Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"It looks like we're going to have a siege."

"Yes."

"I think so."

"..."

When they saw the giant skull fortress in the image projected by the scholar, except for Qin Mo who sighed, everyone else's reactions were ordinary and indifferent.

It’s not that it’s not surprising that a skull fortress popped out of Broome without paying attention, but it’s because too many amazing things have happened, and there’s nothing to be shocked about anymore.

Even those non-combatants in the transport fleet who enter and leave the Eye of Terror will be very surprised when they find that the supplies they want to transport have been transported a long time ago, and then fall into numbness after this happens too many times and stay there all the time. The combatants in the Eye of Terror have long been accustomed to this.

"This time the Kriegs have a role to play." Warmaster Ryan came to the tactical table and dragged the logo of the Krieg Death Corps into the combat sequence.

The transport ship carrying the Death Corps in the fleet sounded the alarm at the same time and headed towards the No. 1 land plate on Broome, which is the land plate where the Dark Angels and the Mortal Corps landed.

All the Krieg Death Corps will be dropped on Land 1, and then after preparation, they will be transported across the Scarlet Blood Sea in a transport vehicle to land on Land 2 where the Skull Fortress is located.

Several regiments of the Astra Militarum that were good at fire support and offensive warfare were also mobilized and headed to the No. 1 land plate with the Kriegs.

Beginning with the Kriegs, new regiments put into combat order will join the battle with previously put into combat order regiments.

"I think they need the help of the Titan Legion." Guilliman pointed to the blood mist of Broome's model displayed on the tactical table. "There is no way to take down this fortress with flesh and blood alone."

"I know, but I think the Titan Legion should be dispatched at the right time. I know it in my heart." Ryan responded calmly.

After all, Guilliman himself was not a Warmaster, so he didn't say much.

Ryan was silent for a moment, suddenly thought of something, and continued to deploy his troops.

This time he mobilized a large company of the New Thunder Warrior Legion, that is, a thousand people, to prepare for battle.

It's just that this transfer order needs to be drafted and promulgated by Qin Mo, and Qin Mo is also willing to let the new Thunder Warriors participate in the siege.

After doing all this, Ryan quietly waited for his order to be carried out.

There was silence for a long time in front of the tactical table.

"In addition, we have to make preparations..." Ryan took the initiative to break the silence and looked at Qin Mo, "Lord Tailong, you..."

Without the Lion King saying much, Qin Mo could guess what he wanted to say from his expression.

Obviously, if the siege does not go smoothly, and even the Titan Legion and the New Thunder Warriors cannot bring victory, then a top-notch combat force will be needed.

"As I am in the expedition fleet, I will not stand idly by in times of crisis." Qin Mo nodded to Ryan, "If the situation is irreversible, I will personally lead the guards to parachute to the Skull Fortress, break it into pieces, and destroy the inside. Kill the enemies one by one."

Ryan felt his hanging heart suddenly fall to the ground smoothly. He took a long breath and smiled.

"You can also let me parachute down to direct the battle on the spot." Guilliman said.

"It depends on the situation." Ryan nodded, "Our current level of force is that the strong is strong and the weak is weak. If there is an enemy that can't even defeat the new Thunder Warriors but is not strong enough to be lawless, then it will take the two of us. The Primarch has gone down to fight, and if we encounter someone who can't even handle the two Primarchs, then we have no choice but to let the Lord of Tyrone take action."

"We are all commanders in chief."

Ryan added.

"We are all warriors too."

…

The main fleet of the expeditionary force is conducting saturation orbital bombardment on Land No. 2 where the Skull Fortress is located.

From the ground, it looks like dense beams of light breaking through the atmosphere and penetrating the blood mist.

But then it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and even the sound of explosions could not be heard from the blood mist.

On the crimson sea between the two continents, which was stained by blood mist and turned into a sea of ​​blood, a giant platform called the Mobile Continent built by the engineering force carried the participants in the siege war to the No. 2 Land.

The black stone obelisk has been built on the mobile land a long time ago to ensure that the soldiers who stand on it and rush to the battlefield will not plunge into the blood mist and then die violently due to various supernatural phenomena. The black stone will convert the blood mist into matter. A world-like mist made of blood.

While the mobile land was heading towards the second continent, Grote, the general of the Tyrone Army's 44th Infantry Regiment, sat on the armor of his friend Duncan's command tank, looking at the weird people called the Krieg Death Corps in the distance.

A man in a crisp black military uniform was making arrangements with his adjutant.

That man was probably a general of the Death Corps, but not a high-ranking officer like the marshal.

Iconic black military boots and gas mask.

"That's not the Marshal of the Death Corps, but I suggest you come with me and say hello."

Hearing someone speaking, Grote looked to the left and saw Creed, the commander of the Cadian Assault Army who had fought alongside him before to direct the battle.

Creed rubbed his cigar and put it in his mouth before lighting it and said: "He is actually the supreme commander of the Death Corps, because their original marshal relapsed and died on the way to the main fleet."

"I heard the Kriegs were weirdos," Groat said.

"It's not as strange as you Tyrone people in the eyes of others." Creed blew out a smoke ring, "But they do have a special culture. After the war begins, I suggest you stay silent and indifferent, and don't care too much."

Grote shrugged and walked towards the commander of the Death Corps together with Creed.

Fortunately, the Krigians were also very considerate. When they saw the two generals who would need to work together next, they immediately put aside other things and greeted them.

"Call me Dade."

Groat heard a muffled voice coming from beneath the airtight gas mask, and then he too introduced himself to the Krieg named Dade.

The three people exchanged names and positions with each other, and then they knew each other and could work together.

Dade continued to be busy with his own business. He gave orders to his subordinates, and then said to Creed and Grote after completing these things: "When the mobile land platform approaches Land No. 2, my people will organize a rapid reconnaissance operation."

"Quick reconnaissance? There is no way that the Black Stone Obelisk can grow legs and feet to conduct quick reconnaissance with your people." Creed took a puff of his cigar and slowly shook his head.

"The armored regiment has heavy armored vehicles equipped with black stones." Grote added, "But they can't cooperate with you in reconnaissance, because they must be escorted by a huge army before they are allowed to go out. To prevent the Black Stone carried on it from being destroyed or captured."

Faced with the objections of his two colleagues, Dade stood up straight like a standard Krieg man, with his hands behind his back. He did not show any emotion in his words and gave a cold response.

"Reconnaissance without the Blackstone."

"The purpose is to obtain more information about the blood mist, and to test whether we will still have combat effectiveness in the worst and most extreme conditions without the Black Stone."