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

Chapter 328. Mortarion and Vulcan's Cooperation

Vulcan's face was dignified, and layers of green leaves covered his eyes looking into the depths of the rainforest.

[The spirit race here is difficult to deal with. 】

In the process of going deep into the dense forest, the Salamander was ambushed more than once by the Eldar. Those Eldar were equipped with heavy plasma weapons. They rushed out of the jungle with the giant beasts and tore apart the marching team of the Salamander.

Those Eldar who practiced sorcery were difficult to entangle, and both companies were severely damaged as a result.

But their journey was just over halfway, and the salamanders were deeply trapped in the rainforest, unable to take care of themselves.

What made Vulkan even more anxious was that Fenus had also heard the news that "more time is needed". Vulkan knew Fenus, and Fenus, who had always been strong, was the last thing he wanted to be seen as incompetent The original body of his generation, especially in front of the original body that he said he was not familiar with and he was dissatisfied with.

When Feinus spread this news, Vulkan realized that this battle would be difficult, and he immediately prepared to extend the planning time - but the Death Guard only responded with a cold reply to the Fire Dragon Lord's news [ receive】.

Vulkan thought silently in his heart, the Primarch had very little contact with Mortarion, but those times were enough for Vulkan to see that Mortarion was also a first-class weirdo, he might be very stubborn, maybe he was very stubborn. Irritable, perhaps shameful—too many primarchs are like that.

If the Death Guard also encounter difficulties... Vulkan thought, their battle plan may need to be greatly changed.

In fact, Vulkan has already begun to think about how to change the battle plan.

But what he didn't know was that the Death Guard on the other end would be far more than he could have imagined.

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The storm rolled up with the spell, and the witches of the Eldar uttered high-pitched curses,
"You guys—"

The next moment, her face was covered with a black bullet from the Lord of Death, and the sound of a broken nose seemed to resound on the noisy battlefield.

Mortarion was expressionless, and neatly took away another spirit tribe with a pistol, the ghost lamp. The Lord of Death silently remembered that most spirit tribes who rushed to him and scolded him often shouted the first dead before the predicate.

Around him, the snow on the ice field was shaking regularly, the knight mechs were running on the ground with heavy steps, and the thermal cannons were lit, melting all the enemies on their way forward.

The giant python that had just entangled Jia Luo had already been cut into several pieces, and was thrown behind the Death Guards. The two knights jointly tore it apart, and the blood dripping from their chain swords was still smelling. Sweet heat.

The eyes of the giant python corpse stared dimly at the figures of the Death Guards, seemingly still confused as to why the Eldar who had previously supported it no longer released witchcraft to assist its attack.

The zeroth company fell from the sky, the connection between the Eldar and the subspace was weakened, and the spells of the witches began to become weak. At this moment, the battle situation has obviously become more cruel for the Eldar.

Countless warriors rushed out from the bunker near the obelisk, most of them fought independently, each Eldar soldier had dazzling combat skills like dancing, they fought against the death guard, and stabbed the armor of the imperial warriors with sharp blades and plasma weaknesses above.

At first glance, the Death Guard were entangled by the Eldar warriors. Under the attack of the Eldar soldiers, the sickles or swords they swung became so clumsy and slow at this moment, as if they were being entangled by the spirit snakes. Drunk man entangled, but—

The Eldar can attack an infinite number of times, but they can only miss once.

And the so-called countless attacks will make these Eldar soldiers understand what the real [Death Guard's tenacity] is.

The most frustrating thing for the Eldar is that no matter how provocative or battle-crying they are, these alien races in bone-white armor never respond to them verbally. For soldiers who are good at personal duels, their spiritual anger is completely irreplaceable. Released, they couldn't feel the full fighting spirit.

Over time, the oppression of the enemy's silence turned into fear among the Eldar.

Except for the roaring roar of the engines when the mechs were running, the Death Guard silently and decisively pushed forward their lines, blood and armor fragments scattered on the muddy snow, they brought death, they were death.

Finally, the Death Guard approached the obelisk, and Mortarion silently watched the dozens of witches glaring at him behind the psychic shield. He first threw a black bullet to predict, and then—

[Casting Department. 】

The Lord of Death gave his order, and at the same time he used his scythe to split the Eldar rushing to fight him again. Within 40 seconds of his short stay, Mortarion was surrounded by two layers of Eldar corpses.

"Mortarion!!!"

Within the Eldar shield, the leader of the Eldar witch shouted at Mortarion, her delicate face distorted and smeared with anger and tears.

Mortarion raised his hand and fired a ghost lamp, the flames splashed on the psychic shield, and the short-lived fireworks splashed, and that damned face reappeared in front of Mortarion.

