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

Chapter 231 223. Hello, foreign race, your natural disaster is coming ([-])

The green mist settled on her ankles, she lifted her foot, and watched the gas hang on the shoes, and drip down reluctantly.

These are the weapons Lord Mortarion himself concocted, and these weapons do not corrupt the equipment of the Death Guard, but bring their enemies to their perish in suffocating pain.

As a member of the ghost dog hunting team, this is the first time she has experienced a real battlefield, explosions, shocks, sticky blood, and the roar of alien races, her mind is foggy, but as a gunner of a ghost dog tank, she The movement of her hands never stopped, sweat dripped down against the gas mask, her eyes were itchy, she could only shake her head vigorously, desperately opened her eyes, and then pressed the barrel against the alien's throat, fired, fired !
Viscous liquid sprayed from the gun barrel, making a hissing breathing sound. From the narrow scope, she saw the picture of those tall beasts rotting under the shells, and the flesh and blood dripped down. The guards harvested its head without hesitation, this is hell, they created hell.

She mechanically repeated the movements taught by those technical masters on the training ground. When the order of "rest" was given, she still pressed her head on the scope like a quail, nervously waiting for the order.

[Come out to get some air, little ones, you did a good job. 】

The technical sergeant on the outside of the ghost dog knocked on their vehicle with a wrench, and the muffled sound echoed along the pipes and metal. After confirming that the war was over and they could leave the vehicle, several of their crew members got out. Because of the small space in the car, she realized that her legs were trembling uncontrollably, her muscles were stiff, and her protective clothing was full of sweat.

[25, yes, you have helped kill at least 25 aliens, and your poison box is also the most consumed. 】

The technical sergeant picked them up like chickens, and then began to check the vehicle. To her relief, except for the commander, that nervous uncle, everyone else was in the same mess as she was. They crowded together, Leaning on the ghost dog, listening to the roar of the tech sergeant's electric drill.

Through the thick protective clothing, the breeze from a strange planet touched them. She looked up, and there were some cold white spots falling in the sky. She had never seen this before, and there had never been such a scene in her hometown.

She looked into the distance, the corpses of the enemy were quietly lying on the ground and rotting, sporadic gunshots sounded from time to time in the depths of the fog, and the reassuring footsteps of the death guards sounded faintly, she looked at the All of this, this is what they did together, they did it, "Praise the Lord of Death." She murmured, while stroking the ghost dog companion behind her.

The solid touch, this huge guy made her feel at ease, and a full sense of honor floated down her chest. She suddenly remembered the sporadic words in the previous training, and said again with a guilty conscience, "Praise the Lord of Death, praise the underworld King of."

Death gave them salvation, and Pluto gave them strength. Without Reaper and Pluto, as a slave of Galaspa, she would not stand here anyway. Maybe she would die on the battlefield of alien stars, but she would fight with the army. The process had allowed her to die without regret, life and death had been given value, they were no longer corpses in the sewage river of Galaspa.

Names and beliefs themselves have magical powers. When she silently recited the name of Pluto, she intentionally or unintentionally looked towards the deepest part of the battlefield, and a feeling of disgust surged up like an electric shock, and then quickly dissipated. Seeing the tall figure in the mist, she blinked in confusion, but everything disappeared again.

The ghost knight drove quietly in the mist, where the intensity of the battlefield was the highest, where the soil was blood-soaked like a farm field in early spring, Hades silently inspected the corpses.

No and no.

In the end, Hades shook his head and signaled the two wandering knights to leave. The irrelevant death guards and ghost dogs were on the edge of the battlefield and could not spy on their actions.

[No traces of psychic corrosion were found. 】

There was a brief silence on the other end of the channel,

[Hades, return to the ship now, following this route, the others have already been transferred. 】

[Mortarion, did you have any traces of psychic energy in the battle with the enemy ship? 】

[No, in fact, this race has almost no understanding and control of psychic energy, and they only use the Mandeville Point for the most basic navigation. 】

The two fell silent at the same time, and finally Hades spoke hesitantly,
[If it is not a foreign race, we will find the answer from the humans of this galaxy. 】

Mortarion neighed like a sigh,

[This is why I hate people who use psionic power so much. 】

The Primarch looked up, looking at the huge map above the command room, the Rust galaxy was fully displayed, and the dazzling fleet battle was going on.

But the good news is that because the enemy underestimated the speed and scale of the Empire's support, the Death Guard has successfully captured the two outermost planets of the galaxy and also successfully captured the control of Mandeville Point.

Except for the garrison troops previously deployed on the outer side of the galaxy, they did not encounter fierce resistance from the enemy. The main force of Memanic was still attacking Rust's main star, instead of turning around immediately and facing the death guards.

