The Protoss in Warhammer

Chapter 238 226. The World of the Dead (2)

When the executive officer's order is given, the action begins.

Thousands of landing pods began orbital airdrops. Their goal was very clear, which was to detect this mood and establish a forward position.

Anrakil looked at the lander that looked like a meteor and said after thinking for a moment.

"Activate arc measures and find a way to defeat the enemy's airborne troops! We cannot allow them to successfully land."

Upon hearing the Overlord's words, the tomb technicians immediately began to control everything in their hands. The captain of the dynasty guard next to him asked worriedly after hearing what the overlord said.

"Supreme Overlord, I dare to ask why our fleet does not support and attack those enemies. We must defeat them, so that we can gain an advantage in the next battle."

Anrakil said very clearly after hearing this

"Our space fleet cannot defeat them. We have too few battleships, only more than 20. If it is the battleships of the so-called empire that now occupies the Milky Way, we can definitely win, but Karai, even their auxiliary forces are estimated to have combat effectiveness Not too weak.

I have seen those auxiliary battleships. Those battleships have already undergone specialized transformations, and they no longer look like their original design blueprints during their long service. We must defeat them and ensure the flawless progress of our plan. "

After hearing the overlord's words, the tomb guards couldn't say anything. They could only watch the engineers raise the defensive artillery buried in the tomb.

Black stone turrets tens of meters high rise from the ground. These turrets do not have turrets in the traditional sense. The Gaussian arcs on them are placed in coils for firing.

When they successfully entered the atmosphere too thickly like meteors, those terrible weapons opened fire, and lightning quickly slapped on the shields of the landing modules, overloading them all of a sudden. No landing module can survive two consecutive hits, and when hit a third time, the people inside will die no matter what.

Seeing the terrifying green lightning hitting upwards one after another, the numbers in the landing module also dropped rapidly. Yuan Yuan did not feel any surprise when he saw this scene, nor did he feel any distress. As a commander, when these compatriots fell from the sky, he had already regarded the number of casualties as just a number.

Their sacrifices are valuable because their sacrifices will pave the way for the survival of future generations.

"Inform the orbital bombardment to carry out fire strikes on the enemy's defense strongholds, suppress them, and ensure that our landing proceeds!"

Hundreds of warships immediately aimed their artillery at the surface, and plasma flames and large-caliber lasers immediately bombarded everything on the ground. Although those black stone buildings are hard enough, they still cannot withstand the hot plasma and lasers, and will only end up being turned into fragments.

"Dear Overlord, more than 60% of our defenses have been damaged, and the enemy's estimated firepower exceeds 80% of the human computer's operating capabilities!"

Anrakil looked at the cannonballs falling like stars, constantly bombarding his defenses, but his soulless body did not tremble at all. It just turned around and said in a cold tone from the speaker

"Lower the defensive weapons, order the troops to prepare for battle, and have all the Tomb Technicians who have joined the Human Column Computer transform into Skinners for me!"

After hearing the overlord's words, the tomb technicians who were still working below all trembled. They looked at each other with iron faces, and could not help but reveal a hint of sadness. But they can only exchange their feelings through the green flash in their eyes, because they no longer have the muscles to change their faces at will.

After Anrakil watched all the few things left return to the ground, he walked straight down from his throne and moved towards the depths of the tomb. His elite bodyguards loyally escorted him on his way forward. After letting them move forward for several hundred meters, the Overlord reached the center of the entire tomb:

Here, a large number of beetles take care of the people who have not yet awakened. Their awakening requires time and energy. There are at least hundreds of millions of undead who have not yet awakened. There are only tens of thousands of undead people awakening now, but fortunately, they already have most of the navy.

Anrakil looked at the sarcophagi sealed by the position. Due to the passage of time, even they could not prevent some inevitable losses.

It would be great if tens of billions of people wake up

Anrakil thought this in his heart, and then continued to move forward. This is not the reason why he came here, but he wanted to see how his plan was completed.

The huge freight elevator carried it downwards, and finally arrived at its destination, a huge battleship parking place. However, more than 20 warships have already flown away, and there are only two or three parked warships left here, but these warships are his ultimate trump card.

The tomb technician twisted the mechanical tentacles on his lower body and moved forward, letting the beetles and servants transform the tomb harvesting sword in front of them. They were putting a huge spherical object on it.

The technician chief's one eye saw the overlord heading here from the corner of his eye, and he hurriedly expressed his loyalty on the ground. Anrakil waved his hand and asked coldly

"Ah, my dearest technician, why don't you ask when this great work will be completed?"

The chief technician was silent for a moment after hearing this, and then a voice without any emotion came out of its sound generator

"I'm very sorry, my respected overlord, we have very few materials. Although we have blueprints, the equipment is very valuable. We lack stellar debris, and we have no way to carry out the next wave of plans. The only thing we can do now is to rush to build two dead zone battleships. As for the rest, we really can't continue."

Anlaqir hummed in dissatisfaction after hearing this, but still tried to maintain a calm tone and said

"Okay, I will understand your request. I will ask the Navy Department to find a way to forcibly age the stars in this galaxy through molecular bombs, create stellar fragments to transform more battleships for you, but I hope you know that you don't have much time."

"Of course I understand, terrible overlord."

Hearing the words of the strong man in front of him, the tomb technician said respectfully, and then immediately returned to work.

Looking at the battleship in front of him that was only one thousand meters long, Anlaqir had no doubt that this was the capital for his re-emergence and the weapon for him to regain control of the galaxy!

But his plan is doomed to fail, because too many people are eyeing this thing. On the other side of the galaxy, in Solemnus, a Necron Overlord has heard the news. Deep in the Eye of Terror, the Warmaster has learned of the situation here, and his allies are advancing. On the eastern edge of the galaxy, the fleets of the Craftworld are also advancing, bound to compete for this precious technology!

A new melee is about to begin.