Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei returns from Warhammer

The deafening sound of bolt gun fire could be heard not far away. The Gary brothers quickly shot down several incoming attack drones and threw a reconnaissance grenade while retreating with the help of a bunker.

The grenade rolled into the enemy group, but what was released was not a devastating impact or energy, but a red light that enveloped all enemies within the range.

The large amount of information and data fed back by the scan was transmitted to Old Tang's consciousness network, and the system automatically analyzed and simulated it to generate a data illustration——

A drone combat swarm that has been invaded and turned into a tool of the enemy, a small monster made of flesh and steel, a strange long insect made of metal, a demon that uses Deadpool as a container and has gradually revealed its original blasphemous form...

But the most troublesome thing is the two teams of "Traitor Astartes" with yellow and black stripes on their shoulder and breastplates, as well as the dangerous demon engines with different forms.

And constantly established connections with the lost legion brothers, warnings of being attacked kept shining bright red in Old Tang's consciousness network; and Old Tang could only quickly integrate the scattered warriors into one nearby through the "Path of Faith" Form a fighting squad to prevent them from being overwhelmed by the enemy's overwhelming numbers.

At the same time, he sent various collected data illustrations to the soldiers, which were captured and embodied by their power armor alchemy module system on the eyepieces to improve their strategic information.

Old Tang knew very well that he was not playing StarCraft this time. The lives and safety of the three hundred soldiers in the three companies were closely related to him. Putting aside the unrealistic fantasy of "zero battle losses", he at least had to ensure that the soldiers could To bring out the best value for His Majesty the Emperor.

According to the different positions of the soldiers and the enemy contact situation, after using the highest speed to plan the coordinates of the nearest integration of the soldiers who were scattered in twos and threes, Old Tang's vision briefly switched back to his own position;

The five legionnaires formed a formation to engage the enemy with super-heavy tanks and terrain bunkers. The alchemy bolt guns spit out tongues of fire, and each blast exploded accurately, giving the enemies a head-on blow as they rushed towards them like a tidal wave;

But after all, they are just cannon fodder and stepping-stone units. A spider-like mechanical demon engine carrying a huge egg bag on its belly is climbing forward. The metal "egg bag" is covered with spikes and engraved with blasphemous symbols. Several smaller cannon barrels sprayed out unclean flames as if to vent their emotions.

On both sides of the rear of the engine, there were a team of Iron Warriors Astartes on each side. They pushed heavy metal shields forward and fired accurately from the shield's shooting hole at a level no less than that of the Sword of Revelation warriors. Five of their own Unequipped with effective anti-armor and anti-large weapons, the Legionnaires were overwhelmed and unable to fight back.

But the spider demon engine could not be arrogant for long. Before the ferocious mouth-like barrel on its metal egg bag locked onto the "Emperor's Fist", the Emperor's Fist had already locked onto it;

Silver-blue energy flashed past, followed by a scream that sounded like the air was being burned by the high temperature!

Plasma annihilation cannon, 15% power recharge!

This is enough. When the light of the plasma beam is no longer dazzling, you can see that the metal egg bag of the demon engine is almost completely melted through.

The loud noise was followed by two of the Emperor's Fist's three "Norton's Breath" giant bolt cannons. Old Tang controlled them to pour out their fury on the two teams of Iron Warriors. The heavy explosive bombs were like a violent storm. The heavy shields in the front row of the Iron Warriors only lasted less than a second before they collapsed and shattered under the baptism of bullets.

Then came the twenty heretic Astartes, who seemed to be dancing in the rain of bullets, with heavy explosive shells tearing apart their armor and bodies, and the heavily damaged demon engine was no exception.

Ronald spent more than ten seconds observing the torn remains of the Iron Warriors, but no remaining biomass was detected in the scan. They were all metal and mechanical fragments.

Old Tang believed that "Norton's Breath Type IV" was not yet capable of vaporizing biomass flesh, which meant that these Heretic Astartes were nothing more than abomination machines in Iron Warrior livery.

