Chapter 214 The Shadow of Militilia

Advance, survival, war, those things turned into filth and flowed into the East Waterway, which was manifested in rich blood, minced meat, and disgusting. Even if the Space Marines could block any smell with heavy power armor, they still felt disgusted.

"Emperor..." The members of the Destruction Eagle stepped on the sticky, red corruption sticky and tough sticky giant's feet.

"Sir, where will the large amount of biomass go? There is no ocean or large lake there, let alone fertile swamps or soil. The cost of processing and using is also extremely high, but there is no special processing plant in the city." An Astartes warrior realized that it was not good.

That sentence reminded the sergeant, and he instantly smelled the unpleasant smell. For the sergeant of the Destruction Eagle Regiment, it was very familiar. He had tasted similar smells more than once, that kind of damp and dark feeling, like the embodiment of conspiracy and death.

"Who needs flesh and blood, the mud of desire, brothers, go east, along the Red River." The sergeant walked in the front, and the brothers were silent, just gently wiping the blades in their legs. In that place, the murders and contradictions on the surface were also thrown into it.

There was no shortage of seeing the entire block of imperial citizens following the Red River to the east, filth and death gathered in that underground pipeline, and the sergeant became more and more certain that he had found the target.

Silent and quiet, dark and silent, the stench of blood and the methane produced by decay continued to soak in the nightmare that was like a stirring pot.

They were like moving forward in a giant medicine bottle, and the main nest composed of mortals was more like a giant distiller, extracting and separating those substances, and pouring them into it at this moment.

Now the desires gathered almost appeared, and the sergeant's steps suddenly slowed down. His superhuman feeling touched the enemy's location, turned off the grid device, and the sound no longer went out. The communicator sizzled, replacing the primitive shout.

"Found it, brothers."

"No surprises, as expected, but the journey to Ming, although smooth, but facing the Chaos heretics, alien scum, they need to cheer up, only strong, never surrender."

"Go east, to the Emperor."

The Destruction Eagles walked close to the end of the pipe, and the red stuff came out of the 6-meter-long pipe. The dark blood slowly fell down with the minced meat and other objects, and landed at the end of the sloped pipe.

Gurgle, the sticky stuff sprinkled into the giant metal boiler, but there was not a single splash, too much stickiness so that it was difficult to flow.

There were five heavy servos using modified huge servo limbs, stirring the huge boiler diligently, but even if it was so huge, it could not hold so much biomass, whether they would continue to fall after settling for a period of time.

No one knew where the filth would go, but the sergeant could be sure that it was absolutely not a loyal thing, and it was even extremely filthy.

The auspicious instrument slowly detected the space in the east. There was not much reaction in the not-so-large room, but there was the electrical signal of the servitor's body, and the holographic projection displayed in the visor also showed the picture there.

How to describe it? A word flashed through the sergeant's mind, kitchen, it looked like a kitchen, full of various things for the servitors to use, big knives for cutting meat, huge nets, small nets for extracting sundries, and so on.

The function there was to make the huge boiler operate normally. There was no doubt that there were still various mysteries outside that evil place, such as the Ming Space Marines.

The sergeant took out the data board and began to shoot the situation there. There was not much that could be seen clearly in the dark pipes. It was very rare. Just such a picture could also be considered as the hidden biomass treatment plant in the east, and it still could not overthrow the fortress of the Ming Governor.

The Master Chief picked up his monomolecular saber, pointed it horizontally at the servitors, and then suddenly jumped east, crushing the poor thing with his thousand-pound body in an instant. A dim sound appeared, and when his companions just reacted to the sound, several separated monomolecular sabers were thrown and inserted into the processing center of the servitor.

The tacit understanding of the four Space Marines allowed the Master Chief to do crazy things in the eyes of mortals without any worries. Therefore, one heavy servitor was crushed to death, and four died on the blade. The existence that was difficult for mortals to miss was now as weak as a chicken.

