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

Chapter 787 229. Aliens Defend the Country

Foolish newcomer, overestimating his own capabilities.

——The great king of silence, Szalak.

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The pale golden light of the Warp enveloped part of the Eye of Silence's star field, and the sparks on it were as numerous as stars. The gears roared, digging the fortifications deep into the loess.

"..."

Szalak raised his head and looked towards the area with the noise. The psychic signals were always discordant and needed to be shielded.

The silver-white skull opened its mouth, but didn't know what to say in the face of this situation.

"Unbelievable..."

The electronic sound of the Silent King was chaotic for a moment, and the radio waves spread from its body like a rippling light green ocean. Among the charred ruins blown up by the shameless Taraxin, Szalak stood up angrily and furiously, grasping his scepter tightly.

"Send troops—to represent my will!"

In the star field that was previously occupied in an instant, those moon-scythe-shaped ships that were far away from the planet and anchored in the void were restarted. The order has been issued, and the true manager of this galaxy has extended his hand.

Emerald green ion streams gushed out, and each scimitar-shaped ship could easily exceed the speed of light. The fleet gathered and headed straight for the nearby planet where the human primarch was stationed.

A fleet that far outnumbers the Empire's ships is advancing rapidly. With a ruthless, bloodless, and tearless determination, the Silent King is confident that he can wipe out the entire fleet of the Human Empire. In the face of the Necrontyr's technology, even if the human race steals their technology, they still cannot replicate it to perfection.

There is no faster ship in the galaxy than the Necrontyr.

In the star region, apart from the human ships near the planet, no other fleets were seen. It was obvious that the humans knew that they could not defeat the Necrontyr in a naval battle.

[I'll forget it! Don't rush me! ]

Inside Macragge's Glory, signal lights flashed and beeps sounded hurriedly.

Under the gaze of Guilliman and Fenus, Magnus screamed, and the red giant's whole body glowed red. He muttered something, and his one eye stared at the star disk.

Above that, several green rivers were heading towards the interior of the star field.

【Numerology is bullshit! 】

Finally, Magnus cursed loudly and decisively gave up the auxiliary algorithm recommended by Mortarion. It seemed that he gave up on himself. Magnus suddenly pointed at a point on the star map, and the stars in his one eye were shining brightly.

[This is it! The vast sky is heading in the dark, and the spiritual energy is flowing in a clear direction - this time I need to borrow the power of Mortarion! (x3782356, y239461, z56182, t2933), Mortarion, fight here! And Soulless Ogryn, (x374456, y28373, z52344, t2933), open the black domain! ]

The subspace is never a place of disorder! The operation of everything has its own truth and logic. The turbulence of the subspace in the eyes of others can actually be used -

This is also the direction Magnus has been working towards, right here! Drive the ocean currents of the subspace itself, and force a vortex between the subspace and the physical world to open up in this star field!

In Robert Guilliman's assumption, unless it comes to the last step, this war will be a battle between the Primarchs and the Psychics, and Pluto cannot be released unless necessary.

Across from him was the Silent King of the Necrons, which meant it had more than enough means to deal with a Broken C'tan. In fact, the largest fragment of the Death C'tan was screaming beneath the Silent King's throne.

In addition, Pluto's characteristics make him unsuitable for joint operations with the Human Empire.

In the land of pale mist, the giant scythe slammed to the ground, mysterious numbers appeared on the helmet, the cloak moved without wind, Mortarion murmured, the Primarch was transforming into the warp, and the phantom of a giant worm appeared from the sky above the planet fragments, spewing bursts of white mist towards somewhere in the warp.

Thanks to Neos's psychic training, Mortarion did not like the feeling of being too closely connected to the Warp.

[Didn't you say... that numerology is bullshit? ]

Mortarion, whose eyes always looked a little white under his hood, said lightly. His body became darker for a moment, and a few pieces of white bones fell off.

On the other side, the warp was screaming. An unwelcome Hades was forcibly visiting. The psychic turbulence was rushing and fleeing into the distance in a hurry.

[I just have reservations - Mortarion, I have tried to prove to you with formulas that there are too many uncertain factors in your formulas! You are just making up special solutions! ]

Magnus retorted, but even so, the psyker's hands never stopped, and the Red Giant drew a golden rune with unimaginable dexterity - to detonate the final singularity.

