Warhammer: Decided to take the route of stars surrounding the warp

Mistampol is eating the latest mushroom soup. The mushrooms cultured in the deepest part of the iron mine are large and thick, making them the perfect choice for making mushroom soup. Even those green-skinned chefs are not very interesting, and they are really a waste of resources.

Suddenly, there was a "boom", and a huge metal head fell from the large yard in front of the iron ore area. The bomb inside was so dizzy from the fall that it barely managed to crawl out.

The greenskins who were watching the excitement came out quickly, thinking it was an enemy attack, and rushed towards the cannon to explode.

In the meeting hall, Mistampol looked at the bomb that fell from the sky and was smashed into pieces. Now it was tied into a big rice dumpling and thrown on the ground.

"Did you really blow up a bunch of big cans?"

"It's absolutely true. The leader of the can was a big guy with a shiny golden pattern on the front. I saw him and 8 other big cans walk into my Gorge Fearless Baby, and then it exploded. It was probably It was completely dead, and there were dozens of cans surrounding it, at least half of them were empty.”

Mistampol knew the power of the explosion. Even in the iron ore area, he could see mushroom clouds tens of kilometers high with enhanced vision. Ask yourself, even a body as strong as its own cannot survive an explosion of that level.

"Good job, come here, untie it, and reward it with two thousand teeth." Mistempor's voice spread throughout the iron ore base. This is a lot of money, enough to buy more than 20 fear tin cans from other big mechanics.

"But you lost Brother Wuwei. Well, even though it was you who did it, you still have to be punished. You have to study things that can go to the sky. Recently, we have been bombarded too hard by those interstellar cans. There is no reason for us to be attacked by Xiami. Hit with pressure." The clear distinction between rewards and punishments is the basis of leadership, and of course, this news made him happy. It's a huge profit to trade a godlike mecha for a chapter leader.

"Oh, by the way, this flying head is for my brother King Kong."

Mistempor was calculating the remaining time. The green-skinned army had been delayed for a day. This time they severely damaged their headquarters. It was estimated that they would have to slow down for another day. The chirping psychic boy has not yet engaged with the opponent. , asked them to act later, and asked Ulutan to speed up the progress, and it took three days. This rounding off means that the victory is guaranteed.

Paobao left the warlord meeting hall and returned to his residence. At this time, his technician boy and technician brother basically followed Goge Wuwei. He returned to the state of being alone again, but at this moment he was already alone. It’s completely different. Mistempel’s words just now awakened him. Just flying a big head is not enough. He needs to make a more waaaaaagh flying machine. There is no other way. He just got two thousand teeth. He doesn’t pretend anymore and has a showdown. I am a millionaire.

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The third group of the fourth company was about to arrive at the designated location. The small bird servant mounted on the motorcycle showed that there was strange energy at the extreme distance underground scanned by the bird servant. Deputy team leader Keshevich directly used the special sonar on his motorcycle.

The vast sea of ​​snow seemed to be endless. The Astartes wandered on the ground of this strange energy source, but they never found the entrance.

"Is there a possibility that this is an ancient wreckage buried underground?"

"You mean there's no way down from the top? What should we do, blow it up?"

"You prodigal thing, is this how melta bombs are used? Call the mortal auxiliary army to dig them out." William was the first to reject the proposal.

"I think we can call the fleet for an orbital bombardment."

"Gajie, are you showing off your brain? You don't even know what's down there and you want to blow it up. What if it's a large reactor or a bomb? You might blow up the entire area."

"That's right, who did you learn this bad habit of wanting to explode at every sight?" As soon as Yifeng finished speaking, Jiajie stared at him. Did you learn it from me? I don't want to explode that much either. Thing, it’s not like that...

"Do you think it could be an ancient stc template?"

"No way, absolutely impossible."

