Chapter 469 Slaves and Slaves

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

There is no manic sound that can make people headache and explode, no rotten mud that drags down the footsteps of the Slaanesh warband, no endless fighting between the Khorne warband, and no pure randomness of the Tzeentch warband that depends entirely on the dice roll.

The Iron Warriors could have become the leader in destroying the Empire more than ten thousand years ago, and they will also become the Empire's biggest nightmare ten thousand years later.

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

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

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

Passing through the sleepless Iron God, with his eyes quickly and coldly scanning the hard laborers and slaves shuttling through it, Sander felt that this was what mortals should be like, instead of learning the stupidity of the Empire and letting the government established by mortals override the Space Marines.

But Sander also saw some troubles among the slaves that made him unhappy.

He saw a supervisor clashed with other slaves, but he didn't know what happened specifically. 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, the powerful and terrifying Space Marines have layers of classes and systems, and the same is true among the hard-working slaves.

A large part of the group in Medengard is made up of mortal slaves, but the composition is quite mixed, including war prisoners, cloned fast-growing people, and poor creatures born naturally on this cruel planet.

Knis is one of them, but he is luckier than other slaves, just because he is an overseer, and the electric baton in his hand is the symbol of his tiny power.

There are always such troublemakers in this factory, from before I was alive, and perhaps there will be many more after I die.

But what does this have to do with me? If the production order is chaotic, he will be punished by the adults. He has never been punished, and he doesn't want to know what it will be like to be punished.

Knis looked at the thin figures of the slaves in the secondary processing plant. His ears could faintly hear the slaves' cheers of relief that the factory finally stopped.

"Tsk!"

Impatiently stroking the electric baton, Knis looked at a slave kneeling in front of him.

This slave was dressed like the others, with a simple, rough, quick-made cloth covering his body roughly. With the hot furnace wind blowing, nothing could be seen inside.

But Knis would not have the slightest desire for some of the skinny, disheveled female slaves. For him, being able to live well is more important than anything else.

The male slave brought to Knis by other supervisors had his nose broken and should have been beaten a lot. But the supervisors would not beat a slave to death or cripple him. After all, these slaves were not their property, but the property of the masters.

No matter how humble the slaves' lives were, it was not the turn of other slaves to help the masters draw their swords.

"Raise your face!"

Knis ordered the man to raise his face, but the man did not listen to him and continued to pant with his head down.

"Tmd!"

After a curse, Knis kicked the man to the ground and poked his thigh with the electric baton in his hand. The man immediately struggled in pain, allowing Knis to see his face.

It turned out to be a slave with a foreign seal. This discovery did not make Knis's men show mercy. He was even more jealous, and so were the other supervisors.

These slaves with foreign seals were captured from the outside world. No matter how their lives are now, at least they have smelled the air that is completely different from the world of Medengard.

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

A supervisor came over cautiously and answered Knis in a low voice, his tone full of disbelief.

"He stuffed his wrench into the gear and made the Sky Eagle salute in front of other workers."

"This idiot. Pest! He will harm everyone!"

"Isn't it."

Knis understood the situation, and naturally he would not show mercy to this pest. He should show a brutal attitude to deter the guys who were ready to make a move in the crowd.

"When will you learn to be a little bit smarter, you pest!? Maggot! Disaster!" Every time he shouted insults, Knis would use the electric baton to hit the man.

The effect of lightning can be seen from the man's gums that kept colliding up and down, but he did not succumb to the power of the electric baton. Except for the muffled groan, there was no intention of begging for mercy.

Knis roared louder and louder, his face full of tyranny, "Your superstition can't save you! It can't save others! Do you understand?" It's unclear whether Knis said these words to the man or to himself, but it didn't affect the other numb slaves to lower their heads, unable to bear to see the man's scarred body.

"You are such a thorn! Even if I beat you to death, the adults won't say a word!"

Some slaves in the crowd were a little restless, they raised their heads and squinted their eyes to avoid revealing their emotions, but from their clenched hands, they could see deep dissatisfaction and doubt.

Another slave reached out and opened their clenched fists, shook his head slightly, and signaled these outsiders not to do stupid things.

This was not the first time that Knis had taken action, and it would not be the last time.

Feeling a little tired, Knis panted slightly, and lifted the man's face with his shoes, raised the electric baton with one hand, and pointed at the big words on the wall.

"There is no justice here! No freedom! No salvation! No revenge! Only those "obedience-labor-loyalty"! When you forget these, only endless pain is waiting for you!"

"Cough cough." The man coughed a few times, one eye was swollen and couldn't open, he spat a mouthful of blood foam at Knis, put his hands together on his chest, "Emperor bless."

Knis was so angry that he trembled all over. 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 damned thing here! There's only me! There's only pain!"

The energy knob of the electric baton was turned up to full, and the sharp spikes on the top were extended. Knis was ready to pierce this object of power directly into the man's abdomen.

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