Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry

Kenis's movement was stopped by a thunderous sound. His twisted, red and angry face turned pale in an instant, and his entire upright body became stooped. There was only a look of fawning and caution on his face.

Putting the electric baton back to his waist, Kenis and all the supervisors knelt down deeply in the direction of the sound. They were even more pious than the slaves working in the factory.

Under the shadow of the overlapping factory buildings, the huge figure of Sande Blacksmith appeared. Load-bearing steel gratings designed for mortals groaned under his footsteps.

Kenis didn't even dare to raise his head to observe where Blacksmith Shande had gone. He knew that this was not his master, but this master was powerful enough to manage his master.

My Lord just wore a masterpiece made of ceramic steel and evil iron, with spikes and black and yellow stripes on it, and heavy chains that made a sound as he walked.

But this gentleman.

Kenis's body trembled, and he even suspected that he would be frightened to death under this heavy pressure.

A noble war blacksmith. Even though he, a slave overseer, didn't know what a war blacksmith was, he knew from his observation that even if they killed the Iron Warriors, it was just a matter of convenience.

"Look up, little overseer, I'm in a good mood now."

The voice of Blacksmith Shande came, and Kenis raised his head for a moment and showed a humble smile.

What kind of helmet is this? The red optics emit a dangerous light from under the iron visor, and a sharp iron ring stretches out from behind. This iron ring exudes an uneasy atmosphere, which makes Kniss feel even more of fear.

Like a helpless lamb being targeted by a ferocious jackal, he could do nothing but kneel on the ground in a daze.

Just because the overseers are in fear does not mean that the conditions of the slaves below are good. Their bodies trembled like leaves in a storm, as if they were trying to hide their faces from the sight of a heavily armed war nightmare.

Kernis's cruelty is nothing. As a member of the slaves, the punishment he can unleash is limited, but these inhumane and indifferent monsters are the real ruthless masters here.

"What's going on here? Why has production stopped."

"Sir, this flesh is very disobedient. I am using him to scare the monkeys and bring order into the hearts of other flesh."

Kniss carefully considered his words, without any polite words or compliments, because he knew these adults didn't like this.

Many other supervisors who were unclear about the Lord's character and preferences were executed because of such time-wasting flattery words as "a great honor" and "a great honor". He did not want to cause himself to be thrown into the grinding mill because of his deliberate efforts to please. He was hanged alive in the machine.

"Oh? Discipline? Interesting." Blacksmith Shande's meaningful words came through, and these voices passed through his loudspeaker, appearing even deeper and more vicious.

Blacksmith Sander took a few steps closer to Knis. Now he was only a few meters away from Knis. He did not focus on the overseer, but looked at the panting man with interest.

The metal prosthesis stretched out, and cold and sharp pliers grabbed the man's arm and lifted him up. Blacksmith Shande looked at the mark on the man and turned to look at Kenis. The meaning was self-evident.

Kenis trembled even more. He swallowed and looked at the man carefully, "He made a sky eagle salute."

Kenis did not speak out about the man's behavior of destroying the factory, not because of the man, but because he could live a few more days.

"Aquila Ceremony?" Blacksmith Shande was a little surprised. He injected an injection into the man's chest. The man finally recovered from the state of being about to faint. He opened his eyes and scanned the surroundings. When he noticed When he faced an Iron Warrior war blacksmith, the emotion in his eyes changed from confusion to anger.

"You traitors! You scum who betrayed the Emperor! You should kneel under the throne until you die!"

Kenis was filled with regret as he listened to the man's yelling. He should have beaten the man to death without mercy, instead of thinking about such ridiculous ideas as killing a chicken to scare the monkeys.

But Smith Blacksmith didn't feel angry because of the man's yelling. In this subspace, no one knew the limits of the Corpse Emperor's power better than him.

The fact that they had stayed in an area with the Corpse Emperor for so long and still had nothing to do was enough to show that the Corpse Emperor was not omnipotent. This man's belief would only make him feel ironic happiness washing over his soul.

"Look at your eyes and reaction, Cadian people. Haha, since you like to compete with the Aquila so much, then you can keep competing."

Blacksmith Shande quickly used a welding laser to leave a string of words on the iron plate, and then handed it over to Kenis's hands.

"Hang this beast above the mouth of the furnace. As long as he doesn't have to perform the Eagle Ceremony for a moment, you lower him a centimeter. When he feels the molten flow swallowing his toes, look at his ridiculous belief. Can you still support him?"

Blacksmith Shande left in a burst of rude laughter. Kenis felt nervous sweat all over his body. He took a long breath and hugged the iron plate to his chest. This was the power granted to him to do this. .

"What are you looking at! Get back to your posts!" Kniss stood up straighter and struck more ruthlessly. Even his supervisors were in high spirits, amidst the painful cries of driving away the slaves. Showing morbid excitement.

"Hang him on the furnace mouth of K-3, and I will manage the chains myself!"

The other slaves watched in horror as Kniss took the man who had been treated, tied the outsider with chains and hung him on the hot furnace mouth.

The man made the Eagle Salute in the scorching air, gritting his teeth and holding on to his faith in the Emperor, but his body was so scorched by the heat that it was on the verge of collapse.

The Eagle Salute did not last long. The man's skin was scorched and burnt in the scorching heat, and the muscles under the skin lost control. His arms were shaking a few minutes ago and drooped under the pull of gravity.

"This is much faster than I thought!"

Kniss carefully lowered the chain centimeter by centimeter without any slack. He had to complete the task assigned to him by the adults wholeheartedly.

The man sank into the molten hot metal, a ball of fire rose, and then a disgusting smell of burning came. The slaves continued their work with numb faces until they died of exhaustion on the assembly line.

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