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

This Abaddon gave an order to Harkon the World-Taker, telling him to go and conduct an armed investigation. On the other side, the command posts of the Iron Warriors and the Black Templars exploded.

As Abaddon said, the conflict between Perturabo and Dorne is irreconcilable, so their descendants attack each other with deep hatred.

Originally, the Iron Warriors were just cooperating with Abaddon's Black Legion's attack, and the Black Templars were only responsible for blocking the Black Legion's invasion. As a result, this war zone became the main battleground between the Iron Warriors and the Black Templars' interstellar warriors. On one of the battlefields, the Black Legion, which was originally responsible for the main offensive force, seemed a little tame under the anger of the Iron Warriors who hated the children of Dorn.

Now a war blacksmith threw the telescope he used to observe the results of the shelling on the ground, and then he yelled at the encrypted communication system in a irritable tone.

"What happened? Did I hear something damning?"

"They said that our father shamefully joined the empire, and even sent two coordinates provocatively!"

"Who did this? Is it the retarded members of the Hydra Legion? Or did the Emperor's son take medicine and hit his head? How dare you say such a bastard?"

"The point is not only that, but there is also a statement from Dorne behind it. Did you hear it? That voice... As soon as I hear that voice, I will feel an unknown fire coming up... Is this witchcraft? Or something else?”

"I don't know what that is! I just know that these bastards who forged news deserve to be damned! And they should be left to that bastard Honso to throw these idiots into the devil's womb and raise them!"

The encrypted communication channel was filled with the fierce and merciless shouts and curses of the war blacksmiths, and only their shouts and curses. Any Iron Warriors with a lower rank than them have no say at all. They only need to remain silent like a tool and function according to the War Blacksmith's will.

But the situation today is a little different. A calm voice intervened in the war blacksmith's anger, "I think that news may be true. My genes are telling me that it is the voice of the Iron Lord."

"Whose child is this? You have such a low military rank, how dare you express your opinion!" A war blacksmith sneered coldly, and then traced the bold steel warrior through the communication channel.

"That's the voice of the Iron Master, balabalabala~" Another war blacksmith also spoke. Compared to the former's enthusiasm for opening boxes, he preferred to repeat the idiot's words and then type them back. As was his wont in war, the Imperial artillery had suffered heavy losses from his artillery counterattacks. "You haven't fucking heard the Iron Lord speak! You haven't! Me neither! The only thing we can see is the Iron-Blooded battleship and the various robots surrounding him!"

"That's right. The only way to contact Iron Master is to use a computer, but that thing can only send text, not sound." Another melancholy and depressed voice sounded.

"Don't infect this channel with your temperament! Torufu! It's because the current Iron Warriors have you group of frustrated cowards that the Iron Lord will leave us! I'm really disappointed that the Zombie War failed to kill you feel disappointed!"

"Then you can try again now, Bakr. I'll be waiting for you here." Tolufu responded to the threat of war blacksmith Bakr without fear.

"Stop making noise!" A loud roar came, and then the private communication channel was controlled by the silent war blacksmith Claude. He muted everyone's voices, leaving only a dialog box for them to type and communicate.

The private communication channel was quiet, but this was only temporary. Soon another war blacksmith would angrily break through the blockade and let himself take over the authority, so Claude did not waste time on noisy and reprimanding sessions. I took a picture of a map of Cadia and two coordinates.

"These are the coordinates mentioned by those two voices. They are very close to Black Stone Tower No. ."

[That is the area that blacksmith Delau is responsible for. We can ask him. And turn our mic off, you self-consciously great bastard! 】

[Here is the contact information for the blacksmith Delau. I have had business dealings with him. I'll give you half a minute to turn on the mic, otherwise I'll let the troops hit your head with a cannonball! I've found out your coordinates, right? 】

[Fuck you! That's my position! If you dare to fire, I will smash all the demon engines and degraded bodies on your head! You idiot, can't you even understand reverse tracking? 】

【? 】

【? Where is your mother? , I will scold you right here, if you don’t accept it, come over and beat me! 】

The dialog box became lively again, and Claude didn't even have the mood to glance at it, so he directly called the blacksmith Delau.

The phone signal was transmitted into the subspace and entered a huge signal station jointly manufactured by the war blacksmiths. It was filled with Tzeentch demons to strengthen the incoming and outgoing signals. It is currently in good use, but it is often needed. Just whip the Tzeentch demons inside so they don't add fuel to the message.

Claude listened nervously and irritably to the screams and hisses on the phone, and it took a small minute for him to answer the call.

"Hey?"

Claude frowned. He heard the emotions of confusion, confusion, shrinking, and melancholy from this voice, and these emotions weaved an image of a coward in his mind, which was far from the pursuit of the Iron Warriors.

One of the Corpse King's lackeys picked up Delau's phone? This shouldn't be the case. Even if Drau can't defeat him, his demonic engines will be able to cover his retreat.

Claude guessed in his heart that he felt that Delau must have been dazzled by the two pieces of news just now and plunged directly into the trap of the imperial troops.

He lowered his tone and became ferocious and terrifying. As long as the mortals living in his factory hear the lingering sound of his voice, they will collapse to the ground unable to move in fear.

"You used a trap to deceive the great Iron Warriors? Hahaha... Very good, very good... But your victory is only temporary. We will use more firepower to crush your insignificant defense line."

"I am Telekre, the adjutant of War Blacksmith Drau, and my identification code is..."

"Oh...that's it." Claude was a little embarrassed. He coughed slightly to regain his voice, "What about Delau? He has been killed in battle?"

"He...he was killed in action."

"You sound so weak, are you really the Iron Warrior? I thought I was talking to a boneless slave!"