But this does not mean that they are less dangerous. Their number far exceeds that of our own legion, and the explosive bombs fired by the weapons they are equipped with are not weak; not to mention that there are more stepping cannon fodder used to consume the ammunition of our own soldiers, and more Dangerous demon engine.

The other brothers of the Legion were not equipped with tanks to accompany them.

Old Tang observed the dozens of small battlefields that were divided non-stop. Through the God's perspective of the consciousness network, he guided the soldiers to avoid the enemy's frontal attack and form a small team with other brothers who were closer to meet the enemy as soon as possible.

Although the map was slightly lit up due to the linked warriors, it was still dark overall. Just when Old Tang was having a headache on how to efficiently explore the specific situation in this area, other forces suddenly connected to his consciousness network;

Before he could react, the dark fog on the map seemed to have been peeled away, and the area was completely revealed in front of him.

"Damn it! Who gave me the full picture?" Old Tang was a little shocked.

"It's me." The familiar boy's voice sounded in his ears.

"His Majesty the Emperor!" Old Tang immediately felt excited and surprised, "May I ask what new instructions your Majesty has?"

"Your target is here." The map screen changed its angle in response to the boy's voice. A tower-like building in the center of the holographic map was displayed in front of Old Tang's eyes. "It's called the 'Anchor Engine,' Vash." The masterpiece Thor prepared for me. This engine can more accurately track the source of my power and locate the world than the unstable sorcery of the raven."

"No problem, Your Majesty the Emperor, I won't bother you to do it yourself, I will take my brothers over and bulldoze it right away!"

"No, after you destroy the anchoring engine, I have to completely seal the subspace rift here. But before that, I can't use more power."

"Lu Mingfei is on the way, and he will destroy Vashtor when the time comes. At present, Uesugi Eri is the legion's only support - after the power of faith stored in her armor is used up, you must ensure that That child’s safety.”

…

Vashtor sat on his control throne.

Around it, tentacle-like magic steel cables sparkled, gears intertwined, and piston-driven crushing machinery played an unholy binary hymn.

This is a giant pillar-like building, with complex three-dimensional maze-like forges, furnaces, equipment factories and other areas scattered around it in all directions;

The bottom seems to have sunk into the turbid and sticky energy at the bottom of the well. In the area near the bottom, new machines mixed with alchemical technology are stretching out a mechanical claw enchanted by witchcraft, digging into the energy pool to turn over. Stir; probably most of the things captured are weak and insect-like things in the subspace, which can only be thrown into the furnace and used as fuel.

Only a few are familiar demons from the four gods of chaos, but they are only low-end things like Nurglings and Vampires. Although they can be useful, they are of little use.

With the knowledge of alchemy obtained from Doilos, Vashtor used the dragon deadpool as the reality container of these little demons, and then observed their synthesis reactions and extracted the corresponding useful substances from them... But it still needs more .

Until now, it is still trying, trying to connect with the Soul Forge, or the Reality Engine, the Sacrilege and the Ark of Omen... No matter how many times, Vashtor has not been able to establish contact with the "host" on the other end. , the data it absorbs and stores here naturally cannot be transmitted to the other end.

And the anchor engine it created has not been put to use yet. The will of the exiled king has obviously become aware of his conspiracy and no longer easily draws energy from the supreme sky.

It's so boring.

At the same time, Doilos' progress was extremely slow. Seven minutes and forty-two seconds have passed, but the authority to enter the Great Library has not yet been opened to it. This made Vashtor even more angry and let out a rumbling complaint like a forge——

Due to its own curiosity and desire for new knowledge, its desire to enter the "Great Library" is stronger than Doilos;

It's just that the Exile King's will will not allow him to stay here and read carefully. Vashtor plans to enter the Great Library and copy the knowledge inside into a data package to transmit to the ontology of another universe.

Still need to wait.