The stc template is a mechanical creation left over from the golden age. It is the total storage of almost all ancient human technologies. It is commonly known as the standard construction template. Different technologies can be combined according to your requirements. It is the last guarantee for the previous human colonies to maintain the technological level. Almost every colony will need the help of stc templates to design colonial buildings and build necessary technological creations such as shelters and power stations.

Over time, most of them become corrupted, no longer reliable, or their errors become incomprehensible. Every STC template, even if it is incomplete, is a treasure that the Mechanicus covets. The Mechanicus will extract useful ancient technology from it at all costs, even if it is incomplete.

A functioning, complete stc template is considered a perfect creation that only exists in history. If it can be found, the pinnacle technology of the human empire can be restored and humanity can return to the throne of the galaxy.

"Do you think the people on this planet are fools? Haven't they ever scanned their own planet? Stc templates emit signals very stably. Judging from the current situation, this signal is likely to have only started recently. Do you think it could be the tomb pyramid of the Necron that was awakened by stimulation?"

While everyone was having a heated discussion, a sudden voice appeared.

"Bah~~Bah~~can you hear it? Can the third group hear it?"

An unstable call came over the Astartes communication channel.

"The third group has received it, please repeat. The third group has received it, please speak."

"Third~呲~ come to the A5C8 area to gather, quickly~呲~head to the~呲~pit of B2C1, the enemy is seriously injured~呲~chapter leader~呲~, attack with all your strength!"

The communication channel seemed to be experiencing great interference, and the voice of Zhan Ke, commander of the fourth company, was intermittent.

But I don't have time to deal with communication issues now.

"What! The Chapter Leader is seriously injured!"

"Don't talk nonsense. It's not certain that the Chapter Commander was seriously injured. It's possible that the Chapter Commander issued a new order after hearing who was seriously injured."

"No matter who is seriously injured, we must rush over immediately."

Everyone immediately increased the speed of the anti-gravity motorcycle to the maximum. They had a bad premonition that no matter who was seriously injured, they were important enough to be explained in the group communication.

All 73 Astartes in the Fourth Company quickly arrived at the assembly position. When William led the team to arrive, the other Astartes actually established defensive positions on the spot.

"Captain Zhan Ke, we are here. The communication was interfered by unknown interference just now. What is the situation now?"

"William, the leader of the Stormwill Chapter entered the trap and was seriously injured. A large number of their first company veterans were seriously injured or died."

Everyone in the third group was silent. The previous war was progressing so smoothly that no one expected such an accident.

"The German-Italian Chapter Commander asked us to stay vigilant and go to the B2C1 area to join the large forces. That is where the green-skinned warlords first arrived and is also their base camp."

"Now, I order that wherever more than 15 Astartes are assembled, the first warriors to arrive at the assembly point will immediately establish a defensive position. Where there are more than 30 Astartes, the first warriors to arrive at the assembly point will build a defense. There must be bomb-proof caves in the position, everyone, listen to me, from now on we must fortify the stronghold and fight the war."

"But, company commander, our advantage..."

"Our advantage is that we have more people and better equipment. The seven warships in the sky have begun non-stop orbital bombardment of the iron ore area. One thousand six hundred Astartes cannot defeat a green-skinned Idol Dreadnought technology level. Invasion, then let’s all go on the Atonement Crusade.”

73 motorcycles set off in a mighty manner, aiming directly at the B2C1 area. Along the way, they raided multiple greenskin foundries and mushroom gardens. Their swiftness as the wind and aggression as fire were vividly demonstrated by them, and Yifeng learned solid practical skills.

the other side.

The Stormmind Chapter and the Shadowbane Chapter are advancing rapidly, and any greenskin army, whether it is a killing can, a psychic boy or other strange armored creation, will be torn to pieces by the angry Astartes.

The giant rat hiding in the iron ore area, the emperor's punishment is coming!

