Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 150 Blackstone Fortress, Part 2
Gloomy Gothic language echoed here, strange soldiers walked in the black fortress, and Taylor could see those twisted things moving forward.

"What is that?" he whispered, looking at a creature in front of him.

He was a pale dwarf, like a leper, without clothes, skinny, with his head lowered and his body twitching constantly.

These things are everywhere here, on the ceiling, on the ground, or in the ventilation ducts, with distorted faces and ugly appearances, but they don't care about the arrival of the Imperial Guard.

When the huge body of Frenstein's car ran over those things, the engine actually went straight through them.

Iron Man Roglo said, "They are creatures of the Warp."

"But unlike demons, they are ownerless and have no subjective will. This place called Blackstone Fortress is a rift between the Warp and reality, and they have strayed into it."

Before he could finish, he suddenly gestured to stop and silence, because three Emperor's Children soldiers walked by with guns in hand.

The purple, foul phoenixes scurried down the corridor. They were silent, but Roglo said, "They've noticed our intrusion, but they haven't found us yet."

Taylor asked. "What's going on?"

Roglo said. "Do you think I'm just with the Chaos Marines to get free energy? I hacked into their systems. While I can't disable them, I can certainly monitor some of them."

Taylor smiled. "You're more useful than I thought."

The iron man responded with a rather satisfying response, "Of course, I'll take you to my lair now."

He didn't know why he had developed this habit and accent. Generally speaking, the term "nest" was only used by space pirates, but he seemed to enjoy it.

Taylor asked curiously, "How do you know the origins of those Chaos Products?"

"By the way, how did you get into the Iron Warriors' lair?"

Roglo replied. "Sometime after we parted, I made a misjudged Warp jump and ended up in the Warp, the place you call the Garden of Nurgle."

"Luckily, I'm not made of flesh and blood, so I didn't break down, but I'm still in a mess."

"At that time, I pretended to be a machine contaminated by the virus for a long time, wandering aimlessly in the vast rotten land. Therefore, I saw the existence of many chaotic forces."

The Lightling girl sighed. "That sounds like hell."

Roland said, "We are only one step away from there now."

Roglo laughed. "At first, I was in despair, until I saw a giant figure, a silver man with pale hair and beard, holding a sword, and in an instant, he killed a great demon."

Taylor interrupted the story. "Wait!"

"A great demon serving the Lord of Filth? I once used the firepower of almost two regiments to bombard that thing for a full ten minutes, and he killed it with just one sword?"

Rogello said. "He also wanted to kill me until I proved I wasn't corrupted. He wasn't interested in anything other than demons and heresy, so he let me go."

"Then, someone in the real world summoned the great demon at the same time, and he and I jumped out together."

"I remember them shouting and yelling, wearing robes with strange decorations, heads or rotten meat or something."

"They were yelling, 'Diego!' as if they had seen a ghost."

"Then they were all hacked to death by that old man. I was terrified at the time, but he was pulled back into the warp by an invisible force and told me that his promise had not been fulfilled, or something like that."

"That's how I ended up in Chaos' hands. They thought I was an ancient piece of iron swept from the Warp."

Taylor frowned. Could he be talking about "Zha Ge"? The Grey Knights Grand Master?
He asked immediately. "Do you remember the spells or…" Iron Man said. "That guy's appearance is uncertain, but I only know one thing: he should be nearby. Maybe if you summon a demon, he'll come out."

Taylor shook his head in amazement.

Then Iron Man said, "Here we are, my lair."

This is an absolutely dark and narrow place, and it doesn't look like a good hiding place.

Taylor wanted to ask more questions when Roglow pulled open the thick iron sheet, revealing a small door inside that was large enough to accommodate a 6-meter behemoth and a space inside that was comparable to a garage.

At the same time, it is connected to the energy system, which not only has lights, but also plugs, which can provide a steady supply of electricity to meet the consumption of the Imperial Guard's laser weapons and lighting and heating.

"That big?" Taylor exclaimed.

Roglo replied. "No, no, no, it's too small. This fortress is the size of the moon, and there are countless spaces like this within it. Even the Chaos Warriors haven't fully understood many of them."

"There are many pipelines connecting here. It can be said that a cunning rabbit has three burrows. It can connect most of them."

"I calculated the area here and it's probably over 200 square meters, but this is still the smallest open space I could find."

"This was originally a storage area for Eldar equipment. It might have housed some powerful technology, but humans didn't know how to use it, so they tore it down and left it as a vacant room. But then, time and ownership changed, and it was forgotten."

"Don't worry, it's very safe here. Just drive that junky car of yours in here, and they'll never find us."

Roland cursed. "Frenstein isn't trash, he's our brother!"

Iron Man said, confused. "You see something like me, someone with true willpower, as a scourge, yet you consider that spliced-together thing a brother?"

"When I was born, guys like this were all..." He was about to curse something when Taylor suddenly sawed his butt with a chainsaw sword.

"Hey!" he cursed, looking at the sparks, but Taylor just said, "How about this pattern? If you insult it again, I'll consider giving you a whole beautiful heraldic seal."

Roglow cursed in binary phrases in dissatisfaction. Although Taylor didn't understand, the iron man didn't really care about such a small conflict. After all, a long life was quite boring.

And these guys are fun.

When Ferenstein drove into the place, the deserted room became more lively, but Taylor still said, "Can you draw a schematic?"

"First, draw out the ones near here so we can know what to prioritize."

Rogello continued. "Yes, but we only have so many people. How can we possibly defeat such a large fortress here?"

Taylor nodded. "Indeed, so have you ever heard of the saying, guerrilla warfare, and fear tactics..."

"The idea came from a Space Marine Legion, the Night Lords, and I will now slowly reveal its secrets to you."

Taylor said something mysteriously, and then Rogelio spoke suspiciously. "Do you think this will work?"

Taylor nodded. "Time to use our initiative!"

"Everyone, get ready for combat, we're going to keep those guys up all night!"

He picked up a statue of the emperor that he had carved by hand and raised it gently. It looked holy in the dim light of the room.

But what Taylor seemed to see was not a sculpture, but hope.

(End of this chapter)