After entering the Palace of Thorns, Dasadra found that this place was more of an evil dungeon than a palace, with gloomy dark shadows and ominous signs everywhere. Every front hall and arched hall was dedicated to the dark evil gods. Demon statues everywhere stood on both sides of the road, the summoning array was carved on the stone ground, and the sacrifice blood dyed it red, and the hell flames of the ceremony burned the ground black.
The stones that built the statues were full of cracks and were very ancient, and the power of darkness and evil substances from the subspace put them together. Everyone walked in the living light cast by the ghost through the stained glass, through the halls built of mortar and heads, and even heard the screams of the lit sacrificers under the towering chimneys on the black pile of bones.
Cultists and servants in black robes were busy, some were singing hymns, some were preparing rituals, some were flipping through taboo books, some lost consciousness, muttered nonsense, and began to fester in their own seats.
The blood-hungry demon whispered to others, tempting them to insert the ritual short knife behind their enemies and friends.
Even under the dark shadows in the corner, after the bloody tapestry, the demons were working everywhere, or they prefer to hide in the shadows and peep.
The tyrant soldiers guarded the gate, dressed in blood-stained armor, leaned on the spear, and placed their hands that turned into claws on the holster of the automatic pistol.
There were also many Chaos Space Marines in the middle. Dasadra glanced at the Space Marines deployed in the buildings with the eyes of a strategist. Some of them were subspace mutated monsters, or simply bound demon hosts. Their runes-filled armor burst out from the dark place and their dark hearts.
But more of them are relatively "normal" Red Pirates. They gather together on the scale of squads or war gangs. Some are patrolling, some are just talking, but there are almost no conflicts.
Dasadra knows that such pirates are very good at maintaining their discipline, and it is not easy to maintain their discipline, and probably only people like Hongsuo can do it.
Habibo seemed to have a high status here, and everyone was afraid to hide aside when they saw him. Dasadra speculated that the so-called "defense sanction officer" might have a title similar to a military policeman, but under his leadership, they were at least unimpeded. They strided on the shiny obsidian steps of the palace.
After leaving the palace, they entered a wide but uninhabited street. Chaos Space Marines guarded the corner of the wide staircase. The guards were wearing spiked Terminator armor, holding long chain saws and swords equipped with explosive bombs, and sharp corners grew on their helmets. Under the rust of subspace, everyone's helmets were basically the face of beasts.
Soon, several rhino personnel carriers arrived and Dasadra looked at Habibo.
"Hongsuo isn't in the city?"
The other party made a weird laugh.
"Master Hongsuo is not in the palace most of the time."
After thinking for a moment, Dasadra nodded.
“It’s his style.”
As he said that, he got into the Rhino's cabin.
After more than an hour of bumpy ride, the convoy arrived at a noisy and busy construction site, which was the defense line under construction outside the Badabu Thorn Palace. Countless servants and slaves were thrown into a thousands of kilometers long area, and used various machinery to build tunnels and fortifications that penetrate hundreds of meters deep underground.
Crawling out of the cabin, Dasadra took a look around, and there were undulating gravel slopes and large pits everywhere. A huge construction machine that looked like a canine-shaped Titan was digging the ground with two huge buckets, and countless ants-like workers were working hard.
When you come here, you can clearly see one of the nine huge silver towers.
It looks like some kind of silver-white creature with life, rising from the ground, towering over a thousand meters high, with colorful crystals and colorful flames all over it, as if countless fear demons were singing and dancing on it. At the top of the silver tower was a huge burning one-eyed eye, constantly staring at the sky.
"Please do this."
Following Habibo through the chaotic fortifications, Dasadra came to a bunker that was almost completed. It was buried about a hundred meters underground and was cast from metal. It would also cover a large amount of rocks in the future. It had several passages leading to the ground, connected to more than a dozen shallow bunkers, providing a fire-firing area covering a range of about two kilometers.
However, what is more unique is that its shooting area is not facing outward, but inward, that is, shooting towards the inner ring of the defense.
"There are some adjustments to the position of these machine guns, and this one is shifted to the left by five meters, this one..."
Before he could enter the bunker, Dasadra heard a familiar voice, loud, calm, and rational.
At the door of the bunker, two daunting Terminators slowly moved their spiky figures, chainsaw battle axes crossed to block the way, but after Habibo said a few words, they made way.
"Lord Hongsuo is inside."
Habibo did not follow in, and Dasadra did not bring her entourage and walked in alone.
As soon as he entered, he saw the man, wearing armor similar to himself, with a bare head, a hand with a weird silver-white texture and a metallic texture. The skylight above the bunker head guided the bright light outside, making the arm very dazzling.
He turned his back to Dasadra, followed by several Space Marines in armor of different colors, pointing at a structural diagram hanging from the wall.
"The hidden self-destruction device is installed on the ceiling, and the equivalent is not too large, otherwise it will be easily scanned, just a small amount, mainly with too many steel balls and fragments, ensuring that it can cover every space in the bunker during explosion.
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Seeing that the other party was so focused, Dasadra smiled slightly and said:
"Old guy."
The man was stunned for a moment and turned around.
His skin was pale, almost turned gray due to the lack of real light, and became roughened by the years of battle, part of his skull was wrapped in bright metal, and his former wounds and witchcraft twisted his face into a permanent sneer, and one eye was replaced with a mechanical prosthetic eye, which was intact to the gaze of Dasadra.
This person is the Badabu defense commander who was entrusted by Huron with important tasks, a "mixed-blood child" with gene seeds of the Fourth and Seventh Legions in his body, and also the Chaos Lord who caused countless troubles to the extreme warriors - Hong Suo.
After seeing that he was his only few friends, Hong Suo's rigid face squeezed a rare smile.
"You're here, Dasadra."
Hong Suo walked forward, and the two stretched out their fists and touched each other's chests.
They were once enemies, but in order to survive, they became comrades-in-arms who depend on each other. The relationship between them was difficult to define by brothers. Both sides could hand over their backs to each other without hesitation. Among the Chaos Space Marines, this trust is almost more precious than a battleship.
"How can I not come if you make such a big noise?"
Dasadra looked at the structural diagram and could see that the above was made various modifications with pencils, and then smiled:
Chapter completed!