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

Chapter 788 230. BYD is playing a resurrection match, right?

Thought of the Day: Life is the Emperor's currency, use it well, warrior.

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In the white fog covering the battlefield, charge, charge. All the value of life is transformed into charging with guns in hand at this moment. The brain no longer thinks, and people march only on the instinct of killing and fighting.

Billions of Astra Militarum troops ran out of the fog. Beside them, the tracks of Cerberus and Hellhammer super-heavy tanks slid across the muddy ground, pressing the remains of the Necron on the ground deep into the soil.

The tall shadow slammed the ground step by step, almost making the entire battlefield tremble. Brilliant flames spewed out from the muzzles of the twin-linked Gauss cannons.

It was once again submerged in the mist, leaving only a fleeting bright line on the retina.

The sound of rusty bells came from behind the fog. The undertakers from the Death Guard raised their scythes and struck the bells, causing the sound of the bells to spread out. Wherever the bells and the fog reached, it was the territory of the Pale Lord.

And you just have to... run, run - the soldier's task is to advance the front line.

Kriegmead didn't think about why the fog was so thick, but the eyepiece of his gas mask did not fog up. He just held his gun and rushed forward.

Countless of his comrades were charging beside him. Krieg, who was beside Mead, was interrupted by the scythe slashed by the Necron warriors who rushed over.

Krieg dodged the shovel deftly, turned around and fired smoothly, the muzzle of his Gauss rifle flashing a faint green light.

laugh!
Green flowers of light splashed out, and Krieg started running again. Mid had already run farther, and the super-phased sword in his hand was humming. This was the weapon he was awarded after the battle of Slaanesh.

The sword flashed with huge energy, and Mid easily cut off the scarabs that pounced on him. The silver-black insects twitched and fell to the ground, but Mid knew that they would be resurrected again, and the nanorobots that made up these mechanical insects would be reassembled.

But that was not something he needed to worry about, there would be others to stop the resurrection of the Necrons.

White mist rolled and covered the cut section of the Underworld Scarab. Almost immediately, an abnormal dullness covered the originally smooth and unusual metal.

The underworld scarab twitched a few times and stopped moving - as if it had died like a real insect.

At this moment, although they could not obtain the blessing of the God-Emperor, the Pale Lord was with them.

Mead ran faster and faster, almost outrunning his company. As a vanguard, Mead was always the fastest one.

Even killing couldn't stop this Krieg from charging.

As a result, he rushed out of the area completely covered by the white fog. The white fog, which was high enough to cover an entire Warhound Titan, gradually thinned to Krieg's waist and then to around his ankles.

Meade caught up with the first group of soldiers -

A strike group consisting of a Death Guard squadron combined with Mechanicus Skitarii and vehicles.

He was surrounded almost entirely by sages and crusaders riding tall vehicles. Mid saw the dull bone-white Death Guard moving back and forth across the front lines. He did not hear a battle cry; the silent Death Guard had no battle cry.

But the oil guys are noisy.

Krieg sometimes wondered if the Sage was fighting while he was climaxing, but it seemed that this scene could only be seen on the battlefield where Hades participated. Fortunately, the Hades Cult would not be as crazy as the Mechanicus.

"Protect the descendants of our fellow Plutos! You crazy scientific researchers!!!"

The Forging General roared, and his entire body was almost like a moving hill. The Crusaders were relying on the body of the Forging General to defend against shooting, while the Forging General was waving the Axe of the God of All Machines in his hand, which was shining with green light.

Following the roar of the Casting General, a new wave of firepower assistance began——

This is why the Empire can never abandon these crazy guys, who have control over most of the machines.

A huge, roaring sound almost covering the hum of the Titan's engine in the distance sounded.
Mead subconsciously looked up and saw the light in the sky illuminating half the sky. The missiles were like thousands of arrows being fired at the same time. The whistling sound of the missiles cutting through the sky was far more piercing than any sound Krieg had ever heard.

But there's a problem.

Krieg thought that the Casting General had not sent the message to find shelter in advance, or maybe he was the only one who hadn't received it.

Because the Skitarii and Space Marines had obviously received the message, and he had run beyond his area of ​​responsibility. The Astra Militarum was responsible for the flanks and clearing out the remaining troops.

There were so many bullets that Krieg felt the heat from the ashes and smoke from the missiles on his back. He lay down skillfully and fell on the bodies of the Skitarii and Necrons.

At the other end, next to the towering brown tombstone, the huge stone tablet covered with dense scarab beetles began to turn.
Fierce thunder power gathered on the arc of the gap at that end, and the bright green color almost dyed all the Necrons a terrifying green.

hum-

Boom! Boom! Boom—Boom! Boom!!!

