The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 2644: A Terror Deeper Than Terror

Just as they were suffering a fierce counterattack from the Mechanicus, the Black Limb Sect's original underground home was completely lost. All the family members left there lost contact, and some who managed to escape described spider-like monsters covered in bloody skin.

Well, although they themselves were monsters, it was clear that the other party was even more fierce.

So, quite ridiculously, they were driven out of their main battlefield, the underground world, and forced to entangle with the massive Guard on the surface, even having to divide their forces to defend the various underground exits.

But this situation could not last long, because the Mechanicus's firepower advantage on the ground and air superiority were too great. The strongholds they had originally occupied were divided by air raids and bombings, turning into isolated islands. Although they could still resist with the equipment at hand, they would be gradually eroded over time.

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The only way was to open up the passages of the underground world so that they could reconnect and plan a new offensive.

"Brothers and sisters! Load your bullets, draw your blades, and let's go!"

The leader of the New Blood cultists held a chainsaw sword high, and the surrounding New Blood also raised their weapons and shouted.

Then this "pathfinding group," mainly composed of New Blood, walked into the dark passage.

Not long after entering, a disgusting stench began to torment the sensitive olfactory nerves of the New Blood cultists. This stench was mixed with the decay of corpses, the evaporation of excrement, and the smell of various chemicals. Although the circulating breathing masks and helmets equipped by the New Blood cultists could well isolate toxic gases and bacterial erosion, they were powerless against the pungent odor.

"It's strange, why has the space here become so dirty, like those foul-smelling sewers that make your scalp tingle."

A New Blood cultist tapped his mask self-deprecatingly and complained to all the nest-group family members:

"Brother, don't say it, I also feel that everything in this place is rotting, but I don't think it's empty."

Another nest-group brother checked the auspex in his hand from time to time. Although the instrument did not show the existence of any creatures, relying on the intuition of a Genestealer hybrid and the experience of wandering in this environment for many years, he was sure that there must be obstacles here.

Not to mention the terrifying legends from the underground. You must know that they were originally supposed to be the source of terror in the underground, but now they have to fear something deeper, which sounds ridiculous.

As the vanguard continued to go deeper, they began to split up into various forks in the road, because there were actually several passages leading to the target location, and they had to confirm which one was passable.

Jackie, one of the New Blood leaders, led his team deep into a passage that a team had entered not long ago, but that team never returned and disappeared without a trace.

This used to be their home, and they could not tolerate being taken away by some damned thing. However, as they continued to enter, Jackie found that this deep passage had become a bit too strange—many servitor wrecks were piled up high like stalagmites in a cave, and traces of frost were found in some unusually hot tunnels.

Seeing such a strange sight, some mortals who are good at association and fear visions would probably withdraw from this place and dispel all plans for subsequent searches, but the Black Limb cultists are not real humans. The nerve tissue hidden in their brains can give them ant-like dedication while developing their intelligence to the maximum extent.

Soon, they arrived at the first underground transfer station, which was originally a place for vehicles to switch roads or change locomotives, and was once an important stronghold of the cult, but now it is dead silent.

Even when the cult decided to temporarily abandon the underground, they planned to hold on here as a "counter-offensive" in the future, so they sent a large force to garrison here, but soon these troops disappeared.

No one knew what happened, even the bishop's neural network did not sense anything, or rather, their neural network was cut off at a certain time, blocking it.

This is also the cult's most uneasy thing, after all, this means that there is a real force hidden underground that is enough to wipe them out, but the cult's senior management has always kept silent about what the underground thing is and prohibited it from being revealed to the cult's bottom level—perhaps the reason is the same as the empire they hate, worrying that fear will breed chaos.

"Everyone be careful, the last team lost contact after crossing here."

Walking in the ruins full of large machinery and collapsed facilities, Jackie reminded his team softly. Relying on his hyper-sensitive senses as a hybrid, he had already smelled a trace of unease. The New Blood were beginning to feel some fear.

But suddenly, the bishop's respectful words echoed in his mind.

"Brothers and sisters, bad news, a team has lost contact with us, and their soul cords have also disappeared from my brain. The situation is not good. All search teams must stay in place and wait for orders and establish defenses. Reinforcements will arrive at your location. I will guide you with a psychic beacon, don't worry."

The cult bishop can send information to the brains of every cult believer through the psychic network even tens of thousands of meters away. This miraculous talent is the boundless power bestowed upon these devout believers by the Black Limb Emperor.

"Be careful, family members, reinforcements will arrive soon, but I still want to say, and will repeat it over and over again, be careful!"

"Jackie, you are as nagging as my mother now. Everyone will pay attention even if you don't say it."

A nest-group sister joked with her nest-group's opposite-sex brother while holding the laser pistol seized from the Mechanicus, carefully aiming the barrel at every abyss-like dark corner. Her purple face was blocked by the breathing recycler and helmet, and her true feelings could not be seen, but the air exhaled from the breathing interface was so rapid.

"Everyone, first deploy simple defenses. Perhaps this will become an advance base. The bishop should have changed his strategy and plans to advance step by step to the target location. This may waste some time, but it is more stable."

Under his command, hundreds of New Blood were busy. They chose the transfer room of the transfer station as a base. This is a solid two-story building, completely made of metal.

It was once a small church of the cult. The New Blood cleaned up their abandoned holy land with piety. The cult still retained many ornaments here, as well as the remains and broken bones of those poor slave workers and various deformed creatures. The mechanical arm of the mechanical priest and the crushed Guard armor were piled together, and strange and strange decay fungi were growing in the damp corners.