In a world of 0 and 1, in the circuit of metal and crystal, an invisible war is taking place.

Arsk, the Drowning of Tzeentch, is leading the Plague Apostles through the cabins of the Emperor-class battleships, searching for the 'rats' who are hiding in hiding, and the depraved mechs infected by the Waste Code Virus cooperate with their actions.

The remaining Human Federation soldiers and 2.5 Iron Hand Space Marines are fighting alongside the few remaining purely physical weapons to resist the attacks of the Spirits and demons, and with the help of the Iron Hand, the soldiers are no longer as panicked as headless flies as before, but the escape is still difficult and there is no hope.

Gradually, the Drowned Asker cornered the rats, and with the help of the Fallen Soul, Tzeentch drove the remaining less than 200 survivors into the subspace-filled engine room, where the elite veterans of the Iron Warriors sent by Perturabo remained behind.

As the survivors escape through the corrupt hatch into the engine room, they are presented with rows of black-holed muzzles, fully automated guided weapons created by Perturabo using forbidden technology, guarded by Iron Warrior veterans in the front and plague apostles led by Tzeentch in the back.

"Shoot lightly and spare them their lives!" Outside the engine room, the drowned Asque exclaimed excitedly, "I'm going to hand over their souls to Slaanesh Archdemon Encali for interrogation!" Maybe something will come to an end......"

The survivors shuddered with the sinister smile and terrifying words of the Drowning Ask, who raised the muzzle of the hot melt jet in their hands, while the Iron Warriors' veteran guards put away their powerful guided weapons and replaced them with modified blasters, and surrounded the little rats with the Plague Apostles.

The Iron Warriors were not active, and Perturabo went to duel with another Primordial, carrying the Domita Iron Guard with him instead of his weak heir, and the distrust and contempt of the Father of Genes made them linger, and the Iron Warriors, who were immersed in grief and pain, only routinely took up their weapons, and if it wasn't for the contract, they didn't bother to fight, preferring to find a corner and crouch down and cry.

"Heh......" The captain of the Iron Warrior Guard sighed deeply, his years of combat experience had made him instinctively aim his gun at the psionic on the opposing team, and then he pulled the trigger of the blaster.

But it was also at this time that something changed happened.

This arm-in-arm firearm is so unfamiliar in the hands of the captain of the guard, and the trigger of the explosive bomb, which could be easily pressed, is now as sluggish and hard as rust, and it cannot be pressed. The captain of the guard clenched his fist again, but the trigger still didn't move.

Then he discovers a terrifying fact, it is not the trigger that is jammed, but the power armor itself on his body.

The captain of the Iron Warrior Guard tried to move his legs, but he couldn't move, and the power armor cast from the clay steel was like an iron coffin that held him firmly in place, motionless like a statue. The same is true of the rest of the Iron Warrior Guards, who are stuck in place and motionless, and in a trance they make people think that they are a column of chess pieces on the table.

In the Power Armor stuck by the Iron Warriors, an invisible war is taking place.

In the world of 0 and 1, in the circuit of metals and crystals, the scarlet virus code runs wild, this super virus containing the wisdom of the gods was once like a bamboo, and Peturabo used it to sweep away Medusa, the mother planet of the Iron Hand, and humiliated and strengthened the machinery that regarded the mechanics of the Mechanic Order as divine creations, and also made the Federation Navy led by Gray Wind flee.

Iron Warriors' power armor and weapons also have the Scarlet Virus Scrap Code flowing in them, which is one of the contents of the contract, and the Virus Scrap Code is not only a means for Perturabo to control them, but also an invincible electronic warfare weapon for Iron Warriors.

But now, the weapon is broken.

An even more ferocious and domineering thing conquered the city in the power armor central circuit of the Iron Warriors, and the computing circuits on the etched metal plates were deep alleys, and the torrent of data washed away like a storm, flooded with water, washed out the virus waste code hiding inside, licked and devoured, and the wisdom of the gods struggled and wailed in the ocean of 0 and 1 until death.

In the digital world, the brutal war was reflected into reality in a matter of seconds, and the captain of the Iron Warrior Guard was horrified to see a series of incomprehensible strange codes in the UI interface of the helmet, or dark colors converging into a strange face that seemed to cry and laugh on the system interface.

"Kill the organism."

Under the influence of Protocol Correction, the Captain's Power Armor automatically activated the emergency life-sustaining mode, and syringes ejected from inside the Power Armor, automatically piercing the Iron Warrior veteran's skin, pushing a large amount of drugs directly into his arteries.

- When the wearer is fatally injured and dying, the power armor will automatically run a life-sustaining program, injecting a large dose of stimulants into the wearer, forcibly hanging his life.

Under the control of the Correction Protocol, the stimulants and nerve drugs injected into the veins of the captain of the guard far exceeded the rated safe amount, and he felt his heart rate rise rapidly, two hearts pounding rapidly in the chest, and a large amount of stimulant drugs flowed down the carotid artery into the brain, making his brain boiling hot.

Under the strange gaze of the survivors of the Human Federation soldiers, the hearts of the Iron Warriors beat faster and faster, faster and faster, until—

- Explosion.

"The organism is dead." A line of text popped out of the code for the Correction Protocol, this time in the words that the Iron Warriors could understand, standard Gothic.

In just a few seconds of confrontation with the Waste Code Virus, the Correction Protocol has learned the human language of the universe.

Two hearts exploded in the chest, overheated brains boiled in the skull, and the elite Iron Warrior veteran died without glory in his armor. Subsequently. With complete control over the Iron Warriors' power armor and all the weapons Perturabo had left them, the corpse-wrapped armors marched forward in unison, raising their muzzles past the vigilant survivors, and firing a plague apostle beside the smiling drowned Yask.

"Kill the organism."

"What?" The drowning Yask's face changed dramatically.

The Correction Protocol didn't say anything more, and the power armor wrapped in the corpse worked on its own, and the powerful guided weapon fired automatically, killing the plague apostle outside the engine with indifference, like a sanitation worker in a yellow vest routinely sweeping up the garbage on the street.

(End of chapter)