The sky above the main nest of Shadenus was now covered with ominous, thick black clouds.

The smoke of gunpowder, the smell of burnt biomass and scorched iron permeated the atmosphere, and the main road of the towering city was devoid of the tired flow of people hurrying to work in the factories and the children who were playing and passing by.

Only the thick Void Shield that opened from the top of the main nest shone in the air as if mockingly, as if mocking the Imperial Navy's powerlessness over it.

The two satellite Hives of the Main Hive, Meramar and Hirata have been completely reduced to ruins under the combined attacks and bombardments of the Iron Hive, Titans, and Astral Troops for the Emperor's combined attack and bombardment, their wreckage mixed with steel, flesh, and concrete rock, mixed with the millions of inhabitants among them, and fell like broken stone idols on the foul mire and fire smoke of the factory and wasteland areas leading to the core of the Main Hive.

But the nest is not empty and silent – it may be said that it is still noisy and ...... Noisy and active.

The musky clouds of decay and blood of "merry" and "free" gathered under every depression and canopy, filled with the fanciful passions, joyful cries and screams of the innocent victims driven mad by the psycho who had succumbed to the madness of unnatural pleasures.

Those who wanted to escape had either fled the planet like agile animals before that, and those who were slower or unable to leave had all been caught or killed, and the feast of pleasure dedicated to the god of hunger and thirst was beginning to revelry with dishes of soul and flesh — months ago.

Everything has been transformed into a living hell of Slaanesh's corruption because of the false ease and happiness given by the loss of internal and external environmental control.

The super-three-dimensional labyrinthine city of hundreds of millions of people has now been reduced to a world of Chaos Eggs, mutants, cultists—oh, sorry, there is almost no such thing as a human form anymore, the corruption is so deep, so pervasive, so rich, it's like the entire main nest has been reduced to a bottle of depraved wine for the Prince of Darkness, and the seemingly normal shell is nothing but ecstatic wails of pain, lust, and a raging tide of demons.

The Living Ones were killed by Iron Hand's assault team after playing with everything contentedly, then dissipated, giggling and twisting laughter before leaving the real world, leaving only a mess of human corpses here, their own wreckage reduced to flames, ashes, and blinding lights behind the veil.

The Iron Hand were still relentlessly and swiftly assaulting their only target—their chief think tank, Trazi, was on request to find out exactly what was happening at the top of the main nest, and the horrors he saw before his psychic vision dissipated were enough for him to immediately and sternly warn the Alvion Raus clan commander to reach the top of the main nest as soon as possible, as quickly as possible, and at all costs, in order to seal the subspace rift that was about to be torn apart in the agony forged by billions of mortals.

Due to the fact that in the calculations, they had to accomplish this goal in the shortest possible time and save the entire sub-sector and even the rest of the entire sector, the astral troops who came to participate in the war were used as bait to die in pieces, and even the members of the Titan Legion were sent as consumables in Raus's ruthless but effective calculations into a brutal battle that had no chance to leave - in order to reach the top of the center of the main nest as soon as possible, they didn't even have time to knock down all the surrounding fortress defense guns little by little according to standard tactics - As a giant nest city that was once rich and prosperous, the Nest of Shadenus is very strong in defensive firepower, and the Titans seconded by Raus are destined to fall here, becoming a firm foothold for the Iron Hand on their way to their goal.

The Iron Priest had already completed his inspiring speech with nerve stimulation waves to the last remaining mortals assembled, using some physical methods to physically force the tired brains and bodies of the Astral Army to enable them to charge after a long journey and battle, which would drain what little strength they had left, and make the most of the last "role" that these mortals could play after being driven here......

At a terrible cost - in fact, in the second half of the race, almost only Raus was left and they were moving forward, and everyone else had already fallen - after finally opening the lower level of the main nest of the core of the Shadenus Hive group, there were now less than seventy of the one hundred and thirty-six Iron Warriors of the Rakuan Clan, and all of them were wounded, and worse.

The mortals and Titan Legion commanders who had been summoned to attack the place with them on the outskirts of the city began to wonder, to think, to speculate, to become dissatisfied because of speculation, to be rigid because of dissatisfaction, to be confident because of stubbornness, and to be ...... because of self-confidence Disobedience, or rather, betrayal.

Treachery.

Not only the Astral Army, but also the Mechonia were furious at the loss of the Titans, and it is clear that at least some of them were involved in some kind of mortal conspiracy as a result.

After resending a wave of command orders and cheering slogans to the remaining warriors, and preparing to crush the next wave of chaos eggs and twisted monsters with his weapons and steel body, Clan Commander Raus had for some reason thought for a moment of the mortal officer who had walked into his command post before the battle, asking him questions, and holding his head high.

The old general's full uniform is covered with a number of medals: the most important of them are the silver-gray skull that marks the courage to fight, the sword that has completed the mission in the face of enemy fire, and the gun that represents the ability of the marksman.

The medals had been reflecting the dim light mimicking Medusa in his chest at the time when this mortal officer was trying to converse with Raus, and trying to elicit pity in his heart or what he thought sanity with what mortals cared about.

Admittedly, Raus didn't mean to be insulted or belittled during the conversation, but his long military service and constant replacement of his prosthetic body and the removal of the weak flesh that tickled him made the clan commander confirm that he had succeeded in clearing almost all of his weak mortal emotions from his mechanical body.

Because of this, he didn't notice how much or ...... he had to explain to mortals At the very least, the right amount of hint should be given in order to keep their minds from being occupied by other things that arise from their own thinking, although at the time Alvien Raus was not unaware that his plan was completely deadly, and that it was in fact just as lethal to mortals, Titans, and Iron Hands.

For he was convinced that the Iron Hand would be the spearhead of sacrifice, and that mortal sacrifice would make it swifter and sharper.

The commander of Rakuan is confident that his mortal and mechanical allies will understand this, that sacrifice is painful, but that sacrifice is necessary, and that they will therefore obey his precise orders and sacrifice their sacrifice to the Victory and the Emperor.

But the fact that they did not receive the planned support at the moment shows that it is clear that someone does not understand, but apparently there are people who understand.

What drove Alvion Raus to press the weapon power button again before the calculated failed retreat was the final cry of the Astral Army Commissar Heliat and the mortals in the communication channel - "For the Emperor!" "The ensuing huge explosion in the air purification system with the main nest.

Now the flesh pieces that were not mutated enough but were huge enough had been suffocated in the poisonous air of Shadenus.

A disgusting tide of ecstasy came at him again.

The demons mingled among the Chaos Eggs, and they muttered to them about the death of Ferus, the screams of Ferus, and the torture of Ferus with their mouths that grew all over their bodies.

In a vain attempt to defeat the spirit of the Iron Hand.

All that was met was silence and more reckless and fierce attacks.

The feeling that hung over Shadenus that it was impossible to look at it became stronger and stronger.

The Iron Hand are getting closer and closer to their goal.

Their numbers are getting smaller and smaller.

The only staircase to the top floor unfolds in front of the Iron Hand along with the scroll of Hell.

(End of chapter)