It took three days for Calvin and others to find the passage to the underground.
And it was only at this time that their process began to accelerate.
The underground structure was obviously more complicated than the surface, but following the faint smell of subspace and the traces left by the corrupted rebels, Calvin still found the right path.
They worked their way to the edge of the underground furnace, then were beset by new problems.
The size of this furnace is so huge that the outer layer of explosion-proof armor alone is more than ten meters thick.
The huge furnace broke through the dome of the underground building, stretched upward nearly a hundred meters high, and was linked to the lower level of the hive.
If Calvin and others had not personally arrived at the basic part of the ground 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 arises. Even if a melt bomb is used for small-scale blasting, it may not be able to penetrate the entire outer wall of the furnace;
As for wanting to penetrate the inevitable explosion-proof mechanism in the furnace and then completely destroy the furnace itself, that is even more of an unrealistic joke.
This furnace leaves a lot of redundant space for defense, and it was obviously designed from the beginning to prepare for war.
Without orbital-level macro-cannon strikes or cyclone bomb-level implosion destruction, it would be tantamount to wishful thinking to rely solely on the individual weapons in the hands of the Crow Guards.
External targeted destruction plans were abandoned.
Instead, they tried to enter the furnace's organization to find the core and destroy it.
While they were discussing their plan of action, they waited until half of the Shadow Team had withdrawn from the battle in Hive City Three.
The two teams briefly confirmed the intelligence and plans before infiltrating into the depths of the furnace again.
The huge underground furnace itself is hundreds of meters high. The thick furnace body and its ancillary buildings together 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, guided by the Shadow Team, passed through layers of rebel defenses and penetrated into the core forging workshop.
As the team progressed, Calvin's expression became more and more serious.
The environment here is completely different from before the invasion by Chaos.
The iron-gray walls and floors are now covered with blasphemous runes, and the pipes and instruments are crawling with unknown twisted creatures.
After decades of operation, this place has been polluted by countless sacrificial rituals;
The corridor in the distance is now not only shrouded in darkness, but also the unique whispers of ghosts and twisted subspace creatures have begun to be heard.
"This is it."
Having just passed through a corridor, and seeing the twisted ghosts that were the hallmark of subspace corruption beginning to appear around him, Calvin knew that the limit of infiltration advancement was here.
Ahead is the core area of chaos and corruption. It is impossible to sneak in without being detected.
Calvin used his psychic powers to signal to the surrounding warriors, and then took out the data pad containing the standard furnace design drawings to compare with reality.
Light spots marked with key mechanisms appear densely on the data board in different shades of red according to their importance.
Calvin reached out and clicked on the filtering conditions on the data board, leaving the twenty or so most critical nodes:
"The purpose of the next operation is simple. Find these nodes and attack from the periphery toward the core. I will be responsible for defending the core and pass to buy you time, and you will be responsible for the blasting inside the forge. Are there any problems?"
The surrounding Astartes were still in a hidden state, and the fact that no one responded showed their firm will.
Calvin nodded with satisfaction, then crushed the data pad, which was only for reference, and entered the stealth state again.
drop! drop! drop!
In the main control room at the highest point of the forge, an alarm sounded sharply.
This sound does not sound like it is made by a machine, but more like a crude and malicious imitation of a throat made of flesh and blood.
In fact, this is indeed the case. In today's main control room, there are no longer "dead objects" made purely of steel in the true sense.
Priest Ulysses of the Black Mechanicus drove his spider-like lower body, and with the sharp scraping sound of the sharp blade feet and the rust-colored floor, he walked among a group of instruments that looked like living creatures.
The iron-gray instrument has been given life, like a group of snakes with only upper bodies, twisting unconsciously in a low hissing voice.
The steel pipelines are now covered with scales, and the complex instrument panels at the end of the pipelines are like independent snake heads. When they rub against each other, they bring out sparks and attack each other.
"Oh, B****/s/d5-*matter activated."
He could barely make out the human skull, wearing a half-gas mask-like mask, and reverberated electronic sounds came from the loudspeaker in the abdomen.
"Sir, we have guests arriving."