The veteran troops led by Deika, the leader of the Green Templar Chapter, quickly raided many important greenskin material points, including the residence of the psychic boy, the handicraft factory of the mechanic boy, their airstrip, etc., followed by a large number of Mortals armed with promethium-fueled flamethrowers and conscripts from arctic fortresses seeking revenge for the loss of their kin.

All Astartes are approaching the iron ore base, surrounded on three sides, and they vow to crush the enemy to ashes.

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"Lord Mistempor, the big baby is ready."

"Well, Ultan, you did very well."

The green-skinned warlord Mistempor also fell into a desperate situation. Continuous orbital bombardment made the entire base crumbling. Three of the base's invincible positions had been burned down. If it hadn't been for the artillery bombing to make five spare ones, they would not have been able to survive. If he couldn't hold on now, he would be blown into ashes.

The greenskins under them have long been ready to make a move. For them, artillery fire is the best music in the world. However, except for the spherical space covered by the force field, all the surrounding materials have been turned into fly ash. If there is no gunpowder smoke, then from a distance The entire base looks like a chopstick with a watermelon on it. The pitiful rock below supports the huge spherical base. The chopstick will soon be blown off by artillery fire, and the base will fall to the lower level, and then Fry another chopstick out. No matter how courageous the greenskins were, they would not dare to go out under such fire.

Mistambol walked to the lower level of the base, Ultan accompanying him. The super-large murder weapon that it started building under the orders of the great warlord as soon as it arrived at the iron mine, its lifetime of hard work finally came to be accepted.

On the other side, Pao Zha was being admired by a large number of technician boys. The surging waaaaaagh energy surged in. All kinds of growth hormones in Pao Zha's body surged rapidly. Just when he finished telling his heroic deeds, his own size It's obviously grown a lot.

After installing his own backup flying device on Maoge King Kong, he needed more manpower to complete another of his great ideas.

Before it came to this planet, Paobo was still a mechanic boy, helping some ordinary green-skinned boys repair their weapons in his den every day. It was born on the green skin's "spaceship", an asteroid with a hollowed-out interior. They also stored many meteorites and used the hollowed-out interior as a landing module.

People often come to recruit technicians to go to the front of the asteroid to make "landing modules". Since this job can get a lot of teeth, everyone is rushing to go there. There are very few opportunities to go and earn "this big money". . At that time, it was thinking that it would be such a waaaaaaaagh thing if it could build its own meteorite drop cabin alone.

Later, Paobo and a few of his poor friends got into the airborne pod under the command of Ulutan's Great Technocrat, and followed the large army to the ground. They looked at a few green-skin quilts sitting outside. It was smashed into meat patties, and it thought it would be nice if a deceleration system was added.

Later, he especially liked bombs, or in other words, all greenskins like waaaaaaagh things that can blow up a large area, but he especially likes to make them. Whenever he makes a big bombing thing, he feels a special sense of accomplishment. Until that time when the sewer fence was blown up, his green skin career changed completely.

Then it saw the Empire's Lightning Assault Fighter and Thunder Heavy Fighter. These beautiful fighters drew smooth arcs in the air, but their firepower was so fierce that Guobo wanted to build one of his own.

Now that it has experience in making flying heads, it wants to integrate all the technologies it has mastered to create the most waaaaaaaaaagh aircraft.

It now has the instruction of the great warlord Mistempor, and can gather people and build its ideas with great fanfare, but in the end it is its choice whether to let Mistempor use it.

Unknowingly, the waaaaaaaaagh energy surrounding the bombardment has become very huge. It is so huge that it can trigger a massive green-skin frenzy. Even it itself does not realize that it no longer regards the words of the great warlord as An absolute command.

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The war is cruel. A greenskin extermination battle involving 1,600 Astartes has already resulted in the loss of nearly a hundred Astartes. This is a very tragic loss. Every Emperor has died. Angels represent the accumulation of huge resources of the human empire. No one is willing to continue to expand this loss. All Astartes have surrounded the iron ore base. The bird servants on the battleship scanned the planet three times at any cost and confirmed this The largest waaaaaaaagh force field is here, or in other words, the greenskin warlord is here.

