Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 153 145.Iron And Death
This is a jungle of iron and steel.

Black, gray, silver, as their footsteps spread, bright light spots across the metal plane, calm and hard.

The only thing that breaks this depressing whole is the Iron Warriors banner hanging from the two walls of the corridor, with dazzling yellow and black stripes interlaced, warning visitors.

The sound of the censer touching the armor rustled, but it seemed so small in the dull footsteps.

The servitor opened the door for them.

Mortarion strode in without hesitation, and behind him, the Death Shroud silently followed their Primarch.

The tall room is made of steel as far as the eye can see. There are no useless patterns or decorations. The minimalist and cold lines are straight. Countless black screens are embedded in the walls, and dense information flows rapidly.

In the center of the room, under the huge banner, the Iron Lord stood there.

Perturabo.

Mortarion said the name silently in his mind, eyeing his brother.

The heavy silver-gray armor wrapped the Iron Lord, and the metal was like an extension of his body, shimmering in the white light of the room.

Countless cables protruded from his brain, connected between the armor, and exploded grumpily.

Mortarion's first impression of this brother was very similar to Fenus Manus. They both had the texture of metal, rational and cold.

But since Mortarion didn't get along well with Fenus before, Mortarion decided to lower his expectations again.

Malcador had mentioned Perturabo to Mortarion before, but the cunning mortal psyker had said little about it.

"I am very concerned about the outside world, and I am very concerned about myself."

This is Macado's only comment.

Mortarion felt that this sentence was as if he hadn't said it. Malcador always liked to say some ambiguous words, and then let people think freely, and finally convinced the politician's words.

Regarding Perturabo and his legion, Mortarion knew some information from Hades in advance. Hades had contacted these warriors who liked to compare themselves with steel before on Mars.

Mortarion remembered Hades' hesitant expression,
"As far as I know, the Iron Warriors...are in awe of their father, but every time he is mentioned, their awe is tinged with fatigue and fatigue."

Mortarion blinked. Of course sons need to be in awe of their father, but tired?
Mortarion never intentionally tires his brood, they need to fear Mortarion, or can fear Mortarion, but they don't tire.

The Death Guard is not a tiring place to be.

Nor is he.

Mortarion thought so.

Then his brother must not care so much about his son, Mortarion felt a little dissatisfaction, but these emotions were quickly blown away.

He didn't care about the affairs of the other Legions, and as long as they didn't bother the Death Guard, Mortarion didn't look up easily from his own world.

Seeing Mortarion enter the house, his brother also greeted him from the strategic platform.

"Hello."

Mortarion's hoarse voice sounded, and he raised his hand first, wanting to express his sincerity.

He just wanted to beat up any alien, get away from trivial government documents, and which legion to cooperate with, Mortarion didn't care.

As long as it wasn't with Fenus or Vulkan, Mortarion tolerated small, unintentional malice toward others.

Perturabo looked at Mortarion who entered the room, and he specially chose a strategy room he admired the most to receive this brother from the agricultural planet.

This strategy room can display the information of an entire star field at the same time, and the program set by Perturabo himself will allow this information to be presented on the screen in the most efficient way.

Few other brothers have been as precise and efficient as he.

Perturabo looked at Mortarion who had just entered, hoping the brother would understand.

But Perturabo soon realized he couldn't see his brother clearly.

Mortarion veiled himself from everything.

As previous assumptions faded away from the brother, Perturabo found that Mortarion seemed...so different from the other primarchs he'd known.

Mortarion was tall, a height Perturabo was sure only Vulkan and Magnus could reach.

But it wasn't Mortarion's height that bothered Perturabo.

His brother, the breathing mask covered the lower half of his face, the hood was pulled down extremely low, and the shadow covered the upper half of his face.

Numerous censers were attached to Mortarion's armor, and the pungent poisonous gas rose slowly, mixed with white smoke, further obscuring Mortarion's hidden face.

This made it impossible for Perturabo to see Mortarion's expression clearly.

Perturabo was puzzled for a moment, subconsciously dissatisfied with the stench and pungent poisonous gas.

But Mortarion's unsolicited greeting interrupted Perturabo, who naturally extended his hand, and they shook hands.

