Warhammer: Rise of the Star Gods

Sigma couldn't immediately understand the meaning of "climbing over the wall", but it didn't stop him from knowing that it was not a good word.

The crack in space healed, the armor started to alarm, and Sigma, who detected the flip of space, cursed secretly.

There was no movement on the outer armor layer, and the lines on the inner armor lit up, leading Sigma to break away from the influence of the space flip, leave this place, and return to the base.

Those mechs who were still fighting the orcs would not go back. In order to prevent the orcs from having the means to protect their own soldiers, they pounced on the orcs and chose to self-destruct. They would save money by blowing up one, but they would make a profit by blowing up both.

"It's too late to stop them, and it's too late to intercept the data they got. Forget it, let's wait until later."

With a sigh in his heart, Barus sent the news back to Goka Maoka.

One of the goals was to interrupt the evolution of active life, and plan one failed.

Sigma found that he seemed to be in a closed space, and his consciousness spread out without returning, so he wanted to raise his hand and touch it.

The clamshell hatch was opened in advance, and the scenery outside was very familiar, the core area of ​​the Carnivorous King's Court.

"Hello, the new armor has been delivered. Please adapt as soon as possible. The latitude stabilizer has been turned on. Please do not use psychic powers unless necessary."

Outside the cabin door, Nagash was startled when he saw Sigma, and then said what he should say.

Sigma, who had never seen Nagash, looked at the big-boned guy in front of him and felt that this guy was a specially created NPC.

Seeing that the opponent could use a high-end customized teleportation array, Nagash chose to ignore it.

The edges of the transparent spherical shield are constantly twisting and struggling, and you can see the world outside dying.

The remains of dead soldiers, scrapped vehicles, and the rocks and surfaces were all turned inside out and inside out.

Green light swept across all objects without shield protection, the sky revealed the dark color of the cosmic background, and the vastness of space was shattered at an exponential speed.

At this moment, the big man thought about the time when he used to work in dermatology and treat blackheads. The difference is that now he has blackheads and they are being squeezed out.

"Is this successful? Are there no means left in the space?"

"After the boss created the space, he left on his own and only told us to act accordingly."

During the conversation, colorful lights lit up in the distance, and the Necrons activated the hypercube maze. The Star God fragments released their power to fight against the distortion of the world. They were the first to leave.

After a while, after the space was completely flipped, it shrank, collapsed, and returned to zero with lightning speed.

The fleets of the four races were at such a close range, staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes.

The orcs, who had planned for a long time, opened fire first. Barus' original intention was to unleash all his strength on the other three tribes without distinction. There was no main target, they were all main targets!

I never thought that the spirit tribe seemed to have a serious illness that could not be cured without treatment.

It's not that they have any special hobbies, it's mainly that the Eldar's positioning is very poor. They planned to run away at first. The structure of the battleship is not suitable for hard fighting. They always like to fight at a distance.

As a result, everyone was face to face in terms of distance, but the Eldar's buttocks were facing others.

What else is there to say?

If you don’t kick the Spirit Tribe’s ass hard, will you be worthy of this great opportunity and worthy of yourself?

The other two families also saw Douya's predicament and followed suit.

Caledor yelled in the channel that he hit the wrong person, the Carnivorous Court is over there!

Barrus said that he was right, I was hitting the Eldar!

Noleutis even bluntly said that who is not beaten by beating? Why do you talk so much?

Sigma shut up and said nothing. The Eldar's illusion technology failed, but the disguise remained. Sigma, who couldn't tell which one was the flagship, ordered to focus on the big one and fight.

When the fight was at its peak, Belshaner came with his fleet. They forcefully intervened in the battle and saved the Caledor fleet that was being attacked.

Although the battle situation was a bit chaotic at this time and the formations of the major fleets were a bit out of shape, the basic structure was still there.

However, after Belshaner's fleet gathered the Caledorian fleet, they started fighting among themselves.

The reason was that the covering fire of a family fleet accidentally injured friendly forces. This was considered reasonable. The battle formation was out of shape, so accidental damage was normal.

As a result, the commander of the ship that was accidentally damaged had a personal grudge against the commander of the fleet, and believed that the other party was deliberately playing cold shots.

Therefore, he fought back in the name of "suffering an unknown attack and launching a targeted counterattack along the incident trajectory."

The commander of the escort fleet covering the retreat saw a Necron dynasty that had killed his own family's assassins and caused his family's ranking to drop. He was commanding the fleet to fire on the Necron without paying attention to his men's actions.

The other ships thought that the commander did it on purpose, maybe because the support force had some friction with their own commander, and ignored him.

Then on both sides is "Listen to my explanation" and on the other side is "I don't listen, I don't listen."

As the fighting continued, the war spread to other Eldar units.

Some Eldar took advantage of the chaos to go out to fight against the orcs or resume their old careers and assassinate the Necron King; some joined the melee and carried out evil attacks on families that they did not deal with.

The reason why they dared to play this way was simple: Caledor and Belsiana took Aenario back to the Pantheon to report, and the fleet commander was not at home.

On the Necron side, Noriotis was busy arranging the installation of the Hypercube Labyrinth, and the wartime command was given to his various overlords.

Unlike the King of France, who had slept for tens of millions of years, the overlords had more or less great friction with the other two races.

Some overlords, formerly lords, took over because their superiors were defeated by Eldar assassins/orc gravediggers.

For the sake of justice, and more importantly, for the sake of one's own reputation, hunting down those families and clans has become a necessary political task.

Considering that the local organization of the Necrons is not monolithic, it is quite normal for everyone to fight and kill.

As a result, the formation of the Necrons also became chaotic, and everyone began to fight in their own way.

As for the orcs, since Barrus went back to report on his duties, they naturally joined the melee.

But the reasons are not the same.

Some orcs felt that it was a pity that the battleship parts were flying around like this. It was better to collect the things themselves and carry forward the quality of diligent and tidy people so that they could be recycled.

Some orcs think that since the matter is over, let's fight first. You've come here, if you don't fight, it won't be easy to explain when you go back.

Dozens of orc troops, because they had been tricked by the Eldar, angrily went to trouble the Eldar to vent their anger on themselves.

A small number of traditionalists began to unite with like-minded Eldar who believed that the Necrons were the number one enemy, and together they conquered the Necrons.

They fought together with the Necrons, who were also traditionalists, and started an ancient duel.

The Royal Court Fleet, which was supposed to be the protagonist and was attacked by three parties, found that few fleets were attacking it. Every race, every ship, and every person had their own thing to do.

"New here, want to go boat racing?"

This is an invitation from the orcs.

"Don't be a coward, young man, have confidence in your skills."

This is a message from the undead.

"Hairless monkey, you won't dare to come, right?"

This is the Eldar.

The Sigma man who received the invitation was already dumbfounded. His mind could not understand that this was a battlefield! No matter what they say, they are still fighting. At least I can explain, what do you mean by this cosmic race?

"Rookie, if you don't dare to come, send a boat out to be the referee. We need a neutral referee!"

In silence, a cruiser was sent to serve as a multi-purpose starting gun.

Look at the three-color tail flames in the distance, two green and one blue, and the fleet battle in front of you.

He didn't see any of the war art of ancient races here. He could only say that these guys were really clear about grudges and straightforward in their dealings.