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

The situation inside the factory is not bad, at least compared to other Chaos warbands who are not good at management.

There is no manic sound that causes headaches and explosions from the Warband of Slaanesh, there is no rotten mud from the Warband of Nurgle that hinders footsteps, there is no endless hunting and fighting between the Warband of Khorne, and there is no pure randomness of the warband of Tzeentch where the output depends entirely on rolling the dice.

The Iron Warriors became the leaders in destroying the empire more than ten thousand years ago, and they will become the empire's biggest nightmare ten thousand years later.

In the Eye of Terror, only two factions can provide continuous logistical support to the Chaos warbands that are constantly fighting and dividing.

One is the Dark Mechanicum, and the other is the Iron Warriors.

Every time the Shande blacksmith heard the earth-shattering sound of the furnace, he was excited that they could create such a scene in such a chaotic place.

Walking through the sleepless steel gods, with his eyes quickly and indifferently scanning the peons and slaves shuttled among them, Shande felt that this is what mortals should be like, instead of learning from the stupidity of the empire and letting the government established by mortals override the space warriors. above.

But Shande also saw some chaos among the slaves that made him feel unhappy.

He saw a conflict between an overseer and other slaves, but he was not clear about what happened. He asked the two soldiers beside him to wait here, and he decided to manage the order of the factory.

Just like the ruthless two-tier system forged by the Iron Warriors, there are layers of classes and systems within the powerful and terrifying Space Marines, and the same is true among the hard-working slaves.

A large part of the population in Maidengard is made up of mortal slaves, but the elements among them are quite mixed, including war prisoners, cloned fast-born people, and poor people born naturally on this cruel planet.

Kenis is one of them, but he is luckier than other slaves, just because he is an overseer, and the electric rod in his hand is a symbol of his small power.

There will always be such thorns in this factory. They have been there since before I was alive, and maybe there will be many more after my death.

But what does this have to do with yourself? If the production order is disordered, he will be punished by the adults. He has never been punished, and he does not want to know what it will be like to be punished.

Kenis looked at the emaciated figures of the slaves in the secondary processing plant, and his ears could faintly hear the cheers of the slaves who were glad that the factory had finally stopped.

"Tsk!"

Touching the electric baton impatiently, Kenis looked at a slave kneeling in front of him.

This slave was dressed like everyone else, with a simple piece of crude quick-made cloth roughly covering his body. As the hot furnace wind blew, nothing could be seen inside.

But Kenis will not have any desire for some of these skinny, unkempt female slaves. For him, being able to live well is more important than anything else.

The male slave who was brought to Kenis by other overseers had his nose broken and he must have received a lot of beatings. But the overseers will not beat a slave to death or become disabled. After all, these slaves are not their property, but the property of adults.

No matter how despicable the slave's life is, it is not the turn of other slaves to help the master draw the sword.

"Lift your face!"

Kenis ordered the man to raise his face, but the man didn't listen to him, he just kept his head down and panted.

"tmd!"

After cursing, Kniss kicked the man to the ground and poked his thigh with the electric baton in his hand. The man immediately struggled painfully, allowing Kniss to see his face.

He was actually a slave with an external seal... This discovery did not make Kenis show mercy. He became even more jealous, as did the other overseers.

These slaves with external seals were all captured from the outside world. No matter how their lives are now, at least they once smelled an air completely different from the world of Maidengard.

"What did this bastard do?" Kenis kicked the man's butt hard again and asked his men.

An overseer cautiously came over and answered Kenis in a low voice, his tone full of disbelief.

"He stuffed his wrench into the gear and did the aquila salute in front of the other workers."

"This idiot... a pest! He will harm everyone!"

"is not that right..."

After Kenis understood the situation, he would naturally not show mercy to this pest. He should show a brutal attitude to scare the people in the crowd who were ready to make a move.

"When will you learn to behave like a pest!? Maggots! Disaster!" Every time he shouted insults, Kenis would hit the man with an electric baton.

The effect of the lightning could be seen from the constant collision of the man's gums up and down, but he did not succumb to the power of the electric baton and showed no intention of begging for mercy except for a muffled groan.

Kniss roared louder and louder, his face full of violence, "Your superstition can't save you! It can't save others either! Do you understand?" I don't know whether Kniss said these words to the man or to the man. He said it was for himself, but this did not affect the other numb slaves who lowered their heads and could not bear to see the man's scarred body.

"You're such a thorn! Even if I beat you to death! The adults won't say a word!"

Some slaves were a little restless in the crowd. They raised their heads and squinted their eyes to prevent their emotions from being exposed. However, deep dissatisfaction and doubt could be seen from their clenched hands.

Another slave stretched out his hand, opened their clenched fists, and shook his head slightly to signal these outsiders not to do anything stupid.

This isn't the first time Kenis has done something, and it won't be the last time he does it.

Feeling a little tired, Kenis panted slightly and raised his shoe to the man's face. He raised the electric baton with one hand and pointed at the big words on the wall.

"There is no justice here! There is no freedom! There is no redemption! There is no revenge! There are only those 'obedience-labor-loyalty'! When you forget these, there is only endless pain waiting for you!"

"Ahem..." The man coughed several times. One eye was already swollen and he could not open it. He spat a mouthful of blood foam towards Kenis and clasped his hands on his chest, "The Emperor's blessing."

Kenis was shaking with anger. He felt that the slaves kneeling below were mocking him, mocking his status, and mocking the electric baton in his hand that symbolized power.

"There's no damn evil thing here! It's just me! There's only pain!"

The energy knob of the electric baton was fully loaded, and the sharp spike at the top was also extended. Kenis was ready to pierce this object of power directly into the man's abdomen.

Waaagh chariot