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

Chapter 156 148. Perturabo is not happy today
In the blood of steel, there is a deathly silence at this moment, the ticking of instruments can't stop ringing, but the relatively noisy conversation in the past has all turned into quiet breathing at this moment.

Extremely ugly data, Perturabo is now as silent as an extinct volcano, the cooled and accumulated dark gray rocks coated his surface with an expressionless mask.

But everyone knows that under the thick rock shell is surging magma that is about to erupt.

Although under Perturabo's command, the Iron Warriors had already greatly reduced the loss of ships, except for the cruiser fleet that set out at the beginning, most of the ships lost after that were low-level and old types.

But this still cannot conceal his failure.

Relying on the Primarch's astonishing insight, Perturabo understood that in his thousands of calculations, if the opposite ship hadn't paused for a moment at the end, then Iron Blood's ammunition would rain down at the last moment.

The Primarch is confident that Lady Glory's firepower will tear these ships apart, but in case
Realizing that his mind was slowly slipping towards the edge of this vortex, Perturabo felt his breathing getting heavier, and he managed to control the sound of his breathing, because he couldn't do it, except for him A person is always happy to see his failure.

So he can't show his failure.

The sudden sound of the communication application knocked heavily on Perturabo's temple, and the communication application from the death guard came unexpectedly.

it is as expected.

Perturabo laughed secretly in his heart, his brothers were always like this, stepping on each other's failed corpses to climb up, seemingly in harmony on the surface, but in fact they were secretly mocking.

What's more, this primarch from an agricultural planet didn't even have the most basic manners on the surface, and Perturabo could already imagine Mortarion's ambiguous rural accent.

When he thought of the scene he was about to face next, anger and humiliation washed over Perturabo's soul like surging waves.

He cursed in a low voice, Perturabo really wanted to smash something, tear something up, tear off the ugly face on the opposite side, smash it up, make it no longer exist in reality.

Just like when he smashed the statue.

The clown thing who is playing tricks.

At the last moment when the death guard's communication application was about to reach the end timeline, Perturabo, standing still, finally passed the application.

There was a piercing electrical sound, and an unstable figure unique to holographic projection appeared.

Perturabo hated these electric sounds, a sign of instability, instability, accident, change, fragility.

Fragile.

However, Mortarion's loathsome figure did not appear in the center of the screen, and his foul-smelling gas was slowly hovering around the edge of the screen.

A death shroud is in the center of the picture. Unlike other death shrouds, one of his shoulder armors is engraved with the Mechanicum logo, silently demonstrating his status as a technical sergeant.

Perturabo frowned. He recognized a death shroud that Mortarion had brought to the Blood of Steel.

Except for the Iron Hands and Iron Warriors, in other legions, these interstellar fighters who believe in the Mechanicus will not occupy a high position in the legion.

In the Iron Hands, Fenus Manus allowed his men to practice the Adeptus Mechanicum, which made the Legion friendly with the Adeptus Mechanicus of Mars.

Among the Iron Warriors, Perturabo disliked those sages from the Mechanicus who were completely modified and shrugged off their shoulders. Under Perturabo's instruction, the Iron Warriors have been working hard to develop the technology of their own legion, in order to please these little ones. Human-to-legion restrictions.

Even though he himself was on good terms with quite a few Mechanicians on the surface, those "heterogeneous" were more likely to attract Perturabo's favor than the orthodox Mechanicus sages.

After a brief Skyhawk salute, the technical sergeant in the holographic projection spoke,

"Hello, Master Iron Warriors Legion, I am the Chief Death Shroud Hades."

The moment Hades spoke, Perturabo realized that the voice was the person who had privately communicated with Dantioch before.

Perturabo's eyes narrowed, and anyone familiar with the Primarch knew that this was a dangerous signal.

On the other end of the communication, Hades was trembling, walking on thin ice.

He tried to keep his voice as calm and cold as possible, like a machine... um... or a Necron.

After experiencing the attack of the Necromancer fleet just now, seeing that the Necromancers did not launch a second batch of attacks immediately, Hades quickly took advantage of this short gap to contact the Iron Warriors to inquire and discuss the next plan.

Mortarion let Hades communicate without any burden, after all, he didn't want to see Perturabo, nor did he want to talk to him.

After witnessing the formation of ships led by Perturabo, Hades realized that Mortarion was a little depressed?

He wasn't quite sure, after all, it was almost impossible to see the expression on Mortarion's "face" who covered his face like an autistic person.

He could only judge based on the behavior of the Primarch, Mortarion did not ridicule or "praise" Perturabo for the first time, so Hades defaulted that Mortarion was in a normal mood now.

Of course, it would be best not to have the two Primarchs meet again, Hades was sure that during the previous meeting, Mortarion had really considered giving Perturabo a scythe.

