Russell took off his mask and burned the vomit on his face with psionic flames, pinching his nose and looking around amid the stench.

The fortress is the largest structure on Battle Moon, but the word "fortress" is actually a description of its level of defense, and the overall shape of this large structure is actually a towering minaret.

The arsenal for assembling ancient junk and tin giants, the shipyard for building starships, and any other orc war facility are all centered around the tower, radiating out in all directions.

However, only when you enter the interior can you really know that this majestic tower is only covered with a thin layer of iron sheets on the surface, and there is no metal component in the interior of the building, and there are twisted and strange purple and red flesh everywhere, and the whole thing is a huge sarcoma covered in iron sheets.

Russell pinched his nose and took a closer look, the existence of blood vessels could be faintly seen in the slightly beating wall, and the floor under his feet was also slippery and soft, as if stepping on the belly of a greasy fat man.

He walked down the foul-smelling flesh road, not seeing anything alive except the fortress itself. It is only in some hidden corners that you can occasionally see tree root-like structures sticking out of the cracks in the walls.

The ethereal psychic energy pulsed slightly in his eyes, and the scene in front of Russell's eyes changed rapidly.

Crossing the waves of subspace, he saw that there had been a fierce battle here before he arrived.

These root-like creatures were originally large, strong, heavily armed green-skinned orcs that had been wiped out by the Space Marines commandos who had broken into the fortress and had to pay a heavy price after a fierce exchange of fire.

The corpses of the orcs, which had been scattered by the blasters, had some unexpected changes after the Astartes left—their flesh and blood were rapidly decaying, and thick roots were pulled out of the corpses, crawling like earthworms into the dark crevices, taking root in the filthy flesh of the fortress, never to move again.

Russell squatted in the corner of the wall and picked up a slimy nodule with the Huntress's Blade, faintly, this thing seemed to be gradually growing into a human face, and the small appearance was really kind.

"It's polluted like this, and I don't know if it can be used." Russell shook his head and sighed, shook the slime off the blade, and continued walking.

He didn't encounter any danger along the way, the structure of the fortress was intricate, like a network of blood vessels in the human body, and the orcs who stayed behind were either assimilated by the fortress, and the few remaining troops were mostly killed by Astarte.

The reason why Russell never saw any traces of the battle was because whenever the assault team ended the battle, the Silent Nun in the team left with the team, and the flesh and blood without the influence of the untouchable would immediately return to the control of Chaos.

Whether it was the corpse of an orc that was blasted to pieces, or the chainsaw sword that broke in the heat of battle, or even the bullet casings thrown from a large-caliber firearm, or even the corpse of a space soldier wearing terracotta armor, they all quickly melted into this living fortress and became wriggling flesh and blood.

Russell's footsteps continue to go deeper into the ground, and the influence of the subspace around him continues to become more and more serious.

Grey Wind had wondered why the Battle Moon had not provided any fire support for the space naval battle in orbit since it appeared over the second moon, why the orcs with superior power were still being chased by the Imperial fleet, and why the escort fleet following this celestial armory was so scarce.

Russell can give it the answers right now.

It's simple - the battle moon has rotted from its roots, and only the industrial zone on the surface of the astral body still retains its ability to fight, and its interior has been completely deformed into a stinking filthy dung pit.

Russell wanted to chat with Grey Wind on this topic, but at this depth, the depth of the interference in the subspace had rendered the conventional means of communication in his hands useless, and it was not ordinary boring to find someone to communicate with in such an environment.

Closing his eyes and feeling the subspace evil energy surging deep underground, Russell could feel the foul pus from Nurgle and the waaagh of the orcs!! The force field is engaged in subtle and fierce confrontation at every moment.

It is also because of waaagh!! The existence of the force field made it impossible for Nurgle's power to truly come, so that such a place polluted by chaos was not wriggling around with cute gadgets like Nurgle's spirit.

At the same time, they resisted the subspace pollution and the pursuit of the Imperial fleet, and it was a shame that they were able to survive until now...... That is, the green skin, in exchange for any imperial world suffering such pollution, it should have dragged the family and thrown themselves into the mix. For a while, Russell began to feel a little pity for the orcs, thinking that it was really not easy for them.

But mercy is mercy, what should be recycled still has to be recycled, and the bugs are coming.

Russell casually burned the mask in his hand to ashes, and replaced it with a hazy psychic mist that obscured his face.

After re-camouflage, Russell followed the steps of the assault team and hurried to the deepest part of the fortress.

Beneath the fortress, countless flesh-and-blood corridors are intricately intertwined into a network of blood vessels, the scale of which far exceeds the size of the building itself, and in a trance it makes people feel that they are not walking in a dream.

The deeper you go, the weaker the existence of the real universe becomes, the less steel there is, and the more and more biological tissue.

Stout roots and veins, rotting abscesses and slime appeared on the walls more and more frequently, and from time to time a few slimy, snot-like gadgets came out, indicating that fatherly love was coming.

And at the end of this network of blood vessels, in the deepest part of the fortress, on the floor where the murky soup flows, there is a throne of flesh and blood full of tumors and pus.

The throne of the orcs was originally made of steel, but now it was covered with all kinds of strangely shaped teeth and lymphatic tissue, and the thick roots of the tree were like a slap to hold the entire throne firmly, and even the large green skin sitting on it was also grasped.

Dull whispers echoed around the throne, like a kind father untirelessly professing his clumsy love for his child, and the mighty orcs wrapped in rotten flesh and roots responded with angry grinding teeth and low growls.

On this evil torture instrument that no longer belongs to the real universe, it is "waaagh!!" It has always maintained its will.

It's been a long tug-of-war, but the end is in sight, and it will be a victory for the Father.

But suddenly—

The rumbling chainsaw sword split the muscle fibers that wrapped around the walls, and the burly warrior in pitch-black armor, sword in one hand, gun in the other, stepped on the ground covered in blood and pus, and he broke into a desecrated land of chaotic energy.

The fighting brothers who traveled with them had already lost more than half of their way here, but they did not have the slightest hint of timidity in the face of the distorted and strange evil picture in front of them.

The Astarte monks and the last remaining nun of Silence followed closely in the footsteps of the war leader, and the think tank in the team opened the Emperor's Word in their hands and whispered it, trying to use their psionic energy to dispel the evil forces that tried to corrupt their armor and hearts.

With the viscous sound of flesh being torn apart, a huge hydraulic claw broke through the wall, and one of the two Divine Dreadnoughts traveling with the commando team had fallen, and the surviving one drove the mecha that had begun to appear flesh and blood distortion to survive here, ready to give the boys their last help with his own life.