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

Chapter 403 Before the First Battle on 1.17

The sickle stick reaches straight into the yellow gravel soil.

On the dark and silent armor, the firelight flickered, glowing with the blue haze of the misty sky, and then was stirred up by gunpowder smoke.

Silvery tears fell from the shoulder armor, a small bolas-like incense burner hung down, and within the arc of the dark iron halo, the giant's expression was obscured in the shadow.

He held a profound scythe in his hand. Silver cracks climbed up from the handle to the scythe blade like lightning. The blade was sharp and smooth, with a faint jade green shining at the edge, carrying an ominous alien light.

Two large pistols were slung at the waist. One was completely black and had a thick gun body with a heavy charging groove embedded in it. The other was bone white and had a sharp gun body. At the same time, some black and white ammunition was also hanging on the waist.

A huge broken sword half wrapped in cloth was carried on the back of the black-armored giant. There was a strange aura all over the body. The cross section was sharp and rough, and countless densely packed special words were exposed from the exposed parts of the broken sword. For a moment, Petula Beau even believed that this giant sword had something in common with the Death of Faith that stabbed Luojia.

Peturabot paused, his eyes moving.

He stared at the man's face in the picture, but the darkness was surging, making it difficult for people to see clearly.

...Is this the Death Guard commander he remembers?

Perturabo was silent, thinking for a moment, but Vashtor's words interrupted his thoughts.

+Stop him. +

Vashtor's tone was a little anxious, and sparks from the fire spewed out of its mouth and splashed on Perturabo's shoulder armor.

Pertura frowned without a trace, but he seemed to realize something, and he sneered,

[Finus's army is still on the road, and on Cadia, a large-scale landing is obviously impossible, it is just a small team. 】

There are not many warriors in the Order of Silence, not to mention that their combat effectiveness is even weaker than that of the Space Marines.

Now, Cadia has most of the Iron Warriors' troops, one-third of the Word Bearers, and countless trenches and defensive fortresses.

[I was gathering my troops, and he chose a remote corner, just to delay it for a while. 】

Perturabo said, but the original body still did not dare to be careless. Just now...did the soulless man just conduct a solo entry into the atmosphere?

The airdrop pod avoided the void shield set up by the Iron Warriors in Cadia, and the target that was too small directly caused the missile array to ignore it. No... it was not necessarily because the target was too small, but the previous missile silo of the Iron Warriors was indeed useless. No reaction,

Perturabo was silent. From within the tens of thousands of trenches, the Iron Warriors' troops began to gather. The knights stepped out, the Titans hit the ground heavily, and the engines of countless tanks and Stormbirds roared.

Vashtor paused, and a strange spiritual light wave flashed on the craftsman hammer it held.

+...it doesn't matter. +

The Fire Lord said softly, but seemed a little shaken,

+This is...this is also part of fate, a backup plan. +

+ We need Lorgar, the Word Bearers have been given authority to guide the power of faith, and the power of the gods needs them to come down. +

Said Vashtor, it is seductive,

+ I will also wish you a helping hand, Lord of Steel, and cannot delay it any longer. The prologue should not be too long, otherwise it will give them time to react. +

Perturabo glanced sideways, staring at Vashtor indifferently.

[How will you and the Word Bearers assist me? 】

Flames clung to Vashtor's body, the cables twisted like living snakes, and arcs of electricity flashed,

+I will give you the blessing of the machine god, and you will be favored by the machine. +

The Lord of the Hearthfire said as he stretched out his long sharp claws. It gently touched the gun that Perturabo had placed casually on the workbench. The arc of electricity flashed across it, and the metal of the gun seemed to be alive. A strange light flashed, and a thick iron chain appeared from an unknown place, wrapping around the gun body.

Perturabo frowned unabashedly, but Vashtor, who was focused on modifying the gun body, did not notice it. He continued to say seductively,

+The Eye of Terror makes it easier to bring down my power... We should be grateful for this. +

Vashtor hissed, here, it is no longer a fragile existence in the physical universe that can only be summoned to exert power. Now, it is powerful enough.

With the blessing of subspace, its power is enough to compete with the false gods on the physical side.

But even so, the enemy cannot be underestimated. Vashtor is not sure where Hades's authority lies, and who is better than him... Therefore, it needs more insurance.

Vashtor said slowly, turning around and pacing slowly around Perturabo,

+With a few rituals from the Word Bearers, I can summon my army here to fight with you. +

This is why it must be the Word Bearers, only those who are skilled in faith and religion can use the power of Cadia, or the Thousand Sons who are familiar with psychic powers-but there are no Thousand Sons anymore, not even Ashes.

Perturabo was silent, staring at the gun. The gun wrapped in iron chains exuded an aura of chaos that the Lord of Iron did not like... It reminded him of ships that had been crawled by rust.

In fact, Perturabo did not intend to open the Eye of Terror in such a hurry. He needed time and capital to mediate with the monsters around him, but the Word Bearers allowed their defenses to break through too quickly.

[You are very nervous,]

Perturabo pointed out without hesitation,

[About the spurned people, what else have you not told? 】

Vashtor spread out a hand,

+His abilities are terrifying. He can control machinery and harvest souls. I think you have witnessed it. +

Perturabo's slightly mocking voice sounded,

[This is just to restrain you. Long-range fire attacks can completely avoid these problems. 】

Vashtor paused, and the demigod stared at Perturabo in silence. He seemed not to be aware of all this, and he still had an unclear positioning of the enemy.

Vashtor calculated that the only Imperial army in the Eye of Terror was the Iron Hands, and time was still on their side.

It seemed that Perturabo needed to be brought to a realization.

Vashtor was silent, and then its compromised voice sounded,

+You don't seem to want our help? +

Perturabo stared at it with his arms folded, acquiescing to Vashtor's words.

A crack of steel opened in Vashtor's face, and it gracefully spread its arms in a half-bow,

+ Then please, I look forward to your performance, but if the battle does not go well, please accept my power. There is not much time for trial and error, Lord of Iron. +

+Also,+

Vashtor said,

+I need Lorgar and the Word Bearers to follow me. +

Perturabo stared at Vashtor for a long time, then he laughed,

【Luojia? Isn't he already your slave, why bother asking me? 】

Hades looked far away, and he saw the figures of the Iron Warriors and even the Titans.

In the airspace above him, the Thunderhawks of the Order of Silence were hovering, fighting with the air defense system of the Iron Warriors, and the troops of the Order of Silence were also being deployed.

On the wild continent, the silhouette of the knight errant is hazy.

But that's not all. Hades stood there holding the black scythe.

Crackling psychic energy lit up around him.

The earth trembles, and a divine machine comes to the world.

Next to the motionless Hades, the figure of the War General Omen-level psychic Titan suddenly appeared.

No more, okay