"Clean up."

The Master Chief continued to film the situation with a tablet, and grabbed the servitors with one leg and threw them into the huge boiler casually. Because of their modified weight, they slowly sank into the liquid.

The proficiency of destroying corpses and traces made people frown. Is it destined for a killing machine like the Space Marines to exist like this? At present, there is nothing heretical in that room. It can be regarded as an ordinary Imperial fortress without some bones and Imperial symbols.

A little disappointed, after all, the place made by such a heretic traitor looks normal like a processing plant at first glance, but the sergeant began to knock on the wall there slowly. The structure there is very strange, there is no door, it seems that the servitors are locked in there like accessories to work, but according to the abnormal control desire of the Mechanicus, he will definitely leave the door.

Dong Dong Dong... "Found it..." Hot melt? Is it a power weapon? The sound of breaking is too loud, but the auspicious instrument has no ability to detect through heavy metal. The sergeant is a little uncertain. The servitors must not have the key, because the environment there obviously does not require them to have any rights.

"Break the door!" He took out his power sword, so that it could be hidden without using adamantine. The door could not even withstand the explosion of explosive bombs, so that there could be less noise, so he asked to use the holy relic to make the sergeant feel a little better. Struggle, but it is gone in a flash. A weapon is just a weapon, no matter how sacred it is, it is not a tool!

That kind of thinking allowed the Master Chief to create miracles in many complicated wars involving the honor of the empire, allowing him to reach the heights of Ruming, and that time he still did not betray his own path and moved forward.

The blade was about to sink into it, but the Master Chief's sensitive facial features felt something good, snapping, footsteps, messy and loose, but it was definitely there.

"Secret!" He instantly sneaked into the corner of the field of vision, while some of the other brothers hid behind the boiler, and some preferred surprise like him, but they could always make their two-meter-tall body inconspicuous at this moment.

The door hidden in the adamantine wall slowly opened. After the sound of gears clicking, the strange team of about ten people, one priest, four cultists, and five servitors, showed their dissatisfied posture. The priest's mechanized grid machine roared in place of his weak, inaudible voice.

"Where are those servitors? Are we not keeping strict supervision? He begged to check the condition of the boiler regularly to prevent the servitors from running out of power and being sucked into the boiler. It's fine now. Let's drain the equipment and fish out those big iron lumps."

It was obviously not the first time they had done this, and those people seemed natural and skillful in emptying the liquid, picking up tools, and blocking the pipes. But their conscientiousness was not comparable to the Space Marines or the heroes of the Falcon of Destruction. extra.

After a mortal cultist turned on the button, he felt a pulling force from behind, and then cold metal pressed against his body. It felt like a huge hydraulic press touched his head, and his vision went black...

The Master Chief wiped the blood and body fluids from his leg armor, put the guy away, quickly approached another mortal, and instantly cut his head with his saber.

With such a situation playing out on all sides of the room, one Space Marine would need to kill two people to completely turn the situation into a one-sided advantage.

A few minutes later, the Mechanicus Priest could no longer see any living people in the middle of the room, and his electromagnetic voice was still calling them. "Norn, Bruno, Cade?" He was a little panicked, as if he realized that the situation was good, and the Mechanicus was not a materialist, but he had indeed seen a lot of witchcraft.

At this moment, he felt that the circuit in his mind was broken, but before he could run away, the Space Marine's thick legs and arms held his head, and the entire display was filled with ice and darkness.

"Traitor, what do I want to do?" the sergeant asked, and the priest answered in an emotionless voice. "He needs to ask for support. Obviously that matter is no longer required. Let him survive. His data is the key to opening the door. His unmodified retina is the best equipment key. He can predict us. What do you need, demigod?"

"Cooperate, let them cooperate. He has already seen that the founding governor is unhappy. That matter will become easier because of his joining." He spoke very fast but standardly, speaking fluently in low Gothic, fearing the wrong side. The demigod asked one more question.