Under the hood, the Lord of Death frowned displeasedly, and he whispered again,
[Casting department, hurry up. 】

"Got it! My lord!! We are still reloading, it will take at least 1 minute!!"

After 1 minute, Mortarion simply estimated that if he continued to fight later, his ammunition would not be enough to support him from shooting at the damn Eldar continuously and persistently for 1 minute.

He fired another shot at the position of the Eldar as if venting, and then turned his head to help Jia Luo.

"Mortarion! Son of Death!!! Stay away from him! The fate of going your own way will only bring you closer to death! Let humans and the spirit race go to perish together!!!"

Mortarion's gas mask blew out a cloudy, deep mist, and he stared at the witch without blinking.

[Wandering Soul 04, 05,]

He says,

[Come out and smash it for me! 】

Two mechas rushed out of the battlefield behind him, and the molten light almost ignited the air. The roars and the roar of the chain swords sounded together, and the shields were lit up by the waves of the sudden attack.

Mortarion could vaguely hear the witch screaming, and he was glad she had done at least one right thing before she died, which was to stop her damned mouth from making farting noises.

[Forging Department, one minute and three seconds have passed. For the sake of Hades, I will give you one last chance. 】

The next moment, a huge missile passed over Mortarion. The original body used his superb dynamic vision to see that the missile seemed to have "Gift of Hades" written on it?
Very good idea, Mortarion let out a sneer, he didn't have any restrictions on the foundry department, and what Hades may have done on Mars, so the technical sergeants of the Death Guard seemed to be more familiar with the man who had left The foundry master.

This made him feel better. Mortarion followed Hades' gift without haste. Then he raised his scythe and chopped off the witch's head. The head whirled and her expression froze. She seemed to be angry and terrified. Why Mortarion would not listen to her prophecy.

Why should Mortarion listen?He is not someone who likes to yell back and forth with others on the battlefield, there are always fools who like to yell back and forth with the enemy.

Five minutes later, the Death Guard's Stormbirds descended on this land with a land-washing bombardment, and Ibsen's first node was declared shattered.

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Near the node, the Salamanders suffered unimaginable resistance. The Eldar were desperately attacking them. It was difficult for their heavy tanks to enter the rainforest. The bombing of the air force could only make the tall branches burn above their heads. fall.

Countless behemoths and Eldar rushed out of the dense forest, staffs waving, roots and branches came to life, curling their helm boots.

The grotesque light and shadow swayed, and the sound of chirping sounded, and some giant flew over their heads.

Vulkan clenched his teeth, fury burning in his body, he fought, swinging his hammer without stopping, and stopping meant death.

[The moment of trial! ! ! 】

Vulkan howled, and his son answered him,
"For Vulkan!"

Salamander can pass this trial!

But just when he was addicted to fighting, the lazily voice of the Lord of Death sounded on the general channel, [117.2° East Longitude, 27.6° West Longitude, Vulcan, you are here, right? 】

Vulkan replied without thinking, he didn't quite understand what Mortarion was talking about, but Vulkan would not speculate about his brother with malice, he answered Mortarion honestly.

Mortarion's voice sounded again,
[Copy that, Salamanders, please wear your helmets, or at least protect your respiratory systems. 】

?

Vulkan, still deep in the battle, didn't understand what his brother was doing, but he still subconsciously glanced at the damage to the respiratory system in the helmet.

After 3 minutes, the code of the Death Guard air force sounded on the channel, and it began to rain in the rainforest—no, thick gray-blue poisonous smoke flowed from the leaves of the giant tree like liquid, like drops from the fangs of a poisonous snake. venom.

The leaves began to wither in an instant, and the behemoths fighting them subconsciously jumped away from the areas where the poisonous gas was deposited-but soon they would realize that there is no real pure land here.

The space began to darken, and the whole world looked like an inverted hourglass.

? !
Vulcan slammed down the hammer, and he yelled through the channel in panic,

[Mortarion!We can't use—]

The next moment, a huge scythe flew by Vulkan's side, and precisely smashed the head of the witch who was trying to open the mouth in front of the Primarch. The iron chain tied to the end of the scythe was rattling.

[Armored troops are difficult to enter, is it possible that you really want to fight them with individual soldiers, Vulcan? 】

The firewood crowd around Vulkan subconsciously dispersed, the Lord of Death slowly walked to Vulkan's side, and the death guards in bone-white armor began to enter the arena.

Mortarion looked at Vulkan mockingly, but the attacking movement of his hands did not slow down in the slightest.

