Chapter 214: Stand Firm at the Beginning of a Fierce Battle

Chapter 214: Hold on - The beginning of a fierce battle

It took three full days for Calvin and his team to find the passage to the underground.

It was at this time that their progress began to accelerate.

The underground structure was obviously more complicated than the surface, but following the faint smell of the subspace and the traces left by the corrupted rebels, Calvin still found the right path.

They touched the edge of the underground furnace all the way, and then were entangled by new problems.

The volume of this furnace is too huge, and the outer layer of explosion-proof armor alone is more than ten meters thick.

The huge furnace body broke through the dome of the underground building, stretched upward nearly a hundred meters high, and connected to the lower level of the hive.

If Calvin and his team had not personally reached the basic part of the bottom floor, they would have found it difficult to believe that the forge they had been looking for was the large building itself.

Then the problem came. Even if a small-scale explosion was used with a hot melt bomb, it would probably be difficult to penetrate the outer wall of the entire furnace;

As for wanting to penetrate the explosion-proof mechanism that must exist in the furnace and completely destroy the furnace itself, it would be an unrealistic joke.

This furnace has a lot of redundant space for defense, and it is obvious that it was designed for war preparation from the beginning.

Without orbital macro-cannon strikes or cyclone bomb-level implosion destruction, it is a pipe dream to rely solely on the individual weapons in the hands of the Raven Guards to destroy it.

The external fixed-point destruction plan was abandoned.

They turned to try to enter the furnace's structure to find the core and destroy it.

While discussing the action plan, they waited for half of the Shadow Squad to withdraw from the battle of Hive No. 3.

The two teams confirmed the intelligence and plan a little bit, and then penetrated into the depths of the furnace again.

The huge underground furnace body is hundreds of meters high. The sturdy furnace body and the ancillary buildings in it form a city that is no less than the size of the hive itself on the surface.

Facing the ubiquitous hot wind and dry and pungent air in the furnace, Calvin and others, under the guidance of the Shadow Squad, passed through layers of rebel defenses and went straight to the core forging workshop.

As the team went deeper, Calvin's face became more and more serious.

The environment here is completely different from before the Chaos invasion.

The iron-gray walls and floors are now covered with blasphemous runes, and the pipes and instruments are also crawling with unknown twisted creatures.

After decades of operation, this place has been polluted by countless sacrificial rituals;

The corridors in the distance are now not only shrouded in darkness, but also the unique low moans of ghosts and twisted subspace creatures.

"Let's go here."

Just after passing a corridor, Calvin knew that the limit of infiltration was here when he saw the twisted ghosts that were the symbol of subspace corruption appearing around him.

The core area of ​​Chaos corruption is ahead, and it is no longer possible to sneak in without being discovered.

Calvin used his psychic power to signal the surrounding warriors, and then took out the data board with the standard furnace design drawings and compared them with reality.

The light spots marked with key institutions appeared densely on the data board in different shades of red according to their importance.

Calvin reached out and pointed out the screening conditions on the data board, leaving behind the most critical twenty or so nodes:

"The next combat objective is simple, find these nodes, and attack from the periphery to the core. I will be responsible for the defense of the core and the pass to buy time for you, and you will be responsible for the blasting inside the forge. Is there any problem?"

The surrounding Astartes were still in hiding, and the fact that no one answered showed their firm will.

Calvin nodded with satisfaction, then crushed the data board that was only of reference value, and entered the stealth state again.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

In the control room at the highest point of the forge, an alarm sounded sharply.

This sound did not sound like it was made by a machine, but more like a poor and malicious imitation of a throat made of flesh and blood.

In fact, it was true. There was no "dead object" made of pure steel in the control room today.

Ulysses, the priest of the Black Mechanic Church, drove his spider-like lower body, wandering among a group of instruments that looked like living things in the sharp scraping sound of the sharp blade feet and the rusty floor.

The iron-gray instrument has been given life, like a group of snakes with only the upper body, twisting unconsciously in a low hiss.

The steel pipeline is now covered with scales, and the complex instrument panels at the end of the pipeline are like independent snake heads, which bring sparks and attack each other when they rub against each other.

"Oh, B****/s/d5-* event is activated."

He could barely see the human skull, wearing a half-gas mask-like mask, and the electronic sound with reverberation came from the speaker in the abdomen.

"My lord, we have guests."

