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

Chapter 226 218. The Lion and the Farmer

They are on the run.

The beautiful star field in the past was disturbed by alien wars. The flames of war ignited the sky, and the guns pierced through the night. The chess pieces that were buried.

Existence itself is a sin. They live on Ran Dan's retreat route. The monstrous monsters are showing their teeth and claws. In front of Ran Dan's alien race with powerful mind control ability, Memanic, who has no spiritual talent, has no chance of winning , they will become Ran Dan's slaves.

The decision to determine the life and death of the entire race was made, the parliament issued the highest order, the factories were overloaded, and the entire star field was robbed of resources at all costs, and they wanted to escape.

The giant fleet built by exhausting the resources of the entire star field slowly lifted off, carrying the elite of the entire race, and the remaining Memanic stood silently on the ground, watching their last hope slowly leave.

The hourglass of the Milky Way is still dripping slowly, the screams of Ran Dan's monster clan are getting sharper, the ammunition of human tyranny is also following Ran Dan, and the homeland of Memanic is about to be melted in the raging flames of war.

But none of the Memaniks left chose to commit suicide. They needed to stay alive, use their lives to stop the retreating Randan fleet, and buy as much weak and precious time as possible for their own fleet.

【attack!Stop them!Stop them! ! ! 】

The mechanical sage screamed hoarsely, she drove the skitaris away, rush up, rush up!Keep those alien races outside the main city!

The Forge World of Rust, together with the entire galaxy he was in, suffered an unexpected attack from alien races. The monster named Memanic was violently attacking the core of this galaxy——Forge World of Rust, those hideous faces The aliens directly tore through the defense of the galaxy with their large fleet, frantically plundering the fertile resources in the galaxy.

Only the main planet has not yet fallen, and all the planets outside the galaxy have fallen. In front of hundreds of alien races whose strength exceeds their own, the Mechanicus is holding on to their last fortress, crumbling under the attack of Memanic.

They haven't given up yet. The casting factories and furnaces on Rust's main star cannot fall into the enemy's hands, and the mechanical miracles that have gathered human beings for centuries cannot just be handed over to others. The main city of every foundry world is a city that cannot be restored Moments of wonder, they cannot be taken away.

But the numbers on the logic engine are deflected, and the numbers accurate to six decimal places are decreasing, just like the enemy's artillery fire. As time goes by, the winning rate calculated by the sages is getting lower and lower, and that number is infinitely close to zero.

The sages known for their sense and logic certainly knew what it meant, failure, death, stumps and engine oil flowing all over the place, cables being roughly ripped out, and wet parts tremblingly exposed on the radioactive wasteland.

According to logic, they should give up this unnecessary resistance, withdraw the whole army to the main city, destroy the data, smash the furnace, and let the wisdom accumulated by human beings for many generations come to an end.

But that number has not completely become zero. A team of explorers on the outer mine star escaped before the entire star field was blocked by Memanic——

They are the last uncertain numbers, this uncertain number clings to every sage's logic engine, hangs the number that represents the victory or defeat, and makes it still exist in the realm of "being" at the last moment.

If if say if, they can bring reinforcements back in time.
The Death Guard, who was recuperating in Galaspa, received an emergency order from the empire, and the entire fleet began to slowly leave the Galaspa star field.

Directly from Terra the decree was ambiguous, with specious language, crucial information erased by vacillating words, and in short, nothing but where the Death Guard were going.

The Lord of Death was very dissatisfied with this, but his commander didn't seem to have any complaints about it. In Mortarion's eyes, Hades was frantically packing up the gold and silver, wishing to take every piece of gold and silver that had just come off the assembly line. Every bullet was loaded onto the ship.

Forget it, leave him alone.

What Mortarion didn't know was that when Hades saw the edict, the alarm bells rang in his heart, and he, who was familiar with all kinds of messy operations of the empire, realized that the probability of this battle of concealing information was by no means flat During the battle, Hades hurriedly worked overtime overnight to be in charge of production and transportation. For him, one more cannon was more possible.

When the Death Guard sailed in the Warp, they received a communication request directly from the main battlefield. The First Legion's Legion Master, Leon Johnson, requested to speak with the No.14 Legion's Legion Master Mortarion.

Another brother, Mortarion didn't react anymore, he just hoped that the Death Guard could fight normally and win.

In the dark conference room of the Death Guard, Mortarion was wearing full armor, and the poisonous mist flowed along the arc of his armor, casting a mysterious veil on the Lord of Death.

In other corners where the communication channel could not see, Hades, Gallo and Vox stood silently.

Hades, the lion of Caliban, knew this was not a conversation he could get into. The lion was proud enough now, so proud that he was arrogant and stubborn.

However, Hades felt that compared with Perturabo, Mortarion and Leon Johnson should still be able to have a good conversation.

