Chapter 279 The Second Line

Dantik hadn't felt as comfortable as he did today for a long time. He didn't need to fight for a glass of precious water, nor did he have a demon alarm clock that urged him to work overtime to produce more weapons and ammunition.

He quietly lit up the data board in front of him, leaned on the chair he had welded with the Emperor's holy images, and watched the production of the Demon Womb Factory.

Countless female slaves who were escorted were imprisoned in cages and force-fed until their bodies expanded to a weird proportion.

The fattened women spliced ​​together will become the key cultivation equipment of the Demon Womb. Insert chemical pipelines, put in gene seeds, and seal a puberty child in the stomachs of these women that have expanded to the limit.

The successfully cultivated skinless will become an Astartes, and the failed ones will become waste products like mutant Chaos Eggs.

Finally, the skin of the male slaves is sewn onto the skinless Astartes, and a tortured skin-grafted Chaos Space Marine is born.

How efficient! Although they are a little weaker than the recruits who have been selected and tested by the warbands, the number of these warriors will make up for this deficiency.

Today, these productions are coming to an end. The last batch of skinless people has been produced, and the development of those uteruses has matured and can be cut off and sent to his planet.

This plunder can be said to be a bloody profit. Countless minerals and slaves were transported back through the stabilized rifts. And they can also drive these idiots of the empire to play a war game.

When they thought that they didn’t have to dig trenches and build fortresses in the mud, Dantic and his warriors felt happy.

They used to be such characters, needed by endless wars, and thrown into the most dangerous and difficult battlefields.

They captured the strongest fortresses and dug the deepest trenches. The mud on their bodies has not been washed off, and they haven’t even changed the circulating air in their armor.

They were called to fight bloody battles by the damned corpse king and other shameless hypocritical warbands.

Whenever he thought of this, Dantic felt the anger of being fooled and deceived burning in his heart.

But now

Looking at the mortal army and the imperial army under his command killing each other in the muddy and bloody swamp on the holographic map, he suddenly understood how pleasant it was not to do the dirty work himself.

He could send the slave army to level the minefield of the empire.

He could casually instruct the panting army to run around.

He could use countless artillery to hit the troops caught in the melee.

What is their own people? Dantic and his warriors never regarded these slaves thrown into chaos as their own people.

Do you remember how much coal you put into the boiler with a shovel? Don't be funny.

A corner of the screen lit up. It was a slave general under his command. Dantic still had some impression of this guy.

He really had a good command level and studied the teaching books on defense and siege that he had distributed very seriously.

He was much better than those idiots who were taking bribes in the mining areas and basic processing plants below. Production efficiency is not guaranteed, and you still want more from Dantic?

Throwing them into the Demon Womb Factory and skinning them is the last value of these idiots who don't know their own weight.

"My lord, my defense line here is already stretched to the limit, and it is difficult to resist the imperial army for much longer. I wonder if you can get some support?"

"What do you want?"

"If there are 300 artillery pieces."

"Hmm?"

"Then 200. 100."

The mask on the general's face rose and fell with his nervousness and fear. Dantic just looked at this slave general who had never seen a big scene with contempt, and slapped the table hard.

"I will transfer 3,000 artillery pieces for you. How dare you ask for 300 artillery pieces?"

Without giving the general more time to react, Dantic closed the communication, "What a shame!"

He took out a piece of ceramic steel and canned water, and Dantic finely ground the ceramic steel into powder, mixed it with canned water and drank it all.

"Sir, those Kriegs have been escorted."

"Very good!"

A soldier in power armor reported to him, but Dantic also noticed something wrong with the soldier, "Why didn't you clean your arm in time?"

The soldier in the gray metallic power armor looked down at his arm and found that a demon's face was generated from his arm armor with yellow and black warning stripes.

The demon twisted a weird smile of hatred and resentment, grew flesh and blood that it shouldn't have, and pounced on the soldier.

Dantik grabbed the twisted demon and looked at the careless subordinate in front of him with dissatisfaction and blame.

"I told you to clean up every day, have you forgotten again?"

"I'm sorry, sir."

"Go back and take a bath with promethium! We Iron Warriors only enslave demons, not let them possess us! If I see you again, I'll put you in a hell beast!"

"Yes, sir, I'll take a bath with promethium right now."