In the shadow that the indoor lighting could not cover, a gorgeous power armor decorated with green scales stood up at the sound, and the tall figure paced heavily but lightly in the shadow:

"Notify Adwa and let his people deal with it. In addition, let the adults in the forge know about this matter. They have enjoyed the sacrifice for so long, and it’s time for them to contribute to the cause of the warmaster."

Ulysses bowed his head slightly to indicate that he had received the order.

"Yes, is there anything else? If not, please allow me to take my leave. The last batch of products from the furnace will be rolled off the assembly line soon, and I need to be on hand to preside over it."

"No more, please step back." Alpha in the shadow waved his hand to the Mechanic Priest, signaling that his service would end here.

"Supreme Hydra!"

The Mechanic-Priest greeted him in a low voice, and then drove his six blade legs to walk out.

"Supreme Hydra!"

Alpha in the shadow also responded that this is probably the only instinct that can be stimulated in his complex and changeable brain circuits.

Calvin and others were unaware of everything here, and they were still groping in the direction of the power source of the furnace in the drawing;

Facing them were the main force of the entire Night Lords warband who had been recharging their strength, as well as the great Daemon of Khorne and his legions who had been lying in the furnace enjoying lava soaking and bloody sacrifices.

The encounter begins in the furnace's feed hall.

This income and the huge size of the furnace have expanded the room from the size of a conveyor belt in an ordinary furnace to the size of a train station.

If this furnace can be compared to a giant's intestines, then the dozens of heavy-duty rails in the feeding hall and the empty locomotives above are its eating tongues.

Calvin immediately noticed the traces of the Chaos warband, turned around and ordered the rest to continue moving forward as planned.

This unexpected battle did not make him hesitate. He had expected to encounter the enemy at such a central location, which was an unexpected surprise.

He instantly launched an attack on the Night Lord who came first:

The broadsword with psychic flames waved beside him as he charged.

Several Night Lords were cut down from the shadows by him without making a sound.

The latecomer did not give up, and more shadows spread towards his movement path, and then he was killed by his dancing leaping slashes.

"Stop Plan 1!"

A particularly tall Astartes raised his arms and shouted. The purple-black iron cavalry Terminator he wore was so conspicuous in the crowd that it immediately caught Calvin's attention.

This former member of the Night Lords' Honor Guard has now become a servant of Chaos.

Under the watchful eyes of the gods, the self-proclaimed Lord of the Chaos Warband completely abandoned the honor of the Astartes, and instead used the blood and brutality of the Nasturm culture to the extreme to please himself and his faith. of gods.

"Abandon the first option! Advance head-on! Don't give him room to roam!"

Watching Calvin's easy and carefree slaughter, Aldan Varrel, the warband lord of Blood Night, shouted loudly.

Following his orders, the subsequent Night Lords began to abandon the failed tactic of sneak attacks from the dark, and instead shifted their queues and movements to the standard tactics of the Legion era.

A large number of violent missiles began to gather together with the formation of the Night Lords, covering Calvin's left and right in a rhythmic manner.

Medium and long-range heavy firepower also began to attack Calvin in waves of tactical strikes.

It is an obvious head-on tactic.

Calvin pulled back a safe distance with a serious look on his face and looked at the battlefield ahead with a complicated expression.

This kind of tactic that abandons sensitivity but is ingenious but inefficient is particularly suitable in an environment where there is not much space (relative to company-level combat units).

The abundant but rhythmic fire attack and cover made him feel both familiar and unfamiliar, and the neat and powerful heavy fire strikes made him retreat temporarily.

He also wanted to teleport to the center of the enemy's array again and use his mobility to carry out a sweep.

But not long after it started, the enemy keenly began to advance towards the inside of the furnace, and this was precisely an action that he absolutely could not sit idly by.

The brutal defense and impact began. Calvin's original mobility advantage was contained, and the opponent's heavy firepower finally found an opportunity to use it.

Bolts of arrows were raining down on him, but he couldn't get out of the way to the inside of the furnace and could only use his psychic shield to resist.

This emphasis on node anomalies also attracted the attention of the opposing commander.

After sensing the danger of possible infiltration and destruction, a large number of Night Lords launched an attack behind him under heavy firepower regardless of casualties.

"For war!"

"Truth will triumph over lies!"

Dozens of Night Lords shouted their war cries and sprinted towards Calvin from a distance of a hundred meters.

The shining lightning claws and power swords stood beside them. The roar of bolt guns and melta bombs made Calvin retreat step by step under the force of the shield.