Complete his work in one battle, kill the aliens, and pay for the blood debt with blood!

On this desolate battlefield, the spherical base in the middle of the pit is so eye-catching. The genetic sons of the Imperial Fists, known for their defense, will use their hands to re-explain the meaning of the name of the Legion. They are the most powerful in the Empire. The fist will now be struck at the empire's most hated enemy.

Deika, the leader of the Green Templar Chapter, stood on a big rock, his energy drained from his dantian, and he roared at the enemy in front: "You useless greenskins, you are just a coward who only cowers at home. Your ancestors were influenced by our genes." My father massacred you in Ullanor, and the head of that useless green-skinned warlord Urrak Ulruk still hangs in our history museum. I used to be able to hunt you to the ends of the earth, but now I can still kill you to pieces. Not to stay. Come out, cowards, and come to receive the Emperor's punishment."

The orbital strike has stopped, and even rich people such as the Storm Will Chapter cannot maintain high-intensity continuous bombardment. After the Storm Will Chapter leader was seriously injured, the strategic commander was replaced by Deika, the Green Templar Chapter leader.

Deyika found the right moment and fired a salvo from six warships, successfully paralyzing the greenskins' last invincible force field. It took 20 minutes for the fleet to reload, but it probably only took ten minutes for the greenskins to repair the invincible force field generator. In these ten minutes, it was the final battle between the Space Marines and the green-skinned warlords.

Without too many words, the fear cans were finally awakened by Mistempol. Thousands of fear tin cans were surrounding Mistempol's Maoge King Kong, and their brightly polished blades and huge-caliber cannons were all in danger. Showing their fighting prowess. Sanchier, the psionic giant and the great green-skinned wizard, maintains powerful waaaaaaaafg energy to amplify Mao GeKang's invincible position. The green-skinned pure elite army, which is very rare in previous battles, completely reveals his minions.

The Leman Russ tanks and Baneblade tanks commanded by Shadow Blade have already constructed a large number of artillery positions and started bombarding them. Rocket extended-range ammunition and Doomsday Cannon and Baneblade Cannon shells were thrown at them for free. They needed to defeat the enemy quickly. Fang's force field, airborne lightning assault fighters and thundering heavy fighters also poured firepower from the sky. The mortal auxiliaries aid the Space Marines to the best of their ability.

The Astartes have also taken action. Who said that only you greenskins can use psychic powers?

The Great Thinker of Storm Will and the Great Thinker of Green Templar took off their helmets at the same time and took action together. Black clouds rolled up in the sky. After brewing for a long time, a powerful psychic lightning bombarded down, instantly overloading the green skin. Invincible force field, bloody hand-to-hand combat begins.

Thousands of Astartes rushing towards the enemy from all directions is a very spectacular sight. These Astartes in the Green Templar, who are famous for their speed, rushed to the front of the battle line almost instantly.

Yifeng followed Team Leader William closely, and beside him was Deputy Team Leader Keshevich. The bolters in everyone's hands opened fire quickly, and the enemy's firepower was not to be outdone. Although the greenskin's weapons were not accurate, the firepower of thousands of Terror Cans did not require accuracy at all, and the blast was done.

On the Goge King Kong, a god-like mecha dedicated to melee combat, the chain ax was whirring, and the huge meteor hammer was thrown into the wind.

The Iron Cavalry Terminator Warrior rushed to the front. As a relatively rare model of the Green Temple, the Iron Cavalry Type finally stood up at the most important moment. Although it suffered heavy casualties, it successfully covered its teammates and advanced to the best combat distance. Veterans of the various Legions of Astartes were the first to charge into the enemy ranks.

Within three feet of you and me, life and death are only a matter of seconds. I'm sorry, but in a competition of speed, I, the son of the White Scar, have never lost.