Chapter 459: Facing the Enemy, Looking for a Way Out (4K5)
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Unlike Uriel, Pasanius, who was left in the upper level of this magical cave of creatures and steel, was obviously treated relatively "better".
Apparently because the Iron Warrior Wizard Lord here required him to "live" and "answer a series of questions", they had no intention of sending Pasanius down to the lower level in the first place, and soon woke him up again.
But this group of twisted and corrupt Mechanicus adherents was divided over Pasanius (the arm).
So now the sergeant is watching this group of strangely-shaped insects, reptiles and aquatic creatures that are fused with flesh and metal limbs, and secretly starts to move his arms - it sounds like this The main point of the dispute among the group of people was that some people thought that he needed to be tied up first to study the joint between the body and the machine before cutting it off. The other group of people thought that he should remove his mechanical arm first and study his mechanical arm before killing the sergeant. Hang it on the dissecting table and prepare it.
Oh, the throne! Those bloody incriminating evidences left on the autopsy bed! Pasanius swore that the skeletons and cut steaks they had just dragged away from that bloody place before he came were absolutely, absolutely, absolutely impossible to be some Grox beast - ugh -! These disgusting traitors! In the name of the Emperor and Guilliman! He can't wait to burn out all the evil here!
But before that, the blond sergeant had to escape on his own and find a way to find his company commander.
He still remembered what the armory priest who installed his arm told him? Remember, this is a gift made with the blessing of our Lord. It can only be used once when life is at stake. It is best not to leave it at the site of use, otherwise... Tsk, what are the consequences to worry about at this moment... The steps for using it are... …
Pasanius concentrated on recalling the strange activation prayer given by the priest at that time and recited it silently again to avoid making any mistakes.
Then he began to use his thumb to press the sides of the middle finger and ring finger in sequence, in order... ↓←↓→, and finally... the pop-up disc would read... This is the enemy. So just face the enemy with the side with the writing on it? I don’t know why I emphasize this, but it’s always right to use weapons according to the manufacturer’s instructions... right?
While Pasanius prayed devoutly to the God-Emperor and his original body (although because of the relationship between this prosthetic body, what appeared in front of him unexpectedly was what Julius, the priest and brother, was worried about when they parted ways. face), while trying to turn the disc that slowly emerged from the palm of the mechanical prosthetic body and started to glow towards the two gangs of brutal funeral mechanics who were still arguing beside his autopsy bed.
The rosary around his neck also began to heat up slightly at this moment, but Pasanius, who was completely focused on another thing, did not notice it.
At this moment, the leader among them suddenly screamed, raising his upper body like a huge poisonous snake that was suddenly disturbed, and pointed his sharp claws in the direction of Pasanius, "Oh——"
"Bang——! Bang——! Whoosh——!"
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Uriel brought a hooded robe made of bloody human skin over his body. In the end, Uriel took the initiative and made it out of the human skin bag they escaped from, and fixed it with an iron chain as a belt. , at least it was better than running around here with his whole body exposed - Samokan killed several more guards with the stolen weapons. When he came to this floor, Pasanius happened to be tying up his own The last two steel cables fight.
"Uriel!" Even though Ventris was covered in blood and mucus, and the light here was dim, Pasanius recognized him immediately, and a relieved and sincere smile immediately appeared on the sergeant's face. , "Great! You are actually better than me Escape first! That's great! My prayers worked! Come and help me! I don't want to die here because I can't escape! What kind of monster is that behind you?"
Samokuan retracted his hand and stopped in grievance. At the same time, an inexplicable anger surged into his heart, immediately breaking the strange calm and coldness that had just poured into his soul when he received the order and fought.
"Hey! You stupid guy! We shouldn't have come to save you! You don't seem to need us to save you!"
"How dare you, a monster... wait, Samokwan?! Samokwan?! On the throne! What crimes they have committed against you!" He was about to yell angrily and tried to shake off the boy who reached over to untie him. Pasanius's eyes widened as he bound his arms, and Uriel wordlessly used the blade in his hand to cut the steel cables that bound him.
"Huh! I am a monster!" Tears rolled in the gray eyes again, and they flowed down, "I am not Samokan! I am a monster!"
