Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 119 108. Combat Preparation, Imminent

Endurance.

Preparations for the attack on Galaspar were tensely underway, and Mortarion stood patiently but somewhat annoyed on the podium above the large simulation room.

You need patience and time to sharpen a blade that can cut the throat of an entire galaxy.

The thought soothed Mortarion's exasperated mind a little.

But the thought of the tyrant's lashing whips waving every other man's head every moment made Mortarion uneasy again.

He has experienced that feeling, that unforgettable anger, that pain that flows into his soul, that mockery that erodes him all the time and teases his weakness.

No one can override others unscrupulously, and no one can vent their emotions in other people's lives recklessly.

Someone has to overthrow tyranny.

He chewed this sentence, just like he stood in the poisonous gas room of Barbarus many years ago, looking at the lord's fortress in the distance.

If not done,

Then, that person will be him.

Under the hood of the Lord of Death, in the shadows, those amber eyes with dark gold flowing were staring at the audience.

In the largest simulation room of the Perseverance, at the moment, it is filled with the chemical poison gas that simulates the main star of Galaspa.

Thousands of death guards are conducting military exercises at the moment.

Bone White shuttled through the poisonous gas silently, without making a sound, in an orderly manner, but quite quickly, without a word, the Death Guards tacitly changed their ranks and marched at an extremely fast speed.

Although in the original fate, when mentioning the Death Guard, everyone in the empire would think of their heavy infantry status.

But in reality, the Death Guard earned their name for their anvil-like front.

In infantry combat they were also known for their haste.

Mortarion also valued time.

He looked at the formations forming multiple circles below, and silently recited the strategic analysis in his heart.

These circular formations will be the only barrier they can rely on on the bare wasteland.

This is the last way the Death Guard can survive if the war enters phase three.

It doesn't matter.

Either the tyrant dies, or they die.

Mortarion held up a hand, beckoning.

The original lineup of death guards shuttled back and forth suddenly changed, the circle was locked tightly, and every group of three suddenly pierced out of the circle.

The spikes alternated, pierced and retracted, and with lightning speed, they shredded the enemies surrounding them, and then returned to the team protecting them.

Soon, the enemy's corpses were all over the ground, and they gained enough space for the death guard to breathe for a while.

A few moments are enough to decide life or death.

Mortarion grinned through his mouth under the gas mask, clearly pleased with the outcome of the maneuver.

The company commander Barasin on the side came over in time to report to him on the fleet's transformation.

Plasma cutters had been shining on the bulkheads of the Endurance all these months.

Technical sergeants, mechanical priests and mechanical servants shuttle around various ships, doing their best to complete the mission of the primarch.

The tedious transformation tasks piled up, outlining Mortarion's ambitions.

The transformation of the fourth knight assault ship went smoothly. The blocking propeller was modified to accelerate to the extreme in a short time. Falling apart under speed.

The rest of the ships had thickened side strings one after another, and the artillery fire was concentrated on the side strings.

After Barasin finished his report, Vox also stepped forward to report to Mortarion on the tasks he was in charge of.

Vorks was the first Barbarusian to hold a stewardship position, a good lad from the south, and Mortarion smiled and encouraged him to continue.

"The Final Yan leads the rest of the ships, and has completed 60.00% of the asteroid collection mission III. Among them, 30.00% of the asteroids II have been processed completely, reaching the detonation standard."

good very good.

It was a slow step in Mortarion's plan, and he was relieved to see Vorx speeding up the task to a satisfying pace.

Mortarion watched Vox, patiently waiting for the child to finish his report.

He looked at his pale skin, characteristic of Barbarians.

This is a symbol of the poisonous gas they live in.

As Mortarion listened to Vox's report, his thoughts drifted away.

Not to mention Hades, Karas was originally a good candidate for the management.
Unfortunately, after that incident, Mortarion had to deal with him coldly.

But after that, Karas had no contact with psionic powers, which satisfied Mortarion.

After this battle is over, call Karas back to be a death shroud.

Hope Karas can survive this battle.

No, Karas would always survive, he was the smartest of them all.

It's just that Mortarion frowned indistinctly, no, he wouldn't scare Vox who was reporting.

There is no news of Hades returning to the team.

Mortarion also spurned the unstable communications and connections of the Warp today.

Planet Sigma 373.

Hades stood on the city wall, staring at the scenery in front of him in a daze. Numerous neatly arranged buildings lined up on both sides of the street. As far as he could see, the tall wall built as a religion revealed a black corner .

"My lord, there is no need to be emotional, the rise and fall of civilization is a definite number."

Yade stood beside Hades and was in charge of Hades' vigilance.

Although many people would compare the skitarii who are highly mechanized and have sage control codes implanted in their brains to high-level machine servants, but in fact, skitarii have their own personalities.

Because of their faith, or simply to live, they chose to become cathars.

Hearing Yad's conversation, Jin, who was collecting data next to him, made a few small electric sounds, as if saying that Hades was definitely not thinking about it.

"Ah, no."

"Thank you for your words."

Hades blinked slowly, thanking the cathars for their responsibility to protect his psychological safety, but he was actually judging the offensive and defensive possibilities of the city's streets.

The streets extend in all directions, but are relatively narrow, as if for the convenience of pilgrimage, each of which leads directly to the square in the center of the city.

If you stand on the square in the middle, you can attack the middle if you stand in any building in the city, as long as the range is enough.

It's not easy to defend, and some of the reformed armed slaves brought by the Kirkland Sage are not easy to enter.

In fact, most of the armed slave laborers are still transported here slowly in the forest.

Hades sighed silently.

If you want to stay in the square for research in the future, you have to take some defensive measures.

Hades looked at the map returned by the drone, and based on his judgment in front of him, he marked several buildings or locations in the city that he felt strange.

These buildings are either structurally different from other buildings, or are geographically located at control points that can control the entire street.

Let some of the cathars go to explore these places carefully, and Hades followed the sage of Kirkland and led another part of the cathars to the central square.

By the way, strengthen the defense of the central square, Hades thought.

Reinforce the buildings around the central square first, and then clean up the buildings farther away to form an open space isolation zone for easy defense.

Compared to studying the Black Stone Obelisk, Hades, with his right eye jumping wildly, was still thinking about how to deal with the sudden enemy.

How could he be so unconvinced that this was an ordinary exploration?

Hades thought as he continued his steps.

In fact, apart from Hades, the closer he was to the Blackstone Obelisk, the more Kirkland Sage devoted himself to the idea of ​​inspecting the Obelisk, completely leaving the task of defense to Hades.

Hades shrugged and took the task naturally.

Who told him to be a little unreasonable?

however--

In this hidden corner of the city, like a corner of an abandoned hippie gathering place, in a corner full of funny and joyful art drawings, a tiny fluorescent light disappears.

In the forest, Kirkland Sage and others were miscellaneous, and the remodeled heavy machinery team was slowly shuttling along the road opened by the cathars.

On the side of this team, countless agricultural vehicles are still carrying out the daily tasks of cutting fruit and fertilizing in an orderly manner.

Beneath fallen leaves, a slimy hand sticks out from the ground.

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