The movement of the space necromancers is still unclear, and the death guard hidden in the satellite of No. 106 mine star has no ability to detect the situation on No. 106. The Iron Warriors are still in charge of the war.

What Hades didn't know was that after the "pause" just now, no new undead soldiers emerged on No. 106, and the undead warriors who were originally standing on the ground were quickly overwhelmed by the reacting steel warriors. wipe out.

For a moment, the entire battlefield became extremely quiet.

Apart from the iron warrior's gunshots from time to time, and the metal friction sound of his feet stepping on the corpse of the undead, there was no other sound at this moment.

After the ship battle, Perturabo did not let the Iron Warriors continue to advance, but instead began to deploy mid-to-high altitude defenses, as well as trenches, more trenches.

The reconnaissance team was released to spy on the enemy's situation through a short gap.

These took up part of Perturabo's thinking, and his current thinking and computing power were put into the communication with the death guard.

Looking at Hades opposite, he didn't intend to speak.

Would this be an insult?Mortarion had used his subordinates to come to him for counsel, which was a clear offense.

Although in some cases, the primarchs did find their trusted heirs to do it for the negotiations between the legions.

But Perturabo still guessed at Mortarion's slow, blunt malice, like a bubbling swamp that made Perturabo sick.

He wouldn't speak first, wouldn't give the other side a chance to insult him, and Perturabo hated that they weren't there so he could walk up to this daring death guard, stand in front of him threateningly, and listen to this The arrogant words of the Death Guard.

"Currently, I am entrusted by Legion Commander Mortarion to be in charge of communicating with your legion."

Hades spoke neither humble nor humble, Perturabo could not hear any fluctuations in his voice,
"The battle is urgent, so please forgive me for omitting the greetings."

Of course, I still have to boast, Hades knows this.

"I really admire the naval battle of the Iron Warriors just now. Such a fine and huge command is really amazing."

"It's hard to imagine such a meticulous operation on such a tedious and grand battlefield."

"I think most mortals would not be able to realize the subtlety of this operation."

Perturabo folded his arms and stared across.

It was nothing more than the praise of an ordinary Space Marine. As a Primarch, he had heard too much. He deserved it, and it was unnecessary.

"As the commander-in-chief of this battle, under such a wonderful battle, you must have a far better understanding of the enemy's situation than the Death Guard, so the Death Guard hopes to share information with the Iron Warriors and discuss the next steps. tactics."

Although Hades felt that when he said this, Mortarion was quite upset, but in a sense, leaving Hades who knew the spoiler, the death guard really knew very little about this alien .

This was the truth, the truth without sarcasm or malice, so Mortarion did not refute.

On the opposite side, Perturabo still folded his arms. He turned his thoughts away and went to deploy the trenches on the 106th floor.

He "watched" his sons rushing through the dusty mines, their metal armor darkened by the yellow sand.

Then Perturabo looked at the projection of the death guard opposite him again, the white and green paint, like those fragile and fragile plants.

"For the next battle, the Death Guard needs to listen to me."

Perturabo delivered his sentence, and then directly shut down the communication,

At the other end, Perturabo's projected figure disappeared after a crackling electrical sound.

Hades was sure that Mortarion had directly cursed Babarus, and Mortarion would most likely want to give Perturabo a scythe that he didn't finish.

Of course, Hades also wanted to curse.

Although according to the reality, due to the lack of participation in the battle (the legion's qualifications are not enough, Mortarion returned late), and the main fleet did not arrive, the Death Guard is likely to be an auxiliary position in the next battle.

But what Perturabo said was quite off-putting.

However, less than a second later, the Death Guard received a stream from the Iron Warriors.

The complex and detailed data is well organized, marking the intelligence of the Necrons.

Numbers and high goths leaped above the screens of the Death Guard, calculating the image of an alien race.

Not only that, but the topographic map on No. 106 and the profile of the trench under repair were also sent over.

The following information was really beyond Hades' expectations, and he put aside his useless emotions for the time being, and began to ponder this information carefully.

He blinked in surprise.

This means that there is a high probability that the Death Guard will go to ground combat.

After all, the current fleet of the Death Guard really cannot fight against the Necrons' ships, but above the ground, the Death Guard possesses great strength.

The data sent by the Iron Warriors has not stopped.

A red dot at the rear of the 106 mine map was marked by Perturabo.

Hades inquired suspiciously,

Fuck, it's Morag and the others.

These death guards were placed in the rear by the Iron Warriors, staying with Graier's casters.

If it wasn't for Perturabo's reminder, Hades almost forgot that there are still a few Death Guard recruits on No. 106
Mortarion, who was originally quiet, also coughed in embarrassment.

Hades bet he forgot too.

This somewhat watered down their anger.

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