"Ah...that's not what I meant, Samokwan, kid..." The sergeant jumped off the autopsy bed, helplessly trying to comfort the other person.
Uriel sighed and began to search for their own power armor and weapons from the large basket that collected the relics of the unfortunate victims who had been lying here beside the autopsy bed. He first found his own power sword. Then Pasanius' flamethrower was found.
"Here... why is your promethium bottle still full? I remember you used it many times and you replaced it? No one will come here for a while. Let's seize the time and try our best to keep the armor. I checked a little... …The only thing missing from Samokan is the black carapace and skin.”
Pasanius took his beloved flamethrower and looked at the measurement of the promethium bottle in confusion: it was indeed full, but the content of Uriel's last sentence made him open his blue eyes wide. I was shocked by the meaning, "What do you mean? Is it Samokan? But how long has it been? Even if his physique is qualified, he has not even completed the other 18 steps in such a short period of time! Surgery? This is absolutely impossible!”
"Nothing is impossible, Pausanius, I saw something below and a demon...and experienced how these blasphemous creations could turn mortal children into warriors of Chaos in such a short time. Remember we were Being held in a cell under the Hera Fortress, Lord Tigris sent someone to tell us the content of the death oath that we need to execute?"
"Oh. Yes." Pasanius murmured and nodded, "If that's the case... indeed... yes." A fighting flame ignited in his eyes, "We are going to destroy this place. ”
"That's for sure. But first don't forget that Soltarn will be launching something down here soon."
"...Hell, I remember it very clearly. You're right, it's hard to say how much ground will be left after the missile group is launched. So what's next?"
"Escape first. Soltarn and the others are just outside the fortress. It's not difficult to find their army. Our current situation... there are too few people. We need to join them and bring more people back here. I Having noted this place and its terrain, it would be inappropriate to remain here after the attack on Soltarn begins and we must return here to completely destroy it."
"I listen to you." Pasanius nodded, his hand kept soothing Sommerkuan's back - although it was obvious that touching the skin that belonged to someone who didn't know who it originally made the sergeant's intact arm kept rising. Goosebumps, but he still tried his best. "Hey, I said, look, now you are only two surgeries away from being a new recruit. When we go back, maybe you can get what you want - you must be able to handle our special bolt gun now. Isn’t it?”
"Yes... but can we get out of here alive?" Samokuan's mood seemed low again at this time. He did not avoid Pasanius' comfort, but he also looked desolate and lonely. "I can be cured. ...I mean, I'm not a monster, I just need treatment, right? Neither Soltarn nor you think I'm a monster. Others don't think I'm a monster either... I'm still human, right? "
"Yes. That's right." Uriel replied in a very firm tone, "You are a human, a person cherished by the Emperor. Samokan."
He was holding a pile of broken pieces of blue armor in his hands, some of which were fragments of blue-painted tactical dreadnought armor. They were easy to identify and could only be the power armor tailor-made by Pasanius.
"Now, there is no time. Come on, Pasanius and I need to put on armor right away. I will also teach you how to tie the pile of armor pieces that I just picked out for you with good integrity to the vital parts as much as possible. . Although they come from the corpses of those Iron Warriors, they are better than nothing."
So after a while, in the quiet place of thick black gray and dim and decayed metal powder, they struggled to arm themselves as much as possible, and then prepared to set off, exploring along the side of the deep cave to see See if you can find a quick way out of here.
"Because the lower level here is obviously a laboratory and a culture farm. Along the way, I saw a large number of dissecting tables, slaughtering racks and operating tables. There were many traces of washing, but I did not see a particularly large accumulation of... cadaver remains, and they In order to maintain the... farms below, water channels were obviously dug for sewage discharge, plus this This fortress has been around for many years. Most of these classical fortresses must have gates for discharging sewage and sewage. As long as we can find the gate that is definitely not too small, we should be able to find a way to get outside the fortress. . So we have to go along the drainage pipes next to these, they can only discharge to the outside..."
While carefully walking forward in a formation of three, Uriel lowered his voice and explained his next action plan to the other two.
