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

Chapter 229 221. Hello, alien, your natural disaster is coming (1)

The cold radio waves were filled with inhuman arrogance, the urging and questioning from the First Legion, the pace of war was approaching, and there was no time to hesitate.

Move forward, or find an excuse to retreat. It is not advisable to stay in the subspace for a long time.

The appearance of the ship disrupted the Death Guard's planned steps, and the explorer's last words made people even more confused. Mortarion's face was particularly ugly. A space warrior in white and green armor, accompanied by Nurgle's curse? Mortarion didn't think this was a good sign.

Currently, there is only one "former Death Guard" known to Mortarion - the defected Apothecary Raton.

But could it really be him? There was too little information for Mortarion to arrive at his answer.

Compared to Mortarion, who looked obviously unkind, Hades, who returned from exploration, looked as usual. The commander looked as normal and continued his various tasks calmly——

But is Hades really as stable as he appears? No, the war is ahead, and the legion needs someone to stabilize people's hearts.

In fact, Hades was more panicked than Mortarion.

Hades also initially thought that the Space Marine was the pharmacist who defected, but Hades, who was familiar with the subspace, knew that time in the subspace was not continuous, so it might not be the pharmacist.

Is that the future?

But in the timeline known to Hades, if the Death Guard rebelled, the armor should be solid green, not white and green.

Facing the fungus-covered boat, the two people in the Death Guard who knew the truth were obviously a little unsure.

A question lingered in the minds of both of them——

If that Death Guard is a traitor and believes in Nurgle, then if he appears on the battlefield where other legions are located under the banner of the Death Guard.

Mortarion buried his face in his hands. For the Primarch, this was the most terrifying scene he could imagine. An unclean, corrupted offspring appeared in front of other legions. What would this mean?

What made Hades even more panicked was that he knew that Ran Dan had defeated two legions. This point was obviously too coincidental.

It would be fine if it were another legion, but now the Death Guard is about to face the First Legion, the First Legion whose entire staff is the Riddler, and who are decisive in killing their own people!

Hades suddenly thought unrealistically that he would not let the Lion King think that the Death Guard had fallen, and then kill the red-eyed First Legion and the Sixth Legion and kill the Death Guard by the way, right?

No, no, no, Nurgle can't get anything out of this. It can't be like this.

Ahem, that was too outrageous. Hades decided to put this idea aside for now.

Regarding the current situation, the depressed Hades and Mortarion had an urgent discussion for a long time, but they really could not come up with exact information. During every minute and every second of their discussion, the Death Guard fleet was in Asia. Amid the tides of space, the longer they stay anchored, the more likely they are to encounter danger.

Returning to defense would not be a good choice, disobeying the empire's orders without authorization, and if they did not attack, what if a corrupted Death Guard appeared on the battlefield in front? If they don't kill, could they wait for the first legion to come and behead him?

Just in case, and at Hades's advice, Mortarion was already desperately trying to write a letter of innocence if another legion saw the fallen Death Guard. As he wrote this, Mortarion Rian seemed to be dead, and Hades saw Mortarion's trembling hands several times as he prepared to kill himself with a knife.

Mortarion writes this, and Hades starts writing a distress order. If something goes wrong, he will ask for help from the Space Wolves that are bombing the nearby star field. Forget it, there are only wild wolves nearby, and the wild wolves will be wild wolves. It is better than Not strong.

In the end, the Death Guard chose to attack, and the draft of the attack against the Just system began to slowly appear in the Death Guard's strategy room.

The war was imminent, and Mortarion, who had finally written a self-certification statement, finally regained some form and began to deploy operations against the aliens.

Faced with Rust who was blocking information, the Lord of Death carefully selected thousands of his mortal servants. These loyal and resourceful mortal crew members would become the vanguard of this war.

Some small ships were urgently forged by the foundry to look like merchant ships, with only necessary light defense devices hung to reduce the load and increase the ship's speed as much as possible. There is no return for this journey, and they will bring joy to the Death Guard. Latest updates on the situation.

In the subspace near Mandeville Point, the Death Guard hold scythes in their hands and wait silently for war.

This is a war that determines the survival of the Memanik race. Every Memanik knows this. They leave their homes just to try to seize the clothes and legs of survival.

They descended over the Just star field smoothly according to the plan. With a large fleet, they successfully occupied the mineral star outside Just. Then relying on the mineral star as a stepping stone, they kept eating away at this doomed planet. Human star field.

There is only the last bit left, to capture Rust's main star, a planet that is as yellow as rust. The alien technology and materials on it will provide the Americans with hope of continuing to advance. If they capture this place, they will be there not far away. It is a fertile oasis, and the spark for the expansion of the race's survival is right in front of them. They will not let down the expectations of their hometown.

But even under the background that most of the entire galaxy has fallen, even though the Memanics have sent surrender messages countless times, the humans on Rust Prime are still fighting hard. These two-legged apes with pipes and metal inserted all over their bodies no matter what Neither of them accepted Memanik's persuasion to surrender.

It doesn't matter, the Meimanics will let them perish. On the orange and boring land of Rust, the soldiers of the Meimanics come treading on the sand, and death is inevitable.

But the natural disaster came, taking advantage of the shadow of night.

When the curtain of darkness enveloped the nearest observation point of Mandeville Point, a group of merchant ships with common human patterns forcibly jumped out of Mandeville Point. These small but numerous merchant ships passed through the observation point like a meteor shower.

Memanik's fleet immediately began to snipe. Bright fireballs continued continuously, and the wreckage of ships floated next to the blazing light. The trajectory of this merchant ship was drawn on the horizon. However, many merchant ships still escaped from the first line of defense. The speed , numbers, and the cover of their comrades, they are still moving forward, moving forward indomitably.

The outermost defense fleet of the galaxy immediately sent out ships to pursue them, but as for the ships of the American Merchant, these human merchant ships were small and agile, and when they began to fly away to different planets, even the American Merchant A larger number of ships had to be sent to contain them, and the anti-aircraft guns in the star field turned to take aim, trying to shoot down these humans who seemed to be startled.

The moment Meimanik's sight shifted, the giant's horn emerged from the rippling blue waves at Mandeville Point - he raised his sharp and cruel spear and threw the fatal first blow at Meimanik.

For the Americans who live in a corner, this will be their first and last time to experience the charm of interstellar warfare——

Killing, destruction, and the end of the war will only be the complete death of one party, and the god of death has already raised his sickle.

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