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

The Chaos fleet used up considerable strength to temporarily force the Orc fleet back, and then the void of Cadia became a battlefield for the three major forces.

"That's great." Delao sneered next to the map, "Then this expedition will fail again, right? Cadia will not fall after being mixed up by the orcs, and our mission will become Dig as much black stone as possible from this broken planet?”

"I can't say that at all. Warmaster Abaddon has his own considerations." The Dark Mechanic Priest replied.

"So you are from the Abaddon faction?" Drau asked.

"No." The Dark Mechanic Priest replied decisively, "It's just that as a leader, changing the deployment according to the situation is a quality that Abaddon should have."

"Ho! Is that so? Let me guess, is he starting to think about using some witchcraft to weaken the enemy again?" Delao heard a lot of deep meaning from the Dark Mechanic Priest's answer, and the Dark Mechanic Priest's silence also It confirmed what he had in mind.

Delau sneered a few times, "Relying on the degenerate body and witchcraft, the Space Marine was pushed to the edge. I think he is not much different from the Corpse Emperor now."

Facing this extremely disrespectful scolding from Drau, the Dark Mechanic Priest could only remain silent.

Turning our attention back to the ground battlefield in Cadia, the fourth line of defense has been completely collapsed, and the remaining degraded bodies are not enough to stop the advance of the imperial army. However, the four or five lines of defense set up by Drau The mission was not to hold back the Imperial troops, but to consume them.

When the imperial army's attack becomes weaker and weaker, Delao's troops waiting for work will give them an unforgettable counterattack. By then, no lackey of the Corpse Emperor will be able to escape from Delao's hands, and their bones and blood will be It will become the raw material for building the next line of defense.

"The battle on the ground still makes me feel happy." Delao tilted his head and said, "Have you heard the beautiful sound of the Corpse King's lackeys disintegrating in the mines and shells? Hear the mechanical train they have high hopes for rubbing against the ground. Do you feel disintegrated?"

"Master War Blacksmith, you can't hear those noises here. I have already considered the issue of eliminating noise when designing." Telikre, who had been silent, reminded.

Delau's good mood disappeared with these words. He glared and cursed, "Damn Telekli! I remind you for the last time to shut up! Otherwise, I will use your spinal tap." Come out and use it as a cane!”

Telekli lowered his head respectfully, but he had no reflection on his actions.

"There is one more question." The dark mechanical priest on the side suddenly said.

"What's wrong?" Delau asked in a bad tone.

"Here." The priest's mechanical prosthesis clicked on a place on the map. "The energy signal here is somewhat abnormal."

"Maybe the demon sealed in the device is sick. This kind of thing happens all the time." Delau looked over and took a look and said nonchalantly.

The Dark Mechanicus shook his head. He could not match the Iron Warrior's skills in weaving demons into machines, but when it came to studying the habits of demons, no one except wizards could understand it better than the Dark Mechanicus. After all, in their theory In , demons, as an existing thing, naturally have very important research value.

While sending Delau a scientific report with detailed data and credible research conclusions, the Dark Mechanic Priest stated the refined conclusion, "This energy fluctuation often means that the devil has discovered delicious food, so what can make the devil feel... How delicious is it?"

Delao looked at it and answered, "Souls, bright and juicy souls... You mean the Eldar? Are there any Eldar participating in the battlefield?"

"I think so, they got here through the minutiae of the Webway, and I think they help the Imperial forces in an abstract way, like the Hydra Legions."

"Don't mention those idiots to me." Delao stuck out his tongue in disgust. Everyone knew the contradictions in the behavior of the Hydra Legion, and no one knew what attitude they had in participating in this battle.

Delau put on his helmet, put the surveillance ball into the rune of Iron Palm, and then walked out of the command room. He wanted to go to the front line to see for himself the beautiful scene of the imperial army being crushed, and then capture a few mischievous Eldar aliens for experimentation.

The hatch slowly closed, cutting off the heavy footsteps of the Iron Warriors. The Dark Mechanic Priest weaved a code and launched it.

Through the connection of special equipment, this code was sent to the leader of the Dark Mechanicus - Kal Bohar.

He was staying in a huge and terrifying research room, and the latest type of degraded creation was growing in the petri dish in front of him. Countless pipes inserted into the outer wall of the petri dish connect the hell cells where human slaves are stored and the Tau fast-growing human skin factory. These raw materials, measured in billions of tons, are continuously splashed on the degraded creation. With the help of billions of compression technology, massive amounts of raw materials are being continuously compressed.

"What's wrong? Can you read this information for so long?" Amaraja, who was hiding his identity, asked without looking back. He had the mantra "生" hanging in one hand and the mantra "attached" in the other hand. He is using the mysterious influence of the two mantras to further shape the shape of the degraded creation.

Kalbohar responded calmly, "My colleagues discovered signs of Eldar activities on Cadia."

"Those clown troupes of the Laughing God? They are indeed active in the shadows of Cadia."

"No, it's the Ark Spirit Clan."

"Oh ho ho, that's great!" Amaraga said with a smile, "The subject is coming, and my compatriots are just humble scouts of his power."

Seeing that Kalbohar, who had always been aloof, did not reply, Amaraga continued to ask, "Then what is going to be done next? The subject enters the battlefield, and the chaos in Cadia will be over in a few weeks. I That’s the best case scenario.”

"It doesn't matter how the battle in Cadia is going."

"You are so heartless. Abaddon has full trust in you."

"Him?" Kalbohar's indifferent tone changed slightly when he mentioned Abaddon. He said mockingly, "He was so carried away by the title of Warmaster that he really thought of himself as something special. Although Horus, the Wolf Shepherd God, did fall ill in the end, he was not a being that he could compare to. Space Marines should look like Space Marines, rather than blindly thinking about surpassing the original body. The two are essentially the same. There is an unbridgeable gap.”

"That's so true." Amaraja was so happy that she even moved her hands much faster.

"The subject is powerful enough to rival the gods, but unfortunately, the gods are bound in a mortal body." Kalbohar said, "As long as we make good use of the inherent weaknesses of mortals, the subject can follow us. anticipated actions.”