But the Master Chief did. "That's it. Thank you for your cooperation."

"He feels your loyalty, and now they just need a little bit of dedication."

The priest replied excitedly. "Yes, yes, of course!" When Donglai came, he felt the thick leg fingers inserted into his throat like a leg knife, completely destroying his vocal system, and it stung when Donglai came.

The Space Marine grabbed his head and pulled the entire eyeball out, as if getting its garnish from a cocktail.

Blood, oil and parts fell to the ground along with fragments of flesh and blood. "Thank you for your contribution to the Emperor, Mechanicus." The sergeant has always disliked traitors, not to mention he doesn't like the Mechanicus either. The two guys are stacked up against each other at this moment, and it is difficult for him to stop.

He picked up the eyeball and shook it towards the hidden door. Soon, after sensing the wet eyeball of the person with authority, the door made a sizzling gear sound and then opened.

When the Space Marines walked out, they saw that the dark underground corridor outside looked like a dug-out air raid shelter. However, according to the direction of the fluids going east, the Master Chief almost instantly judged that it was definitely going through the slowly descending eastward passage on the right. no problem.

But no one knew, before the door of the room was still very close, dozens of elite stormtroopers crawled out of the pipe. They were not as elegant or even as elegant as the Space Marines, but because of the stench inside and It was blocked and almost soaked in blood.

Now they had to rush out as fast as possible and silently before the external secret door closed, which was extremely painful. Even so, they did not give up the mission, and even slowly followed the extremely fast pace of the Space Marines. It also represents the limit of what humans can do.

The willpower and spirit erupted by the soldiers of Zhongji Academy cannot be compared to that of ordinary soldiers. When they follow the steps of the demigods, their energy is nothing compared to the pain they endured during training.

After the Space Marines stepped into the bottom of the eastbound tunnel and activated the door with their retinas, they slowly entered the deepest part of the east. The scenery there was surprising. There were tens of thousands of densely packed giant petri dishes. A solution of organic biomass breeds something resembling Zerg warrior bugs.

But compared to those hunters outside the galaxy, the existence there is obviously more demonic, with a few mutant horns and red exoskeletons with evil charm, and a terrible metal monster, or more precisely, the Gene Sage, Mirkor, is constantly pressing buttons and pulling levers with his tentacles at the console on the high ground.

Without the existence of computers to judge the biomass and input required by each individual, he uses his own judgment and technology to create a group of pioneers that are unique to him and cut off from the will of the Zerg.

That group of biological monsters can make up for the weakness of that world without intelligent control robots. So far, their ground forces will be truly powerful in that forging world.

And the powerful Gene Sage is more like a monster than the Mechanical Sage, or more precisely, a huge spider, which is very different from the appearance collected by the Imperial Guard or even the Space Marines and the records of the Empire.

He usually looks like an ordinary mechanical priest in the outside world, so many people think he is a lucky man with mediocre talent. After all, his hundred-year rule has focused on people's livelihood, but outside the Mechanicus, he has achieved very little.

At this moment, the monster's body has many artificial joints and legs to meet his absolute needs. Due to the control of that place, the huge platform cannot accommodate his special body. The light of wisdom flows in his eyes, and the roar of the huge server driving the body is even more amazing.

"What a monster heretic." The sergeant sighed in the dark haze, and took out his data version to prepare for filming. Just after that action appeared, the huge gene sage made an almost gentle voice, which was completely different from his distorted appearance, but consistent with the voice of his shell that he openly gave to the people.

At this moment, an idea flashed in the sergeant's mind. Does he really like the citizens of the empire and want them to live and work in peace?

But he quickly shook his head, because the heretic said. "Welcome, fellow Astartes monks, he has met the most respected guests, at present, no one else, of course, if the Sun Lord comes there, he can ask to repeat that set of rhetoric."

The sergeant touched his sword at this moment, and the murderous intention was already rising.