Warhammer 40K! The Queen of Glory for Hammer Guys

"Understood, we will help you deal with him, Endless One."

After Egg said these words very seriously, the communication between Endless Trazin and Hammer was interrupted 'just in time' due to subspace interference. Egg took a deep breath and turned to look at the other Hammers. , raised his right hand high.

"Cheer! Everyone! The real original body of the Death Guard has arrived in the Minot Galaxy! We are blessed! We will witness the amazing duel between the Figure King and him!!"

"Hey! I want to see Typhons be beaten by the figure king until he begs for mercy on his knees, and then dragged back to be used as a collection!"

The God's Chosen immediately followed the egg's movements, raised his hands and roared.

"It would be better to include a giant beast-level fluttering moth - but then again, death

Does the Chief Divine Champion of the Guard hate the Legion Commander of the Death Guard? "

Abathur hit the snake on the stick and continued to breastfeed a certain disgraced original body.

"That's inevitable. The four demon primarchs and their four chief gods are not on the right track - especially Typhons. He sold the entire Death Guard and Mortarion for a good price. A villain among villains, if Mortarion didn’t kill him, it would be because of Nurgle’s blessing.”

The Lich Lord nodded, and happily despised Typhons's character - well, although things that surrender to Chaos can no longer be called human beings?

"Is it really okay for us to underestimate Typhons like this?"

Liang Feifan couldn't help but start to complain, and at the same time, he began to carefully examine the information sent by the figure king to determine the approximate parameters of the incoming Typhons fleet.

"The main thing is that we can't find a way to fight Typhons in the short term - even though the Orogan Inquisitor who is the key is still hanging around in the real universe, we still have some spare energy to place chess pieces around him. But, think about the distance?”

Gu shrugged his shoulders and made a very straightforward point - without considering giving the key of Orogan Judge to the chief god players of Nurgle, there is really no way for the hammer guys to quickly join this game. Combat - after all, so far, the way the Hammers have entered the battlefield has been to rely on beacons...

"Have fun, it's at least a 50-50 split between the figure king and Typhons. The alien and the heretic beat each other and died together - this script made Big E laugh out loud - he must have been thinking about how to handle the figure king after the fight. Send him off decently, now you don’t have to do anything!”

Ji Jing nodded, feeling that Gu's words were reasonable, but the next second, the expressions of the hammer guys were frozen by the words of the political commissar sister.

"The problem is that the figure king is helping us block the door now. What if it is destroyed? If reality and subspace attack, wouldn't we be at risk of being destroyed? Although our chess pieces are powerful, they are not It’s invincible.”

Immediately afterwards, God's Choice's words gave the hammer guys a boost. After thinking about it for a while, the hammer guy who came out of the initial excitement pointed out a problem that was more fatal than them being flanked.

"Indeed, what's worse is that it's a good thing that we are in such decline. Typhons didn't discover the secrets of this galaxy. My God's Chosen name is written upside down - as long as Typhons wins the final victory, he will definitely go After the initiation ceremony, we can see the birth of a subspace rift exclusive to Nurgle in the real universe..."

"Ah, this is indeed a big problem - eggs! Contact the Figure King! Ask it if there is any way for us to follow its ribs to have a fight with Typhons! We absolutely cannot accept Typhons's Even a 0.1% chance of victory is unacceptable!”

As the discussion among the hammer guys deepened, their conversation slowly turned from Nai Xiaomo to combat, and they quickly realized that although under normal circumstances, the death of the Figure King and Typhons would be enough to bring down the empire. It's a good thing when people beat gongs and drums, but in the Minot galaxy, the figure king must not have trouble before Typhons, otherwise, things will be really fun!

"No need to worry, I have made arrangements. Tiberius Julius Cicero, the cursed warrior of the Imperial Guard who came to reality using the chess piece lent to me by the Commissar Sister, has secretly boarded that person. ....The flagship of the Figure King, he will become a new anchor point, leading the Cursed Legion to fight against Typhons."

Just when the Hammer guys started to quickly tap the light screen or other things in front of them, trying every means to establish a connection with the figure king, Big E's voice suddenly sounded in the Hammer chat room.

"Tell me, Big E, is there anything we can do for you?"

Although Big E seemed to be just here to reassure the hammer guys, saying that Typhons' invasion was no big deal, Liang Feifan, who had long understood the character of the lord of humanity in the 40K world, immediately spoke with a subtle expression.