"Master of the Fourth Legion, Lord of Olympia, Perturabo."

"The commander of the No.14 Legion, Lord of Barbarus, Mortarion."

The two let go of their hands tacitly, and shook hands briefly. It seemed that neither of them liked this way of welcome.

"The No.14 Legion has received a distress signal from Graia Forge World, so they came here."

Mortarion spoke, his eyes moving to the pieces on the strategy table.

"But it looks like you've already started."

The Lord of Death's voice was very soft, like the breeze blowing through the farmland, and Perturabo couldn't hear any emotion from it.

But he was satisfied with Mortarion's choice of words, yes, "Forge World", not "Iron Warrior".

"Yes, the Iron Warriors have begun the campaign."

Perturabo tried his best to sound indifferent. In fact, he really didn't care about this little war. If it wasn't for Mortarion's request to meet, then Perturabo wouldn't be here too much. stay.

He turned sideways and led Mortarion to the strategy table, where the battlefield of planet 106 was reproduced in real time by these small chess pieces.

The Iron Warriors' long-range heavy weapon units have been pushed to the No. 02 mining area, which provides sufficient fire support for the Iron Warriors fighting on the front line of the 03 area.

The Stormbird flew across from low altitude, and with the cooperation of the ground troops, it passed through the enemy's air defense area and unleashed artillery fire on the heavy firepower equipment on the opposite side.

On the front line of the battle with the Necron infantry, the Predator tanks are advancing staggeredly with the footsteps of the Iron Warriors, and the fire support from the rear makes the advance of the front line as smooth as a bullet loaded.

To Perturabo's regret, there are still no high-combat aircraft on the other side, and their air units are only scarab swarms, which makes the sky area on this three-dimensional map somewhat empty.

He couldn't have done a better job of displaying his own superb ability to manipulate the battlefield.

Perturabo looked at the strategy table, but his mind was not here. Beside him, the pungent poisonous gas made him dissatisfied, but he still stood here patiently and waited.

Take a look at this exquisite battle situation. The three-dimensional mobile battlefield is far beyond what people who just fight land battles on agricultural planets can do.

But Mortarion stood there like a dead tree, unresponsive.

Compared to Perturabo, Mortarion stared at the map, and regretfully found that it seemed that this war did not require the participation of the Death Guard.

Seeing that Mortarion remained silent, Perturabo folded his arms.

Mortarion was still struggling to find a theater of operations where the Death Guard could intervene.

Perturabo took a few steps along the strategy table.

Mortarion was still staring at the strategy table in thought.

Perturabo stopped again.

Mortarion still stood motionless.

In the room, Hades, who was standing in the death shroud, saw this scene, and his hairs were about to explode.

This wave will be sent.

Perturabo is different from Fenus and Vulkan. This guy probably cannot tolerate a "low-level" person interfering in his "high-level" conversation.

Although Hades tactfully scolded Perturabo several times at Mortarion before this, he intended to lower Mortarion's previous imagination of Perturabo, so that Mortarion could make preparations in advance.

As long as the expectations are not high, the reality will not be too cruel.

But obviously, Mortarion, who was obsessed with "finally no need to approve official documents", didn't listen much.

The Tridents on the other side were also uncomfortable. They were Perturabo's military advisers in the Legion and were often accompanied by the Primarch. Some of them had already realized that something was wrong.

For a moment, there was no sound in the room except for Perturabo's movements and Mortarion's hiss through his breathing mask.

Everyone except Mortarion felt a great sense of oppression.

Mortarion blinked, maybe he could let the Death Guard land on the back side of the No. 03 mine, and then form a pincer attack with the Iron Warriors in the front line, tearing apart the opposite line.

The premise is that the Iron Warriors have to provide the Death Guard with short-term air supremacy in this area to suppress the enemy's rear firepower, otherwise the Death Guard's landing will become difficult.

Mortarion briefly gauged the Iron Warriors' forces, and was relieved to find that they could provide the Death Guard with air supremacy.

