Chapter 214 The Beginning of the Fierce Fight

Chapter 214 The Beginning of the Fierce Fight

Chapter 214: Hold on—The Beginning of the Fierce Battle

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 and 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, trying to destroy it solely with the individual weapons in the hands of the Crow Guards is tantamount to wishful thinking.

External targeted destruction plans were abandoned.

Instead, they tried to enter the furnace's organization to find the core and destroy it.

While discussing the plan of action, they waited for half of the Shadow Team to withdraw 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 also crawling with unknown twisted creatures.

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

The corridor in the distance was now not only shrouded in darkness, but also the unique whispers of ghosts and twisted subspace creatures began 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 appeared 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 amid the sharp scraping sounds of the sharp blade legs 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 pipeline is now covered with scales, and the complex instrument panel at the end of the pipeline is like an independent snake head. When the necks 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 is about to come off the production line, and I need to be on site to preside over it."

"No more, you can leave." Alpha in the shadow waved to the mechanical priest, indicating that his service ended here.

"Supreme Hydra!"

The mechanical priest whispered to him, and then drove the six blade legs out.

"Supreme Hydra!"

Alpha in the shadow also responded. This was probably the only instinct that could be stimulated in his complex and changeable brain circuit.

Calvin and others did not know everything here. They were still groping in the direction of the power source of the furnace in the blueprint;

And walking towards them was the main force of the entire Midnight Lords war gang who had been recuperating, and the Khorne Demon and its legion who had been lying in the furnace enjoying the lava soaking and bloody sacrifice.

The encounter started in the feeding hall of the furnace.

This benefit and the huge size of the furnace expanded from a room the size of a conveyor belt of an ordinary furnace to the scale of a train station.

If this furnace is compared to the stomach of a giant, then the dozen heavy rails in the feeding hall and the locomotives waiting for empty cars are its tongue for eating.

Calvin immediately noticed the traces of the Chaos warband and turned around to order the others to continue to move forward as planned.

This expected battle did not make him hesitate. He expected that he would encounter the enemy in such a core position, which was a pleasant surprise.

He immediately attacked the first-coming Midnight Lord:

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

Several Midnight Lords were cut down from the shadows by him before they could make a sound.

The latecomers were not giving up yet, and more shadows spread to his moving trajectory, and then were killed by his dancing jumping slash.

"Stop Plan No. 1!"

An exceptionally tall Astartes raised his arms and shouted. The purple-black iron cavalry terminator he wore was so conspicuous in the crowd that it attracted Calvin's attention at the first time.

This former member of the Midnight Lord Honor Guard has now become a servant of Chaos.

Under the gaze of the gods, he, who called himself the Lord of the Chaos Warband, completely abandoned the honor of the Astartes and instead wantonly swayed the bloodiness and brutality of the Nostramu culture to the extreme to please himself and the gods he believed in.

"Abandon the first plan! Push forward! Don't give him room to roam!"

Looking at Calvin's easy slaughter, the Lord of the Bloody Night, Aldan Varel, shouted loudly.

And with his order, the subsequent Midnight Lords began to abandon the failed tactics of sneaking in the dark, and instead shifted their formations and positions to the standard tactics of the Legion period.

A large number of violent arrows began to gather with the formations of teams of Midnight Lords, rhythmically covering Calvin's left and right.

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

It was an obvious head-on tactic.

Calvin pulled back a safe distance with a serious face, looking at the battlefield in front with a complicated expression.

This tactic, which gave up agility but was too clever, was particularly suitable in this small space (compared to company-level combat units).

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

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

But soon after the start, the enemy began to advance towards the inside of the furnace, which was exactly what he could not ignore.

The tragic defense and attack began, Calvin's original mobility advantage was restrained, and the opponent's heavy firepower finally found an opportunity to play.

The violent arrow guns shot at him like raindrops, but he could not open the passage to the inside of the furnace, and could only use the psychic shield to resist.

This emphasis on node anomalies also attracted the attention of the opponent's commander.

After realizing the danger of possible infiltration and destruction, a large number of midnight lords launched an attack behind him without regard for casualties under heavy firepower.

"For war!"

"Truth will surely defeat lies!"

Dozens of Midnight Lords shouted their battle cries and rushed towards Calvin at a distance of 100 meters.

The lightning claws and power swords shining with their positions stood upright at their sides. The roar of the bolt gun and the hot melt bomb made Calvin retreat step by step under the force of the shield.

But that was the end. Once the footsteps of the charge covered the subsequent firepower, Calvin's slaughter was unstoppable among the people on the front line.

The crackling lightning claws were grabbed by the palm condensed with psychic energy, and the twisted wrist joints were pulled out by the huge force with white bone stumps and pink tendons;

The laurel crown raised high on the helmet was as light as a feather as the power sword. It was cut by the great sword containing psychic energy in an instant, and it was bent and broken in the harsh twisting sound.

"Devil, die!" A Midnight Lord who was red-eyed rushed towards Calvin with a hot melt bomb, wanting to die together.

"Are you crazy? Who is the devil?"

Calvin, who was both amused and annoyed, used his psychic power to strangle him by the throat from ten meters away, and then lifted him up on the spot.

Under the bloodshot eyes of his comrades beside him, he was crushed to pieces along 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 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's side, 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. 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 privately but timid in public battles. They are just a bunch of trash 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...

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