"Yes, I do need a little help from you to achieve better combat results - in addition to the Forbidden Forces Cursed Hundreds that I will send down, if possible, I want you to use your hands to help me 'descend' A group of chess pieces so that they can transform into cursed bodies that can fight in reality for longer.”

"...Is this the actual amount we will pay for free prostitution? Okay, you are the boss now anyway, you have the final say.jpg."

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"I......."

"hiss------"

"Big E, did you take out the chess pieces from this group deliberately or on purpose? I remember that I didn't see many 30K chess pieces in your warehouse?"

"It must be intentional! But Big E, is it really manly to use these chess pieces in this battle?"

When they saw the outlines of the chess pieces sent by Big E from behind the door, the hammer guys were stunned for three seconds - without any other, in some sense, the batch of chess pieces sent by Big E It can be said that the chess piece is full of malice towards Typhons - no, even for any current Death Guard - and even for Mortarion himself. It is so malicious that even the Hammermen don't know what to do. Complained!

"These chess pieces are not mine. They are the painting orders I took online. I painted them just two days ago and haven't mailed them back yet. I just sent them to help you with the painting."

Recharge your troops. "

Big E is explaining.

"Can't we only bring down our own chess pieces? Why can other people's pieces be used?"

Hammer was confused.

"All it takes is permission. I just asked the owner of these chess pieces, Deng Eve, if he is willing to join this battle."

Big E is confident.

"You shouldn't be asking in an ambiguous way - for example, are you willing to see Typhons after the 30K Death Guard veteran Boomer fell?"

Big E smiled and said nothing - of course, the hammer guys knew that this meant admission, that is to say, he really used certain words to conceal his purpose and obtain the permission of the owners of these chess pieces. ——Well, of course, this matter is not really a problem?

"Okay, let's put this problem aside for now, Big E, you just need our help to bring down these 30K Death Guards? You don't need to do anything else?"

"That's right. Also, please remember, they are not the Death Guard, but..."

Big E paused and said a name. Along with this name, several lights also hit these chess pieces, making their crimson colors shine.

"Twilight Raiders."

28. Battle of Nurgle's Garden - fleets staggered

Typhons, the fatherly herald, was now anxious.

After confirming that this Minot star system was actually the natural sanctuary of a loving father, the Lord of the Destruction Demonic Fly temporarily put aside his doubts about why the holy numbers of the other three gods also appeared in this operation, and urged Moving his own fleet, he rushed towards the planet in the galaxy that could be used as the core area of ​​the ritual. At the same time, he quickly rummaged through the evil knowledge in his mind to find a plan that could maximize the effect of this ritual. However, Typhons also Before he had time to start the screening technique, a large number of alien warships with a faint green halo appeared in front of him in the huge flesh-and-blood pupil operating as a display screen...

Necron? Why is this world actually populated by Necrons? Is it possible that the reason why this sacred galaxy has not been enveloped by the grace of the great and loving Father is because of the interference of these bastards? ?

"Fleet, prepare to meet the enemy!"

However, after cursing these soulless things that hindered his loyalty to his loving father seven times in his heart, Typhons immediately commanded his fleet to greet the Necron warships that were rushing towards him. And quickly deployed the combat array - as these cursed warships used their bodies to outline a blasphemous symbol in the space, the surreal power suddenly burst out from the subspace to reality. In an instant, the deathly silence Color began to infect reality, and the power of blasphemous pollution turned into tentacles invisible to ordinary people, reaching out to the alien warships that flickered in the distance.

"Fire."

As Typhons's voice, which had long been far away from the 'human' voice frequency due to receiving too many blessings, grunted the order, a wave of filth suddenly surged from the Death Guard's battleships, who should probably be the main ones. The contents of the cannon erupted, and quickly became entangled into thick pillars of sewage or worse, directly 'pouring' towards the Necrons in the distance who had been captured by the power of the great loving father and were unable to move. Battleship, in order to send these beings to the eternal warm home of the loving father - so what if there is no organic matter in the Necron army? So what if the Necron have no soul? The power of Grandfather God is equal and generous, and all things are in the arms of the great Nurgle!

"...."

