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

Chapter 327 316. Remember a battle of the Death Guard, but the Eldar

[War Commander? not interested. 】

Mortarion said slowly, his eyes under his hood glanced at Faenus and Vulkan in front of him, and then looked away casually.

He seemed to be provoking Fenus, but he didn't seem to be. Vulkan felt the faint surging magma under Fenus' cold shell. He sighed and changed the subject.

[Perhaps we should look at our next target, planet 154-4, and in the ancient language of the locals, this planet is called Ibsen. 】

【Wait a moment. 】

Mortarion opened his hand,

[I need to make it clear who is the leader of this war - this will save me a lot of trouble. 】

Vulkan spoke,

【I. 】

Before he finished speaking, Mortarion narrowed his eyes. His eyes moved doubtfully between Vulkan and Faenus, as if he didn't believe that Vulkan was the leader of this war.

Judging from the aura of the two primarchs, Faenus is more like a leader.

In fact, Vulkan didn't understand why he was chosen as the leader. Fernus was more suitable than him, but the Ministry of Military Affairs still chose him.

Mortarion was silent for a moment, silently remembering this unreasonable arrangement, and then the Lord of Death's sharp gaze moved away. He spoke again, with a casual tone,

[Whether you are a Warmaster candidate or not - in the coming war, as long as the tactics are reasonable, the Death Guard will cooperate with your arrangements. 】

Vulkan pursed his lips. He recalled the scene he had seen Mortarion before, the burning hive, and the rumors... that the human planet was destroyed by the Extermination Order.

Even though Mortarion now felt like a scythe wrapped in layers of rags, he looked so low-key overall, but there would always be a vicious cold light showing up in inadvertent places.

[Mortarion, you cannot... use poison gas weapons, you cannot use weapons that pollute the area, and be careful not to accidentally injure civilians - although this planet is currently ruled by the Eldar, the Empire needs it to remain intact, and we need this H. 】

Mortarion said nothing, as the poisonous mist surrounding him seemed to completely envelope him.

They heard two heavy breathing sounds from under the gas mask. Mortarion looked like he was about to refute them, but the next moment——

【good. 】

Mortarion agreed, giving them a dark look.

[Send me the remaining information and tactics. 】

The Lord of Death simply left.

【well said. 】

Faenus patted Vulcan on the shoulder,

[He needs to realize that war is not a game where he can do whatever he wants. We need to consider the battle-loss ratio. 】

Vulkan smiled, but the next moment——

[Salamanders should probably use less flamethrower weapons. What do you think of this suggestion, Vulkan? 】

Vulkan's smile disappeared, okay, he muttered.

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The Death Guard was deployed in Ibsen's ice field. The good news is that except for some primitive people running around in animal skins, there are no traces of other humans.

This reduced the Death Lord's considerable troubles, and Mortarion still remembered the day he first met Vulkan and Faenus - Fainus was a bastard who only talked about efficiency, and Vulkan was damned Empathy is completely inconsistent with his rugged appearance.

The first meeting of the three primarchs was a complete disaster. Mortarion didn't want to recall that memory anymore. Those things were in the past. Garaspar was fine now, and he needed to face these two damned people again. Brothers, it is enough to know this.

The enemy they faced this time was the Eldar. Mortarion chewed the word slowly in his mouth. Of course he remembered what the Eldar had done. He was a vengeful person.

He would tear them apart - somewhat distracting from Mortarion's dissatisfaction with working with these two "brothers".

The Lord of Death sets his sights on this ice and snow continent.

A strange and huge Eldar creation rises from the snow-capped ice field. Mysterious runes are engraved on the obelisk, and countless gems as big as fists are embedded in it. Under the detection of the bird servant instrument, a hazy halo of spiritual energy envelopes it. Because of these desecrated buildings, the troops could not land directly.

Mortarion knew why the Death Guard were sent to this planet, psychic? He and the Death Guard were good at this.

He wrote and drew randomly on the white map that belonged to him. He connected the nodes and calculated - Mortarion was silent.

The obelisk guided him to the answer. The core of these nodes was between the rainforest, which was the war zone that Salamander was responsible for.

Mortarion briefly recalled the size of the Salamander fleet and the number of warriors during the meeting.

He suddenly realized... the Death Guard may need to hurry up. These nodes are often related to each other. Mortarion does not want to witness failure, and he is even less willing to let other people's failures interfere with him.

With the last of the reconnaissance teams sent earlier returning, Mortarion began his war.