Vulkan got stuck, he was still in an angry fighting state, he spoke with anger in his tone,

[This piece of land is still valuable, you can't destroy them! 】

The Lord of Death watched him calmly, and Vulkan read the mockery and challenge in Mortarion's eyes - but Mortarion did not speak.

The Lord of Death rolled his eyes inconspicuously at Vulkan, which made Vulkan want to beat Mortarion, but then the Lord of Death casually stretched his hand into his side and raised it to the waist In the gray-blue poisonous gas.

Mortarion snapped his fingers, and tiny sparks flickered between pale gauntlets.

In an instant, scorching flames rose!

The flames were reflected on Vulkan's pupils, and the pupils of the Fire Dragon Lord shrank to an unbelievable degree at this moment. He looked at Mortarion in surprise——

That poisonous fume is flammable!
This is... this is really...

If he wasn't still on the battlefield, Vulkan would have wanted to give Mortarion a warm hug.

Vulkan opened his mouth, he decided to temporarily forget Fenus' words, which made him feel a little guilty, but the warm and charming flame wiped away his remaining anxiety.

Vulkan's voice was broadcast on the channel of the Salamander,

【My sons...】

[I beg you, let the flames burn brightly! ! ! 】

The sound of equipment changing began, followed by the chirping of flames.

Mortarion next to him made another obvious sneer, but Vulkan would not care about this. The Lord of the Fire Dragon, who loved flames, knew the value of these poisonous smoke. Mortarion had already shown his sincerity. .

Though he'd never know that at the back end of the battlefield, some Death Guard apothecaries were quietly harvesting salamander flesh.

And Mortarion obviously has the intention of wanting some blood of the Fire Dragon Lord.

The addition of reinforcements rekindled the fighting spirit of the struggling Salamanders, and the igniting of the flames made their fighting spirit soar and surge!For a moment, the war roar for Vulkan resounded through the rainforest, even overpowering the painful roar of the giant spirit beast.

Although the silence of the death guards made them feel a little confused, the death guards didn't seem to have a high fighting spirit, but their existence still greatly shared the pressure. Enjoy the output space.

Heat and poisonous smoke, no race can withstand such torture, but the Death Guard and Salamander belong to the legion established by the empire for the extreme environment. In such a hell, the soldiers feel the dripping will to fight.

The rainforest withers, then explodes!Now it's their home field!

……

The flames were gradually extinguished, when the last touch of greenery turned into coke, and when the last giant beast was shot down by the storm bird, only the scorched and curled corpses of the Eldar remained.

At the last minute, three unusual missiles were fired from the rear end of the Death Guard, completely detonating key runes and gems on the structure.

Vulkan had mixed feelings about the cruel death method of these Eldar. The tragic situation of the Eldar being suffocated by poisonous gas was vivid in his mind. He hoped that they would still be burned to death by flames or be hit on the head with a hammer - this would at least reduce the number of deaths. their pain.

But this hearty battle is more enjoyable for the fire dragon master. In this area, the previously impenetrable rainforest has been burned to the ground, and the sun is shining on the scorched land. The performance that survived the time of trial.

Vulkan is proud of his sons.

And behind him, Mortarion casually glanced at Vulkan, who was obviously in a good mood. Based on the battle just now, the Lord of Death also spoke highly of this brother—Vulkan is very pure, and when fighting He just wants to fight, which means he's easy to deal with.

Of course, Mortarion doesn't mean one-on-one combat that is easy to deal with. Vulcan is very strong, he refers to tactics...no...language is easy to deal with.

It's easy to deceive, easy to fool.

Mortarion made his definition silently, and the Lord of Death had a sharp and merciless evaluation of his Primarch brothers in his heart.

The war was over, and the two legions began the post-war cleanup work. Mortarion and Vulkan walked to the obelisk—this building was far larger and more powerful than the three nodes that Mortarion had cleaned up. gorgeous.

Yet... as they circled the obelisk, Mortarion and Vulkan received a message in their helmets.

The signal of Fenus' armor suddenly appeared near them, but there was no code of the Iron Hand around him. Following the signal of the Primarch's armor, Mortarion and Vulkan found under the obelisk. The door to the deep underground.

They stood in front of the gate, and after trying to contact Fenus six or seven times to no avail, Mortarion spoke,

[My suggestion is to inject poison gas into it. 】

Vulkan's exclamation sounded immediately,

[Brother, you can’t do this!Although this may be a trap, but——]

Mortarion interrupted Vulkan,

[I can guarantee that this poisonous gas will not poison Fenus to death, but it can poison or poison the giant beasts and the Eldar. This is helping him. 】

　4.5k words, no more today! ! !

　　Fuck, I almost forgot again, push the book and push the book!This is the masterpiece of the dark lady! !
　　
　
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