The Ironstone Town Mine
Achoo!
Alvin, inside the driver's seat, felt a sudden chill creep down his spine.
After thinking it over, I don't think I've offended anyone recently. Could it be that Inquisitor cursing him from the back of the train?
It probably won't be Inquisitor, since they themselves said they don't mind being a little "wronged".
"Hey boss, wanna have a cigarette?"
Falco, who was in charge of controlling the convoy's route, offered a cigarette with a fawning expression. "It's colder outside than inside Nest City, but we're almost there."
Alvin casually took the cigarette, lit it, and blew a smoke ring. "Well done. I'll recommend you to the boss when we get back."
"Thank you, boss. Don't worry, I definitely won't let you down!"
Unbeknownst to him, Falco, once again subjected to PUA (Pick-Up Artist) tactics, happily threw himself into his work.
After leaving Nest City, the convoy needs to continue driving for another eight hours.
The main problem was the rugged terrain along the way, which required navigating several radiation zones, causing the delay.
"This is fucking desolate."
Looking out the window at the endless wasteland shrouded in yellow sand, Alvin sighed.
Its predecessor had Underhive since childhood and had never left the Nest City.
Therefore, this was the first time Alvin had seen the world outside Nest City.
Contrary to expectations, the entire planet's surface was desolate. The convoy traveled for almost several hours without seeing a single living creature.
This is the true face of Losel: a planet drained of its resources, leaving only a desolate and ravaged landscape!
"Hey, you bet there's nothing but sand." With the route determined, driving was no longer necessary. Falco pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and said, "But I heard that over fifty years ago, it wasn't this desolate."
Alvin remained calm and quipped, "I didn't realize you knew so much?"
"I only heard it from others, how would I know if it's true or not?" Falco said, shaking his head. "I heard this from a scavenger who Underhive. He said that more than fifty years ago, there were many towns outside Nest City, but later the climate worsened, so they all moved into Nest City."
More than fifty years ago
Alvin, holding a cigarette, fell into deep thought.
What's the connection between the abandonment of the Ironstone Town mine, the massacre of its residents, and the deterioration of the climate?
No, the most crucial step is still missing, so we can't deduce it for now.
Somewhat frustrated, Alvin stubbed out his cigarette and decided to stop thinking about it. Gazing at the desolate planetary surface, he thought to himself: Once we get to the Ironstone Town Mine, we'll probably figure things out.
The distance of over fifty kilometers is not too far.
Several hours later, Alvin, who had grown tired of the barren yellow sand, finally saw a different color.
A massive factory stands amidst the vast, yellow sands of the desolate plains!
The bizarre shape, constructed of steel, resembles a ferocious, pitch-black beast, with billowing black smoke constantly rising from above, as if staining the sky with a heavy gloom!
Is Ironstone Town really that big?
Gazing at the colossal creature in the distance, Alvin was once again awestruck.
Only when we got closer could we see the details of the Ironstone Town mine clearly. The factory's outer shell was eroded by sand and dust, revealing mottled rust.
Several thick chimneys spewed out thick black smoke, and a heavy roar of machinery came from the factory, seemingly able to penetrate the clouds and even the ground, causing the nearby ground to tremble slightly!
This was absolutely the first time Alvin had ever truly witnessed the technological creations of the Warhammer Universe since his transmigration!
The entire factory's exterior showcases the unique beauty and power of machinery, exuding a distinctively rugged style!
In short, it's a factory with a strong Warhammer theme!
Ironstone Town Mine is located in a very strange location, with a bottomless abyss in front of it and a hollowed-out mountain behind it. Below the abyss, you can vaguely see many abandoned machines, which should be the original ore veins.
But what puzzled Alvin was, what purpose would a cult serve in occupying such a factory?
Could it be that it was simply for a sacrificial ritual?
His intuition told him that this matter was definitely not that simple.
The cult has taken over the Ironstone Town mines and is continuously sending people here; they must have a bigger scheme in mind!
The only way to reach the Ironstone Town mine is the bridge built in front of the Broken Abyss.
But the road ahead no longer allowed them to proceed.
Falco and the others, brandishing their worn-out Logging gun, rudely shooed away the Underhive loggers. "Hurry up, all of you get inside, or I'll have to shoot!"
To demonstrate their power, they opened fire, breaking the legs of several people.
Now, the previously unruly Underhive instantly realized the reality and succumbed to Falco's tyranny, stepping onto the bridge.
Alvin sat there smoking, saying nothing, but his gaze was fixed on the "Inquisitor" in the crowd.
The other person seemed weak, with a pale face and unsteady legs.
After seeing Alvin's gaze, Winnie nodded reluctantly and then blended into the crowded throng.
"Boss, we can go back now."
Watching the last person step into the mine, Falco smiled obsequiously and said, "We don't need to worry about the rest."
"Okay, let's go back then."
Once Alvin was certain the Inquisitor had understood the meaning behind his glance, he nodded slightly and got into the passenger seat.
Falco hummed a song and drove back with a satisfied air.
He was already fantasizing about becoming the next gang leader and living a carefree life.
After the convoy had traveled more than ten kilometers and could no longer see the iron ore mine, with only desolate plains all around, Alvin turned his head and glanced at Falco, who was still humming a song.
Noticing the gaze on him, Tote's face was full of obsequiousness. "Boss, what's wrong?"
Alvin smiled slightly, then used his Psychic Power to snap his neck!
Click!
With a crisp cracking sound, Falco, his face filled with astonishment, slumped into the driver's seat.
Of course, Alvin didn't forget the other two cars either, so he simply used his Psychic Power to crush the heads of the two men from a distance.
After dealing with the three pieces of trash, the three cars were left on the roadside.
Alvin didn't have time to deal with the three cars for the moment, so he took out the folded Mark V from his Personal Space.
Once fully donned, the streamlined silver-black armor perfectly covered every corner of the body.
The various systems inside the mask load sequentially, issuing system prompts:
"User detected. Confirmed to be: Alvin Valshius."
"Armor self-check successful, weapons and equipment in good condition, terrain scan and data entry successful."
As expected of armor personally crafted by Tony Stark, it perfectly suits Alvin's usage habits in every aspect.
He barely needed to adapt; the armor's built-in system had already been adjusted to his exclusive mode.
"I'm here at the Ironstone Town Mine!"
A fiery tail of flame erupted from the soles of his feet, propelling Alvin into the sky like a meteor.
From above, the entire Ironstone Town mine looks like a ferocious beast lurking in the shadows, perched on the edge of a cliff, constantly spewing thick black smoke into the sky!
"A large amount of heat source reaction was detected inside."
Warning! Warning! Warning!
Please stay away, stay away, stay away!
Suddenly, the scene before Alvin's eyes seemed to distort.
Accompanied by a piercing shriek, I felt as if I was being dragged into an abyss. Amidst the pungent Blood Qi, I vaguely saw mountains of skulls.
Immediately afterwards, the massive steel mine was transformed into a twisted creation made of flesh and blood.
It exudes a surging malice originating from the distorted High Heavens, and its blasphemous spikes are covered with countless Corruption symbols!
The intense danger warning caused trillions of cells throughout Alvin's body to scream hysterically!
An instinct from his soul and life urged him to escape the factory!