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

Chapter 169 161. Medical Room Again
On the ground of No. 106, among the Blackstone buildings of No. 03, Graier Forgemen, Iron Warriors, and Death Guard fighters are constantly shuttling.

Since the airborne team successfully cooperated with the air force to bomb the Blackstone complex, the soldiers of the space necromancers have obviously become sluggish, and no new necromancer soldiers have emerged.

For the Necrons, one of their most obvious advantages is the endless soldiers like an ant colony, but at this moment, they who are no longer resurrected obviously lost their advantage.

In this regard, Perturabo's judgment is that those black stone buildings are the buildings that command these soldiers and are responsible for the resurrection and logistics of the undead army. Therefore, destroying these buildings is obviously a correct and necessary option.

The main fleet of Death Guard Galaspar has also arrived. Under the command of Garro and Vox, a large number of Death Guards and an army composed of Iron Warriors quickly wiped out these slow-moving undead.

Compared with the soldiers on the wasteland who were working together to encircle and suppress the undead army, the three waves of people in the black stone building had their own thoughts.

In the name of Perturabo, the Iron Warriors came to collect alien technology and further ensure that the enemy's buildings were destroyed.

Although the casters of Graia Mechanicus are also secretly searching for alien technology, some people are also trying to find the phantom of the Ohm Messiah.

In contrast, the Death Guard are more pure, they come to find people in Mortarion's name.

Black stones are scattered on the ground, and strange technological creations of alien races can be seen everywhere. Cracks climb on the hard rocks, which are the lines left after being torn apart by tyrannical lightning.

"Praise Om Messiah."

A forgeman was leading his cathars to stand in front of a huge boulder. On it, lightning-like cracks were clearly visible, bottomless.

At that time, he was standing in the distance and saw the huge shadow that suddenly rose from afar.

Is that the Death Guard, Hades?
No. No, that is the representative of the God of Myriad Opportunities in the world!
Black and white are mixed with bright green, and the space becomes distorted. In an instant, the beautiful and cumbersome knowledge flashes in front of the caster's eyes, and the confusion is like ripples on the water, dissipating easily.

Like a dream.

The caster blinked, and he caught a glimpse, but it was just a glimpse. The luxurious and complicated treasure house of knowledge did not leave anything for this believer. He saw it and then forgot it.

Is he not religious enough?
"Praise the Om Messiah, forgive my disrespect."

The Foundry muttered to himself, the servohead playing the hymn as best it could.

As believers in the teachings of Graia Mechanicus, they were ecstatic to witness the miracle, but the man disappeared.

The representative of the gods is like the sparkling bubble that disappears brightly, leaving only chaos and obsession on the ground after it suddenly appears.

They hoped to at least grab something.

The foundry man knelt in front of the miracle. Compared with his colleagues who were searching for alien technology, he was more willing to calm down and test whether he could hear the reverberation of God again.

The earth beneath him responded to him.

Inaudible, radio waves mixed with impurities came from the rock.

That's a distress signal. The Space Marine number attached to it is
"Here!!! Underground!!!"

"He's still alive!"

God did not abandon them!
Hades lay in the death guard's medical room with a lifeless face.

Familiar location, familiar bed, familiar pharmacist.

Fuck, that old Yinbi of Figure King is too ruthless.

Traasin helped to press down the Dynasty No. 106 and continued to sleep, and then the things promised to Hades had been packed and thrown into an empty tomb, and Hades would take someone to dig it later.

Hades, on the other hand, chose a shallow grave to lie down in, preparing to knock himself out and wait for someone to dig it.

Traasin looked at Hades speechlessly, trying to stab himself, and then pretended to be dead.

"If you don't act again, the troops above will be withdrawn later."

"I'm not trying to poke somewhere!"

Hades looked at the knife in his hand with a painful expression on his face. He couldn't stab too shallowly, otherwise the pharmacist would be able to tell at a glance that he was pretending to be dead.

Although Mortarion and the Death Guard probably don't mind how Hades died and came back to life, other legions are still there, and Hades thinks it's more reliable to lie down and let the Death Guard pick them up.

He couldn't just fall from the sky with a bunch of undead weapons in his hands, right?

And it seems that I heard from Traasin that Mortarion and Perturabo are quarreling again, what's wrong with this?

Hades had a toothache.

"You can't do it, can you?"

Traasin came slowly,

"What are you doing? I warn you!"

"It's okay, I just need to help you!"

"what!"

So Hades opened his eyes again, and what he saw was the ceiling of the Death Guard Endurance.

"Yo, are you awake?"

The big face of the pharmacist Leo appeared in front of Hades, and Hades nodded feebly.

Oh, by the way, the new brain that Traasin gave him was thoughtfully set as the original paint, that is to say, the right brain that others can't see that appears on Hades is actually not his original one!

his brain.
Leo ignored Hades' eyes filled with sorrow, and the pharmacist turned on the channel of the Legion Commander with ease, notifying Mortarion that Hades had woken up.

Mortarion has been trying to tangle with Perturabo lately, or lead an army to fight on the ground himself.

Leo walked over, and after confirming that Hades was in a stable physical condition, he took his apprentice Io out.

Io is the latest batch of Babarus-born Death Guards selected. He was very smart in the subsequent training, and the pharmacist Leo wanted this freshman to come over.

It's better to strike first. Since the people from the foundry department snatched Hades away last time, the medical department has been quick and ruthless in attacking newcomers with potential.

"Go and take charge of District 12."

"I'm here waiting for the Legion Commander to come over."

Leo said to Yio, Yio nodded and went to District 12.

His buddy Lena just happened to be receiving treatment in District 12.

Morag had fulfilled his responsibilities in charge of this rookie team, keeping them at the rear of the battle line, and only dispatched occasionally to cooperate with the Mechanicus to clear the flanking enemies.

The whole team survived and no one died.

But the dishonest Lena didn't abide by the military rules, and inadvertently lost contact with the main force during the battle. When Morag found Nale again, the kid was lying on the ground with a mean face, seriously injured.

Naturally, he will be punished, but only after he recovers from his injury.

"Yo! Io! Here you come!"

Nale's familiar words sounded, and Io sternly knocked on Nale,
"Don't be noisy, take a good rest."

"Ah, lying down is so boring!"

"Hey, don't knock me, okay, okay, I'll lie down!"

Io looked at Lena, and a strange feeling surged up, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"If you're bored, read a book."

Io picked up a book he had lent Lena, a book about exotic animals.

"I don't like watching these things"

"Then sleep."

In order to shut up Lena, Yio threw the book down on Nale's face.

"Oh! Take it easy!"

The books were smashed open, and on the pages of the pages, there were chickens with five legs, horses with no legs, snakes with nine heads, and wolves with three legs.

What a strange creature, Io thought.

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