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

Chapter 328 317. Mortarion and Vulkan cooperate

Vulkan had a solemn look on his face, and layers of green leaves covered his gaze as he looked deep into the rainforest.

[The Eldar here are very difficult to deal with. 】

In the process of going deep into the jungle, the Salamanders were ambushed more than once by the Eldar. Those Eldar were equipped with heavy plasma weapons. They rushed out of the jungle with the giant beasts and tore apart the Salamanders' marching team.

The Eldar who used sorcery were difficult to deal with, and both companies suffered heavy losses as a result.

They were only halfway through their journey, and the salamanders were stuck deep in the rainforest and had nothing to do with themselves.

What made Vulkan even more anxious was that there was news from Fenus that "more time is needed". Vulgan knew Fenus, and Fenus, who had always been iron-fisted, didn't want to be seen as incompetent. Such Primarchs, especially in front of Primarchs that he said he was unfamiliar with and dissatisfied with.

When Feinus spread this news, Vulkan realized that this battle would be difficult, and he immediately prepared to extend the planning time - but the Death Guard only responded with a cold reply to the Fire Dragon Lord's news [ receive】.

Vulkan thought silently in his heart. The original body had very little contact with Mortarion, but those times were enough for Vulkan to see that Mortarion was also a first-rate weirdo. He might be very stubborn or very stubborn. Irritable, perhaps very face-conscious - too many Primarchs were like this.

If the Death Guard also encounters difficulties... Vulkan thought, their combat plan may need to be significantly changed.

In fact, Vulkan had already begun to think about how to change the battle plan.

But what he didn't know was that the Death Guard on the other side would be far more than he could imagine.

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The storm rolled up with the spell, and the witches of the Eldar tribe let out high-pitched curses,

"You guys-"

The next moment, her face was filled with a black bullet from the Lord of Death, and the sound of a broken nose seemed to be heard on the noisy battlefield.

Mortarion had no expression on his face and neatly took away another talkative Eldar with his pistol and lantern. The Lord of Death silently remembered that most of the Eldar who rushed in front of him and yelled out the first one. is dead before the predicate.

Around him, the snow on the ice sheet was shaking regularly. The knight mecha was running on the ground with heavy steps. The thermal cannon was lit, melting all enemies in their path.

The giant python that had just entangled Jia Luo had already been cut into several pieces, and was thrown behind the Death Guards. The two knights jointly tore it apart, and the blood dripping from their chain swords was still smelling. Sweet heat.

The eyes of the giant python corpse stared dimly at the figures of the Death Guards, seemingly still confused as to why the Eldar who had previously supported it no longer released witchcraft to assist its attack.

The Zero Company fell from the sky, the Eldar's connection with the warp was weakened, and the witch's spells began to become weak. The battle situation at this moment became obviously more cruel to the Eldar.

Countless warriors rushed out of the bunker near the obelisk. Most of them fought independently. Each Eldar soldier had dazzling combat skills like a dance. They fought against the Death Guard and stabbed the armor of the Imperial warriors with their sharp blades and plasma. Weak spots on.

At first glance, the Death Guards were entangled by the Eldar warriors. Under the attack of the Eldar soldiers, the sickles or swords they waved became so clumsy and slow at this moment, as if they were being attacked by the spirit snakes. Drunkard, but——

The Eldar can attack an infinite number of times, but they can only miss once.

The so-called countless attacks will make these Eldar soldiers understand what the true [Death Guard's tenacity] is.

What devastated the Eldar the most was that no matter how they provoked or roared, these aliens in bone-white armor never responded to them verbally. For soldiers who were good at individual duels, their spiritual rage was completely incapable of responding. Released, they couldn't feel the vivid fighting spirit.

As time went by, the feeling of depression brought to the Eldar by the enemy's silence gradually turned into fear.

Except for the roaring roar of the engine when the mecha is running, the Death Guards are silent and resolutely pushing their front line forward. Blood and armor fragments are scattered on the muddy snow. They bring death, and they are death.

Finally, the Death Guard approached the obelisk. Mortarion looked silently at the dozens of witches glaring at him behind the psychic shield. He first threw a black bomb to predict, and then——

[Casting Department. 】

The Lord of Death gave his order, and at the same time once again used his scythe to split open the Eldar who rushed to fight him. Within forty seconds of his brief stay, Mortarion was already covered with two layers of Eldar corpses.

"Mortarion!!!"

Within the Eldar shield, the leader of the Eldar witch shouted at Mortarion, her delicate face twisted and deformed by anger and tears.

Mortarion raised his hand and fired a dark lamp. The firelight splashed on the psychic shield. The short-lived fireworks exploded, and that damn face reappeared in front of Mortarion.