However, at the moment when these filth, which was enough to drag an entire smaller Imperial fleet into the cursed abyss, was about to appear, a strange light flashed across the Necron warships, and in the blink of an eye, Reality was stabilized again, and the distortions resulting from the manifestation of the fantasy of the Supreme Heaven were reduced to nothingness in a silent scream.

"Continue to fire salvos. The void shields of each ship are the strongest and the engines are the largest. Formation seven, outflank them."

The fact that the first round of shooting did not achieve any results was not a surprise to Typhons. Rather, if the first round of shooting achieved results, it would be beyond the expectations of the Death Guard's Chief Nurgle Chosen - if the Necron would If they are easily embraced by any one of the four gods, then they will not become the most surprising beings in this vast galaxy...

"...?"

However, something unexpected by Typhons happened.

"Why are these Necron warships approaching us?"

Because it is very clear that under normal circumstances, the Necron fleet often takes advantage of their unreasonable mobility, inertia and speed, combined with their long-range projection firepower that has a range and power that exceeds common sense. The kite's tactics blasted the attackers to pieces. When the enemy wants to evacuate, it will attack them and cover them with firepower, burying them all in the universe. Therefore, Typhons' initial idea was to use long-range shooting and the fields blessed by Nurgle to continue to limit the scope of the Necron fleet's activities, forcing the Necron warships to slowly fall into the outflanking circle of his fleet, and then in The engine areas or gun areas of these warships try to create blessing areas to further reduce the mobility of these Necron warships in order to prepare for the final gang-hopping battle-but, directly for Mao and these Necron fleets Just rushed over?

"Maximum firepower, three salvos. Each ship is

Members, prepare to join the gang. "

After thinking for a while, Typhons put this problem behind him and arranged the next tactical plan in an orderly manner - since the enemy has sent the ship to his threat circle, he should also respond accordingly It was necessary to adjust his tactics. Although such a hedging close battle also caused the damage rate of his fleet's warships to begin to increase significantly. However, how could a ship blessed by Nurgle's loving father be afraid of such a minor injury?

"...?"

that is....

Before Typhons could make arrangements for more than a minute, things happened one after another that made him even more incomprehensible - the Necron ships that rushed towards it did not pour too much firepower on their own battleships, but They all released many small vehicles, and then urged these small vehicles to spray covering fire, and moved towards their own fleet with lightning speed - although they did not recognize these small vehicles. model of the vehicle, Typhons still easily understood the tactics these Necrons wanted to adopt.

"Gang jumping tactics???"

Staring at the Necron warships that began to move away after abandoning these vehicles, even Typhons entered a state where Monk Zhang Er was confused - from the information he knew, the tactic of jumping gangs in space The Necrons are not incompetent, but generally only when there are key people or objects on the target ship, these soulless machines will find this solution in their logic, and use their hyperspace teleportation technology to defeat the enemy. Suppress and finally take away what they want. However, how could I, who had just arrived on the battleships of this galaxy from the other side of the galaxy along the path guided by the great loving father, have what the Necrons wanted?

"Every ship, deploy anti-aircraft firepower to intercept those alien gang-hopping ships."

Of course, as the Chosen God of Nurgle, Typhons naturally doesn't have the problem of Tzeentch's family having to figure things out when they encounter something they can't figure out. After reconfirming the battlefield, the herald of the God of Plague once again calmly arranged the tactics - if the Necrons want to join the gang, let them jump. When have the great and loving warriors ever been afraid of such a thing? ? As long as any existence that opposes the God of Plague dares to set foot on the ship blessed by Grandfather God, then they will have one and only one ending.

Join the great cycle of Grandfather God.

However, for some reason, looking at the Necron vehicles that were rapidly approaching his fleet amid the hail of plague bullets, Typhons' heart that had been decayed for thousands of years suddenly flashed a trace of unknown origin. Panic, although this feeling is fleeting, as a psychic master, Typhons can easily recall this feeling.

‘Strange, why am I panicking? ’

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"According to the agreement, I have sent your people near them. Therefore, according to the agreement, you must leave me enough collections during this battle."