The high-speed particle stream rushed straight into the missile group, like a spear piercing into a herd of galloping gorals in Africa. After a flash of white light, an explosion as bright as the sun lit up in the sky, as if a nuclear bomb had exploded there.

It seemed as if all the air was burned up by the explosion.

After a moment of shrieking, Meade could hear no sound for a moment, his coat sticking to his body and the air being sucked out of him.

Krieger felt like he was screaming, but he couldn't hear anything. Blood was flowing from his ears.

He tried hard with both hands to grab the protruding rocks on the ground, but the delayed shock wave knocked him and the rocks over, and he flew up.

In his upside-down vision, Mead saw those Necrons and Hellworker Scarabs that were also blown away, but only a small part of them. The remaining Necrons were firmly fixed to the ground, still pointing their guns coldly at the Mechanicus and Space Marines.
Farther away, green gathered again in front of the huge stone tablet that had just spewed out a stream of icy particles, and Krieg seemed to hear the sound of the charging.

The Scarabs of the Underworld are working hard to resurrect the Necrons. The resurrection protocol is running between these cold and tall structures. There will be no screams and no fear.

The Forging General once again enthusiastically raised the Axe of All Machines in his main limb.

"Fire! Fire! Fire!!!"

Binary madness echoed on the battlefield, and the missile rain came again, accompanied by a huge buzzing sound from the flank battlefield, and something like a swarm of mosquitoes in the rainy season arrived.

Krieg was about to fall to the ground. He felt dizzy and tried to curl himself up to protect his internal organs.
But he failed, and was about to hit the sharp protruding rock.

"Be careful."

A sudden feeling of weightlessness came over him, and the next moment Mead was staggering and spinning on the ground.

Seeing that Krieg was alright, the Death Guard who grabbed him muttered something and patted Mead's shoulder, but once again nearly brought Krieg to his knees.

"Continue fighting."

The Death Guard's deep voice came from his helmet, and then he rushed back to his team with his particle bolter in hand, without giving Krieg a chance to thank him, and Krieg didn't intend to thank him.

Reducing casualties so as to better serve the God-Emperor and Hades is a warrior's duty.

46 seconds later, Krieg, who was fighting with the Necron Warriors, saw the Death Guard. He was pierced through the chest by three Gauss blasters while he and his two companions were killing the Immortals together, and he died completely.

The Mechanical Sage on the side seized this opportunity and shot the Immortal in the head with a super high-energy particle stream, which immediately shut up the Immortal with a cold tone.

An Immortal, taller than the Space Marine who had just saved Krieg, fell down, but the Underworld forged bodies around him rushed up like sharks smelling blood, frantically collecting and dividing the living metal that made up the Immortal.

At the tips of those underworld forged bodies, data transmission arrays that Mid could not see or understand were working all the time, transmitting the will code back and then re-instilling it into the new bodies. The great sage roared, and each of them had modified their signal transmitters before this, and countless amplification components were added.
If a mortal stood next to them, he might soon become dizzy and faint from nosebleeds, because these great sages were emitting extremely strong signal radiation all the time.

This was to disrupt the Necrons' signal transmission as much as possible. In the bodies of these mechanical sages who swung their axes and fiercely hacked at the Necrons, fierce electronic warfare was taking place at the same time. If they could not disrupt the enemy -

Then our own information transmission and machinery will be taken over!

But every great sage knew that he would win. In their overheated and overloaded engines, a drop of silver-white metal was gleaming, trembling slightly like a heart.

Pluto blessed them and protected them from the enemy's electronic interference.

Each Mechanical Sage is a walking signal base station. The fire support for the front and rear positions, and the dispatch of vehicles, knights, and Titans are all provided by these sages. They are the first line of defense of the information station and an extremely solid guarantee.

Believers are pure, and accepting the blessing of Hades means not accepting the blessings of other gods——

The wise men enjoy it.

"Blow it up!"

A small-bodied great sage swung his sword on a giant walker, causing the two-hoofed machine under him to run wildly.

Krieg could faintly hear the roars through his bleeding ears.

The swarm of mosquitoes that attacked earlier finally arrived at the battlefield. The dense swarm of self-destructive drones, chained arcs of electricity leaped between the drone arrays, and the giant stone tablet rotated again.

But the drone swarm dispersed first. Drones have more advanced intelligent guidance than missiles, but their attack power is reduced.

The green spear was thrown into the sky again, directly breaking through the thick clouds and creating a big hole in the sky.
The drone swarm did not suffer much damage. Instead, it rushed into the Necron formation like flies and mosquitoes in an extremely strange trajectory.

This attack was very effective. There was a brief gap in the Necrons' attack, and the drone swarm focused on attacking the Scarabs, which would delay the Necrons' subsequent resurrection.

