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

Chapter 161. 153. One More Hit

Crescent scythes pierced the void, dim green light illuminated death, and the fleet of necrons marched in their home turf.

Data densely hit Perturabo's blood vessels and nerves, and the Iron Warriors' fleet spread out like a swarm of insects. Every flicker of light was an attack, and countless light spots lit up the deep sky.

According to the previous data, Perturabo left enough margin for this attack, dumping a huge amount of ammunition from the Iron Warriors main fleet, within the tolerable and predictable losses, the artillery fire and lasers will be ignited smoothly These dark and sluggish undead.

The naval battle of the Necrons was originally a violent solution based on a large number of calculations and extremely high technological strength.

And the Perturabo they faced was also the king in charge of calculation and data.

Even if the weapons equipped on the general ships of the Iron Warriors are far less advanced than those of the Necrons, the victory lies in the large number of Iron Warriors ships.

For every ten cruisers added, Perturabo could complicate the fleet of ships by an order of magnitude.

Without the mud and variables on the surface of ordinary planets, the naval battle in the open universe will be a purely calculated contest.

A large amount of data poured into Perturabo's mind, and it was rare to go all out. Perturabo briefly put down the command on the ground of 106 and other senses, and devoted himself to this war.

There is no blood and flesh splattering, no roaring and roaring, and only flashes and steel can leave faint traces in the indifferent universe.

Only reason and data, only coldness and hardness.

Thousands of years of accumulation have caused these two races to fight here, and the blood and tears of hundreds of millions of people are only enough to pay for a small explosion.

In the universe, there is only war.

The corners of Perturabo's mouth twitched inadvertently, the fact that he was struggling with the berserk data, and the cold image projected back by the sensor made his brain heat up.

But he'll soon realize something's wrong.
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Nas raised his head and looked at the sky above the fleet he led. The main fleet of alien races was changing in a formation that dazzled him, and every crack was flooded by light spears.

Nas was convinced that if it was still a Necrontyr, it might have been stabbed by the opponent's huge amount of light at this moment, or melted screaming in front of the huge amount of radiation.

But it is not, it has no body.

The huge amount of radiation will only make its metal body feel a little warm.

Perhaps it should be afraid, because the group of ships it led, the outermost defensive Jackal-class raiders, were peeling off layers like the skin that once festered on the Necrontyr.

But it doesn't matter.

Nas can be resurrected, even if the fleet it leads is completely defeated, they will open their eyes again in the shallow tomb of Wenmas, and there are many ships like this, just open them again.

Nas's goal was to find information about the Star God fragment, other than that, Wang didn't care.

It doesn't care either.

The target ships on the opposite side were trying to escape. They needed speed, even more extreme speed. Nas wanted to shorten the time of this naval battle as much as possible. As the consul, the fact that he was far away from the king he was protecting made him feel uneasy.

In order to ensure speed, only the necessary Jackal-class assault ships left the fleet to attract firepower under the signal of Nass, and the rest of the main fleet was still biting on the Fourth Knight.

Coming.
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Mortarion looked at the bird servant in silence, on top of which, the group of light green friendly warships was spread out in a mess, winding and compressing in a dazzling gesture.

But no matter how much Perturabo played with his ship, the red enemy army still tore a straight line, and their target——

It was the Fourth Knight where Mortarion was.

Mortarion looked at the enemy ship silently. On it, some red fragments fell off and turned gray from time to time. Mortarion knew that it was the raid ship that was sacrificed to ensure the speed of the main fleet.

what.

Mortarion seemed to be back on the battlefield of Galaspar, at this moment, as at that moment.

But the Death Guard's position has long since changed.

The only thing that puzzled Mortarion was the purpose of these alien races.

Why are they chasing this fleet he leads, even after they stopped supporting the ground.

Maybe this is the alien, they can't think about each other from a human perspective.

Mortari dropped his eyes absently.

In the communication channel with Perturabo, the sound of electricity kept ringing, but Perturabo never said a word.

On the bird servant's side, the Iron Warriors' fleet of ships trying to slow down the Necron ships was almost insane.

In any case, the enemy's target this time was the Death Guard ships led by Mortarion, and it seemed that Perturabo's plan had failed.