"Then what if the owner here is unreasonable and wants to discharge sewage into the crater and burn it directly? That's reasonable, right?" Samokwan interjected. This boy who has recently gained a huge and strong body sometimes shows A few seconds of being unaccustomed to his new size, such as subconsciously taking a few extra steps to keep up with the other two - then he would step too far forward and have to readjust to the formation.
"Then we can only pray to the Emperor and Father that the lord here who seems to be very particular does not have the consciousness to burn garbage."
"Oh. Then I... pray to the Emperor, Soltarn's father, and your father at the same time. Maybe the prayers will be more useful if there are more people."
"Don't be so frivolous towards the Emperor of Mankind, Samokwan, He knows everything, He is watching you. (The Emperor knows, the Emperor is watching.)"
"Then He should be able to hear my prayer now and show me some signs that He heard it? Even if it means punishing me, I will admit it. Really, this will make me feel more at ease."
"..."
Finally, Uriel broke the silence, "Samokuan, the three of us are able to escape from this place and start looking for an escape route. This is the emperor's tacit consent. (He who keeps silent consents.)"
The bright red muscle bundles and tendons pulled the non-existent eyelids and blinked. The boy thought for a moment, "You are right. Maybe so. But I will still pray to all of them."
They advanced vigilantly in silence, carefully turning around several caves that were damp, dripping, full of cages and experimental objects but no one was working, and there were only all kinds of unbelievable horrors on both sides that were dying or breathless. The moans and screams of the victims of the surgical trials echoed ominously among the stalactites in the air.
But in the proportion of these sounds, all three of them heard the sound of a rushing water getting louder and louder.
The stench of blood, water vapor formed by rotten blood, and the complex composition gradually became apparent.
"Why are there so few people on duty here? I feel like the several operating tables I just passed by were originally used...disgustingly." Samokuan said suddenly, "I'm not saying that the number of these lunatics is small. Bad thing, but I’m curious.”
"It's a good thing to still be curious at the moment. But I don't know the answer to this question. Maybe, Pasanius? By the way, can you explain to us what happened there just now?"
"There are few people here because they all gathered at my place just now." The big sergeant said. He held his beloved flamethrower and scanned the surroundings warily. "Judging from the number of major operating tables I saw along the way, , most of these weird creatures must have gathered at my place just now, and they were debating whether to cut me and my arms into pieces first, or let me continue after they cut me and my arms into pieces. Alive, I guess.”
Samokan shrank his neck, "What happens after that? When we rushed into your operating room, you had not yet broken free from the operating table. What happened to the thick dust and decayed debris on the ground?"
"Well..." Pasanius scratched the short hair on his head that had grown a little longer, "To put it simply, my mechanical prosthetic body was originally equipped with a one-time destruction weapon, and then I held the fatal weapon in my arms. Determined to use it.”
"What?" Uriel turned to look at Pasanius, "You never told me."
"I thought I wouldn't need it." The sergeant shrugged. "Anyway...it worked, light."
"Light?" As they walked down a slope again and turned out of a tunnel, a huge space that began to expand and excavate from the cave under the mountain appeared in front of them: extending in all directions, various sizes, intricate pipes and Drainage channels emerged from above and around the corners, creating large and small fishy odors. The black and red waterfalls and streams, the garbage, filth, bones and remains of the entire fortress, and the tissues from all the processes of human life from birth to death poured out of it, and finally gathered into a huge sewage pool, and they saw the sewage. At the other end of the pool, exactly as Uriel estimated, there was a large gate.
"Yes, light. Gold-red, or green-gold, white-gold, it's hard to say, but I think it's the color of the sun... It only lit up for a moment, and everything in the entire fan shape in that direction was gone."
"No more?"
"In a literal sense, it's gone. It's gone to ashes. Didn't you notice that it was extremely empty when you came in?"
"Indeed." They used the shadows and pipes on the edge of the pool to carefully cover their bodies, squatting in place and observing the patrolling guards in the distance.
"So those on the ground are..."
"That's all they had left, and they didn't even have time to sound the alarm."
Samokuan nodded, "It's easier for them. The lucky ones were burned."