Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind.

Chapter 28 Pollution Sources

Russell took off his mask, burned the vomit on his face with spiritual flames, and pinched his nose to look around in the smoky stench.

This fortress is the largest building on the battle moon, but the word fortress actually describes its level of defense. The overall shape of this large building is actually a towering spire.

The arsenal for assembling ancient giants and iron giants, the shipyard for building interstellar ships, and any other orc war facilities are distributed around this tower and radiate around.

However, only when you enter the interior can you truly know that this majestic tower is only covered with a thin layer of iron sheet, and the interior of the building can no longer see any metal components. There are twisted and strange purple-red flesh and blood everywhere, and the whole is a huge sarcoid covered with iron sheet.

Russell pinched his nose and took a closer look. Blood vessels could be vaguely seen in the slightly pulsating wall, and the floor under his feet was also greasy and soft, as if he was stepping on the belly of a greasy fat man.

He walked down the foul-smelling tunnel of flesh, not seeing any living things except the fortress itself.Only in some hidden corners can we occasionally see structures protruding from the cracks in the walls, resembling tree roots.

Misty spiritual energy danced slightly in his eyes, and the scene in front of Russell's eyes changed rapidly.

Across the waves of the warp, he saw, there had been a fierce battle here before he came.

These tree-root-like monsters were actually big, strong, and heavily armed green-skinned orcs. The Space Marine commandos who broke into the fortress paid a heavy price after a fierce firefight before destroying them all, and went deeper along the corridor.

And those orc corpses that were blasted to pieces by the bolt guns had some unexpected changes after the Astartes left—their flesh and blood decayed rapidly, and thick roots were pulled out from the corpses, wriggling and crawling into various dark crevices like earthworms, taking root in the dirty flesh and blood in the fortress, never moving again.

Russell squatted in the corner and picked up a sticky root nodule with the Huntress Blade. It seemed that this thing was gradually growing into a human face. Its small appearance was very kind.

"It's polluted like this, and I don't know if it can still be used." Russell shook his head and sighed, shook off the mucus on the blade, and continued to walk forward.

He didn't encounter any danger along the way. The structure in the fortress was intricate, like a network of blood vessels in a human body. The orcs who stayed behind were either assimilated by this fortress, and most of the remaining few troops were killed by Astartes.

The reason why Russell has never been able to see the traces of the battle is because whenever the commando team ends the battle, the nun of silence in the team leaves with the team, and the tunnel of flesh and blood without the influence of the untouchables will immediately return to the control of chaos.

Whether it was the orc corpses that were blown into debris, the chainsaw swords that broke off in fierce battles, the bullet casings thrown out by large-caliber firearms, or even the corpses of space warriors wearing ceramic steel armor, they all quickly merged into this living fortress and became squirming flesh and blood.

Russell's footsteps continued to go deeper underground, and the influence of the surrounding subspace became more and more serious.

Gray Wind once wondered, why the battle moon has not provided any fire support for the space naval battle in orbit since it appeared above the second moon, and has become completely motionless.

Russell can now answer these questions.

It's very simple - this battle moon has been rotten from the root, only the industrial area on the surface of the star still retains the ability to fight, and its interior has been completely deformed into a foul-smelling cesspool.

Russell wanted to chat with Gray Wind on this topic, but at this depth, the degree of interference in the subspace had already made the conventional means of communication in his hands useless. It was not ordinary boring to find no one to communicate with in such an environment.

Closing his eyes and feeling the evil energy of the subspace surging deep underground, Russell could feel the foul-smelling pus from Nurgle and the waaagh of the orcs!!! The force field was engaged in a subtle and fierce confrontation every moment.

It is precisely because of the existence of the waaagh!!! force field that the power of Nurgle has never been able to truly descend, and such a place polluted by chaos is not full of cute gadgets like Nurgle.

At the same time resisting subspace pollution and the pursuit of the imperial fleet, it's a good thing they can survive until now...that is, the green skins. If any imperial world suffered such pollution, it should have dragged its family to join the gang.For a while, Russell actually began to have some pity for the orcs, thinking that it was not easy for them.

But pity is pity, things that should be recycled still have to be recycled, bugs are coming soon.

Russell burned the mask in his hand to ashes, and replaced it with a hazy psionic mist covering his face.

After redoing the camouflage, Russell followed the footsteps of the commando to speed up and rushed to the deepest part of the fortress.

Under the fortress, countless passages of flesh and blood are intricately intertwined into a network similar to blood vessels, whose scale has far exceeded the volume of the building itself, making people feel like they are walking in a dream.

The deeper one goes, the weaker the existence of the real universe, the less and less steel, and the more and more biological tissues.

Thick tree roots and blood vessels, rotting pustules and mucus appeared more and more frequently on the surrounding walls. From time to time, a few slimy snot-like gadgets would come out, heralding the coming of loving father.

And at the end of this blood vessel network, in the deepest part of the fortress, on the floor flowing with turbid thick soup, there is a throne of flesh and blood covered with tumors and pustules.

The throne belonging to the orcs was originally made of steel, but now it is covered with all kinds of grotesque teeth and lymphatic tissue. The thick tree roots are like a palm holding the entire throne firmly, and even holding the big green skin sitting on it.

Dull murmurs echoed around the throne, like a kind father tirelessly expressing his clumsy love for his child, while the strong orc wrapped in rotten flesh and tree roots responded with angry teeth grinding and low growls.

On this evil instrument of torture that no longer belongs to the real universe, it is "waaagh!!!" that always maintains its will.

It's been a long tug of war, but the end is near, and it will be a fatherly victory.

But suddenly—

The rumbling chainsaw sword split the muscle fibers wrapped around the wall, and the burly warrior in pitch-black armor held a sword in one hand and a gun in the other, stepping on the ground full of blood and pus, he broke into this desecrated land full of chaotic energy.

The fighting brothers who accompanied him had already lost more than half of them on the way here, but they didn't have the slightest timidity in the face of the twisted and strange evil picture in front of them.

The Astartes monks and the only surviving nun of silence closely followed the steps of the chapter master. The think tank in the team opened the "Emperor's Holy Word" and whispered, trying to use psionic energy to dispel the evil forces that tried to corrode their armor and hearts.

Accompanied by the viscous sound of flesh being torn, a huge hydraulic claw broke through the wall, and one of the two holy dreadnoughts accompanying the commando team had fallen, and the surviving person drove the mecha that had begun to deform flesh and blood to get here with difficulty, ready to use his life to give the boys the last help.

(End of this chapter)