It is worth celebrating that the ship Mortarion is now on is the Fourth Knight.

The engine and overall structure of this ship have been changed to adapt to the battle of Galaspa.

Mortarion began to order, the engine warmed up, all shields were activated, and the queue was dense.

He's very good at struggling in desperate situations, the Death Guard always does.

The Necron ships are approaching soon—

The crackling electrical sound finally stopped, and what Mortarion hated, Perturabo's voice sounded,
"Maximize your engines and let other ships go to block the opposite side. The Iron Warriors can defend them."

Perturabo was going crazy, the calculation made him tremble, but he really couldn't understand the behavior of the Necrons on the other side, even though the tactics on the other side completely followed the calculation of the optimal solution, but the other side was like a lunatic in setting up the target ? !

They have no interest in attrition, or in attacking Iron Warriors ships, and just go after the Death Guard with all their might.

He even deliberately let the Iron Warriors show their flaws, and the opposite side only needs a very small price and pause to cause considerable losses to them.

But those sickle ships don't do that!It seems that their only goal is to catch up to the Death Guard ships, and they don't even care whether they can win the naval battle.

According to the current trajectory of the Necrons, all cold calculations will point to that result, the most cruel and unacceptable result to Perturabo.

Although Perturabo really wanted Mortarion to die, he didn't want Mortarion to die under the jurisdiction of his Iron Warriors!
He would be a disgrace to the other primarchs, father, what would the Emperor think of him?What would the other Primarchs say when they spoke of him?
This dirty brother will become an indelible stain on him!

Listening to Perturabo's words, Mortarion shook his scythe Nirvana, and the censer on his body made a slight sound with his movements.

Although Mortarion can't hear the emotions in other people's words, his perception of despair and fear is superior to anyone else.

Perturabo was desperate, he was afraid.

Mortarion pursed his lips, glad to see it.

Mortarion spoke, his voice hoarse,

"My brother, let the redneck teach you a lesson."

Mortarion then shut down the comm channel and took command of his forces.
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The Necron fleet was rapidly approaching the Death Guard, and their leading small raiders began to separate, revealing their main ship.

Mortarion blinked, concentrating.

Sure enough, the Necrons began to slow down slightly.

This was the harbinger of a gang fight, and Mortarion was right.

The Death Guard's lances and torpedoes began to fire, but were easily torn apart by the Necron's main ship without incident.

Necrons rampaged through the Death Guard fleet.

[The fourth knight, turn the hull. 】

A trickle of poison gas drifted slowly into the air from the censer on Mortarion's body.

The fourth knight, who was galloping forward, began to turn around backwards. The sudden brake immediately pulled the distance between the two ships.

Seeing the Necron's ship about to crash directly into the fragile sidestring of the Fourth Knight—

It's now.

[Reverse thrust, left engine at full capacity. 】

Death spoke his order.

The Fourth Knight exploded at extreme speed in an instant, and the huge acceleration even made the main beam of the Fourth Knight, which had been strengthened three times, start to tremble!
That's enough acceleration to pull the spine out of a mortal crew!In Mortarion's sight, the skins of those mortals stretched tightly, then tore directly, and the blood splashed straight back.

And inside them, it is estimated that most of the internal organs have been shaken into meat paste.

But Mortarion had no time for other things, the Primarch calculated the angles.

[The right wing engine is full. 】

Before Mortarion finished his sentence, a huge crash sounded along the hull of the Fourth Knight!

Successful.

Under Mortarion's command, the Fourth Knight turned around in an instant and managed to get out of its original position. The hull crashed straight into the side of the Necron ship.

The prow of the Fourth Knight, which had been specially reinforced and crashed into the main hive city of Galaspa, successfully opened a hole for the main ship of the Necrons after sacrificing itself.

But the front end of the Fourth Knight is also in bad shape at this moment, countless alarms are sounding, the air in the front and middle section is being crazily pulled away from the Fourth Knight, and some unfortunate mortal crew members are trapped by these turbulent currents and thrown into the cold between universes.

Mortarion didn't pause. After realizing that the Fourth Knight had collided with the opposite side, he immediately started to go to the front of the hull, and the company of the Death Guard had already moved towards the position he designated.