The enemy wants to bite Rust, and then turn around to fight back. If they turn around now, they will face the fate of being pinched by the Death Guard and the Mechanicus. With a casting main star on their backs, the Mechanic Sages can quickly restore their strength. Combat strength, then they will be even more difficult to deal with.

Therefore, the foreign races chose to take down the main casting star first, and the strong productivity of the main casting star will also help their counterattack.

The closer to Rust's main star, the more difficult the defense of the fleet on the opposite side is to break through.

Mortarion calculated that if Rust Prime fell, the situation would deteriorate further.

Although the Primarch has no feelings for these mechanical sages who believe in gods at will, they really need a fleet now, a fleet that can reinforce the main star of Rust. is a miracle.

As Mortarion pondered, the door to the command room opened behind him, and Hades walked in quickly, his armor stained with tiny crystals of poisonous gas.

Hades took off his helmet and stared at the screen intently. After a moment, he spoke.

"We need to support Rust Prime."

"One fleet is enough. As long as the main star does not fall, the Death Guard's fleet can slowly tear apart their defenses on the outside."

Mortarion raised his hand and interrupted Hades, who looked at him in confusion,

"In your opinion, who leads this fleet?"

"I."

Hades replied without hesitation, "This fleet needs capable people to join, and among these people, I know the Mechanicus the most."

Mortarion was silent for a moment,

"This is on the premise that we have not encountered that boat."

Hades was stuck, he bowed his head and thought for a while, indeed, the surround view of the subspace is still there, but Rust can't lose, Hades doesn't think Gallo and Vox are qualified to fight with the Mechanicus. Mission, any tactical error caused by the misunderstanding between the two sides is fatal. Those oil guys may even sell the Death Guard on purpose in order to win. This is not uncommon.

"There are now three wandering knights on the Endurance, 230 two untouchables, and 57 think tanks. The command authority is given to you. This is enough for you, Mortarion."

Even in the most extreme case, if the untouchables are gathered together and killed, the anti-psychic field erupted by the untouchables before death is enough for any warp creature to suffer, and they will be immediately expelled from the subspace space.

Hades established a team of untouchables, one is to cooperate with his operations, and the other is to allow the legion to have a standing force and cannot always rely on him. Even if Hades' ability is now at the supermodel level, in the Great Rebellion Now that it hasn't started, the untouchables of the death guard can be regarded as t1 level.

As long as the Endurance doesn't take the initiative to jump into the subspace, and suddenly gets sick and enters the turbulence of the subspace, and kills all the astropaths on board while running around, this team of untouchables is enough to deal with the subspace creatures in the physical world.

By the way, the example just now is the tragic experience of how the death guard entered the ground to ambush and was then corrupted in the original book.

As for why it is so fucked up. Don’t ask, the question is that Kalastiphon’s skill in fooling Mortarion is superb, but now Mortarion will not make such mentally retarded mistakes. The Primarch is deeply aware of the dangers of the subspace, Mortarion was averse to sailing into the warp, let alone letting fleets roam the warp.

We still have to believe in the barriers of the physical world. Except for the advance design, places with altars, such as the Endurance, will not be easily corroded by the subspace.

Oh, except for Hades' death, ahem, accident.

Moreover, Hades can feel that the physical barriers outside the Rust galaxy are not weak. On the contrary, the physical barriers here can be called healthy, but in the depths of this galaxy. Rust's main star Hades It's hard to say, generally speaking, the higher the intensity of death, the more depressed people's spirits are, and the more likely the subspace is to distort the real world.

Mortarion glanced at Hades, and then he began to deploy the fleet,

"Your judgment is that nothing will happen to the Endurance?"

Hades spoke hesitantly, "It's hard to say, but the subspace here is not closely connected."

Mortarion paused for a moment,
"Then you go, Hades."

Then Mortarion whispered again slowly,
"Sometimes I really doubt whether you are a Mechanician or a Death Guard. Perhaps it is a wrong decision to approve you to go to Mars."

Hades said in horror, "I'm a member of the Death Guard, trust me, Mortarion, I don't care much about the Mechanicus."

But what Hades had in his mind was the image of being surrounded by the mechanical sages who forged satellites from Minter.

Mortarion had a disgusted expression of "you're lying to a ghost", and immediately issued an expulsion order.

"The Fourth Knight is ready. They are all soldiers from the Seventh Company. Hades, you can take over now. After three Terra hours, we will cover you in."

"If you need the strength of Zero Company, take them."

Hades waved his hand, "You need them more than I do, Mortarion, let them ensure the stability of the main fleet."

"it is good."

Mortarion didn't shirk, "Commander Hades, I order you to lead the Seventh Company to support Rust's main planet. All the powers of the Seventh Company, the Fourth Knight and its affiliated ships are open to you. Act according to circumstances. , take them down."

Hades had already begun to walk towards the door quickly. He raised his scythe and saluted briefly as a response to Mortarion.

".Be sure to come back alive."

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