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The chill that even the dead will feel in the Bella Karn Forge World is alleviated by the increasing depth of its vast underground hives, where a large, never-ending mechanical furnace has been built at the very bottom of the center of each hive, surrounded by small satellite-like forges and factories, and perimeter by storage, transportation, and residential areas.

The place where the Grand Sage of Daedus, who rules the land, and his mechanical council reside is the largest nest capital, Orion-Betelgeuse III.

The composition of the inhabitants of these sprawling anthill-like nests is relatively clear, with the exception of the Mechanics and the "scraps" of the nest, 95% of the inhabitants are indentured slaves from the sector, who live on the minimum rations and water rations, as well as the rough surgically implanted mechanical implants in their flesh and blood to complete the daily quota of labor production, in the hope of being able to pay off the debt before they die - of course, The mechanical implants that allow them to start working are also not free.

Although it is human instinct to be close to warmth, only indentured servants or servants assigned to these positions will work around these large furnaces as a last resort, as the radiation from the heat source is far higher than normal, and even cathars in lead-clad robes are reluctant to approach them without special requirements.

For the past five hundred years, Bela Karn's main faith has been the Ohm Messiah, but considering that not everyone's brain lobes have been cut off, there are still a few very small Anglican churches in this place that are the only places where the poor can get a little spiritual comfort, but even the most sacrificial priests do not do hopeless work here, so only a very small number of people who still have a small amount of knowledge will pass on some fragments of knowledge to those who need them during church prayer meetings.

All in all, in Bela Karn, if a mortal wants to live a little like a human being, or someone who will vouch for you and be here to take care of you while you are sent to work as indentured servitude - then why was you sent here? - Either volunteering to be transformed into a cathar or praying that your brain is good enough to stand out in the Robina selection, if not if you are cleansed and formatted to be a contemplative or servo skull.

In the Cult of the Mechanica, compassion and the weakness of flesh and blood are undoubtedly one of the most useless and the first things to be discarded.

"In my opinion, it's not very different." Honso gave his remarks after carefully observing the work of the slave laborers who lined up like ants.

"Brother Honso, what do you mean?" Julius was right next to him, and though the priest's bone-white skeletal mask was expressionless, the former war blacksmith could almost imagine the handsome little face of his little apprentice's best friend frowning at what he saw under his helmet, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

"I'm talking about," the pharmacist pointed to the people who were toiling in the heat, radiation, and toxic vapors the color of the sludge at the bottom of the pond five hundred feet of ground outside the ledge fissures they passed—their filthy hazmat suits and biochemical modifications were not entirely avoided.

"Labor. The labor of all living beings is needed everywhere. The former war blacksmith let out a laugh in his helmet that made Julius look sideways, "Labor feeds life, life dies in labor, and death brings decay...... With Rebirth, Julius the Younger. ”

"It doesn't sound quite the same as what Parogov told me." The blonde priest replied gently, at such a close distance, enough for Julius to place his armor on the Apothecary's shoulder, perhaps closer to his head?

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Honso shuddered suddenly in his power armor, and he blinked, like someone who had just woken up from the stimulation of the early morning sun shining on his pupils. He felt that his mind was clear at the moment, and at the same time a feeling of impatience welled up in his heart.

"Oh, what the hell, how long are we going to dig here? Soltarn: Is there any news from them? ”

"The Stonesmith's communication has just ended 12 seconds, Brother Honso." Julius, beside him, replied, "According to the topographical map he gave us, we are about to reach the bottom of the tower where the rulers of this planet are located. ”

"I'm glad to hear that. Even though there is a filter, the smell of this place still makes me feel uncomfortable. ”

Beside them, the power weapons in the hands of the entire team of Space Marines were accurately and efficiently breaking through the synthetic rock and soil that had been piled up at the bottom of the nest for an unknown number of years, and then, finally, the thin rock wall cracked, and something fell and smashed on the surface of their feet.

Hongso's power blade ruthlessly cut the fat writhing worm in two, and the disgusting worm burst pus-green juice, which was then sanitized into a pool of harmless liquid by the killing light pouring out of the apothecary's robotic arm.

The Apothecary Master cursed a foul Chaos foul mouth, then lifted his boot-clad leg and kicked the last barrier between them and the twisted, terrifying corpses of maggots and granulations outside.