The gray cloak rustled, and Mortarion knew they were ready to fight.

He's still better at these than empty fleet battles.
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Perturabo watched the Death Guard fleet in disbelief.

There, the two sides that were originally speeding at extreme speeds stopped.

Between the fighting cruisers and the Jackal-class assault ship, the two largest ships on both sides collided, and the Fourth Knight was firmly inserted into the inner hook of the half-moon-shaped necromancer ship.

Unexpectedly, the scene where the fourth knight was directly broken into pieces by the Necrons appeared.

Perturabo realized that Mortarion had modified the Fourth Knight enough that the ship would not fall apart if it took a huge blow to the front.

They survived.

Perhaps Perturabo really wanted to be stunned for a while, and rationally told him that this matter was unrealistic, but he still coldly commanded the ships of the Iron Warriors to encircle the stalled two sides, tearing them apart bit by bit with firepower. The opposite raid ship.

In the place where many ships are fighting fiercely with each other, on the main ship, a strange gang battle also kicked off.

Led by Mortarion, the scythes of the death guard easily swung at these alien races who also held scythes.

Compared with the Death Guard, the melee ability of these necrons is significantly weaker.

As long as you are careful of the Gauss laser on the opposite side, the Death Guard can easily gain the advantage.

Mortarion hooked the sickle, easily tore apart a metal skeleton, and then he raised his gun to shoot, and each bullet would take away the "life" of a foreign race.

In Mortarion's eyes, the soldiers on the opposite side were a bunch of metal skeletons and Gauss weapons. Maybe their shapes were different, but they were pretty much the same.

Metal skeletons, more metal skeletons crawled out silently, like corpses without souls, and were bestowed with death by the death guards.

Under the leadership of Mortarion, the Death Guard pushed forward step by step, and soon they stood on a flat ground on the Necron ship.

A larger skeleton stepped out, holding an ax in one hand and a shield in the shape of a coffin in the other.

Mortarion didn't care about these. In his eyes, this undead was no different from others.

He directly raised his hand and fired a shot. The bullet of the lamp rubbed against the opposite shield and splashed on its leg, forming a black charcoal.

Nas looked at the alien race who was obviously taller on the opposite side, and it knew that it couldn't beat the other side.

But it doesn't need to win. If it really wants the other party's life, it can use the fleet to tear them apart as early as just now.

To Nass' dismay, the information on the fragments of the Star God disappeared. Even with a close inspection, the fragments were indeed not here.

Maybe it can ask, even if it seems stupid enough, it will at least prove to the king that it has tried.

"Lowly creatures of flesh and blood."

Nas spoke.

"On behalf of the king's will, I ask you a question,"

Seeing the opposite metal shelf speak, Mortarion was startled, and then—

He started sprinting straight away.

Mortarion was not interested in what the xenos had to say, he had heard enough.

In an instant, Mortarion was close to Nas. The heavy scythe of the Primarch pierced through the air, tearing away Nas's shield, and Nas had to dodge backwards to avoid the blow.

Nas was annoyed by Mortarion's attack, and it felt even more stupid about what he was doing.

Why try to communicate with these lowly races?

But Nas's thread began to comfort it again, at least if Nas came here, the king was still safe and didn't have to be insulted by flesh and blood creatures——

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On the ground, a signal that made Nass desperate came, which made it pause for a moment——

Does it need to go back, back to the king? !
Mortarion seized the opportunity and cut the alien straight away.

The resurrection protocol is running, and Nas, who has high-level authority, has his mind sent back to the ghost structure on the surface of Wenmas.

The undead ships that lost their main commander were gradually defeated under Perturabo's control, and the ships that lost their targets started their own attacks, and the Iron Warriors once again paid a considerable price for this.

Mortarion continued to lead the Death Guard to clear the Necrons on the main ship. These soldiers would not be their opponents in close combat. Compared with the Iron Warriors who were fighting at sea, the Death Guard's attack was extremely smooth.

Mortarion had expected to meet another alien with the same leader, but it seemed that the one he had just hacked was the only leader.

If the Necrons' infantry melee combat is at this intensity, maybe the pressure on Hades' side is not as great as he imagined.

Mortarion thought.

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