Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 243 Strategy
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Abaddon did not escape at all. He came to an empty metal space, let himself and Typhons and Thorax's men set up defenses, and then waited quietly.

This area seemed far more eerie to Abaddon than any other place on the Iron Planet.

This should be a giant warehouse with two platforms two kilometers apart.

The iron planet seems to be absorbing minerals from other planets in the Cadia system, so that it can be used to repair another iron planet that has been severely damaged.

When a large amount of ore is transported in along the pipeline on the left side of the warehouse, the distance between the platforms will suddenly shorten to the same distance, and then a huge number of transport drones will appear on the opposite platform, flying over to transport the ore Go to the opposite platform.

After the ore was transported, the opposite platform was far away, and the distance became two kilometers again.

It's as if someone keeps taking and putting back the two-kilometer gap, and the entire space has been modified.

It was difficult for Abaddon to describe the abstract scene he saw in words. He looked up ten kilometers into the sky, where a luminous device was hanging from the metal ceiling.

When the distance between the two platforms is shortened, the device will glow, and when the distance between the platforms is restored, the device will be dimmed.

"They save the trouble of building roads with this kind of space technology, tsk, it's really eye-opening." Thorax analyzed.

After hearing this analysis, Abaddon first looked at Typhons, and then looked at Thorax in surprise, realizing that the speaker was the leader of the Oathbreaker warband.

"Do you have the Butcher's Nail or the Scholar's Nail in your head?" Abaddon asked.

"It has nothing to do with what kind of nail is driven." Thorax raised his finger to his head, "The Butcher's Nail is just a tool, the wise man controls it, and the foolish man is controlled by it."

"Heh." Abaddon turned his head with a disdainful smile and continued to stare at the direction where the enemy might appear.

Abaddon felt that Thorax was talking nonsense, the Butcher's Nail would replace brain tissue, and it would be a virtue for a wise man or a fool as long as he had it on.

But Thorax also hit the Butcher's Nail, why he was not restrained by the Nail is indeed a question.

"They are coming," Typhus reminded them, gripping his scythe tightly.

Abaddon looked at the platform opposite. A group of ancient space warriors, an inquisitor, a praetorian guard, and a group of mortal soldiers walked onto the platform.

The device overhead has not yet lit up, the platform has not yet been docked, and the two sides are two kilometers apart.

Thorax's breathing became rapid and heavy, and he gripped the chain ax tightly with one hand.

The Butcher's Nail in his head was activated, and Thorax was full of fighting spirit. His subordinates reacted more violently than he did. They scratched their heads anxiously because they couldn't get the battle order for a long time, and kept hacking the ground with their axes to vent their anger. meaning.

One of Thorax's subordinates was holding a bolt gun, and he immediately opened fire towards the opposite side, but after the bolt pierced through the chamber, he continued to fly between the two platforms until the fuel for the propelling bomb was exhausted, but the 100 None of the rice flew out.

Obviously, the space between the two platforms is unstable, and the overhead device not only shortens the space intermittently, but also makes the space confusing and easy to modify.

Abaddon did not give the order to go to war, but turned around and ordered his adjutant: "Place the beacon."

The reason why he chose to fight on the vast platform was not because Abaddon happened to come here, but because he wanted to gather more troops here.

That's why Thorax didn't rush forward, he was waiting for Abaddon to execute his strategy.

After placing the beacon, light appeared behind Abaddon one after another, sending over 540 space fighters one after another, and then the mortal servants of the Oathbreaker Warband.

These mortal servants have mutated ax-like arms, and the empire called them flesh tearers.

"Prepare for battle!" Abaddon raised his magic sword with both hands and roared loudly.

The Chaos Space Marines and mortal servants behind Abaddon let out battle cries, eager to fight.

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"We need reinforcements." Greyfax said, staring at the opposite enemy.Gray immediately established a communication and asked Creed on Cadia for help, asking him to help arrange some Space Marines to come.

Given the Inquisitor's presence, Gray didn't want Iron Man coming.

Creed sent a request to all Space Marine Chapters and received responses quickly.

"The Wailers are already preparing to teleport, and the Space Wolves are preparing to teleport," Creed said, "but the other chapters are unwilling to use Tyrone's teleportation technology, but they are willing to support and have already passed in strike cruisers. "

Gray awkwardly relayed Creed's response to the others.

"It doesn't make sense?" Captain Gaius was very puzzled, "The teleportation technology you use seems very scientific, why don't they use it?"

"I won't use teleportation technology with unknown paths. If something goes wrong, the whole group will be wiped out and no bones will be left." Greyfax said.

"The origin is unknown? How could there be a teleportation technology of unknown origin? Why hasn't this more advanced science and technology been promoted and applied?" Gaius was even more puzzled.

Gray couldn't bear it now, he looked at Gaius and said, "Times have changed..."

A number of rifts opened behind Gaius, and Chapter Master Foros emerged leading the Wailers, seventy-two in all, who could withdraw from the battle.

Battles were raging on both Cadia and the moon's surface, and the Wailers were at their wits' end.

Then Sven showed up with fifty Space Wolves Space Marines.

These Space Wolves Space Marines have just returned from a battle, and their appearance is so different from normal Space Marines that they look like werewolves from horror stories.

Several of the werewolves were covered in blood, and there were ceramic steel and flesh fragments between their nails. When they were transported out of the dimension, their nails were still dripping with blood.

Greyfax stared at the Space Wolves, because they seemed to be a little heretical.

In addition, Greyfax also realized that these space wolves were willing to use the Tyrone teleportation technology to rush over, and they must have felt that the Tyrones could deal with them in the previous war.

In addition to the Lamenters and Space Wolves, another Eldar teleported out.

It was Thrall who had been arranged by the Eldar Prophet to deal with the Blackstone Fortress. He was wearing a tailor-made Tyrone army power armor, disguising himself as a human being.

"Vengeance!" Thrall yelled loudly as he pulled out the spirit bone long knife, and then it realized that it was using the language of the Eldar when it shouted revenge, and turned to look at the space warriors.

The Space Marines gave Thrall a questioning look, but there were more important things to pay attention to now.

"Who can tell me what time it is?" Swain looked at Gaius and the others, "Did you encounter a storm when you were sailing and trek to the present?"

"It's a long story." Gaius planned to explain after the battle.

hum-

The space device roared, and the two platforms two kilometers apart instantly docked.

The two sides who were ready for battle also began to exchange fire.

Gray rushed forward at the beginning of the engagement, ready to find an opportunity to stab Abaddon or crush Abaddon to death with his gravity shield.

But someone is faster than him.

Just as Gray shuttled deftly between the explosive bombs, he suddenly saw a group of flaming space fighters appearing in front of him.

These Space Marines appeared suddenly, as silently as ghosts.

(End of this chapter)