While Typhons was commanding his battleship and wondering about the source of his inner panic, the commander of the Necron battleship, Trazin the Endless, had already contacted the Hammermen and showed them the battlefield The latest situation - with the help of clear and immersive pictures and videos obtained using Necron technology, the Hammers clearly saw that a certain dutiful son's fleet was being attacked by Necron ships. Various types of diversionary firepower are used to control a small area of ​​space that is difficult to maneuver, and small high-speed Necrons vehicles carrying "seeds" are rapidly approaching these things. Such a cool space battle scene makes the hammer guys feel relaxed and happy, and they can't help but Nodding, they all praised the Figure King as indeed an undead overlord capable of great things.

"You have fulfilled your promise, alien, and the Empire will certainly fulfill its promise."

Eggs are serious.

"The Empire will abide by all agreements with you in this galaxy - as long as you do not extend your hands to the people of the Empire."

Silence has a serious expression.

"The empire will not hinder your actions, but the empire will not deliberately assist you in collecting."

Abathur nodded slightly.

"Alien, we will not prevent you from collecting anything from these ships that have been contaminated by the evil filth of the warp - even if you have the ability, we will not object to collecting these disgusting ships themselves - especially Their flagship and its owner, we sincerely hope that these two things can be sealed in your tomb world and never see the light of day."

The political commissar made a serious summary and put forward her "earnest expectations" for the King of Figures. Of course, whether the King of Figures has the idea of ​​collecting Typhons is another matter - as long as their intention is reached!

"Ah, of course, I know my limits."

The King of Figures, who got the approval of the Hammers, "felt at ease" and quickly used the matrix to issue the latest instructions to the Necromancer warships that were constantly firing. As the Necromancer's orders were executed, the Necromancer ships that were beating Typhons' fleet with standard kite-flying tactics suddenly stopped in place in a way that completely violated inertial existence, and then the green light on its hull began to flicker again.

"!!!!"

When seeing these flashing lights, Typhons finally realized where the uneasiness that flashed through his heart just now came from - the boarding tactics of the Necromancers have always been to teleport rather than use any vehicle to roughly send something into the "body" of the enemy warships.

This means that the boarding things that are using those small and fast-flying vehicles to approach their fleets are most likely not Necromancers but something else. But how is this possible? How could other races set foot on the Necrons' warships? How could the Necrons "lend" their vehicles to non-Necrons?

A moment of hesitation brought about the consequence that the Death Guard lost control of the battle situation. When Typhons came out of this moment of thinking, four ships in his fleet had been set foot by Necrons. A series of firefights and damage reports had been transmitted to the Terminus Est, and those small aircraft were also labeled with the names of five other ships, including his Terminus. And, in the next moment, as a more bizarre feeling rose in his heart, Typhons found that the communication between him and other ships was completely disconnected in less than a breath, both physically and in the subspace.

"Everyone, follow me."

Although he was confident that he could restore the communication link with other warships before the battle became fierce, and although the Terminus Est seemed stable at the moment, and although the other warships did not have any immediate problems according to the optical information collected by the Terminus Est, Typhons felt more and more that this galaxy was a trap set by the other three Chaos Masters for the Great Father. He decided to follow the crazy howling feeling in his heart and personally lead his own guards to deal with those things that God knows what they are, but they are definitely not Necrons that boarded his ship. On this warship blessed by the Father to be unparalleled, he was only one step away from receiving the Father's Flower. The existence of the eternal blessing of the garden is not afraid of anything in the mortal world, so I must be able to...

"Zi——————"

Just as Typhons and his guards stepped out of the bridge and began to walk skillfully along the swollen pustules, the living pipes that constantly ooze out sticky liquids, the vines with fangs and claws, and the Nurgle spirits who were laughing all the way to the damaged part of the Terminus, a slight sound rang in Typhons' ears - this sound originated from the subspace, which means that a certain area of ​​the Terminus has suffered critical damage - however, Typhons has not received any report from the internal defense mechanism of the Terminus to eliminate any enemy so far!

"Great Father... Strengthen vigilance, we take route seven."

The abnormal situation made Typhons' inner uneasiness more and more boiling, and the herald of Nurgle had already begun to pray to his god involuntarily - of course, there was no response. As a hidden sticky living door slowly opened in front of Typhons, a fast passage that swept diagonally downward and squirmed also appeared in front of Typhons and his guards.

However, before stepping into this passage, I don’t know if it was caused by ghosts or something, Typhons unconsciously tilted his head slightly and looked at the transparent film that was squirming next to him, which served as a porthole. The light of the stars of the Minoit galaxy traveled through space and shone on the side of the Terminus Est, and weakly sprinkled into the interior of this cursed ship, dyeing the dying dark red on the vitality inside the ship. It was just like the color of dusk.

