Warhammer: I don't want to become a stinky can!

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But he'd better not say anything now, or at least keep quiet about Deathguard's Zero Company.

Death Guards can be exceptional, but don't let others know what they're building.

"Perhaps it's because we're good at fighting aliens."

Finally, Mortarian said slowly.

I have a lot to do today, so don't wait for a second update. There might be none, or there might be.

Information about Druun is scarce. I modified the original process because this battle seems to be a solo show by White Scar, and it only involves ground combat without any three-dimensional warfare. The way the Legion discovered the aliens is also strange (not very reasonable). So I changed it to make it seem more reasonable.

Chapter 201 Druun Before the Battle

High above the planet's orbit, the skeleton of the Death Guard floated silently in the void, while fluorescence from the planet's surface created a halo around the fleet's metallic hull.

Inside the specially designed drop pod for the knights, Hades took a deep breath, awaiting a signal from the Moon Wolf main fleet.

After consultation, the two Primarchs chose to attack simultaneously from towns on both sides of the main city. The towns behind the city with more enemy psionic devices would be attacked by a small group of Death Guards led by Hades, while the other side would be attacked by a mixed force led by the two Primarchs.

Hades still remembered what Mortarion had said to him after he watched Horus depart.

"I did it on purpose."

The Primarch suddenly opened its mouth.

"Horus's interest lies with me, so let's keep his attention here."

Horus had requested that the Shadowmoon Wolves support Hades' army, but Mortarion replied absentmindedly that a frontal assault would suffice, and if Hades and his forces failed, they should be allowed to retreat.

Strategically speaking, attacking from the rear of the city is not very meaningful for winning the overall battle, because the border between the town and the main city is a large grassland that looks flat but is actually swampy. Even if this area is captured, it will not provide an opportunity for the entry of large-scale armored forces.

However, considering that those psionic devices might be amplifying the enemy's power, leaving them behind doesn't seem like a wise choice.

So Hades' army's mission was actually to remove these psionic devices scattered across the grasslands. As for attacking the city and joining up with the main force...

Those involved in the strategic analysis know that this is perhaps a tacit understanding between the two Primarchs.

But Hades knew that Mortarion genuinely believed Hades and his forces could storm the city, and the Primarch acted that way because he didn't want Horus to become curious.

In some ways, Mortarian actually makes good use of the label of being seen as a "freak" by the outside world, which can save him a lot of trouble or prevent others from thinking in certain ways.

Horus, of course, didn't think much of it, or perhaps he did. The wolf god thoughtfully told Mortarion to have faith in his offspring, and also praised Hades, saying that he thought Hades and his men could storm the city.

Motalian paused for a moment,

"But I need to fight alongside the Undertaker; the enemy is a psionic unit."

Hades paused in surprise.

"Don't you dislike psionicists?"

Mortarian blinked slowly.

"Yes, I don't like them, and I don't trust them."

"But apart from you, the untouchables of the Death Guard cannot appear directly in front of Horus."

"Think tanks are something most legions have, and Horus won't doubt them."

"And although I don't trust psionicists, I trust that my offspring should not give up any power they can utilize."

That's what they said, but when Mortarian led Zero-Legion and the others away, he still showed a disgusted expression, as if he were pinching his nose.

Hey! Can you at least control your expression?! Hades watched Ugo become depressed right before his eyes!

Half a standard Terra time ago, the fleet led by Moon Wolf had already begun orbital attacks on the target landing site. Light spears and macro cannons ignited the void, and at the edge of the line of sight, the beams that lit up the sky were trembling slightly, roaring as they crashed into the psionic shield above the planet, causing countless magnificent flowers to bloom in the atmosphere.

The bombing continued, and this silent attack would continue for some time until the Moon Wolves tore through the anti-aircraft coating that surrounded Druun.

It was like a gentle tap that created a crack in the eggshell.

[Alpha 03 mission in progress.]

Horus's voice rang out instantly in the channel, and Hades could feel his ship tremble violently as the Death Guard fleet began bombarding the target location.

As the Death Guards began their first wave of bombing, the Moon Wolves, having successfully breached the enemy's defenses, began deploying their air power. Thunderhawk fighters roared down from the highest layer of the planet's atmosphere to the ground. Under the cover of the Moon Wolves' bombing, the Thunderhawks made their final confirmation of the target locations and precisely bombed the areas suspected to be the enemy's heavy firepower.

