After entering the Palace of Thorns, Dassadra found that the place was more like an evil dungeon than a palace, full of gloomy shadows and ominous omens, and every vestibule and vaulted hall dedicated to darkness. Evil gods, demon statues can be seen everywhere standing on both sides of the road, summoning circles are carved on the stone ground, dyed red by the blood of sacrifices, and the ground is scorched black by the hell flames of the ritual.
The stone of the statue was cracked and ancient, held together by the power of darkness and the evil substances of the warp. They walked under the living light cast by the ghost through the stained glass, through the structure made of mortar and skulls. In the hall, you can even hear the screams of the burned sacrificers under the towering chimneys on a pile of blackened bones.
The cultists and servants in black robes were busy, some were singing hymns, some were preparing rituals, some were reading forbidden books, some lost consciousness, muttering nonsense, sitting in their seats Start to fester.
Blood-hungry demons whisper to others, tempting them to plunge their ceremonial daggers into the backs of their enemies and friends alike.
Even under the dark shadows in the corners, behind the bloody tapestry, demons were at work, or rather they preferred to peek from the shadows.
Tyrant soldiers stood guard in front of the gate, wearing blood-stained armor, leaning on spears, clawed hands on the holsters of automatic pistols.
Many Chaos Space Marines were also seen in the middle. Dassadra scanned the Space Marines deployed in the building with a strategist's eye. Some of them were subspace mutated monsters, or simply bound demon hosts. Their rune-ridden armor smoked from this unclean place and the darkness of their hearts.
But most of them are relatively "normal" red pirates. They gather together in squads or warbands. Some are patrolling, and some are just talking, but almost no conflicts break out.
Dassadra knew this kind of promiscuous pirates very well. It was not an easy task to maintain their discipline. Probably only people like Honso could do it.
Habibo seems to have a very high status here. Everyone hides away in fear when they see him. Da Sadra guesses that the so-called "Defense Cleaning Officer" is probably a title similar to the military police, but under his leadership, at least all the way. Unimpeded, they strode up the palace's polished obsidian steps.
After leaving the palace, they entered a wide but deserted street. Chaos Space Marines guarded the corners of the wide staircase. These guards wore spiked Terminator armor and held chain saws equipped with explosive bombs. Sharp horns sprouted from the helmets, and each one's helmet looked like a beast's face under the rust of the warp.
Soon, several Rhino personnel carriers arrived, and Dassadra looked at Habibo.
"Honso is not in town?"
The other party let out a weird laugh.
"Lord Honso is not in the palace most of the time."
After thinking for a moment, Dassadra nodded.
"It's definitely his style."
With that said, he got into Rhino's cabin.
After more than an hour of turbulence, the convoy arrived at a noisy and busy construction site. This is the defense line under construction outside Badab's Palace of Thorns. Countless servitors and slaves were put into an area thousands of kilometers long, using various types of machinery to build the building. Tunnels and fortifications hundreds of meters deep underground.
Getting out of the cabin, Dasadra took a look around. There were undulating gravel slopes and large pits everywhere. A huge construction machine that looked like a dog-shaped Titan was digging the earth with two huge buckets. Open, countless ant-like workers are working hard.
When you come here, you can clearly see one of the nine huge silver towers.
It looks like some kind of living silver-white growth, rising from the ground, towering more than a thousand meters, covered with radiant crystals and colorful flames, as if there are countless fearful monsters on it. Singing and dancing, at the top of the silver tower is a huge burning eye, staring towards the sky.
"this way please."
Following Habibo through the messy fortifications, Dassadra came to a bunker that was almost completed. It was buried about a hundred meters underground and was made of metal. It will be covered with metal in the future. Massive rocks, and it has several passages leading to the surface, connected to a dozen shallow bunkers, providing a fire area covering approximately two kilometers.
However, what is unique is that its shooting area is not outward, but inward, that is, shooting towards the inner ring of defense.
"Adjust the positions of these machine guns. Move this one five meters to the left. This one..."
Before entering the bunker, Dassadra heard a familiar voice, loud, calm, and full of reason.
At the bunker gate, two intimidating Terminators slowly moved their spiked figures, with chain saws and axes crossed blocking the way, but after Habibo said a few words, they got out of the way.
"Lord Honso is inside."
Habibo did not follow, and Dasadra walked in alone without bringing his entourage.
As soon as he entered, he saw the man, wearing armor similar to his own, with a bald head and a strange silver-white hand with a metallic texture. The skylight above the bunker introduced bright light from outside, making the arm Very dazzling.
His back was to Dassadra, and he was followed by several Space Marines wearing armor of different colors, pointing at a structural diagram hanging on the wall.
"The concealed self-destruction device is installed on the ceiling. The yield does not need to be too large, otherwise it will be easily scanned. A small amount is enough, mainly filled with steel balls and fragments to ensure that it can cover every space in the bunker when it explodes.
"
Seeing that the other party was so focused, Dasadra smiled slightly and said:
"Old boy."
The man was stunned for a moment and turned around.
His skin was pale, almost gray from the lack of real light, roughened by years of battle, part of his skull was encased in shiny metal, his face twisted into a permanent sneer from old wounds and sorcery, One eye was also replaced with a mechanical prosthetic eye, and the intact eye met Dassadra's gaze.
This person is the Badab Defense Commander who was entrusted with the important task by Huron. He is a "hybrid" with the gene seeds of the Fourth and Seventh Legions mixed in his body. He is also the Chaos Lord who has caused countless troubles for the Ultramarines - Hong So.
After seeing that they were his only few friends, Hong Suo's rigid face forced a rare smile.
"Here you come, Dasadra."
Honso stepped forward, and the two touched each other's chests with their fists.
They were once enemies, but in order to survive, they became comrades who depended on each other for life and death. Their relationship could no longer be defined as brothers. Both parties could trust each other without hesitation. Among the Chaos Space Marines, this kind of trust was almost as strong as A battleship is even rarer and more valuable.
"You made such a big noise, how could I not come?"
Dassadra took a look at the structural diagram and could see various modifications scrawled on it in pencil, and then smiled:
"You still like to do things yourself like this. I originally thought you had learned how to be a warlord. Looking at your dusty appearance, you look like a construction worker."
