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

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No blood and flesh splattered, no roars and howls; in the indifferent universe, only flashes of light and steel can leave faint traces.

Only reason and data, only coldness and hardness.

Millions of years of accumulation have led to the battle between these two races here, and the blood and tears of hundreds of millions of people are only enough to pay for a small explosion.

In the universe, only war remains.

Peturabo's lips curled up unconsciously. The fact that he was battling against the raging data and the cold images projected back by the sensors made his brain feel hot.

But he soon realized something was wrong.

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Nas raised his head and looked up at the sky above the fleet he was leading. The alien fleet was changing in a dazzling formation, with every gap filled by light spears.

Nass was certain that if it were still a fear of death, it would probably have been pierced by the opponent's massive beam of light by now, or melted away screaming in the face of the massive radiation.

But it is no longer so; it no longer has a physical body.

The massive amount of radiation only made its metallic body feel a slight warmth.

Perhaps it should be afraid, because the outermost layer of the Jackal-class raiding ships in its fleet is peeling away layer by layer, just like the festering skin of the Deathbringers.

But it doesn't matter.

Nas can be resurrected. Even if the entire fleet it leads is destroyed, they will open their eyes again in the shallow tomb of Wenmas. And there are plenty of such ships; they can just open them again.

Nas's goal was to find information about the Star God fragment; the King didn't care about anything else.

It doesn't care.

The opposing ships were trying to escape; they needed speed, even greater speed. Nass wanted to shorten the naval battle as much as possible. As the governor, the fact that he was far away from the king he was protecting made him uneasy.

To ensure speed, only the necessary Jackal-class raiding ships were separated from the fleet to draw fire at Nass's signal, while the rest of the main fleet remained firmly on the Fourth Knight.

Coming.

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Mortarian silently watched the Bird Servant, upon which a chaotic mass of light green friendly ships lay tangled and compressed in a dazzling display.

But no matter how Peturabo manipulated his ships, the red enemy force still tore a straight gash through, and their target—

It was the Fourth Knight, where Mortarion was stationed.

Mortarian silently watched the enemy ship, on which red fragments occasionally fell off and turned gray. Mortarian knew that it was a raiding ship that had been sacrificed to ensure the speed of the main fleet.

what.

Motalian felt as if he had returned to the battlefield of Galaspa, at this moment just as he had at that time.

But the Death Guard's position has long since changed.

The only thing that puzzled Mortalian was the purpose of these alien races.

Why were they so relentlessly pursuing his fleet, even after he had ceased his ground support operations?

Perhaps that's just how aliens are; they can't think about each other from a human perspective.

Motari lowered his eyes absentmindedly.

The communication channel with Peturabo was constantly buzzing with static, but Peturabo never uttered a single word.

Meanwhile, on the Bird Oracle's side, the Iron Warriors were almost frantically trying to slow down the fleet of Necromancer ships in space.

Regardless, the enemy's target this time is the Deathguard ships led by Mortarion, and it seems that Perturabo's plan has failed.

Fortunately, Mortarion is now aboard the Fourth Knight.

The ship's engines and overall structure were modified to adapt to the Battle of Galapagos.

Mortarian began issuing orders: engines warmed up, all shields activated, and dense formations formed.

He is very good at struggling in desperate situations, and Death Guard always does.

The Necromancers' ships are approaching—

The crackling of electricity finally stopped, and then, to Mortalian's utter disgust, Perturabo's voice rang out.

"Maximize the power of your engines and let the other ships intercept the enemy. The Steel Warriors can defend against them."

Perturabo was nearly driven mad. The calculations made him tremble, but he simply couldn't understand the behavior of the opposing space necromancers. Even though their tactics followed the optimal solution calculations perfectly, their target selection was simply insane!

They had no interest in attrition or attacking the Iron Warrior ships; they were solely focused on pursuing the Death Guard.

He even deliberately exposed weaknesses in the Iron Warriors, so that the enemy could inflict considerable losses on them with minimal cost and pause.

But those sickle-shaped ships didn't do that! It seemed their only goal was to catch up with the Death Guard's ships, and they didn't even care whether they could win the naval battle.

According to the current trajectory of the space necromancer, all the cold calculations will point to that one result, the most cruel result, the one that Peturabo finds most unacceptable.

Although Perturabo desperately wanted Mortarian dead, he didn't want Mortarian to die within the jurisdiction of his Iron Warriors!

He will become a disgrace in the eyes of the other Primarchs. What will Father and the Emperor think of him? What will the other Primarchs say when they talk about him?

This filthy brotherhood will be an indelible stain on his reputation!

Listening to Peturabo's words, Mortarian gripped his scythe, Annihilation, and the incense burner on his body made a slight sound with his movement.

Although Mortarian is usually oblivious to the emotions in other people's words, his perception of despair and fear is superior to that of anyone else.