"Stand back! I'll disinfect first! This head should be stuffed in the ass, and Soltarn really made a big scene for us! I thought I could do it easily this time! ”

He took a step forward, the white armor on his body shone with a soft silver-blue shimmer, and the servo of the Seiko robotic arm behind the apothecary master buzzed into operation, and began to use him as the origin to spray some kind of sanitizing light towards those scalp-numbing subspace things, so as to open up a foothold for the follow-up teammates to move forward.

He was followed by Julius chanting the Word and holding a scepter, a wreath of spiritual laurels encircling his skull helmet, a clear and loud prayer from his megaphone that inspired the soul of each warrior to be unaffected by what they saw, and every step the priest took triggered three different visions to appear in the polluted land: something that quickly withered and decayed, turned to ashes, some kind of shoot growing out of the ashes.

Julius' psionic field was released in a measured manner, leaping on the surface of his black power armor with a gold-rimmed arc of pure black energy, while also forming telekinetic shields outside of his teammates to keep out the pollution and the swarm of rancid flies and plague bees that came to attack them.

What they had now broken into was a huge spherical subterranean space, if anything, similar to the giant fetal sac of some screaming psionic nightmare, with thick vein-like lines covered with diseased juice, fat and swollen carnivorous maggots and eggs squeezed together like nightmare beehives.

All the organic and inorganic matter that existed here had been swallowed up and corrupted by the dark fertile soil, the looming hole at the top of the space was undoubtedly the source of the mass of corpses that had been half-corroded and dissolved here, the bones and flesh of the countless unfortunate people who had been thrown here had turned the place into a joyful and fertile loam, the roots of insects and carnivorous plants were disturbed between the unfortunate skulls, ribs and abdominal cavities, and large black-green mold masses sprung up from the cracks, creating a deep disgust instinctively and creepingly.

The air here was hot and sticky, so thick that the throat-like slime could almost drip through the air, and from the puddles of fat jelly-like corpse fluid would occasionally spew putrid bubbles, and the deposited bones would emerge for a moment, and the strange living trees hissed and spewed filthy air from their sphincters.

The Iron Warriors were led by the Apothecary and the Priest, protected by the Apothecary's Disinfectant Ray and the Priest's psionic energy, and swarms of plague mosquitoes and flies emerged from the gaping teeth of the plague trees, the fat and swollen mushrooms, and the purulent thorny flesh-colored flowers, swarming towards the Warriors who dared to set foot there, nearly drowning them, before being burned to ashes by the powerful blasters behind the Power Broadblade and the flamethrowers of the Heavy Weapons Squad, quickly turning into a pool of charred ash on the ground.

"It's good, it's good, this place really makes me sick!" "If this Soltarn can't bring me the victory he promised this time, I swear I'll hunt him down to the end of the universe until his head is plucked off and stuffed in!" ”

Julius held up his Sacred Word, and the black energy arrows of crackling golden light burned through a behemoth of slime and rotten bones that tried to get close to them, and the terrible scum that flew down as it exploded made the two squads of the Tenth Company seem to be in a commotion, but then the commotion was suppressed by the priest's meaningful loudness, and the veterans began to laugh at them loudly with battlefield jokes as they led them firmly across the rugged, sticky ground, Continuing towards their goal, a large, full, pulsating water bladder stood in the center of the place.

"How much longer can you hold out for us? Brother Hunnso? I already vaguely felt the psionic sigil of Company Commander Soltarn above. ”

"You can sense it from this distance?"

"Company Commander Soltarn's directional psionic ability is very strong, and his psionic imprint is quite special, I can sense it in this environment."

"That's great, at the speed of the current blast of these stinky fish and shrimp, my energy tank should be able to clear this field for twenty-eight to thirty seconds."

"Enough. The squad with flamethrowers and molten weapons is working with Brother Humso to organize a temporary defensive line, and the others are coming with me, and we're going to break through this thing in fifteen seconds. ”

"Remember to leave me a complete specimen!!"

"I don't want anything like this, Brother Honso."

Julius turned and activated the longsword at his waist.

The bright orange-red glow on the blade of the sword was magnificent, reflecting the distorted human body that was faintly visible in the huge throbbing water bladder in the dark underground space.

"What should not exist in this world should not exist."

"Obey or die!"

The blade fell.

Wail.

I want to try to serialize it every day, one main article and one interlude chapter

Maybe this makes it easier to add a sense of content

(End of chapter)