I am in Warhammer's Heartsteel

Dejan had always intended to acquire the Star God fragments, and as an auxiliary force, he joined Astartes in attacking the Necropolis, which happened to be the right time.

"Alright, but platoon leader, it's not too much to ask for a different hot melt gun, is it?"

"Thermo-firing gun..." Grove's head started to ache. "That's not standard equipment."

Even though the Koren family was wealthy, they were unable to equip themselves with thermoelectric equipment on a large scale.

The Iron Anvil Company did have three Hot Melt weapons, but two were destroyed in the previous positional warfare, leaving only one. It's impossible to give it to Deyan.

"Think of a way." Deyang punched the company commander in the chest.

You really can't beat the Necromancer without some armor-piercing gear.

God knows how many high-level units are hidden in the tomb.

Faced with his savior's request, Grove couldn't very well refuse, so he found two molten metal bombs.

"Use this one, it's the same."

Dejan, seeing that he had the upper hand, took the molten metal bomb and weighed it in his hand.

"Alright."

Inside the base, troops began to assemble.

Judge Alonso led the Death Watch in silence.

The mechanical training and military combat machinery's turbines clicked and clacked.

Elijah's mercenaries and family guards stood in neat square formations, the ghostly blue light of their plasma weapons stretching out in a blinding flash.

Deyang squeezed into the line of the Iron Anvil Company, looking at the group of dark red and gold figures at the front of the line, his mouth twitched and his forehead throbbed.

Those who weep bitterly, those who wail!

Holy Blood Angels Subgroup.

A tragic history of sacrifice that unfolds on the move.

This Holy Blood Angels subgroup, born during the era of the Cursed Army, has an extremely low birth rate due to genetic seed defects and is often plagued by misfortune.

Perhaps this is the price to pay for getting rid of Black Fury and Bloodthirst.

The Lamenters Chapter perfectly embodies the phrase "The Empire may have tormented me a thousand times, but I will still love the Empire as if it were my first love."

Dejan didn't discriminate against those who wailed; on the contrary, he respected them greatly.

After all, the Lamenters are one of the few Astartes chapters that treat mortals as human beings.

He was simply wary of the unlucky nature that cry people are born with.

Those who act as assistants to the mourners will likely suffer the same fate.

Who knows what unpleasant things might happen?

and…

Deyan counted, and there were only 47 people weeping.

Less than half a company.

The person crying was so weak.

With such a lineup, even with a large support army, it would be difficult to conquer a tomb world.

Could it be that we'll be wiped out here before the Regent can replenish his troops?

Dejan took a deep breath of the air, which smelled of chromium and engine oil, touched the Hollock arm guard on his left arm, and silently prayed that he would have better luck today and not die here right after getting the tank engine.

The troops moved towards the Butuo mine.

……

"For the Emperor!"

The battle began with the roar of Judge Alonso.

The real meat grinder has started running.

Deyan followed the anvil and advanced, each step landing in a viscous mixture of blood plasma and engine oil.

The undead warriors silently formed a moving metal wall.

If one is broken, two more are immediately installed in its place.

A combat nun on the right wing was cut in half at the waist by a phase blade, and as she fell, she was still shouting, "May the Emperor protect us!"

The mechanical cleric on the left wing had half his head sliced ​​off by a Gaussian beam, but the remaining mechanical limbs still managed to fire one last shot.

Bombs, lasers, plasma, and Gaussian rays darted around.

A weeping man was surrounded and killed by two scorpion chasers.

Even Astartes could not guarantee safety.

Not to mention ordinary people.

Every step forward comes at a bloody price.

Dejan is holding on.

After a series of battles, his marksmanship improved significantly, and he fired tirelessly.

The crisp notification sound kept ringing out.

[Heart Steel Layers +1]

[Heart Steel Layers +1]

The high intensity of the battlefield actually made him thrive.

They get stronger with each battle.

During the reload interval, the Heart of Steel Mark came into view.

Two Immortals are suppressing the Anvil Company with double-barreled Gauss blast guns.

Numerous undead warriors were scattered around.

Seeing this, Dejan gave Pete a look.

Without a word, Pete immediately provided fire support.

