Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

On the ground of No. 106, among the black stone buildings of No. 03, the Gray Forge Warriors, Iron Warriors, and Death Guard soldiers were constantly shuttling.

Since the airborne team successfully cooperated with the air force to bomb the Blackstone complex, the Necron soldiers have obviously become sluggish, and no new Necron soldiers have emerged.

For the Necrons, one of their most significant advantages is their endless soldiers like ant colonies, but at this moment, they have obviously lost their advantage as they are no longer resurrected.

In this regard, Perturabo's judgment is that those black stone buildings are the buildings that command these soldiers and are responsible for the resurrection and logistics of the undead army. Therefore, destroying these buildings is obviously a correct and necessary option.

The main fleet of the Death Guard Galasper has also arrived. Under the command of Gallo and Vox, a large number of Death Guards and an army of Iron Warriors quickly cleared out these undead, which were becoming more and more sluggish.

Compared to the soldiers who were working together to suppress the undead army in the wasteland, the three waves of people in the black stone building had their own thoughts.

In the name of Perturabo, the Iron Warriors came to collect alien technology and further ensure that enemy buildings were destroyed.

Although the casters of the Graai Mechanicus are also secretly searching for alien technology, some are also trying to find the phantom of the Ohm Messiah.

In contrast, the Death Guard are simply more, they come looking for people in Mortarion's name.

Black stones are scattered on the ground, and strange technological artifacts of alien races can be seen everywhere. Cracks climb on the hard rock, which are the lines left after being torn apart by violent lightning.

"Praise be to Om Messiah."

A caster was leading his skitarii to stand in front of a boulder, on which lightning-like cracks were clearly visible and bottomless.

At that time, he was standing in the distance and saw the huge shadow rising suddenly from a distance.

Is that the Death Guard, Hades?

No. No, that is the representative of the God of All Machines in the world!

Black and white are mixed with bright green, and the space becomes distorted. In an instant, beautiful and complicated knowledge passes in front of the caster's eyes, and confusion is like ripples on the water, dissipating easily.

It's like a dream.

The forger blinked, and he caught a glimpse, but it was only a glimpse. The luxurious and complicated treasure house of knowledge did not leave anything for this believer. He saw it, and then forgot it.

Is it because he is not pious enough?

"Praise be to Om Messiah and forgive my disrespect."

The Forgeman muttered to himself, the servo-head playing the chant as loud as it could.

As people who believed deeply in the teachings of the Graai Mechanicus, they were ecstatic to witness the miracle, but the man disappeared.

God's agent is like the shining bubble that disappears brightly, leaving only chaos and obsession on the ground after a sudden reappearance.

They hoped to at least catch something.

The Forger knelt in front of the miracle. Compared to his colleagues who were searching for alien technology, he was more willing to calm down and test whether he could hear the lingering sound of God again.

The earth beneath him responded.

Inaudible, impurity-filled electric waves came from the rock.

That was a distress signal. The Space Marine number attached to it was

"Here!!! Underground!!"

"He's still alive!"

God has not abandoned them!

Hades was lying in the Death Guard's medical room with a lifeless look on his face.

Familiar location, familiar bed, familiar pharmacist.

Damn, that old figure king is so ruthless.

Trazin helped push down the Dynasty No. 106 and went back to sleep. Then the things promised to Hades were packed and thrown into an empty tomb, and Hades would lead people to dig them out later.

Hades, on the other hand, chose a shallow grave and lay down, preparing to knock himself out and wait for someone to dig.

Trazin watched speechlessly as Hades tried to give himself a knife and then pretended to be dead.

"If you don't take action, the troops above will withdraw soon."

"I'm not thinking about where to stab!"

Hades looked at the knife in his hand with a pained expression. He couldn't stab it too shallowly, otherwise the pharmacist would be able to tell at a glance that he was pretending to be dead.

Although Mortarion and the Death Guard most likely didn't mind how Hades died and came back to life, other legions were present, and Hades thought it would be more reliable to lay the body down and let the Death Guard pick it out.

He couldn't just fall from the sky and hold a bunch of undead weapons in his hands, right?

And it seems that Trazin said that Mortarion and Perturabo were quarreling again. What happened?

Hades had a toothache.

"You can't do it, can you?"

Trazin came slowly over,

"What are you doing? I'm warning you!"

"It's okay, I just want to help you!"

"ah!"

So Hades opened his eyes again and saw the ceiling of the Death Guard Endurance.

"Hey, are you awake?"

Pharmacist Leo's big face appeared in front of Hades, and Hades nodded weakly.

Oh, by the way, the new brain that Trazin gave him was thoughtfully set with the original paint. In other words, the right brain of Hades that others cannot see now is actually not his original one!

His brain.

Leo ignored Hades's eyes full of sorrow. The pharmacist opened the legion commander's channel in a familiar manner and informed Mortarion that Hades had woken up.

Mortarion has recently been trying to entangle with Perturabo, or lead his troops to fight on the ground himself.

Leo walked over, and after confirming that Hades' physical condition was stable, he took his apprentice Io out.

Io was one of the latest batch of Barbarian Death Guards selected. He was very smart in the subsequent training, so Pharmacist Leo asked this new student to come over.

Strike first. Ever since the people from the casting department snatched away Hades last time, the medical department has been quick and ruthless in attacking potential newcomers.

"You go and be in charge of District 12."

"I'm waiting here for the legion commander to come."

Leo said to Io, who nodded and went to District 12.

His friend Lena happened to be receiving treatment in Area 12.

Morag had fulfilled his responsibility in taking charge of this new team. He kept them behind the battle line and only occasionally moved out to cooperate with the Mechanicus to clear out the incoming enemies on the flanks.

The entire team survived with no deaths.

But the dishonest Lerna did not abide by military regulations and inadvertently lost contact with the main force during the battle. When Morag found Naler again, the boy was lying on the ground with a mean look on his face and was seriously injured.

Of course he will be punished, but only after he recovers from his injury.

"Yo! Io! You're here!"

Na Le's familiar words sounded, and Io knocked on Le Na with a straight face,

"Don't make any noise and have a good rest."

"Ah, it's so boring to lie down!"

"Oh, stop knocking me, okay, okay, I'll lie down!"

Io looked at Lena, and a strange feeling came over him, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"If you're bored, then read a book."

Io picked up a book he borrowed for Lena. It was a book about exotic animals.

"I don't like to see these"

"Then go to sleep."

In order to shut up Lerna, Io directly smashed the book on Lerna's face.

"Ouch! Be gentle!"

The book was smashed open, and on the pages, there was a chicken with five legs, a horse without legs, a snake with nine heads, and a wolf with three legs.

What a strange creature, Io thought.

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