【I want you to pay attention, my brother.】

Guilliman, who was staring at the star map nervously, said, Magnus shouted,
【Why don't you question Mortarion? He attacked first.】

But no matter what, the flash of light from the psychic's fingertips has already fallen into the small star map, and only that little golden light can be seen flickering -

The curtain between illusion and reality is weeping.

In the center of the Necron fleet, the turbulent subspace with nowhere to go suddenly erupted, and bright yellow and misty white water mixed with countless colors gushed out from the anchor point, and the next moment it directly enveloped the Necron fleet. If it were a fleet of any other race, this huge impact would be enough to make the fleet lose its combat effectiveness directly -

Even if the engine could barely run, the crew members on it would have already died in the waves that swept away their souls.

But this is the Necrons.

"The mantis' arm is like a chariot."

After a brief moment of confusion, the Necrons' ranks were only slightly broken up, and the lights of their engines began to shine again, preparing to continue their forced march.

The Necrons are the real overlords and leaders of the physical world.

In their heyday, they not only personally shattered the star gods who dominated the physical world, but also had the power to fight against the ancient saints of the subspace.

"Foolish race... do the Terrans think that the Necrontyr fear the Warp?"

On the contrary, they declared war for the first time on the Old Ones, the masters of the Warp.

The Silent King sneered in his heart, and the displeasure of being ambushed by Taraxin gradually disappeared. It was just a trick that was not worthy of being displayed in a high-class place.

In the face of true, absolute power, all is empty talk.

But the next moment, the sharp bows of the battleships and cruisers appeared in the strange turbulence of the subspace.

"Your enemy in this battle is me."

Amidst the dense psychic energy, the Imperial fleet broke out from the waves of the Warp, golden light shone, and Garro, covered in flames, looked calmly at the interrupted Necron fleet.

Next to Garo was the Sun Lord Macharius, and both of them were burning with golden flames.

And on the deck beneath their feet, the Nirvana sub-center was roaring, the consciousness of machines and gears was extending, no longer stubbornly obeying the laws of physics, and among the waves of the subspace, all things should follow the laws of psionic energy.

Looking at the Necron ship that was accelerating without inertia and crashing into them, Garro raised his heavy sword, and their engines emitted a superluminal sound along with his roar - "Prepare to board!"

【，】

On the Macragge's Glory, Guilliman noticed that Finus's expression was stunned for a moment, and then Finus's will hesitated and said,

[My power seems to be able to affect the Necrons - but they are also resisting at the same time. In any case, I will try to slow down their ships first.]

[You are the commander of the naval battle, Finus, and you have the highest command authority.]

Guilliman said, lowering his eyes to look at the battlefield. Fenus's "main consciousness" was on those ships, and the one on Macragge's Glory was just a clone used for communication.

Finus nodded, said nothing more, and frowned.

They were never too naive. They opened the subspace window only to create a better environment for the Imperial Navy, so that the performance values ​​of the Imperial Navy could barely match the Necrons' scythe.

But now there seems to be a pleasant surprise.

In the chaotic sea of ​​stars, the melee has already begun. The torpedoes that cover the sky and the sun almost form a real barrier in the area, and the light is as dazzling as the sun.

But their enemies are no pushovers.

Facing the torpedo barrier, the faster-than-light crescent-shaped ship faced the torpedo, and a brilliant explosion lit up, but it was just a reflection of the fireworks behind the ship.

The Scythe-class harvesters were like free raindrops, charging straight towards the Empire's Mars-class battleships that were surrounded by cruisers. Behind the bayonets, the huge stone cairn emerged from the bath of torpedo explosions, and the lightning arc launchers were already ready to go.

The golden flames spread from the ships of the Human Empire, causing the waves of the Warp to begin to burn, as if a whole burning sea, the waves rushed towards the fleet of Necrons' ships -

Power surged from the corners of those machines, and Fenus felt the strength. He still could not control the technology of those aliens, but he could gain strength from their existence.

This power naturally fed back to the Imperial Navy.

On the other side, another force emerged from a corner of the main naval battlefield. It was very small in number, but it carried a very familiar aura.

At the bright spot on the bow, the Infinite One Taraxin hurried over to join in!

While the Imperium of Man's navy probably can't match the speed of Necrons' ships, their own Necrons ships can certainly match them!

Trazyn turned on his own computer, and a violent stream of data poured in frantically. Its goal was to assist the Imperial Navy, minimize casualties and increase enemy casualties as much as possible.

Trazyn waved his scepter and spread his cape. He was too lazy to even act! The "LED" lights of all his Necrons changed color! They all flashed gold!
On the Endless One's massive and exquisite crown, gold and silver met, shining like colored glass.