Looking at the little demon still struggling in his hand, Dantic didn't show any courtesy to him, and hit the demon with a forging hammer.

"I always have to clean up these things of yours! It's so annoying! Go find those fat guys who play with shit? Do you know how much promethium I have to synthesize every month to clean up these disgusting things of yours?"

The demon howled in pain, his soul was torn apart and sucked into the hammer, turning into a small concave face on the hammer head.

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Dantic took back the hammer and couldn't help thinking of their once glorious army to fight against the Emperor. Now the Emperor's children have become a group of drug addicts. Let alone fighting, those idiots are lucky to be able to stand on the deck.

The Death Guards rolled in the shit soup every day, and didn't care about anything except tending to their disgusting flowers and plants. As long as their ships stood near Dantic's planet, the smell that was worse than fermented shit would float over.

Dantic repeatedly approached these Death Guards and asked them not to pollute the environment around their planet. Even the smoke and dust produced by the unfiltered crematorium was covered by the stench.

In the end, the two sides who couldn't talk anymore had to go to war. Dantic swore that he didn't want to fight the Death Guards again. It was too disgusting.

Heavy footsteps were heard, and more than 20 Iron Warriors stood in this fully enclosed steel hall. These were the guards that Dantic brought out for this holiday plunder.

After all, their main purpose of coming out was for ore and mature demon wombs, not to rush over and smash the world of the Empire to pieces.

Iron Warriors only engage in efficient technical warfare, using the least effort to do the most work. They are indifferent experts, and everything can be calculated with precise numbers.

Instead of learning from Kahn's blood-soaked brain-eaters, they just kill the people of the Empire as soon as they see them, and they are brainless and reckless men who kill as many as they can.

Several skulls floated over, and a Krieg soldier was tied under each mechanical skull. These soldiers wearing gas masks to build positions and desperately charging reminded Dantic of themselves.

A feeling of mutual appreciation arose spontaneously, and they could try to persuade these Krieg people to join them, and the future new Empire could also give them a position.

After all, their level of fighting is really good.

"I am Dantic, the leader of the Iron Bone Warband. Your empire is nothing but a sand castle built on lies. Why don't you join us and fight for a brand new empire?"

No. 0 raised his head and looked at Dantic. "Are you their leader?"

"That's right."

"Did you also do this rebellion?"

"Hehe, what a joke. We just stirred it up a little. The people have suffered from the empire for a long time. I prefer to call it liberation."

"Okay."

No. 0 lowered his head, thinking whether he should take action at this time.

But at this moment, the screen of the communicator installed on Dantic's arm lit up, and a familiar holographic figure was clearly seen by No. 0.

"Oh? What's the matter with you?"

"My lord, there was some small chaos on the front line, and the Imperial Army fell into civil war."

A larger war information map was displayed in the hall, and Dantic could see that the battlefield had fallen into chaos.

The Empire's Redemption Corps, the Imperial Guard, and the slave army under his command were fighting in the middle ring area of ​​the Scrap Steel Plain Factory District.

"Then what's your opinion?"

"We can release all the annihilation cell cultivators and let them join the melee. We can directly push back and break through the Memeril Hive. The Tithe Tax Warehouse there has everything that this planet has accumulated for a century."

"The plan is acceptable. We will temporarily suspend the rift transportation. We can give some of the proceeds to the Dark Mechanicus. They have recently come up with a lot of new things."

The holographic figure disappeared, and the fortress began to tremble. It must be that the annihilation cell cultivators are being sent to the battlefield in an endless stream.

The anxious Grenadier 19 twisted her body uneasily. She was waiting for No. 0 to take action and destroy the armored giant in front of her.

Looking at No. 0's appearance, Grenadier 19 felt that his state had changed. She sensed an undisguised anger and hatred.

"Sir, can I ask who that man is?"

"Oh? Sir? I thought you Kriegs would call us traitors or something. This is easier than I thought. You disappoint me."

"Is that man called Amalaja?"

"Huh?"

Dantik took a few steps back and drew his weapon from his waist. The other 20 or so Iron Warriors also aimed their bolters at No. 0 who asked such a strange question.

"How do you know the name of my subordinate? Are you a wizard of Tzeentch in disguise?"

"No, sir. I just have a grudge against him."

Traitors are divided into Chaos and traitors, and Chaos is divided into believers and unbelievers. Iron Warriors are the unbelievers.