Krieg clenched the phase sword in his hand, and he ran forward and swung the sword to cut a Necron in half. Mead found that most of the Necron warriors he met were not as flexible and agile as him.

Of course, this does not include the Immortals that the Death Guard are fighting against.

Krieg swung his sword, but he sensed a hint of danger. The situation on his position seemed to be gradually turning unfavorable.
The green light was dancing, and something flat and huge seemed to be sliding across the sky above the planet fragments, and then several underworld structures appeared before their eyes.

The troops on the flanks had been dealt with, so Krigmid's army advanced forward, and the knights stepped onto the battlefield.

The Titans are still in the rear as long-range fire support units. The close distance will make it extremely difficult for the Titans to avoid attacks from the Necron Monoliths.

But even though their army followed, the front line still did not advance at all, and even showed signs of retreating.

After a morning of fierce fighting, the Death Guard, an elite unit, had been losing members, and a gap in the Death Guard was opened, so those tall Immortals were placed further back.

Compared with the Mechanical Magos and Space Marines deployed here, the number of Space Marines is still too small, and every loss of personnel becomes glaring.

Mead was sure that he saw in his blurred vision that the squadron leader who had been commanding the Death Guards was shot dead by a cold gun from the void.

But the sky was empty, and Mead could see no enemy at all.

He felt a little tired. He had been struggling intensively on the battlefield for a whole morning.
The Necrons he faced would never get tired. As his muscles twitched, Krieg's movements began to deform, and he had to fight more relying on his experience rather than his agility.

New troops were deployed, and ten more Krieg companies were transported in by Rhinos.

But there would be no retreat. The commander of this war seemed to have not considered the situation where someone like Meade, who had been fighting for a whole morning, needed a rest?

The last one, Mead's sword barely scratched the warrior's shoulder, and his gun directly shot the Necromancer in the head.

Mead began to retreat along the route he had planned. He planned to retreat to the body of the dead great sage in the rear to rest. The huge great sage just happened to be an excellent cover.

But just then——

Some kind of huge, spider-like monster appeared from the front, about the same size as the knight. In Krieg's sight, there were at least five such giants, running at a speed that was completely inconsistent with their size.

next moment--

Om-! ! !
The three Soul Knights suddenly stopped in place, swayed and then fell down. The muzzles of the Seraph heavy constructs released by the Necrons moved, and then they aimed directly at the group of Titans at the rear of the army.

!!!

Several black lines that seemed not to belong here crossed the eyepiece of Mead, which was raised high and looking towards the sky.

Before being hit by the laser from the Seraph Heavy Construct, Krieg looked back and saw the laser that tore the two Titans apart.
Small black hole.

Krieg didn't have time to be surprised. He was torn to pieces by the shock wave of the explosion. He was splattered all over the ground, with blood still flowing from his ears.

The white mist suddenly surged violently, and the bell rang.

"Get up! Everyone, get up!"

Karas shouted at the top of his lungs, the cold energy of psychic energy extending under his feet. It was obvious that his psychic energy had just been teleported back, his flesh and blood had gathered together again, death was a blessing, but most people were not so lucky.

"Come back and work overtime!"

Karas shouted without caring about his reputation at all. He swung his staff violently, and the head of the staff directly smashed the Immortal Vanguard who wanted to kill him in close combat.

It was as if he was in another dimension, a dimension from the subspace, and the attack penetrated through.

More and more people stood up. Mead jumped up in horror and found that the intestines that had just splashed on his face were crawling back into his stomach.

"Is this how you command? You let the other side assassinate you? Didn't Mortarion train you? Or did a dog eat your brain?"

Karas kicked the third squadron commander on the waist and kicked the guy who had just come back to life to the ground. His helmet was buried in the mud. The Death Guard obviously didn't even want to raise his head and stayed in the mud in despair.

Karas stepped directly on the silent Death Guard, and the spiritual energy around him suddenly increased.

And further away, behind Karas, a skinny winged god appeared. The black hole released by the Necrons was being squeezed by some strange and flickering psychic turbulence, and then disappeared.

[Karas, (X66300, Y47400), the Psychic Titan Phalanx is about to be teleported, you are responsible for receiving them to the third battlefield. ]

People stood up again, just like the Necrons, and they rushed into each other again, killing each other, as if nothing had happened.

Of course, some people are already dead permanently.

The corpse bunker of the great sage where Krigmid wanted to rest still lay quietly. They had chosen their own paths and accepted the blessing of Hades wholeheartedly, without being protected by other gods.

This is the reason why they are confident in discriminating against other sects, the state religion, the imperial truth, and atheists.

New casting generals have been added.

(End of this chapter)