and crimson exoskeletons tinged with evil spirits, and a terrifying metal monster, the Gene Sage to be exact, Mirkor, is constantly pressing buttons with his tentacles on a high console, pulling levers.

Without the existence of a computer to judge the biomass and input required by each individual, he used his own judgment and technology to create this group of spearheads who belonged to him and were cut off from the will of the swarm.

This group of biological monsters can make up for the weakness of this world without intelligent control troops, and at this point, in this casting world, their ground forces will also be truly powerful.

And this powerful genetic sage is more like a monster than a mechanical sage, a giant spider to be exact, which is very different from what the Imperial Guard and even the Space Marines have collected and documented in the Empire.

He usually looks like an ordinary mechanical priest in the outside world, so that many people think that he is a lucky person with mediocre talent, after all, he has focused on people's livelihood for a hundred years of rule, and within the mechanical sect, he has made very few achievements.

And at this moment, the body of this monster has many artificial joints and arms to satisfy his absolute, for the control of this place, the huge platform can not accommodate his special body, the light of wisdom is circulating in his eyes, and the roar of the huge servo driving the body is even more amazing.

"What a monster heretic." The Master Chief sighed in the darkness and took out his data version to prepare for the shooting, only after this action appeared, the huge genetic sage made an almost gentle voice, completely different from his distorted appearance, but the same as the shell sound he was facing the people.

At this moment, a thought flashed through the mind of the Master Chief, could it be that he really loved the citizens of the Empire and wanted them to live and work in peace?

But he quickly shook his head, for the heretic spoke. "Welcome, Monks Astarte, I have met none of the most respected guests at the moment, and of course, if the Sun Lord comes here, I may have to repeat this rhetoric."

The master chief just touched his matching sword at the moment, and his murderous intent was already rising.

(End of chapter)