[Three, two, one. 】

A weak electric current lights up, and the light outlines the majestic shore of the Children of the Forest. The emerald green armor is the dense forest of Caliban all year round. The Lion Sword leans docilely on the side of its master, and its master has blond hair and green eyes, silently staring at the other side .

Under the shadow of the hood, Mortarion raised his eyebrows slightly.

A farmer from Barbarus, he...was no stranger to this feeling.

This brother, Leon Johnson, the temperament he exudes, the vigilance at that time, the vigilance at that time, is not human, but more like a beast.

Those beasts without civilization, without mercy, without human emotion.

On the wastelands of Barbarus, Mortarion hunted the giant beasts that wandered alone. These beasts lived alone. become aggressive.

Now, a beast is scrutinizing Mortarion, and Mortarion can feel the undercurrent of that dark gaze. His brother, Leon Johnson, is evaluating him as Mortarion evaluates him. With Mortarion.

Or he was trying to attack Mortarion, that was the measuring gaze of the beast before it launched an attack.

Lion Jonson, is he trying to make Mortarion back?Was he judging his soon-to-be-war brother in his own spiteful and feral brusqueness?Those eyes were fixed on Mortarion maliciously, trying to send him flying.

Of course Mortarion knows what to do. When you encounter a wild beast, the best solution is not to turn around and run away, nor to attack rashly. On the wasteland, the breath of the farmer facing the lion has not changed at all. The farmer Slowly raising his sickle for harvesting life, he calmly confronted the giant beast.

The two primarchs faced each other in silence.

Finally, the lion put away his aggressive gaze, and the male lion nodded proudly, as if making a short welcome greeting.

But Mortarion knew that the lion was affirming Mortarion's behavior just now, and Mortarion couldn't help laughing in his heart, he is another arrogant guy, what qualifications does he have to judge Mortarion and the death guard Strength?

When none of that mattered, Horus was a marvel among his brothers, and Mortarion couldn't have wished for anything else.

[Dark Angel of the First Legion, Leon Johnson. 】

Leon spoke, his voice was steady and thick, with unquestionable determination. Even though the lion itself seemed a little haggard and tired due to the battle, his words were still Caliban's sharpest sword.

[No.14 Legion Death Guard, Mortarion. 】

The Pale King responded with his hoarse voice like the breeze passing through the tomb. In the face of death and tombstones, even the sharpest blade becomes pale and powerless.

[The empire is now going through a war, an unprecedented war, Mortarion, you and your legion have not been planned into the core of this battle. 】

[But this does not mean that the Death Guard is absent. 】

[The foreign race named "Randan" is fleeing from the encirclement of the empire. We need the Death Guard to be deployed on Randan's retreat route in advance, and to strangle Randan's branch fleeing to the northeast of the empire. 】

[But the good news is that in the layout of the empire, you will not encounter Ran Dan's fleet immediately, and the First Legion, the Dark Angel's fleet is likely to tear up this fleeing fleet before you meet Ran Dan branch. 】

[The enemy's data will be sent to the death guard, do you have any questions now? 】

Mortarion sounded slightly sullen,

【You mean, the death guards were called here urgently just to watch a war?To be an insignificant understudy?We might not even be fighting at all? 】

The lion looked at Mortarion dissatisfied,
【Yes. 】

Mortarion let out a loud hiss from beneath his breathing mask.

Leon turned a deaf ear, he said arrogantly, with an educational tone.

【Mortarion, this is a hunt, the Empire is as bloody as its enemies, you should be thankful that the Death Guard didn't have to face this battle, instead of acting like a warmonger. 】

Hearing Mortarion's breathing, Hades felt that Mortarion was about to die, but Mortarion managed to utter his words from under the respirator,
【Okay, I know. 】

The Lord of Death hung up the communication in the next moment, and the Primarch angrily smashed the ground with his scythe.

Hades was sure he heard Mortarion whispering curses.

"I really think Horus is a miracle now."

Mortarion said to Hades, "I even regret alienating him now."

Even if they are all likely to fall, Horus is at least better than these guys.

　I can't find it, so I'm going to start making it up.I made a casting world, and by the way, the Memanic I made was Bas Memanic, who was intercepted by the Death Guard in the second Randan battle.

　　The current timeline is the third randan, but the bad news is that someone told me that the timeline I referenced earlier, Mortarion returned at the fucking wrong time, which is fucking embarrassing, (that The timeline is written formally and rigorously) No wonder I was still wondering why the timeline of the Second Randan Battle and the Battle of Druen was earlier than the return of the Primarch, but the term "Death Guard" still appeared.

　　Grandma has a leg.

　　By the way, do you guys plan to pinch the two disappearing Primarchs? I plan to let them take it directly, but if you want to see it, I can use my imagination to make up why they took it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)