But that's it. Once the charging footsteps obscure the subsequent firepower, Calvin's massacre will happen unstoppably among the people on the front line.

The crackling lightning claws were grabbed by the palms condensed with spiritual energy, and the twisted wrist joints with white bone stubble and pink tendons were pulled out with great force;

The laurel wreath raised high on the helmet was as light as a feather as the power sword. It was instantly slashed by the great sword containing psychic energy, and was bent and broken with a harsh twisting sound.

"Death to the devil!" A red-eyed Night Lord rushed towards Calvin with a melta bomb, wanting to kill him together.

"Have you lost your head? Who is the devil?"

Calvin, who was dumbfounded, used his spiritual power to strangle it by the throat ten meters away, and then lifted it up on the spot.

Under the gaze of the bloodshot eyes of his comrades beside him, he was crushed and exploded together with the bomb in his arms.

boom!

A huge shock wave and heat wave were released to the surroundings, and Calvin took the opportunity to disappear from the spot again. In the sight of everyone looking around, he appeared at the other end of the battle line to create new deaths.

Kill!

A midnight lord wearing a purple-black iron cavalry terminator was broken through the protection of the shield by Calvin's palm condensed with psychic energy, and his palm was caught between the neck armor and the protective cover of the power backpack on his head. Under Calvin's full strength and psychic tearing, the weld on the power shield behind him was pulled apart with a groan, and together with the main body below, it was torn off!

The steel giant who suddenly lost the power source had not yet felt the pressure of staggering, and was picked up by Calvin in the next second, and then thrown to the ground fiercely.

The joint between his helmet and neck armor was deformed by the huge force, and the pale face under the fallen bat-wing helmet did not even have time to put away the expression of surprise, and was crushed by Calvin in the next second.

Kill!

Astartes within a few meters of him stretched out their weapons towards Calvin, but the huge white figure turned around like a ghost.

The broadsword from the Moon Wolf was held in reverse, and it was like a fan of light under the huge force, cutting open their breastplates before everyone else.

Kill!

Next to the corpse in the distance, an Astartes wearing a white mask was waving a staff, and the huge psychic energy with blasphemous power turned into black lightning, attacking his body where he had nowhere to hide.

But how could this long-planned attack affect Calvin's rhythm?

The confrontation between psychics is a confrontation between souls and hearts, and the victory or defeat is only determined in an instant.

When the lightning was about to reach Calvin, a more dazzling white-gold light burst out in his eyes, and a deep voice came out of his mouth like a declaration:

"You are guilty!"

"You are guilty! God says, you are a fallen man!"

"You are guilty! God says, you are a traitor!"

"You are guilty! God says, you have nothing to believe in when you live, and you have nothing to rely on when you die!"

Countless voices instantly echoed in the brain of the Midnight Lord's think tank!

Countless negative words with real power condemnation, denying his already corrupted soul!

"I..."

The collapse of the soul defense happened in an instant.

He didn't even have time to make an excuse, and the corrupted soul spontaneously combusted on the spot under the huge spiritual pressure, turning into a pale white torch wrapped in black armor.

Kill!

This is not the result Calvin wanted. There are still hidden enemies in this corrupt land that have not appeared.

But the team behind him cannot interfere with the destruction of the furnace, so he can only turn into a solid door here to keep these chaos slaves out.

Ten, twenty, thirty; one hundred, two hundred, three hundred.

The roar of bloody melee and violent arrows resounded throughout the hall the size of a station; psychic energy and heavy artillery filled the huge but narrow space.

The Midnight Lords finally retreated. After the charge led by the warband lord was strangled by him, the traitors who joined Chaos finally revealed their own weakness.

They no longer had the brave and resolute qualities they had under the Emperor. After losing the oppression of the lords, they finally revealed their true side and fell into the fear and weakness hidden behind the tyranny.

Brave in private fights, but cowardly in public wars, a group of rubbish with strong appearances but weak inside.

This was the conclusion that Galvin came to while standing on a hill of hundreds of dead Astartes, leaning on his sword with one hand and panting.

The bitter fruit of running long distances without rest has already manifested:

He still has a surplus of spiritual energy, but his seemingly endless physical energy has been running out.

If the impact just now was more violent and lasting, he might have turned over his last trump card.

He took a deep breath of the scorching air, trying to get the oxygen needed for his body to recover.

And in the darkness in the distance, more low and blasphemous laughter sounded...

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