Then came the overwhelming number of airdropped pods; they brought judgment, they brought death.

【drop--】

The warning lights flashed, drawing Hades' attention back. He took a deep breath and shifted his gaze from the image displayed on his helmet back to reality.

The Death Guards have successfully breached the enemy's defenses; now it's their turn to step in.

The hatch opened, exposing the lower part of the drop pod, and everyone inside felt a sudden sinking sensation.

"Sir, I'm a little nervous."

A voice came through the channel. Hades sighed and tapped the large object fixed beside him. The knight's black stone shell emitted a dull thud.

[Relax, all you have to do is follow my orders, Knicks.]

Time is of the essence. Hades can only conjure three Knights by hand at the moment, and because the pilots need to be trained, only one Ghost Knight can actually be deployed this time.

There was nothing that could be done about it. It would be asking too much of these untouchables who had been thrown into the Death Guard by Macado to learn how to control knights in such a short time.

The good news is that because the "machine soul" of the Ghost Knight, or operating system, is the highly subjective Ribo, they were able to manage to train someone who could pilot a Ghost Knight. The red-haired man with freckles standing next to Hades is the most qualified one among them.

"What are you afraid of?! We're knights now! Charge! Fire! I'll assist you with the shooting! Even if you're trembling like a leaf, I'll still let you crush those aliens!"

Ruibo's angry voice roared from the channel, and Hades felt as if his eardrums had been injured.

【Um】

The Knicks responded almost imperceptibly.

Listen to me, no one is allowed to charge unless I tell them to.

Hades' stern voice rang out, instantly silencing the two noisy people.

【Understood.】*2

Hades sighed inwardly; why did this seem so unreliable?

Fortunately, he led more than just these forces; however, Hades needed to stay away from his main force when releasing the Dark Domain.

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Chapter 202 Liberating Druen (Part 1)

Smoke billowed, ashes danced with flames, the earth trembled, the sky was torn apart, and giants emerged from the war machine of steel and fire, death gleaming eerily as it sliced ​​across the curved scythe of the Grim Reaper.

"For the Emperor! For the Wolf God!!!"

Abaddon, shouting the glory of the Wolf God, led his First Company brothers to the front lines of the war, where the psionic-controlled masses surged like a tidal wave.

But for these war machines, the trouble is never these physically weak mortals.

Blasphemous psionic light danced among the crowd, as if an invisible giant hand was directing the masses. The moment Abaddon approached the enemy, an unbearable pressure immediately weighed on his shoulders, almost causing him to kneel down.

What followed was an attack on his soul and mind; his vision blurred, his blood vessels constricted, and a sense of powerlessness crept into his body as the weapon in his hand was about to strike—

found it.

Abaddon suddenly raised his hand, bullets whistling through the crowd, heads exploding, blood splattering everywhere. A hysterical scream echoed from Abaddon's soul, causing a brief blank in his vision. After a buzzing sound, everything returned to calm, and the battlefield was back before his eyes.

Abaddon blinked hard, finally seeing the alien body he had shattered in the distance. Tentacles drooped limply from the human's neck, slime trailing down to the ground.

These psionic aliens hid among the crowd and used their psionic powers to attack them.

Abaddon steadied himself and continued directing his squad in the cleanup operation. Psionic creatures have always been one of the Legion's most hated enemies, because apart from the Think Tank, no one knows what kind of damage these unstable elements can cause them.

But the warriors were not in low spirits; on the contrary, they were quite excited because two demigods were fighting alongside them on this small battlefield.

The valiant Primarch was with his brother Death, in the very center of the battlefield, precisely reaping lives. Even though neither Primarch had given any orders, everyone's attention seemed to be focused there, whether on their side or the enemy's.

The Primarch is a born demigod.

Horus glanced at Mortarion imperceptibly. The cries of those alien creatures resonated unbearably in his soul, but the wolf god did not show it. Horus continued to inspire his warriors to fight bravely with his own actions.

Horus knew that his existence could provide his warriors with considerable faith support, and a strong faith was the best defense against psionic attacks.

But compared to the roaring Moon Wolves, the Death Guard was unusually silent, just like Mortalian himself.

The Death Guards, their armor dimmed, seemed to blend into the background. They silently killed the enemy and silently resisted the front lines, making the Moon Wolves, who fought alongside the Death Guards, feel no sense of "fighting together."

