- The various carriers made of clay advance in an orderly manner towards the Emperor's Son and the Slaanesh Demon Army.

This kind of enemy, which has no sense or soul, and does not react to any damage, greatly discourages the attackers of the Lord of Faith, but the Iron Hand Astartes who are mixed with the phalanx of the Butan and the phalanx are very much to the interest of the Emperor's sons.

Of course, the most important part of the "main course" of the entire battlefield was Ferus Manus, who was clustered at the center - not only Faglam thought so, but also all the other members of his command who participated in the feast. Even if what was happening was so "disastrous", they were still willing to laugh maniacally, and they were still willing to accompany Fogreem, who was swimming forward in the body of a long snake, and pushed in the direction of the defensive circle together.

The Demon Prince's dexterous four arms gripped the scimitar, and in subspace, he had unnecessarily grown to a size that dwarfed even Astarte's tank. Although the dirt vehicles that manifested from Enkidu's treasures successfully intercepted the approaching Chaos Demon Army, they could not truly stop a primordial who had fallen into the Supreme Heaven.

With a sweep of Vogrim's long snake-like tail, a Predator tank born of "People's Wisdom" that was supposed to be almost the same as the original in terms of attack and protection was flattened. The Demon Primordial exhibited an effortless lightness in this matter, as common as a normal person stepping on an empty can.

Immediately after, the four swords in his hand opened left and right, and the ether flowed above the blades that shimmered with ambiguous aura. Vogrim twisted his waist and spun in place, flung the aether above the blade into the Iron Hand's position with an almost dance-like motion. The arc of four aetheric rays of light turned into substantial blades in midair, effortlessly slicing through everything that stood in their path as they fell—any vehicle, any protective force field, and any Iron Hand warband members who were caught off guard or dodged.

Chaos Astarte and Slaanesh demons gathered around him cheered at the subtlety of the swordcraft, and Fogham grinned and prepared to literally slice through all the defenses on the periphery. The Iron Hand reacted very quickly, and began to reorganize in the moment when the line was flawed, trying to plug up the weak points in the defenses - but their movement was destined to take time, whether it was a man or a vehicle.

Their reactions were quick, but Vogrim was quicker. With the remaining resources of the battlefield and the Iron Hand Warband, it is impossible for them to successfully resist the attack of the Emperor's Son. The Demon Primordial Body repositioned the four swords in his hand in a good time, preparing to continue to expand the results of the battle with another move. But in the short half second he adjusted his posture—

- Four chains flew straight at his face with astonishing speed, their sharp sagittal blades glowing faintly golden.

This was somewhat unexpected in form, but it was not the first attack on this battlefield, which surprised Fogrem slightly. The four chains that flew from different angles forced him to quickly change his tactics, giving up the pursuit, and wielding four swords to block the opponent's attack at almost the same moment. The sound of four gold-iron clashes overlapped each other, as if only one sounded.

He looked in the direction where the chains had come from, and this time he finally saw clearly: a green-haired young man in a white robe, male and female, with a face as delicate as a doll, floating in the air. Surrounded by the winds caused by the flow of the ether, it held a faintly golden amulet in its hand, and with an excited look, it looked at the demon prototype without fear.

It's funny. Fogham thought to himself. He didn't know if his opponent at the moment was in the same spirit, but at least, his attention was briefly drawn away from Ferus.

The void beside Enkidu also rippled with gold. In the subtle sound of metal grinding, the chains of the "Heavenly Lock" rushed out of it almost endlessly, regardless of the length or the end of the chain.

Fogham happily raised his four swords.

——

The basic parsing is done. This "generator" dates back even to before the Age of Dark Technology, and contains a lot of technology that even Ferus Manus couldn't quickly comprehend.

If he had more room to spare, he should have been more cautious. Even the Iron Hand Warband, who are familiar with mechanical modifications, will only transplant it to their warband brothers if they make sure that there is no unknown structure in the machine itself, and that any eventuality can be predicted. What's more, what Ferrus currently needs to face, this kind of "major surgery" that integrates foreign mechanical parts into his core.

But he didn't have time. He also knew that once the fusion problem on the spiritual foundation really went wrong, the consequences would definitely be much more serious than the rejection reaction between ordinary machines and the human body—but for now, he really didn't have time.

His heirs were bleeding, in a brutal, dishonorable massacre. Even as they struggled and resisted with the help of outsiders, and killed the enemy as best they could with eternal and fiery fury, it could not change the fact that the overstretched forces were about to inevitably decline.

And he himself could only watch in vain under the protection of everyone, which was something that Ferus Manus could never bear.

The impatient Iron Hand Primordial thus gave up on a more secure plan, deciding to proceed directly to the final step of the ritual after having a rough understanding of the basic operation and output efficiency of the "generator". He simply forgot all the safety regulations, and when he only checked the relevant data once, he immediately readjusted the essential part of himself that was currently exposed, exposing the so-called "core" at the very center of the warband's protection.

This is supposed to be a pretty amazing thing in every sense of the word. Even though the essence of Ferrus contains too many mechanical structures that even the most elite followers of the Ohm Messiah cannot see, anyone with a little common sense can easily understand when they see this scene at this moment: this is the most important core of the whole machine.

This is not a conclusion that can be reached through rational judgment and intellectual analysis, but rather an emotional, memetic influence. Just as even after the ascension from a human to a heroic spirit through legends, the "heart" and "brain" parts of the Servant are still their key points - in fact, they don't really need these organs to provide actual functions, but they still have a strong symbolic role as "vital points", so they will be directly connected to the Servant's spirit core in the occult sense.

Something similar happens to subspace creatures as well. Even if the people present are illiterate and uneducated and unable to understand the mechanical structure, they can intuitively and intuitively understand from the "symbolism" that this part of the structure naturally carries that this part is the core.

Of course, Fogrem and his bastards and monsters can understand this. They may not know exactly what Ferus Manus is doing, but they are thrilled by the obvious fact that the enemy leader is exposing his most important weaknesses in plain sight.

Gurgon didn't know what they were doing, and his last perception of the outside world was a cry of ecstasy that almost burrowed into everyone's minds, grinding their thoughts into a pulp. He ignored the shout, didn't even bother to tell where it was coming from. Driven by anxiety and anger, these things did not succeed in affecting him.

Unmoved, Ferus Manus focused his consciousness entirely on what he was going to do next. Debit had told him not long ago that it would be as difficult as doing an open-heart implant for himself with his bare hands without protection — but he had to do it.

An iron-black mechanical arm grabbed the "generator" that was not in any way compatible with Ferus Manus himself, and moved it to the location planned in the original design in his mind. Gorgon, who "took a deep breath" to calm his emotions, knew better than anyone that once the final phase of the ritual began, there was no turning back.

But what does it matter?

The most important thing for him to do now is not to live up to the sacrifice of his heirs and quickly complete all the work.

- The Iron Hand Primordial Body, in a position not far from the center of the battlefield that is far from safe, does not hesitate to disassemble its "spirit core" under the watchful eye of the enemy.

Miwoo (serene)

I was hesitant to write this, so I didn't want to write about the 1v1 of Vogrim and Enkidu.

But then I think about it, if I write it, what will the plot have to push to when will it end!

So I didn't write (very peacefully).

(End of chapter)