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

Chapter 410 1.24 Iron Holy War (Part 1)

This is a war unique to steel, machinery and gunpowder.

In the field of life and death where steel and iron grow ruggedly, the winner steps onto the throne and the loser becomes rust.

Steel collides with steel, gods fight with gods.

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The iron shoes rushed onto the plains, and the battleships broke through the fog. Amidst the roar, the hot engines trembled, with the fighting intent of unsheathing their sharp blades.

The cold wind blew across the stern face of the original body, and he strode forward. The war hammer Furnace Breaker plowed gently across the earth. On the blood and soil, the fine steel was shining with sparkling light.

Beside Fenus Manus, the lines of the Predator are slowly moving forward. Above the reflection of iron and steel, the color blocks of the Brutal Blade, Land Predator, and Malcador Tank are flowing, and on the On the more distant battlefield, the towering figures of Titans and Knights stepped among countless torrents of steel.

The Iron Spike Soldiers also advanced on this battlefield. Above their heads, the Storm Bird roared past, tearing open pieces of safe airspace with a scream.

"Weak flesh and blood!"

The roar of wind and steam chopped the war cry of the Father of Steel into tiny rages, replaced by the never-ending roar of engines, binary chants praising justice and truth, scarlet cloth flowing through the torrent of steel, death The servitors flashed with a deadly cold light, and the sages and the skitarii shouted praises——

Due to the coldness and high intensity of the war, the Iron Hands were not a legion that the mortal auxiliary army was willing to choose. Therefore, under Fainus, the Iron Hands auxiliary army was mostly composed of Skitarii and the Restoration Order. Of course, battle-hardened mortal veterans are also part of the Iron Hands Auxiliary.

The storm blows, and the steel is not afraid.

The torrent of iron slowly advanced, swallowing up one black stone obelisk after another. The artillery fire was ignited, but it was just a faint sound of waves in the metal ocean.

Under the black stone obelisk, a dazzling and ominous psychic arc lit up. The steel warriors were fearless. The silver-white liquid metal slowly flowed through the armor, marking different veins.

Mortal warriors in black armor silently accompanied the Iron Father in the clan. Darkness as thin as black gauze enveloped him, eating away at the light of witchcraft.

【come out,】

Fainus said calmly, his iron-grey eyes reflecting the long and boring horizon ahead, dim and shrouded by weapons.

[Perturabo, come out. 】

Faenus said he felt anger burning in his eyes, he felt him, steel resonating with steel, his fiery pulse announcing the presence of another.

"coming."

Intermittent notifications came from the communication channel. The Silent Order where Hades was located always maintained a war zone delay with them. Behind the legions, the darkened black stone obelisks indicated the approach of Pluto.

Faenus breathed calmly, surrounded by the Iron Fathers of his different clans, and he felt the vague feeling of powerlessness subside - which was not a good thing, it meant that the psychic ownership of this space was being taken over. .

Fenus's eyes lit up with a surging red light.

The sky was dyed red with scorching orange, and the heat wave was raging.

The iron chains collided with each other, causing continuous screams. Feinus's pupils dilated slightly for a moment. He thought he was ready, but the moment he saw such a blasphemous thing, Feinus trembled slightly. The ground took a deep breath.

The flesh and blood were torn apart and grew twisted together with the steel. Fires were burning in the hot furnace. The charred flesh and blood was melted by the high temperature, dripping with fishy oil. Painful roars came from the layers of iron chains and steel bars. , the devil was sealed in the hate machine and became the driving force driving its engine.

Creatures of flesh, demon, and steel...

…This is utter madness.

Faenus stared hard at the creation, a blasphemous hybrid of flesh and machinery... His heart beat angrily, and the feeling of being insulted ignited in his mind.

The imprisoned and driven demons let out pitiful wails, and the sound waves and heat waves together played the prelude to the steel war, and steel blasphemies emerged from the sky.

At their feet were expressionless Iron Warriors, their helmets reflecting the flames from hell. The Iron Warriors and the monsters from hell stood in front of Feinus.

Fainus tightened his grip on the Furnace Breaker in his hand, he calculated, and then——

【attack. 】

he said softly.

This is the collision between iron fist and iron fist. Any cleverness will turn into ridiculous tricks under the absolute frontal attack. It seems that both sides think so——

They stood here, standing on the plain, charging towards each other, unabashedly showing off the sharp blades called Legion.

The Storm Bird took the lead in drawing a graceful arc in the air in conjunction with the ground firepower. The roar of the engine drowned out the shrill wind. The bird servant aimed and locked. At the last moment, the ammunition exposed in the cabin reflected the faint firelight on the ground.

The gunfire from the Iron Hands ground vehicle passed by the hovering Stormbird, almost as if it was about to collide, but with precise calculations, the ammunition roared forward and slammed into the Iron Warrior's cannonball. , a huge cloud of gunpowder smoke suddenly exploded, and the smoke with solid debris at the end fell to the earth.