Under the hood, the Lord of Death frowned displeased, and whispered again,

[Casting Department, hurry up. 】

"Roger! Sir!! We are still loading, it will take at least another minute!!"

For a minute, Mortarion simply estimated that if he continued to fight later, his ammunition would not be enough to support him from shooting at the damn Eldar continuously and persistently for a minute.

He fired another shot at the Eldar's position as if to vent his anger, and then turned around to help Jialuo.

"Mortarion! Son of Death!!! Stay away from him! The consequences of insisting on your own will will only bring you closer and closer to death! Let mankind and the Eldar go to destruction together!!!"

Mortarion's gas mask blew out a cloudy, deep mist, and he stared at the witch without blinking.

[Wandering Soul 04, 05,]

He said,

[Come out and smash it for me! 】

Two mechas rushed out of the battlefield behind him, and the molten light almost ignited the air. The roars and the roar of the chain swords sounded together, and the shields were lit up by the waves of the sudden attack.

Mortarion vaguely heard the scream of the witch, and he was glad that she at least did one thing right before she died, which was to stop making fart sounds from her damn mouth.

[Forging Department, one minute and three seconds have passed. For the sake of Hades, I will give you one last chance. 】

The next moment, a huge missile passed over Mortarion. The original body used his superb dynamic vision to see that the missile seemed to have "Gift of Hades" written on it?

A very good idea, Mortarion sneered. He did not have many restrictions on the foundry department. In addition, Hades may have done something on Mars, so the technical sergeants of the Death Guard seemed to be more familiar with the man who had left. The foundry master.

This made him feel better. Mortarion followed Hades's gift unhurriedly. Then he raised his sickle and chopped off the witch's head. Her head was spinning and her expression was frozen. She seemed to be angry and frightened. Why Mortarion didn't want to hear the end of her prophecy.

Why should Mortarion listen? He is not someone who likes to shout and curse with others on the battlefield. There are always fools who like to shout back and forth with the enemy.

Five minutes later, the Death Guard's Stormbirds descended on this land with a land-washing bombardment, and Ibsen's first node was declared shattered.

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Near the node, the Salamanders suffered unimaginable resistance. The Eldar were desperately attacking them. Their heavy tanks could not enter the rain forest. The bombing by the air forces could only make the tall branches burn above their heads. Up and down.

Countless giant beasts and spirits rushed out of the dense forest, waving their staffs, and the tree roots and branches came to life, curling up on their helmets and boots.

Strange lights and shadows swayed, screams sounded, and something huge flew over their heads.

Vulkan gritted his teeth, rage burning in his body. He fought, swinging the warhammer forever. Stopping meant death.

[The moment of trial! ! ! 】

Vulkan shouted, and his heirs responded,

"For Vulcan!"

Salamander can pass this trial!

But just when he was addicted to fighting, the lazy voice of the Lord of Death sounded on the general channel,

[Longitude 117.2° East, Longitude 27.6° West, Vulcan, you are here, right? 】

Vulkan responded without thinking. He didn't quite understand what Mortarion was talking about, but Vulkan would not speculate on his brother with malice. He answered Mortarion honestly.

Mortarion's voice sounded again,

[Copy that, Salamanders, please wear your helmets, or at least protect your respiratory systems. 】

?

Vulkan, who was still deep in the battlefield, did not understand what his brother was doing, but he still subconsciously glanced at the damage to the respiratory system in the helmet.

Three minutes later, the code of the Death Guard air force rang out on the channel, and it began to rain in the rain forest—no, thick gray-blue poisonous smoke flowed down from the leaves of the giant trees like liquid, like dripping from the fangs of poisonous snakes. venom.

The leaves instantly began to wither, and the giant beasts fighting them subconsciously jumped away from the areas where the poisonous gas was deposited - but they would soon realize that there was no real pure land here.

The space began to darken, and the whole world looked like an inverted hourglass.

? !

Vulkan smashed the hammer, and he yelled in the channel in panic,

[Mortarion! We cannot use——]

The next moment, a huge scythe flew past Vulkan, accurately smashing the head of the witch who was trying to speak in front of the original body. The iron chain was tied to the end of the scythe and was making a clanging sound.

[It’s difficult for armored troops to enter. Do you really want to fight them justly with individual soldiers, Vulkan? 】

The firewood crowd around Vulkan dispersed subconsciously. The Lord of Death slowly walked to Vulkan's side, and the Death Guards in bone-white armor began to enter.

Mortarion looked at Vulkan mockingly, but the attack movements on his hands did not slow down at all.