Its eyes turned to its own improvised armies - it reluctantly acknowledged whether they could delay and wear out the Banished King's new Astartes legions as planned, and it was dissatisfied with these new Astartes. Unlike the new Astartes born from another universe that can give it power.

The Exiled King began to intentionally take back the power that should have been contributed to the Four Gods and to it.

Continuous data offline and battle damage reports interrupted Vashtor's reverie. It made a rumbling complaint like a forge and observed the battlefield:

The pre-set mixed force encirclement has not taken effect. The divided super mortals are retreating in an orderly manner, predictably pulling the encirclement and suppression, avoiding the forks that lead to dead ends or traps, and other nearest super mortals. convergence;

This made Vashtor interested. He increased the communication garbled interference while listening to their already hacked communication channel, but unexpectedly they did not communicate with each other during their actions.

Interesting.

Its thoughts instantly changed into subspace binary spells, and then into data instructions to control machinery. Hundreds of mechanical individuals that received the instructions began to disperse and launch sneak attacks on new and different targets.

To its surprise, the super mortals seemed to have detected the sneak attack in advance and were trying to retreat; Vashtor let out a laugh like metal friction, and controlled the sneak attack team to squeeze the battles of those teams of super mortals. Space, while the mechanical monsters freshly crawling out of the mechanical forges and dark furnaces are constantly slowing down their pace.

It is expected that in twelve minutes, they will become the targets of the "Iron Warriors" vicious mechs and demon engines due to exhaustion of ammunition.

Vashtor is very satisfied with the descendants of Perturabo. They have the cold-blooded efficiency to perform tasks as efficiently as machines. However, the mechanical imitations he temporarily made in this world are ultimately no match for those genuine products——

The new changes disrupted its planned plan. Two teams of Iron Warriors were stabbed from the side, and a super mortal who was a head taller than his colleagues brutally hit them with a giant hammer that fired thunder and lightning. In the team of mechs, every time the silver arc flashed through the air, an Iron Warriors mech was knocked away or smashed;

Even though the mechas activated the melee protocol, they still couldn't stop the super mortal who was rolling over like a chariot. The other super mortals followed behind him to help shoot and cover until the mecha formation was completely pierced. He roared and jumped high, and with a burst of power, he used the alchemical giant hammer to overturn the "Venom Crawler III" demon engine.

A similar scene happened on battlefields in other different areas:

The Revelation Sword Champion, whom Vashtor wanted to capture alive and study his armor and body structure, chopped off the six legs of the "Hell Tracker" after creating a storm of mechanical fragments and parts, and then melted through the commanding individual on it with a shining plasma chest cannon...

The mecha team led by the "Heavy Hammer Devil" encountered a physical "technical failure" when approaching a super mortal suspected to be a think tank unit. The mechanical parts of the mechas and miscellaneous soldiers burst out from the inside, causing them to explode and die. Then these fragments rolled up a storm like a rotating blade and engulfed the "Heavy Hammer Devil" demon engine.

Vashtor was also deeply interested in this, and usually only showed such behavior when he slaughtered those superstitious technical mortal troops.

But what made it more concerned was that someone seemed to be playing a game with him in the air, constantly interfering with his arrangement of nodes.

Was it the Exiled King? No, the "Anchor Engine" did not respond at all.

That was him.

Vashtor saw the giant tank that was rampaging on the battlefield like a fortress. The three troops that were arranged to encircle and suppress it were all crushed and torn apart by this creation, which seemed unstoppable.

The aliens protected by the Exiled King, although they did not have the authority of the Great Library, they had a considerable amount of alchemical knowledge and could not add even a little power to Vashtor.

I didn't expect that he had this ability to control the battlefield... Then his value was increased a little bit. But he would soon know how ridiculous these controls were in front of the Creator who really controlled everything.

Vashtor sat up straight, and his claws picked up the giant hammer beside him. The facilities of this forge fortress were fully activated under its control.