The intact hull of the Stormbird suddenly rushed out of the gray fireworks, fearlessly facing the approaching battleship. Pairs of dog-fighting figures flew rapidly in the air, jumping like dueling Eldar clowns. A deadly and gorgeous multi-person dance.

In the vast sky, the death scream of a fighter plane crashing into the wasteland can be heard on average every twenty seconds.

The heavy footsteps of the war machine hit the ground, Titan against Titan, knight against knight, the dark barrel of the Predator was aimed at the Predator, and amid the bursts of war roars, the sharp sword of the Iron Hand slashed at the Iron Warrior.

The skulls of the dead shone on the armor, and an immortal with iron hands roared and rushed towards the opposite side. The immortal did not belong to a clan, only the immortal was willing to provide a final place of glory for these people who had committed sins. , they are the first to charge on the battlefield.

"For Fenus!!!"

He roared angrily and hit the opposite side with a shuttle. The Iron Warrior who was facing him turned sideways and used his shoulder armor to resist. At the same time, a stream of plasma rushed directly to his helmet. He rushed forward fearlessly, raised his sword to slash, and slashed with his power sword. He lowered the steel, and a sword light also slashed towards his waist.

Without a trace of hesitation or dodge, the Immortal directly thrust forward with his sword!

A smooth whistling sound sounded, and he used his other hand to drop the sword that had become weak and stuck at his waist. The Immortal's power sword penetrated the enemy's head from the chin, leaving a sticky scarlet Blood dripped from the upright sword. He drew it out without hesitation, and the enemy's corpse fell to his knees in front of him.

He rushed to the next one.

The same scene occurred in every corner of this front. The blood of the Iron Warriors and the blood of the Iron Hands soaked the earth.

The Skitarii rushed towards the enemy in a frantic suicidal manner, buying a moment for the Iron Hands. The barrels and plasma gun barrels had long been overheated, but the silvery tears slowly flowed down, and they could still complete their missions faithfully.

After a brief battle, each Iron Clan, led by the Father of Steel, with the Great Sage in the auxiliary army as the core, fought fiercely with the Iron Warriors. The Great Sage was not an important role in the usual war, but At this moment, as the sages loudly praised Ohm Messiah and Pluto's prayers, the weak green arc was slowly lighting up——

Everyone knows what this means!

Faenus wielded the Forgebreaker, a slave to the Creator, and the blasphemous flesh of Vashtor's Soul Grinder spattered and streaked his armor in streaks of flesh.

Feinus listened with coldness and anger to the shrill wail of the demon at his feet. This was a subspace creature... The force feedback from his palms clearly told him this.

The soulless ones who followed him strode onto the creation of flesh and scrap metal, and the demon finally shut up permanently after a scream.

【For the Emperor! ! ! 】

Feinus shouted, his voice tore through the sky, and countless war cries sounded instantly, responding to their father.

The sea of ​​war cries was broken by the incongruous sound of steel friction. Fainus frowned as he smelled the unbearable rancid smell.

The monster with jagged steel wings behind him appeared from the desecrated creation, the disgusting cable worm twisted and looked at Feinus, the bright arc of hatred crackled, and the ominous white light gathered on the craftsman's war hammer.

The sinful monster was standing far away on the horizon, with the hellfire lighting up the sky like a sunrise. It looked at Feinus mockingly from a distance, which made Feinus feel even more angry. .

The Primarch didn't hesitate, and a new wave of Iron Hands fire was focused on Vash'tor.

The space began to tremble uneasily, and with the appearance of Vashtor, the flames of hatred ignited, and the green arc flashed unsteadily. Feinus frowned, and he began to call Hades, He also received a response from Hades, who told the Lord of Medusa that he would need ten minutes to arrive at the battlefield——

At the same time, Faenus saw the figure of Perturabo.

On the noisy and chaotic battlefield, Feinus's world went blank for a moment, leaving only the buzzing voice in his head.

Perturabo... just stood there.

The Lord of Steel was standing there, standing next to Vashtor, standing side by side with the monster.

Perturabo grew even larger. He was not a tall primarch, but now Faenus was sure that Perturabo had surpassed him in stature.

Perturabo was wearing a brand new Terminator armor, which was wrapped with twisting cables similar to Vashtor. Dazzling white arcs shot up around him, and bright yellow lights were shining in his eyes. .

He became...different.

Faenus stared at Perturabo, and Perturabo stared at him, and then a mocking laugh broke out of Perturabo's lips.

【my brother,】

He said that the sound came from all directions, and Feinus was shocked and disgusted to realize that it was coming from the mouth of every Iron Warrior,

[Long time no see, you are still so willing to be a tool in the hands of others. 】

[I have nothing to talk about with the traitor! 】

Faenus roared, and he stared at Perturabo angrily. The finely crafted backpack on his back unfolded countless deep cannon barrels.