If it wanted to, it could change colors and flash seven colors, but Tarasim was not yet abstract and elegant enough to do so.

A strange scene appeared. The gold and green Necron ships attacked each other. Those guys, which were smaller in number and size, were obviously no match for the emerald green ships. They simply flew - flew into the encirclement of the Imperial Navy.

If the Silent King's minions didn't chase in, those little guys would fly out to harass again, coordinating with the Imperial Navy to counterattack the main line of the battle -

There, the two ships were already ramming each other recklessly, each side believing that it had a clear advantage in the boarding battle.

Necrons ships and soldiers can be repaired with living metal, and so can the human navy immersed in the turbulence of the Warp!

Consume - just consume. Above the starry sky, Guilliman was keeping silent with his lips tightly pursed.

Even with the help of the Warp and the assistance of the Infinite Trazyn, compared with ships of the same size, the Human Empire is still consuming the Necrons at a rate of at least twenty to one, thirty to one, or even higher.

On the higher ships, the Empire had already destroyed a large battleship, while the Necron cairn was completely unscathed.

But this was still within the expected value, Guilliman's breathing was still steady, the Necrons were almost invincible in naval battles, not to mention that they were facing the Silent King - the Silent King was not comparable to those small dynasties, it had outstanding strategies, extraordinary computing power, and a fleet with complete military services.

But... just consume it.

Thanks to Pluto, the human empire has already established a complete assembly line, and its navy is endless.

And the human armies there... can all be recalled by the Emperor or Fenus, and can be redeployed as long as the generals still have sufficient psychic energy.

The biggest good news is that even if the number of lost ships is calculated by the point, up to now, the number of losses of the fully combat-ready human empire's ships is still less than the number of new losses.

Behind this are countless workers who work day and night and are exploited more severely - but the empire never says what the price of victory is - victory is victory! Victory means survival!

But the Necrontyr has long since died! Even if we can rebuild ships, we will never be able to mass-produce them!
This is why the Necrons have no future, a race without a new life destined to be long dead, they are nothing more than living corpses, but every action will wear them down until they turn to dust.

Guilliman pondered, his eyes looking at the rest of the battlefield - there, the war had already begun, the main fleet of the Necrons had been intercepted, but those sporadic small fleets had already arrived on the planet and directly shot down the space station that the Empire had just raised on the surface of the planet.

The green light of destruction shone down, and between the thick clouds, an ominous and huge green light was staring at the empire. Flat, crescent-shaped aircraft crossed the sky, and several of them fell under the psychic power of the Primarch, but some successfully broke through, bringing with them an array of obelisks of doom that were suspended in the air like an array.

During that time, the first Necromancer that was teleported here appeared with a gun in hand. Billions of underworld scarab beetles rushed straight to the emerald green portal and immediately began to build bunkers and various fortifications.

【die. 】

The tall Primarch, who looked a little tired, climbed up to the high ground. Behind him, thousands of fighter planes roared, and mourning birds and thunder eagles cut through the sky together. Before them, the free self-destructing drones screamed to clear the way.

The scythe in Mortarion's hand scraped across the soil with a hissing sound, the Primarch's eyes remained calm. Behind him, more and more troops that had landed in different areas of the planet fragments were gathering.

[The Necrontyr have been dead for too long... I cannot sense their death.]

Even the echoes of the Necrontyr's "death" have dissipated in the long river of history. They are now nothing more than machines driven by code.

【attack.】

Mortarion jumped down first, faster than the tanks and knights following his legion. Unlike the overall steady advance style, Mortarion liked to go into the enemy camp alone.

But generally speaking, if Hades is present, the position of the thrust will be given to Hades because he is more suitable for forced marches than Mortarion.

And now... Hades is...

"I'm counting!"

Hades roared. Beside him, Trazyn was pacing back and forth anxiously. Hades was squatting on the ground, his hand resting on the wreckage of a Necron, sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Can't you hurry up? Your naval battle is not going well right now! You are less anxious than a Necrontyr like me!"

"The Silent King has added function-level locks and dynamic passwords to all dynasties that have joined him later - as well as quantum entanglement alarms. This means I have to bypass security to obtain the key. If I'm discovered, Szalak will change the key immediately! All the previous work will be in vain!"

There is only one chance to kill the enemy. After breaking the key of the Silent King, they can paralyze most of Szalak's troops below the Necron Emperor for 30 seconds.

(End of this chapter)