The same was true for Mortalian. Surrounded by the Deathguard's intellectual sphere, the Primarch, wielding a scythe in one hand and a gun in the other, steadily advanced step by step. Each flash of the Netherflame signified the death of an alien creature.

To Horus's surprise, Mortarion was not as tired and weak as he appeared. Mortarion was much like a seriously ill person, and he also had some research in pharmacology, which led Horus to believe that Mortarion would be a support type or a latent type Primarch.

But what he hadn't imagined was that Mortarion was actually a Primarch who excelled at direct combat, especially prolonged battles.

Even though Mortarian's every breath sounded like the wheezing of a dying tuberculosis patient, the Grim Reaper's scythe moved steadily and smoothly, his advance never faltering. Surrounded by the silent Death Guards, the battle line was moving at an undeniable pace, and the enemy was inevitably heading towards collapse.

Horus thought that if the Shadowmoon Wolves weren't here, any intelligent enemy would probably feel genuine fear in the face of the Death Guard.

This is a silent army that does not respond to the enemy; they simply advance, silently crushing the battle lines.

But that's only now. On battlefields without Primarchs, and on battlefields with more enemy psionic units, the Death Guard probably won't last long.

The opponent was using psionic attacks after all, and Mortarian was too confident in his team.

Horus thought to himself, while simultaneously planning tactics for if the raid on the city's rear failed.

Maintain formation, move forward.

Hades stood atop the Ghost Knight, behind the Hades-type Terminator armor was a flying pack he had handcrafted; given enough tech points, even a Terminator could fly.

Holding a white gun, he aimed at the tentacle heads in the enemy crowd from a distance. Those small tentacles simply wrapped around the human's head and stared at the Death Guards with eerie white eyes.

Bullets were fired at Hades from time to time, but a burst of fluorescent light caused the Void Shield mounted on the knight to stop them.

Because of the untouchable nature of the Wraiths, Hades and the Knights are currently positioned further back on the front lines. The guns and cannons mounted on the Wraiths are firing in unison, providing fire support for the Death Guards on the front lines. After Hades and Nix have been clearing out the psionic creatures for the front-line warriors from a distance, the Death Guards have found it much easier and smoother to deal with the crowds.

Since Hades and Nyx are both untouchables, killing those psionic creatures will not cause them any substantial damage. Therefore, Hades and the Wanderer killed a large number of tentacle aliens in a short period of time.

The Death Guards also tacitly gave way to them so that Hades and his men could better kill the aliens.

The battle line advanced steadily, and soon, a strange light appeared at the edge of everyone's vision.

Flesh and blood twisted, forming a small altar with tentacles and groaning human bodies. Waves of warp were visible to the naked eye, and ominous light rippled like ocean waves.

A narrow door, barely slit in the ground, stood atop the altar. Small tentacles squeezed out from it, falling with a thud onto the naked human lying beneath the door. They wriggled and gnawed at the human's brain, who was clearly still alive, groaning weakly.

This is too... this is too?!

[Your Majesty!!!]

The Knicks' wailing echoed through the channel, and he, sharing the same senses with the Cavaliers, was probably the one who saw it most clearly among everyone present, besides Hades.

Kill them! Kill them!

This is why we're here! Kill them!

Ruibo's trembling, angry voice came from the channel. The scene, similar to her own before, aroused her pity and anger. Her roar mingled with Knicks' wails.

Hades ignored the two men and calmly observed the situation; the distance was about right.

He activated the front-line communications, and it was clear that the closer they got to the altar, the more difficult it became for the death guards at the forefront to move.

[All units, after a short advance, hold your positions and create an opening in the southwest for the knights to escape.]

【receive. 】

Blanca's voice came through the channel as the veterans from the Seventh Company expertly unleashed another barrage of fire on the enemy, clearing obstacles for the knights' charge in a moment.

【alright. 】

Hades patted the big guy he was standing on.

[Prepare to charge; just rush to the edge of that altar.]

His response was the sudden roar of the mech beneath his feet.

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Chapter 203 Liberating Druen (Part Two)

The bone-white battle line split open from within, and tall wandering spirits rushed out from it. A strong wind whistled past their ears, chainsaws roared, and heat scorched everything. The crowd, swaying like zombies, splattered and blood and mud were scattered.

The wandering spirit violently carved a bloody path through the sea of ​​flesh and blood.