Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

The four giant shields were spliced ​​together and smashed towards the green shield.

The big tech tycoon sitting on the chair finally couldn't hold on any longer. His strong body became weak and emaciated. Even a breath from the glutton could make this once glorious tech tycoon fall to the ground.

"I...I can't think about it anymore..."

Big Tech Master let out a weak breath, and then turned into a ball of ashes and scattered on the chair.

The green shield finally disappeared, and the giant shield rushed into the orc fleet again, smashing everything irresistibly.

"Sir! We have to go! We have to go!"

The sailors on the Iron Warrior ship were panicked. These mortals with expertise in ship driving still had some status on the Iron Warrior side.

Of course, that's just one thing.

The War Blacksmith of the Iron Warriors used the claws on his back to penetrate the chest of a screaming mortal, and then devoured his body cleanly with something like a vacuum cleaner.

The crew fell silent, knowing that their only hope of survival against the Iron Warriors was to stick to their posts, obey all orders, and show no signs of cowardice.

The war blacksmith glanced around coldly and gave orders in a deep, mechanical voice.

"This battleship must be a legacy of the Golden Age, and according to detection, this ship has no defense except for the twelve giant shields surrounding it, and there are no defensive troops inside the ship..."

"The interior must be the human beings left behind by the Golden Age... Although the statue of the Corpse King does look suspicious... But if we can seize the moment when this battleship is at its weakest and control this battleship, then we will We will gain the power of the Phalanx of Destruction! We can attack Terra again! Destroy the Empire!"

The voice of the war blacksmith echoed in the communicators of all the Iron Warriors. They have been dormant in that ghost place in subspace for more than ten thousand years, just to one day destroy the empire that once enslaved them and establish a new one headed by the Iron Warriors. country.

Although the abacus is crackling, the Iron Warriors have to face many bitter problems.

The lack of forgotten weapons was fatal enough. No matter how many armies they forged in the demonic furnace of the subspace, they could not change the fact that they were helpless against the Phalanx.

But if they can take advantage of the weak period when the ship is unable to use its full firepower, and bring it into the subspace for training and transformation, they can face the firepower of the Phalanx head-on.

Thinking about it makes me feel extremely excited. Even if the empire cannot be destroyed, it is still quite profitable to make those damn yellow-skinned idiots suffer for thousands of years.

Hearing that there was no echo in the communicator, the war blacksmith decided to use some small threats to achieve his goal.

"Brother Orsted...I need your men to leave a mark on the giant ship."

There was some emotion in the War Blacksmith's voice, but anyone could hear the hypocrisy in it. He waved his hand to the crew, signaling them to start the warp engine and the daemon prison.

"Ah... Blacksmith Shande..."

The Iron Warrior known as Oside only responded lightly to Blacksmith Shande and did not express any further attitude.

In private, he also waved his hand towards his subordinates, indicating that they would start the subspace engine and the demon prison, and be ready to open the door and escape at any time.

"The orcs can no longer support it, but I believe my father will be very interested in this ship."

"You're right, father will definitely be very interested."

"But we must leave a devil's mark on the ship."

"Are you trying to figure this out? Your wishful thinking has already hit me in the face! Even if there are noise warriors in my house, I can hear the crackling sound of your abacus!"

"No, no, no! My dagger is still behind me."

Blacksmith Shande said coldly, "I still remember that you failed to attack the Yellow-skinned Idiot in the Kodma system. You lost many soldiers, but you only killed or injured one squad of the enemy..."

After a long silence, Blacksmith Shande knew that this was what Oside was most afraid of. The Iron Warriors could not afford to fail, let alone lose to the yellow-skinned idiots.

"I was the one who covered up your failure. You said that if I brought this news up... what fate would you and your men have? You don't need me to remind you anymore, right?"

Listening to Blacksmith Sander's threats, Oost began to think about what kind of fate he would accept.

Being buried in the hell beast is only the best option. He will even become part of the demon's womb, and his body will be used to sew the thick outer skin of the womb.

But that being said, Hell Beast is not a good choice.

The Dreadnoughts built by the Empire have to go through countless rigorous processes. Only exquisite physical craftsmanship and spiritual mastery can make a Dreadnought qualified to bear the glory of the wounded.

Even though every activation of the Dreadnaughts causes the injured inside to suffer, compared with the hell beasts, they can at least be looked at with respect and piety by mortals and other brothers.

But what about the Hellbeasts?

Oost's body trembled at the thought of the hell beast.

Those bodies are covered in wriggling flesh and blood, and their shells are made of subspace evil iron. They are the constructed monsters of nightmares. Beneath the shell of deadly and evil weapons lies the depths of the hellbeast's rotting, festering, nauseating womb.

The parasitic prosthesis provides sentience to the Space Marines in the living coffins, but this close union also magnifies their pain many times.

No matter how good a hero you were before being buried in the hell beast, you will be brutally tortured and driven crazy after entering.

The pilots of all hell beasts are full of madness. They do not distinguish between friends and foes, or the situation of the battle. They only desire to torture others with weapons in order to obtain some twisted comfort.

Just like the blacksmith of the Dark Star Forge, Galarox said, "Pure, blazing hatred is the most powerful weapon in this miserable galaxy. This is why we will be able to defeat the Empire. We A hatred...that they will never be able to match."

"Compared to being buried in a hell beast or becoming a womb rind...I'd rather die in battle..." Oside thought in his heart, but he couldn't be so passive in front of the Sand Blacksmith.

"It's impossible for my people to give you military exploits for nothing... You have to pay some price!"

"I will put in a good word for you in front of my father."

"This is not worth the price at all!"

"It's worthy! Father will recognize you! Father will feel the slightest joy in your sacrifice and dedication! He will engrave your names in his research laboratory! Isn't this what we long for! To be recognized by Father!"

Fan work: Three-link plasma cannon, it’s scary just thinking about it