Although it is something that Mortarion is not happy about another legion providing him with air supremacy, Mortarion knows that if the Death Guard comes first, then the Death Guard will definitely be able to easily take over the air supremacy in this area, and Will take less time than his brother.

His brother spent part of his time repairing the trenches, which was clearly unnecessary.

"Can the Iron Warriors gain air supremacy over this place?"

Mortarion pointed to the position on the strategy table,
Perturabo was stunned for a moment, but in an instant he raised his voice and said loudly,

Mortarion was questioning his ability, a man who had only commanded a battle, came to question him?

"Can't you see what the Iron Warriors have achieved here? Air supremacy is clearly in their pockets, or do you not understand the definition of air supremacy?"

As Perturabo began to growl, Mortarion frowned, not understanding why his brother was suddenly angry.

He even deliberately avoided directly bringing up the topic of ordering the Death Guard down, because he knew that the behavior of "offering help" was not widely recognized among the Legion.

But when Perturabo finished the second half of his sentence, Mortarion's puzzlement turned to anger in an instant.

"What do you mean?"

Mortarion's words hissed like the core of a viper, and he gripped his scythe Nirvana.

"Perhaps the three-dimensional battlefield is still a bit difficult for you to understand."

Perturabo stared at Mortarion indifferently. He shouldn't have expected a man from the agricultural world to understand his wisdom,
Hearing Perturabo's sarcasm, Mortarion laughed dryly twice, but his laughter sounded more like a leper's cough to outsiders,

Mortarion didn't understand why Perturabo was attacking him all of a sudden, but Mortarion was quick to accept, or rather, tacitly accepted that anyone could attack him.

"It seems that my wise brother obviously wants to show off his complicated knowledge, but let me not understand your complicated vocabulary."

Mortarion had purposely given his Babarus accent to his words, making his voice muffled, fast and vulgar.

"But if you understand the battlefield so well, why didn't you follow him?"

"Instead, it's here, next to a brother who 'doesn't understand the three-dimensional battlefield'."

They all know who that "he" is.

Mortarion hoped his attack hit home, for in his dealings with Malcador, Malcador had often remarked that the Primarch was placing too much emphasis on the Emperor.

Mortarion didn't care what the liar said, but he realized that his brothers didn't.

Perturabo growled angrily,
"You who just joined the empire, what do you know? Each of his battles is just a random selection of nearby legions, and the Iron Warriors are given other more difficult and more glorious tasks by him, which is completely incomprehensible to you people."

Mortarion realized his attack had worked, huh, another kid who cared too much about his father.

He decided to go on the attack, using what little knowledge he had of other Primarchs and Legions.

"Really? Then every time Horus Lupekar's legion happens to be near the Emperor's army?"

Before Mortarion finished speaking, Perturabo opposite him suddenly became like a piece of metal again.

"go out."

Perturabo said emphatically,

"Hillbilly."

Mortarius settled down, and he glanced at his scythe.

Hades, who saw Mortarion's actions, was completely mad, and he hoped that something would quickly end this ridiculous dispute, or could he say something—

The alarm went off.

On the map, from the back of planet 106, a fleet of shining green spaceships suddenly appeared in the void. The sickle-shaped group of black spaceships is flying towards the fleet of Iron Warriors parked near the asteroid belt of 106. !

The underground tomb system recognized the size of the Iron Warriors and the Death Guard, further activating the sleeping undead army.

Perturabo glanced at the ships, the number of which was far smaller than that of the Iron Warriors, not worth mentioning.

[Mortarion? 】

Taking advantage of the brief silence between the two, Hades quickly opened the private call channel.

[Go back quickly, let the Death Guard's ship evacuate to the rear of the Iron Warrior's ship! 】

Let the Iron Warriors fleet attract a wave of firepower first, it seems that Perturabo is not aware of the excellence of the Necromancer fleet!

The sudden alarm, and Hades' tense words interrupted Mortarion's rage.

Mortarion was silent for a moment.

The ships of the Death Guard have indeed been added recently, and they have lost part of them in Galaspa.

Nor was Mortarion willing to lose his ship under such circumstances, in Perturabo's presence.

【Walk. 】

Mortarion glanced at Perturabo and turned away.

They have nothing left to talk about.

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