Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 4: Capture of the Foundry
The gang members who were about to answer looked confused, except for a man with a gray and black face who raised his prosthetic hands high.

"Boss, I know there's a foundry in the Lower Nest that was once managed by the Tech-Priests who served Mars."

"There's a deadly organic wire mesh surrounding the factory. It's incredibly tough, and even a knife can't cut it. Even if you drop a grenade next to it, it will regenerate after it explodes."

"It has spikes capable of piercing armor and inflicting deep wounds to the bone, and it also secretes an acidic sap that can corrode anyone trapped within it into a skeleton within minutes."

He nervously clenched the spoon and basin in his hands, "Boss, this is all I know."

"Your information is very useful. You can get two spoonfuls of soup. You can start serving the soup."

After hearing what Ninglu said, the man with a grayish-black face hurried to the big pot, scooped two spoonfuls, and then held the yellow-green aluminum basin tightly. He was about to go aside to enjoy it when he heard the boss's voice.

"You seem to know a lot about that factory. Can you provide me with more information about it?"

"Boss, my name is Rawlslev. I used to work at the weapons foundry numbered D-46, as a foreman of the furnace crew."

"Before the priests abandoned the factory and moved to the Upper Nest, life was difficult but bearable."

"Ever since 'Vulture' of the 'Carrion Gang' took control of the factory, he's lived up to his nickname, squeezing everyone to their limits..."

After Nimrod asked Rawlslev about the situation of D-46, he decided to capture the weapons foundry.

In the lower nest, Foundry D-46, the lights are on.

"Vulture" leaned back in his chair and looked at the foreman in front of him who was begging constantly with a joking look.

"Master Vulture, those are children. If you keep doing this, they will die."

"I'm willing to work three more hours a day. I'm much faster than them."

"Really? Then you should just work four more hours a day," the Vulture said sarcastically. "As for them, they have to keep working too."

"Vulture" didn't notice that a picture flashed on the video screen behind him and a figure rushed forward at high speed.

The two-meter-diameter rubber tire hit the wire mesh covered with countless spikes.

Ningluo crawled through the middle of the hollowed-out rubber tire, and at the same time, with a wave of his right hand, the silver-gray fragments accurately cut the center point between the two spikes.

"Someone!"

Two members of the "Scavenger Gang" armed with laser guns were patrolling not far away. He heard the sound and ran over quickly.

Ning Lu put the fragment back into his waist, and grasped both ends of the electric grass with his hands wearing protective gloves at the same time. The acidic juice that seeped out immediately corroded a hole in the gloves.

The Primarch immediately sensed the small hole in his palm. He bent his hand slightly, forming an angle with the empty space in the middle where the hole was.

He rushed forward quickly and threw the electric grass at the two people running towards him.

The sharp thorns pierced the backs of the two men's hands as accurately as shooting them with a gun. They screamed in pain, and in an instant their hands were corroded by the juice until only bones were left.

Ningluo picked up a fallen laser gun and took out twelve energy boxes from two corpses.

He fired a shot into the air as a signal to his men, and then rushed to the control room.

"Vulture" watched on each screen as his useless subordinates were killed by the boy.

"Trash! You are all trash!"

"Vulture" stood up suddenly and picked up the chainsaw sword. Amid the roar, the sound of "kill, kill, kill" once again lingered in his ears.

Vulture strode out of the control room, leaped from the railing, and slashed at the boy.

His pupils were blood red, as if he had returned to that day when he killed the gang leader and seven guards, and the same blood color rose in his eyes.

Afterwards, he found that he had become taller and stronger.

He didn't know what was going on, he only knew that killing would make him stronger. As soon as Nimrod raised his hand to kill a gang member, he felt an enemy rushing towards him from above.

As he rolled backward, he pulled the trigger and hit Vulture right in the chest.

A bloody hole the size of a fist was punched in the chest of "Vulture", but he didn't feel anything. The voice in his head drove him to continue rushing forward.

Ningluo's face was calm. He quickly pulled the trigger. The eyes, heart, hands and ankles of the "Vulture" were almost pierced by the beam, and blood-red flowers bloomed.

The body of "Vulture" slammed heavily onto the metal passage, and blood dyed the trembling chainsaw sword red.

Nimrod slung the laser rifle across his body and picked up the chainsword. He sensed that there was something different about this weapon.

When Rollslev, who was appointed as the leader, rushed into the foundry, he happened to witness the boss firing several shots and killing "Vulture", and was shocked.

The "Carrion Eaters" was not a big gang in Lower Nest, but the "Vultures" were known for their toughness and ferocity, and they were killed before they even got close.

[The boss is so capable at just a few years old. He's definitely going to be a big shot in the hive. There's a bright future in following him!]
When Rawlslev thought of this, he immediately shouted to his men.

"What are you standing there for? Do you still want to drink the dregs of the soup? Hurry up and move. Control the workers and capture the prisoners of the 'Slaughterers'. Kill anyone who dares to resist."

Two hours later, Nimrod sat in the control room and the foundry resumed operation. In addition to the workers, he had a total of 513 subordinates.

Ningluo changed into a clean work suit and slung a laser gun and chainsword that were taller than himself across his shoulders.

The factory's cook prepared for him a large loaf of bread as hard as a brick and a beetroot soup made from a few vegetable leaves, which was the best food in the foundry.

Nimrod ate ten slices of bread in a row, but his superhuman body did not make him feel any discomfort. He drank a large bowl of soup before he felt full.

He looked up at the door and heard a knock.

"Come in."

"Boss, the foundry has resumed normal production."

Rawlslev pushed the door open, looking worried, and reported the good news first.

"Boss, the Khanty-Mansi Dome, which belongs to Foundry D-46, is under the jurisdiction of Arbitrator Dimitrov, and he wants you to come over."

Nimrod knew that the Lower Nest was composed of domes, structures built by the original settlers.

As the hives grew, the domes were gradually abandoned.

In the eyes of the nest dwellers, the residents of the lower nest are not much more advanced than the giant rats and other harmful animals that live here. They live in domes composed of clusters of buildings and survive in a honeycomb-like underground city formed by domes, tunnels and ruins.

"arbitrator?"

Nimrod was thinking of the "Arbitrator" in Sequence 9, which is adjacent to the "Lawyer", but the Arbitrator of Vostroya obviously did not mean the same thing.

After asking, Ningluo understood that the so-called arbitrators were similar to the law enforcers who supervised the domes under the governors of the future hive worlds.

The arbitrators of the Lower Nest usually independently govern the Dome and adjudicate various matters within their jurisdiction.

Those who escaped from the foundry reported to Dimitrov that Nimrod had defeated the "Carrion Eaters" and occupied the factory.

"Boss, 'Vulture' has a terrible reputation. I think Dimitrov is curious about you. After all, you are so young."

"Well, as is the Arbitrator's style, he will give you a warning. I hear he enjoys using his big dog to scare people."

"Chemical dog?"

Ningluo immediately became interested when he heard this.

"Yes, Boss, you also know that vicious dog?"

(End of this chapter)