As a prelude to the war, flash bombs and low-toxic stink bombs were first dropped on the human tribes in the Death Guard's path.

Mortarion watched expressionlessly as those damn wildlings screamed and ran across the ice field. Guided by the wind and the stench, most of the wildlings got into corners that the Lord of Death didn't care about.

This is enough.

Next, when the storm clouds covering the ice field on the Bird Servant finally dissipated, a tank with a six-ringed skull on its armor plate rushed towards the continent——

The rough tracks specially widened by the foundry department rolled down ruts on the white ground, while the dim bone white on the Death Guard armor flickered between the vehicles from time to time.

The roar of the Stormbird engine rang over the ice sheet, always maintaining a fifteen-kilometer lead over the armored troops on the ground. Their situation was far more dangerous than that of the ground troops. In clear weather, the reflection from the snow on the ice sheet would greatly interfere with driving. members’ line of sight.

Sound wave-like red circles spread on the vehicle's bird servant instrument, and the air force successfully marked any suspicious landmarks and bunkers on the ice sheet. Unlike the enemies encountered normally, the cunning Eldar hid themselves in the vast ice sheet. , except for the obvious soldiers at the obelisk node, the rest of the place is completely white.

From the safe landing point protected by the orbital fleet, the Death Guard troops are approaching the Legion's first target node at the fastest marching speed.

On the Endurance, Mortarion stared at the real-time map with complicated data, his skinny fingers resting on the channel switch——

In the sky, the biting cold wind began to become chaotic.

Mortarion's voice sounded together with the servitor sirens of the foremost airships.

[Gaara, D3. 】

After a dazzling space distortion, the roaring psychic thunderbolts rushed straight into the Death Guard's Stormbird array. The fleet immediately dispersed. The leading aircraft avoided most of the lightning after a beautiful barrel roll, but its flanks remained It was hit, smoke billowing, and it began to make an emergency landing.

The Storm Bird behind it immediately took up position, aiming at the psychically distorted space, raining down heavy explosive shells.

Blood and screams sounded together, wings flapped in the sky, and a group of pterosaurs suddenly appeared in the sky, their dark red iron scales dense and smooth.

On the back of the largest dragon, an Eldar wizard raised his staff and chanted a spell loudly.

The Death Guard's Stormbirds began to retreat, hoping to increase the distance from the opposite side and use it to deal remote damage, but the maneuverability of the dragons was obviously better than that of the fighters.

For a moment, the pterosaur's sharp claws tore at the fighter plane, and they were tightly entangled outside the battleship. Due to the angle, the Storm Bird cannot directly attack the pterosaurs wrapped around its fuselage. Dazzling firelight lit up, and several metal giants fell onto the ice field.

In the sky, fighter planes began to fight with the pterosaurs, and on the snowy field, Garro stood at the forefront of the armored group. He raised the one-handed sword in his hand. Behind him, the tanks slowly raised their muzzles, and the three Death Guards One group, the person at the front was carrying a heavy rocket launcher mount——

"emission!"

The missiles roared into the sky, countless white smoke trails trailing behind them,

"Stupid monkey! All you can rely on is your cruel steel monster!"

The Eldar cursed, and he waved his scepter, directing the pterosaurs to avoid the missile group. The pterosaurs nimbly avoided the missiles that rushed towards them, preparing to continue attacking the Storm Bird.

"boom!"

The first bright fireworks exploded in the air, and scattered pieces of burnt and smelly pterosaur corpses fell down.

The Eldar turned back in shock, his trembling pupils reflecting the overturned Huo Yu.

He would not have known that the Death Guard's bazooka system was provided by the Forge World of Graai and later altered by the Forge Master of Hades. The most famous technology of Greai is the automatic missile tracking system.

The Eldar raised his scepter and muttered words. The huge fluctuating net covered the group of dragons centered on him. Jia Luo paid close attention to the Eldar. Dozens of fireworks hit the target, but in the thick smoke, The enemy's life mark has not disappeared.

Jia Luo spoke, and at the same time he clenched his sword, preparing for the second wave of attacks.

"Enrique, hurry up."

"I know, don't rush me!"

The irritable voice of the foundry master sounded from the other end of the channel. Jialuo ignored it. He raised his sword and shouted,

"emission!"

There was a hail of fire and rain.

At the other end, in the middle of the armored cluster, Enrique had a straight face, squatting and kneeling to carry a rocket rack larger than that used by other Death Guards.

Behind him, Technical Sergeant Pasteur seemed not to notice anything. He was staring motionlessly at the Eldar in the sky, constantly correcting the parameters in the eyepiece.