In the shadow that cannot be covered by indoor lighting, a gorgeous power armor decorated with green scales stood up upon hearing the sound, and the tall figure paced heavily but lightly in the shadow:
"Inform Adua and let his people handle it. In addition, let the adults in the forge know about this matter. They have enjoyed the sacrifice for so long, and it is time to contribute to the Warmaster's cause."
Ulysses lowered 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 stomach, 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. It was an unexpected surprise that he encountered the enemy at such a central location.
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-range 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 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 damage, a large number of Night Lords launched an attack behind him under heavy firepower regardless of casualties.
"For war!"
"Truth will defeat 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, and the roar of bolt guns and melta bombs caused Calvin to 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 slashed by the great sword containing psychic energy in an instant, and was bent and broken with a harsh twisting sound.
"Death to the devil!" A murderous Night Lord rushed toward 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!
Huge shock waves and heat waves were released to the surroundings, and Calvin's figure took the opportunity to disappear again. In the sight of everyone looking around, he appeared on the other side of the battle line to cause new deaths.
kill!
A Night Lord wearing a purple-black iron cavalry terminator broke through the protection of the shield with the palm of Calvin's condensed psychic energy. He grasped his palm between the neck armor and the protective cover of the power backpack above his head. Torn apart by force and psychic energy, the welds on the power shield behind him groaned and were pulled apart, and together with the main body below, they were torn off!
The steel giant, which had suddenly lost its power source, had not yet felt the pressure of faltering. In the next second, Calvin picked him up on the spot and then slammed him to the ground.
The joint between his helmet and neck armor was deformed by the huge force. The pale face under the fallen bat-winged helmet didn't even have time to put away the surprised expression, and was crushed to pieces by Calvin in the next second.
kill!
The Astartes within a few meters of him stretched out his weapon towards Calvin, but the huge white figure turned around like a ghost.
The broad sword from the Luna Wolf was held upside down, and when it was swung with great force, it was like a fan of light, cutting off their breastplates one step ahead of everyone else.
kill!
Beside the corpse in the distance was an Astartes wearing a white visor, waving his staff. The huge psychic energy turned into black lightning with blasphemous power, attacking his body that had nowhere to dodge.
But how could this long-premeditated blow affect Calvin's rhythm?
The confrontation between psykers is essentially a confrontation between the soul and the heart, and the outcome can only be determined in an instant.
When the lightning was about to reach Calvin, an even more dazzling white-gold light burst out from his eyes, and a low 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 to the Lord!"
"You are guilty! God said, if you live without faith, you will die without any support!"
Countless voices echoed in the mind of the Night Lord's think tank instantly!
Countless negative words carrying real power of condemnation were denying his corrupted soul!
"I……"
The collapse of the soul's defense only happens in an instant.
Before he even had time to explain, his corrupted soul spontaneously ignited 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 wants. There are still hidden enemies in this corrupted land that have not yet appeared.
But the team behind him could not interfere with the destruction of the furnace, so he could only turn into a solid door here to block these slaves of Chaos from the door.
Ten, twenty, thirty; one hundred, two hundred, three hundred.
Bloody close combat and the roar of violent missiles resounded throughout this station-sized hall; psychic energy and heavy artillery filled the huge but small space.
The Night Lords finally retreated. After the charge led by the Warband Lord was smothered by him, the traitors who surrendered to Chaos finally showed their weakness.
They no longer had the courage and perseverance they had under the Emperor's command. After losing the oppression of their lords, they finally revealed their true side, falling into the fear and weakness hidden behind the tyranny.
They are brave enough to fight in private but timid in public war. They are just a bunch of useless people who are strong on the outside but weak on the inside.
This was the conclusion Calvin came to while standing on a hill piled on the corpses of hundreds of dead Astartes, holding a greatsword in one hand and breathing heavily.
The bitter consequences of traveling long distances without getting any rest have already been reflected:
He still has a surplus of spiritual energy, but his seemingly endless physical energy is already running low.
If the impact just now had been more severe and lasting, he might have revealed his last trump card.
He held tight and breathed in the scorching air, trying to get the oxygen his body needed to recover.
In the darkness in the distance, more low and profane laughter sounded...
The belated update has kept everyone waiting for a long time. Two in one, 4300 words, sent directly.
(End of chapter)