Vulgan was stuck. He was still in an angry fighting state. He spoke with anger in his tone,

[This land still has use value, you can't destroy them! 】

The Lord of Death looked at him calmly, and Vulkan saw sarcasm and provocation in Mortarion's eyes - but Mortarion did not speak.

The Lord of Death rolled his eyes at Vulkan, which made Vulkan want to beat Mortarion, but then the Lord of Death casually reached into his side and reached his waist. In the gray-blue poisonous gas.

Mortarion snapped his fingers, and tiny sparks lit up between his pale gauntlets.

In an instant, scorching flames burst into flames!

The blazing flames reflected on Vulkan's pupils. The Fire Dragon Lord's pupils shrank to an unbelievable degree at this moment. He looked at Mortarion in surprise——

That poisonous smoke is flammable!

This is... this is really...

If he wasn't still on the battlefield, Vulkan would have given Mortarion a warm hug.

Vulkan opened his mouth. He decided to forget Feinus's words for a short time, which made him feel a little guilty, but the warm and charming flame soothed away his remaining uneasiness.

Vulcan's voice spread through the Salamander channel,

【My descendants...】

[I beg you, let the flames burn brightly! ! ! 】

The sound of changing equipment began to sound, and then there was the sound of jetting flames.

Mortarion next to him made another obvious sneer, but Vulkan would not care about this. The Lord of the Fire Dragon, who loved fire, knew the value of these poisonous smoke, and Mortarion had already shown his sincerity. .

Although he would never know that at the back end of the battlefield, some Death Guard apothecaries were quietly collecting salamander flesh.

And Mortarion obviously has the intention of wanting some blood of the Fire Dragon Lord.

The addition of reinforcements rekindled the fighting spirit of the struggling Salamanders, and the ignition of the flames made their fighting spirit surge even more sharply! For a moment, the war cry for Vulkan resounded through the rain forest, even overwhelming the painful roar of the Eldar beast.

Although the silence of the Death Guards made them feel a little confused, and the Death Guards seemed to have little fighting spirit, their presence still greatly shared the pressure. The Death Guards seemed to be willing to bear the damage head-on, which gave the Salamanders Space for output.

No race can withstand such torture from the scorching heat and poisonous smoke, but the Death Guard and Salamanders are both legions established by the empire for extreme environments. In such a hell, the soldiers feel the dripping fighting spirit.

The rainforest withers, then explodes! It's their home court now!

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The flames gradually extinguished, when the last touch of green turned into charcoal, when the last giant beast was shot down by the Storm Bird, only the charred and curled Eldar corpses were left around them.

At the last moment, the Death Guard's rear end fired three unusual missiles, completely detonating key runes and gems on the building.

Vulkan had mixed feelings about the cruel death method of these Eldar. The tragic situation of the Eldar being suffocated by poisonous gas was vivid in his mind. He hoped that they would still be burned to death by flames or be hit on the head with a hammer - this would at least reduce the number of deaths. their pain.

But the hearty battle made the Fire Dragon Lord feel more relaxed. In this area, the previously airtight rainforest had long been burned to death, and the sun was shining carelessly on the scorched earth. This was their The performance of surviving a moment of trial.

Vulkan was proud of his sons.

Behind him, Mortarion inadvertently glanced at Vulkan, who was obviously in a good mood. Based on the battle just now, the Lord of Death also spoke highly of this brother - Vulkan was very pure, and when fighting Just wants to fight, which means he's easy to deal with.

Of course, Mortarion didn't mean that he was easy to deal with in one-on-one combat. Vulkan was very strong. He meant that he was easy to deal with in terms of tactics... not... language.

So easy to deceive, so easy to fool.

Mortarion silently made his definition, and the Death Lord had a sharp and unsparing evaluation of his primarch brothers in his heart.

The war was over, and the two legions began the post-war cleanup work. Mortarion and Vulkan walked to the obelisk—this building was far larger and more powerful than the three nodes that Mortarion had cleaned up. gorgeous.

However... while they were observing the obelisk, Mortarion and Vulkan received a message in their helmets at the same time.

The signal from Fainus' armor suddenly appeared near them, but there was no code of the Iron Hands around his body. Following the signal from the original body's armor, Mortarion and Vulkan found their way under the obelisk. A door leading deep underground.

They stood in front of the gate, and after trying six or seven times to no avail to contact Faenus, Mortarion spoke.

[My suggestion is to pour poison gas into it. 】

Vulkan's exclamation immediately sounded,

[Brother, you can’t do this! Although this may be a trap, but——]

Mortarion interrupted Vulkan,

[I can guarantee that this poisonous gas will not poison Feinus, but it can poison or poison the giant beasts and the Eldar. This is helping him. 】

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