Taking advantage of the necromancer's distraction, Dejan charged forward!

The rubble exploded!

The chainsaw sword slashed upwards in a gruesome arc!

*Snap—Sizzle!*

The rotating serrations bit into the joints of the immortal's gun-wielding arm, ripping the living metal apart and gushing out green energy slurry.

clang!

[Heart Steel Layers +1]

In the instant the Immortal lost his balance, Dejan thrust the chainsaw sword upwards along his lower back.

Single-molecule serrations tear apart the core.

The immortals knelt down with a thud.

Dejan ducked to avoid another Immortal's Tesla Ray.

Empty the magazine as the bomb gun is emptied.

The second immortal was also destroyed at its core, exploding into a mass of metallic debris.

In the blink of an eye, the two immortals perished.

[Tank Engine Layer +2]

Dejan Davent

Pureblood Human

Age: 24

[Health Points: 567 (Tank Engine +10%)]

[Body Constitution: D]

[Psionic Power: 5]

[Charm Rating: S]

Hextech Crystal: 1010

[Hextech Enhancement: Upgrades to Zhonya's Hourglass and Tank Engine]

[Equipment: Legendary Heartsteel 150+]

With 150 layers of Heart Steel and two layers of Tank Engine, the health was increased to 567.

Dejan felt better than ever before, and he discovered that the increase in the size of the tank engine was controllable.

It is an active skill.

You can grow bigger if you want, or remain the same if you don't.

Health points continue to increase.

He was initially worried that his increased size would be a problem inside the confined space of the mine, making him an easy target for undead attacks, since he was only high in health and not in defense.

Now I don't have that worry anymore.

He could absolutely use this active effect as a trump card.

Not far away, Malakin Foros, who had been watching the overall battle closely, was taken aback when he saw Dejan cleanly and efficiently take down two immortals. His surprised gaze lingered on Dejan for two seconds.

By ordinary standards, Dejan's performance was indeed quite impressive.

However, at this point he hadn't yet connected Dejan with the golden warrior in the Saint Gilles scroll, since Dejan wasn't very big and didn't emit any golden light.

Dejan, unaware of the warband leader's attention, withdrew his chainsaw and returned to the group.

Under the cover of the Wailers' frenzied assault, the Deathwatch Kill Squad plunged straight into the heart of the tomb.

As the battle lines stretched and the passages narrowed, the vanguard had to leave some men behind to guard each passage in case their retreat was cut off, while the rest advanced separately.

Dejan's Anvil Company never fell behind, always following the two Weeping Squads led by Malakin Forros.

"Where have we advanced to?" Dejan asked, panting heavily.

Before Grove could answer, a violent explosion occurred a hundred meters ahead.

The chainsaw sword's roar suddenly intensified.

The Lamenters' elite squad, personally led by the Commander of the Malakin Warband, crashed into a huge underground hall.

Through the dust and smoke of the explosion, Deyan saw the undead legion in the hall.

In the center, a four-meter-tall scorpion lord, clad in a metal robe adorned with ancient hieroglyphs and holding a scepter inlaid with emeralds, slowly raised his arm.

Surrounding it were two full squads of Netherworld Swordsmen, three Immortals, and a tidal wave of Necromancer phalanxes.

Deyang's heart sank, and his expression became extremely solemn.

Oh no, we've encountered the boss!

With a wave of his scepter, Lord Scorpion unleashed a powerful green energy wave that shattered the armor of three weeping warriors who rushed forward, leaving them severely injured and collapsing to the ground.

"For the Emperor!"

Malajin roared as he charged forward, the holy sword and scepter clashing, the shockwave sending rubble flying.

The other undead seized the opportunity to press forward, and the Lamenting Squad was surrounded.

On the other side of the mine.

Elijah also ran into trouble; the bodies of his guards lay scattered around him.

The undead surged in from three passages.

The dense barrage of firepower put him under immense pressure.

He wanted the psionicists to break the deadlock, but he couldn't find Bruno.

"Where did Bruno go?"

Claire's calm voice came through, tinged with static.

"It's been broken up."

"Damn it!" Elijah gritted his teeth.

The fierce battle raged on, but the psionicists were scattered.

Not good!