29. Battle of the Garden of Nurgle - Terminus Est

Dusk.

This time period has an extremely special meaning in some of the great rituals of the loving father. It represents the departure of daytime vitality, it represents the arrival of death belonging to the night, it carries the bridge between life and death, and it interprets a meaning of the word decay to all things.

However, in the eyes of the oldest soldiers of the Death Guard who had long since fallen into the arms of the evil god Nurgle and still knew the echoes of the Legion's old history, the word "dusk" had another meaning that they chose to deliberately forget, a meaning that would cause an inexplicable emotion to rise slightly in their hearts if they accidentally recalled it -

Using the secret passages and abnormal growths densely distributed in the body of the Terminus, Typhons and his soldiers only spent less than half of the estimated time to reach the area where the Terminus was jumped - when After they slipped down from the last filthy pipe together with a bunch of squirming maggots, the first thing that caught their eyes was the ship walls that had been roughly blasted away by the Necron boats and were now slowly healing— —The filthy and vital juice is constantly dripping from the wound area, slowly solidifying into ugly scars. The granulations that have developed under the feeding of the juice are stubbornly resisting the coldness and silence of space, growing unyieldingly, toward The existence of the physical universe proudly proclaims the power of Nurgle's father.

"..."

After silently recalling the healing parameters and defense parameters of his flagship in his mind, and looking up and down at the slowly healing wounds on the ship wall, Typhons' mutated face hidden behind his helmet suddenly wrinkled. A ball. He waved his hand to signal his soldiers to be alert, then strode through the filth on the ground towards the wound that was still trying to heal. At the same time, he gently pierced his spiritual tentacles into the supreme sky, searching for There may be clues in this area that are invisible to the naked eye. In less than a breath, the chosen god of Nurgle came to a strange conclusion——

There are no problems in this area, the repair rate is normal, and even the Nurglings have not come to cause trouble. However, this is the biggest problem - according to his observations, those small Necron ships approaching the Terminus Although the loaded firepower is capable

However, it is impossible for the Terminus to have a scar that has not been healed so far, and it is even more impossible for an all-pervasive elf like Nurgling to stop being curious. Onlookers - In fact, according to the defensive and regenerative capabilities of the Terminus, the main guns of ordinary Imperial warships cannot leave such lasting scars on it, let alone the simple firepower of some alien small aircraft?

"My lord, we have not found any traces of the intruders. Have we really encountered gang jumping?"

When Typhons withdrew his spiritual tentacles from the supreme sky, his subordinates also came to him in time and reported to him the results of their inspection of the nearby area - in their opinion, there was definitely something wrong result.

"Of course we encountered gang jumping."

Although it seemed a bit unusual to get this result from his subordinates, Typhons found that he had become interested in the intruders who invaded the Terminus - even though his flagship had a vicious reputation. Outside, but the Milky Way is so big, there will always be some ignorant guys who will fight against you without fear of death. However, the current situation all shows that the opponent is well prepared!

"You lead the first team, you lead the second team, you lead the third team... I personally lead the seventh team - keep a safe distance from each other, maintain contact, and conduct tactical searches inside the ship. Once If you find anything unusual, gather immediately.”

After thinking for a few seconds, Typhons decided to identify the enemy first, and the Plague Marines under his command had no objection to his decision and all saluted.

"Understood, my lord."

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"Crunch - crunch -"

Rard's highly swollen, twisted, and part of his flesh even broke through the shackles of the power armor. His extremely deformed right foot trampled heavily on the rusty metal of the Terminus that was wrapped in flesh, rotten wood, and fungal hyphae. The floor of the twisted corridor caused strings of viscous and foul-smelling liquids to continuously spurt out from under his feet due to pressure, splattering onto the nearby twisted walls made of similar materials, spawning a flower. Another colorful but poisonous fungus - when he first got this leg, the Plague Warrior once wondered why his loving father would give him such a blessing, but on one occasion, he and those pretenders When the Emperor's Servant fought, this leg played an extremely crucial tactical role. Therefore, Radel no longer had any doubts about the power of his great and loving father.

"The lighting system seems a little wonky and it shouldn't be."