"You're living in something built by the Iron Warriors?"

Kiliman, who is good at management, is not interested in the information provided by the human slaves in front of him, but more interested in why they are here.

So Kiliman spoke directly to the slave leader, who was trembling with fear.

He also got a response.

"Why do you think the rings were made by the Iron Warriors?"

"No, they're just out of the woods, and we slaves were originally sent to build the hoops."

"I don't bother to ask about the people who came to me to survive, but I ran out with my life anyway, and then settled in a place where no one was looking."

The slave leader glanced back at the settlement.

"Won't they arrest you back?" Ryan asked, "This is the heart of the hoop!" ”

"Core? The gutter in the core you mentioned is thousands of kilometers long, and the overall length is about the same as the equator of a planet! "I've heard that when they first started building, they would come and catch the escaped slaves, but then the bigger it got bigger, no one came to catch them. ”

Kiriman was silent.

The slave leader in front of him didn't expect that he could do what everyone who was killed by these superhuman warriors in front of him could not do it in just three or two sentences.

That is to put them in worry.

It was easy for Killiman to think that the iron rings of the seven planets were extremely large, and the strength of the Iron Warriors could not be filled even if they were stacked together by space marines and mortal servants.

The crowd had gone so far that they could find the dwellings of the runaway slaves hiding in the gutter in the vicinity.

Looking at Locke's previous dealings, it is obvious that the Inquisitors and others who came here to carry out covert operations before have not let these slaves lead the way or something.

The war blacksmith, these people in front of you, these things don't matter.

The Golden Expedition was what mattered, and at first everyone thought that the Iron Warriors would only face the Iron Warriors, but it was clear that the Iron Warriors would not take the initiative to put the Iron Ring in front of the Expeditionary Fleet when their forces were so scattered.

Now, even mortals can realize that the next war will not be Expeditionary Fleet VS Iron Warriors.

It's the Expeditionary Fleet VS the Ring, all the traitors or other enemies of humanity who are already here, all the traitors or other enemies of humanity who are already here.

"It seems that the next war will be a lot of trouble." Horus sighed, he had just thought of the exact same thing as Killiman.

Instead of thinking about the grand strategy that he shouldn't think about as a clone, he stretched out his hand to the slaves in front of him: "Come with us, there may soon be a great number of human enemies who will occupy this place, they will fill every vacancy in the iron ring, and sooner or later you will be swept away." ”

The slaves were completely unaware of what Kiliman was saying that "a great number of human enemies will soon take over this place", and they felt that this situation would continue forever.

It's nothing more than that in the future, when the Iron Warriors gather their forces, they will move together to some gutter in the outer area.

So no one responded to Kiliman, but thought that these guys were really crazy, and the slaves wanted to leave the Eye of Fear, but the people outside sharpened their heads and rushed into the Eye of Fear, I really don't know what to say.

"They have their own destiny." Horus turned and walked away.

Locke quickly followed, and asked Horus, "Captain of the Thunder Warriors, should we continue to move forward to the Skinless Now, or should we just stop and go back to our lives?" ”

"Forward." Horus replied without hesitation.

Of all the people present, the only ones who knew the state of affairs best were Horus and Magnus.

Both of them knew very well that this operation was not so much a sneak into a decapitation operation as it was a wonderful journey, all arranged by the emperor.

The psionic beacon that entered the hoop was given by the emperor, and he must have a reason for arranging it this way.

If you can't kill the war blacksmith, you can't kill the blacksmith, and the mission on the surface fails, so it's okay.

If only the emperor was satisfied.

Horus thought so, and his gaze quietly fell on Perturabo.

"I'm sorry, brother."

……

After an unknown amount of time, peculiar to the Eye of Fear, the group arrived at the abode of the skinless monsters that the mortal slave leader had spoken.

The terrain here is relatively simple.

Endless plains of steel.

Overhead, there was darkness as far as the eye could see, and the shadows of a large number of inactive steel buildings crisscrossed like clouds in the darkness.

"Skinless people are terrifying and weird-looking, but they don't have to be enemies, and they don't necessarily have to be aggressive."

"If you can trust me, the rest of the command will be in my hands, until we learn from the Skinless that a certain position is the location of the unfortunate man of the war blacksmith, or we can't get it, and we can only plan to do it."

Locke, as Horus had expected, knew all things related to the Chaos fetal sac.

Horus agreed to Locke's request with a nod of acquiescence.

Following the loyal Iron Warriors, the Clones and the Dark Elveons walked towards the eerie-looking settlement ahead.

To the great surprise of the clones, this eerie haunted place contained a throne made of fragments of armor and broken copper, with a piece of iron and steel on it, presumably a personal artifact.

After seeing this thing, Locke walked into the settlement with confidence.

Seeing the appearance of this Iron Warrior, hideous things lurking in the shadows gradually emerged.

It was a large group of monsters that looked like skinned mutated Space Marines, and the mutations were indescribable.

In the face of these monsters full of hostility, Locke calmly took out an iron plate with the emperor's face printed on it from the storage backpack, and then those monsters gradually let go of their hostility and gathered around Locke and the others.

"The Skinless." Locke said in the communication channel, "Everyone who comes out of the fetal sac of Chaos has no skin, and there are some failures that will be discarded outright, and the people we see are the ones who almost became traitors." ”

Horus looked at the rough idol: "The idol they built ......"

"That's right, it's the Lord of Humanity." Locke nodded.

Horus was shocked by the response.

A group of ugly creatures born from the twisted and vicious creation of the Chaos Fetal Save, mutants, who have the same beliefs as the Human Empire.

It is impossible to imagine where these guys learned about the existence of the Emperor, and how they believed in the Emperor.

As the others were shocked, Locke took off his storage backpack and shook out all the food, supplies, weapons and ammunition boxes inside to the skinless ones.

"Why do you feel so sympathetic to these mutants?" Horus walked up to Locke and looked down at him.

Locke, on the other hand, raised his hand and took off his helmet after giving all the supplies he had brought to the skinless ones.

A terrifying face without skin appears in the sight of others.

(End of chapter)