Chapter 758 Scientific Research Results

Abaddon felt that there was a damned alien under the robe, but he couldn't just draw his sword and chop people in front of Kalbohar.

Abaddon suppressed his killing intent, looked at the neatly standing pale Space Marines, and asked whose troops they were.

"It can be mine or yours." Kalbohar replied, "Why don't you come closer and take a look, how about it?"

Abaddon frowned and approached, he found that these pale Space Marines had no paint or decorations on their bodies, and their armor looked more like bones than metal.

"Try this." Kalbohar handed over a bolt pistol, and Abaddon pulled the trigger after aiming at the head of a pale Space Marine.

The bone-textured helmet was hit by a bolt and was almost like a broken marble statue, but the bones did not fall to the ground, and blue and black substances flowed out of the gaps, filling the broken cracks again.

"This is not a Space Marine!" Abaddon looked at Kalbohar angrily. He raised his voice and his armor hummed. "You are blaspheming our legion! Our Primarch!"

Kalbohar was not afraid of Abaddon. He straightened his hunched body. In terms of momentum, he was not half inferior to Abaddon.

The Casting General who could set off the civil war on Mars and the split of the Mechanicus was only loyal to the former Wolf God, not a small company commander under the Wolf God.

"Blasphemy?" Kalbohar's tone was full of sarcasm. "You are the result of technology. How can you say blasphemy? You are just biological weapons of the false emperor. You are lucky to have your own independent consciousness."

"What did you say?"

With a clang, Abaddon drew out the Draconian Demon Sword. The veterans who traveled with him also formed a battle formation. Their Terminator armor was eager for blood and killing.

Kalbohar sneered twice, and with one signal, hundreds of thousands of pale space warriors in the venue surrounded Abaddon.

Not only that, Abaddon also saw the figure of Titan wandering on the street surrounded by the huge factory wall.

Don't mess with those who control production!

Abaddon shed a drop of sweat imperceptibly. No matter how glorious the space warriors are, it is difficult to fight against the Titan God Machine head-on.

The sound waves charged by the heavy ion fusion cannon hit Abaddon's armor, and there will be no solid matter in the circular area with a radius of 500 meters.

"Hahaha. You still have some backbone, it's okay." Kalbohar said meaningfully. He sent another signal to let the Titan Legion lift the alert, and then stretched out his hand to Abaddon to show that the misunderstanding was resolved.

Abaddon hesitated for a long time, then retracted his weapon, grasped a mechanical tentacle stretched out by Kalbohar and shook it gently twice.

"Now that you have calmed down, come and witness the great science with us."

Kalbohar walked in front, and Amaraja followed him. Abaddon had to continue to move forward with the veterans of ten thousand battles.

The factory opened its doors, and the scene inside made Abaddon feel physically disgusted.

A huge sealed tank with a length, width and height of ten thousand meters became the core of the factory, which was loaded with dead debris mined from the invisible waste abyss, but Abaddon didn't know this. To him, it was just a mass of black filth.

The dead debris was discharged from the densely packed pipes after the reaction.

Each pipe is connected to a production line, and each production line has thousands of automatic robotic arms to ensure production.

Abaddon watched a piece of black jelly discharged from the pipe, and then after being kneaded and sutured by the robotic arm and then developed, this black jelly had the human outline of a space warrior.

This process took only 8 hours, and even the demon womb of the Iron Warrior had to bow to such efficiency.

The rumbling sound of mending suddenly sounded, and large pieces of blue cloth were added to the production. The mechanical arm roughly and quickly cut off the cloth and then covered the black human figure.

These blue-skinned monsters made Abaddon's scalp numb, but this was not the end.

The blue-skinned monsters were sent to the infection room in batches, where they would be inoculated with the annihilator virus.

Abaddon was not unfamiliar with this virus. Many Space Marines of the warband would be infected by the annihilator virus and transformed into living weapons, and could create different weapons from twisted flesh.

Bone pulp slowly overflowed from the gaps in the sutured blue skin, and then formed skeletons and bone plates with intelligence.

A company of pale Space Marines stood in front of Abaddon like this. They had no emotions or mercy, and were the purest combat machines.

"How is it? Isn't it great? Low cost, fearless of life and death, and even no need for logistical maintenance. Our legion can focus all its energy on destroying the empire, rather than boringly rebuilding production to meet the needs of the legion."

Carl Bohar's voice awakened Abaddon, who was immersed in shock. He looked at Carl Bohar and Amaraga beside him.

Two voices collided in Abaddon's mind.

One voice shouted: They are blasphemy! They tarnished the glory of the Space Marines!

Another voice shouted: They are powerful weapons! With their help, the 13th Black Crusade will be extremely smooth!

Soldiers point to Terra and rebuild the empire.

Abaddon swallowed his saliva and asked Carl Bohar for more details about the pale warrior in front of him.

"Why not let my scientific friend Amaraga answer your questions."

Amaraga reluctantly walked out from behind Kalbohar, answering Abaddon's questions.

These warriors are called degraded combat bodies, and their combat performance is far inferior to that of Space Marines, but their huge number and difficulty in killing will also make them a very difficult opponent.

However, degraded bodies can continue to mutate and grow by devouring corpses and other degraded body debris, and it is not impossible for them to grow into a giant Titan in the style of degraded bodies.

"So if there is enough time, we can even mass-produce Titans?" Abaddon asked in shock.

"We can already mass-produce degraded Titans." Amaraga snapped his fingers, and those huge creations that Abaddon thought were factory sculptures suddenly moved.

The pale bone structure is weird, and the hot breath coming out of the buzzing holes, these eyeless Titans give Abaddon a thrilling feeling.

"With degraded bodies, we can flood the empire with legions." Kalbohar's voice is full of temptation.

Abaddon nodded imperceptibly. He also knew that the Dark Mechanicus was definitely not offering these weapons out of mercy, so he continued to ask, "So what do you want?"

"Open a road to Mars for us, it's that simple."