Groups of pterosaurs flew in the thick smoke, the fluctuations of psychic energy distorted the space, and the dazzling sunlight reflected an almost blinding light on the snowfield.

Pasteur pressed the trigger.

The huge missile soared straight into the sky. At high speed, you could vaguely see the words "Gift of Hades" scrawled on its body.

Another difficult missile, the Eldar concentrated their energy, and a shield that was the same as before emerged.

Then, he saw a dog painted on the head of the missile, wagging its tail at him.

Then, for this spiritual tribe, there is no more.

[Gift of Hades] was successfully given to the "friends" of the Death Guard. The dust exploded, and the leaderless pterosaur group was quickly wiped out in a joint offensive of missiles and Storm Birds.

Jialuo felt the passion coming from the sky and pointed his sword forward.

"go ahead!"

What responded to him was the roar of a tank engine.

The steel cluster began to flow slowly again. Enrique laughed and patted Pasteur. Pasteur looked at his teacher's teacher blankly, not knowing why Enrique was so happy.

[Gift of Hades], the missile contains a large number of ashes of untouchables in the middle. It was jointly developed by the Kirkland Sage and the Forge Department, and another inventor insisted that this creation should be called [Gift of Hades] - -No one paid attention to him.

Again, due to the scarcity of materials, the cost of this gift was extremely high. It was unimaginable to waste a "gift of Hades", and everyone in the casting department agreed that this was a good pun.

The Death Guard continued to advance, and the white snowfield became messy. The Death Guard's numbers and ammunition far exceeded those of the other side. It was a crushing battle, and the Lord of Death felt the heartbeat of the other side gradually slowing down.

Jialuo led his troops to repel the attacks of the Eldar many times. He did not even change the tactics used each time. With the huge firepower advantage, each time the Eldar attacked with great effort, they just changed their way of death. .

Finally, the Death Guard troops advanced to the open space around the obelisk. At this time, the Eldar resistance had reached its most intense level. Countless Eldar warriors rushed out with sharp blades in hand, and the Eldar witches chanted the secret of controlling ice, snow and storm. Magic spell, they use themselves as nodes to establish a path that resonates with the obelisk.

The tall witch waved the rune sword, and as she chanted, a giant python the size of a small dragon snaked out of the cave under the obelisk, its scarlet core hissing, and it was staring at her with interest. The death guard in front of you.

Knowing the high mobility of the Eldar themselves, Gallo ordered Enrique in advance to lead most of the armored troops to deploy behind the front line to provide fire support for the front line, instead of letting them rush directly to the battlefield and become agile Eldar toys in their eyes.

Fierce artillery fire exploded, and the entire earth trembled. The Death Guard and the Eldar fought together, while Jialuo led three death shrouds, trying to drag down the giant python.

In the sky, the Death Guard's Stormbirds could already be described as crazy. Regardless of their subsequent return, they poured all their ammunition into the airspace. They almost artificially created a dark cloud that covered the earth.

Death Guard Antai waved the scythe in his hand, and relied on brute force to directly use the scythe rod to deflect the Eldar's sharp blade that was rushing towards his throat. Sparks flew everywhere, and he hooked the scythe back with his hand. The long and curved scythe blade stole into the gap between the Eldar's arms. An Tai exerted force suddenly, and a bunch of organs that were as ripe as grapes falling to the ground were suddenly exposed in the ice and snow.

Antai gasped for breath, and he stepped forward to meet the next spirit clan rushing towards him. Antai caught a glimpse of Garo at the front of the line, fighting with the giant python even with the highest priority fire support. Jia Luo has also shown difficulty, not to mention those wizards who have been using spiritual energy to interfere with Jia Luo's battle.

But Garro did not shout any words of retreat in the channel. Correspondingly, the roar of the Storm Bird pilot came from the channel——

"Airspace rights have been obtained!!! Fifteen minutes! Fifteen minutes! You can land!!!"

On the track, Mortarion clenched the scythe in his hand. The ghost knight behind him flashed the red light of the warning light in the darkness of the airdrop cabin. The Zero Company was ready, the hatch began to close, and the cold white light and Kirkland Sage's chants were getting further and further away from them at the same time.

In the dull cabin, the Lord of Death could still vaguely hear Kirkland's praise,

"Praise to the God of All Planes! Praise to Om Messiah! Praise to Hades!!!"

"Praise to Hades!!!"

Let them surprise the Eldar.

The next moment, fire and punishment descended on Ibsen's ice field.

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