[You, what exactly did you do to the Iron Warriors? ! What exactly did you do to them? ! 】

Fenus angrily scolded Perturabo, and along with his words were the Iron Hands that violently advanced. Perturabo and Vashtor had appeared, and the Iron Hands' cannon fire was like an endless mountain and sea. Rush towards them.

【And you? 】

Perturabo said unhurriedly, and he began to slowly walk towards Feinus in the queue of Iron Warriors. The ocean of Iron Warriors automatically separated and then closed again. They were like the heartbeat and pulse of the same person. Generally in tune.

Immediately afterwards, the commando team that had inserted itself into the Iron Warriors' battle line like a wedge began to transmit death communications. Countless death messages came towards Feinus like snowflakes - in an instant, the Iron Warriors they faced Becoming stronger, more agile, and more skilled in martial arts.

Perturabo stared at Faenus with a smile and said,

【I thought you and I were very similar,】

Fenus spat on the ground beside him, and the ground soaked with blood and flesh made a hissing sound.

[Why are you obsessed with working for him, Fainus? 】

Perturabo said calmly, with a deep and dangerous light in his eyes. He seemed to have experienced a lot,

[What exactly has he given us? We can obviously be more free-spirited and be our own masters instead of puppets of his bloated empire. 】

[In order to complete the territory of his empire, the Iron Warriors once had to go and fight against those worthless alien civilizations, ignite wars on the human planets that yearn for peace, and build trenches on countless planets that are not suitable for survival - just to defend them. The so-called checkpoint fortress. 】

Perturabo sneered, as if laughing at his past self.

【And he...】

Perturabo said softly,

[There is no place for us or the Legion in the future he wants. He has already begun to abandon us, hasn't he? 】

[Why are you still stubborn? 】

Perturabo said, but he was already within the direct fire range of Fernus's masterwork backpack, so Fernus chose to answer Perturabo's question with artillery fire.

He raised the Forgebreaker, the weapon Fulgrim had forged for him shining brightly.

The next moment, the Titans, blasphemous creations of flesh and machinery, rushed towards Faenus together with Perturabo.

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【traitor! ! ! 】

Feinus roared, and the sound of explosions exploded in his ears. With great anger, Furnace Breaker produced a sonic boom in the air, and the exploding white waves instantly drowned the two fighting, but Pei Turabo and Faenus' movements were not slow at all.

Perturabo no longer had the mocking look on his face before. The Lord of Steel tightened his face, gritted his teeth and fought with all his strength against the attack of the Lord of Medusa. The short-range firepower on the Fenus Seiko backpack was heading towards it with all its strength. With Perturabo's output, Perturabo had to embarrassingly dodge again and again.

Beside the two fighting men, the demonic machine that was blown to pieces by the Seiko backpack's firepower collapsed on the ground. Iron Warrior's Titan served as a long-range fire support platform, containing the remaining firepower of the Seiko backpack. Fernus had to Deploying some of his firepower to counteract the Titan's cannon fire directed at him.

The two original bodies were fighting, and no one could intervene in their war. At this time, Fainus could no longer take into account the battle situation around him. The Iron Warriors began to push back. The Iron Warriors around Fainus rushed into the Iron Warriors camp with him. The hand began to fall into decline.

Standing under the black stone obelisk, Vashtor chanted the spell loudly. Beside it, the cracks in the subspace cracked faintly, and the looming and indescribable power of faith surrounded the Lord of the Hearth.

With the swing of Vash'Tol Artisan's Hammer, worm-like steel cables and white electric arcs flared, and the tide of psychic energy washed over the battlefield, beating at the soul of every creature.

+……+

+I am, the Lord of all opportunities! ! ! +

Some of the sages and skitarii suddenly began to scream in pain. In the Iron clan closest to the front line, the Father of Steel was shocked to see the metal worms that suddenly exploded from the heads of the sages.

"For...Ohm...Messiah..."

Intermittent sounds came out of the sage's mouth.

The Iron Hands immediately pointed the muzzles of their bolt guns at the fallen Sage. After a burst of fire, the Sage's body collapsed to the ground.

Behind the battle line, Hades, who was standing on the galloping knight, took a deep breath.

He clenched the obituary notice, blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth. Hades subconsciously stroked the middle finger bone given by the Emperor in his neck. He recalled...remembered that day.

The next moment, a violent green arc exploded!

"False gods,"

The radio waves roared in the distance, flowing into the minds of every believer who believed in the God of All Machines, like a stream.

Hades said calmly as silver anti-gravity teardrops surrounded him.

"This is heresy. People who believe in the truth, kill it."

The next moment, the Iron Hands witnessed in astonishment that the great sages were stripped of their clothes by countless hidden weapons.

"For the Ohm Messiah! For Hades!!!"

Dead line!