Peturabo was in despair; he was afraid.

Mortarian pursed his lips; he was quite pleased to see this.

Mortarian spoke, his voice hoarse.

“My brother, let this country bumpkin teach you a lesson.”

Mortarian then shut down the communication channels and began commanding his troops.

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The Necromancer fleet was rapidly approaching the Death Guard, and the smaller raiding ships at the front began to separate, revealing their main ship.

Mortarian blinked, completely absorbed.

Sure enough, the space necromancer began to slow down slightly.

This was a prelude to a boarding action, and Mortarian's gamble paid off.

The Death Guardian's light spears and torpedoes began to fire, but unsurprisingly, they were easily torn apart by the Necromancer's main ship.

The space necromancers rampaged through the Death Guard's fleet.

[Fourth Knight, turn the ship around.]

A trickle of poisonous gas slowly drifted into the air from the incense burner on Mortarion's body.

The Fourth Knight, which had been speeding forward, began to turn around. This sudden stop immediately closed the distance between the two ships.

The space necromancer's ship was about to crash directly into the vulnerable flank of the Fourth Knight—

It's now.

[Reverse thrust, left engine at full capacity.]

Death gave his command.

The Fourth Knight instantly reached its maximum speed, and the enormous acceleration even caused the main beam of the Fourth Knight, which had been reinforced three times, to tremble!

This was an acceleration powerful enough to rip the spines out of mortal crew members! In Mortalian's view, the skin of those mortals stretched taut and then tore apart, blood spurting straight backward.

Inside them, it is estimated that most of their internal organs had been shattered into a pulp.

But Mortarion had no time to consider anything else; the Primarch was calculating the angle.

[Right wing engine running at full power.]

Before Mortarian could finish speaking, a tremendous crash echoed from the hull of the Fourth Knight!

Successful.

Under Mortarian's command, the Fourth Knight completed a rotation in an instant and successfully broke away from its original position, crashing straight into the side of the Necromancer spaceship.

The bow of the Fourth Knight, which had been specially reinforced and rammed through the main hive of Galaspa, was sacrificed to create an opening for the Necromancer's main ship.

But the front of the Fourth Knight was also in terrible shape. Countless alarms were sounding, and the air in the front and middle sections was being frantically sucked out of the Fourth Knight. Some unfortunate mortal crew members were swept up by these turbulent currents and thrown into the cold space.

Without hesitation, Mortarian moved toward the bow of the ship as soon as he realized that the Fourth Knight had collided with the other side, while the Death Guard company was already advancing toward the position he had designated.

The grey cloak rustled, and Mortarion knew they could begin the battle.

He was much better at these than empty fleet battles.

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Peturabo stared incredulously at the Death Guard's fleet.

There, both sides, which had been speeding along, came to a stop.

Between the cruisers locked in combat and the Jackal-class raiders, the two largest ships collided, with the Fourth Knight firmly embedded in the crescent-shaped necromancer's internal hook.

The scene that I had imagined, where the Fourth Horseman was directly torn to pieces by the Necromancer, did not occur.

Perturabo realized that Mortarion had made sufficient modifications to the Fourth Knight so that the ship would not fall apart when subjected to a massive impact at the front.

They survived.

Perhaps Peturabo wished he could pause for a moment, as reason told him it wasn't realistic, but he still ruthlessly commanded the Iron Warriors' ships to encircle the stagnant forces, tearing the enemy's raiding ships apart bit by bit with firepower.

Amidst the fierce battle between numerous ships, a unique boarding maneuver unfolded aboard the flagship.

Led by Mortarion, the Death Guards easily swung their scythes at the alien races who also wielded scythes.

Compared to the Death Guard, these Space Necromancers are significantly weaker in melee combat.

As long as you are careful of the enemy's Gaussian laser, Death Guard can easily gain an advantage.

Mortarian's hook-scythe easily tore through a metal skeleton, then he raised his gun and fired, each bullet taking the life of an alien.

In Mortarian's eyes, the soldiers opposite him were just a bunch of metal skeletons and Gauss weapons put together; their shapes might be different, but they were pretty much the same.

Metal skeletons, more metal skeletons silently crawled out, like soulless corpses, only to be given death by the Death Guard.

Led by Mortarion, the Death Guard advanced the battle line step by step, and soon they stood on a flat area on the space necromancer ship.

A larger skeleton emerged, holding an axe in one hand and a coffin-shaped shield in the other.

Mortarian didn't care about any of that; in his eyes, this undead was no different from any other.

He raised his hand and fired a shot. The bullet from the Netherworld Lantern grazed the shield on the other side and splashed onto its leg, leaving a black scorch mark.

Nas looked at the obviously taller alien opposite it and knew it couldn't defeat it.

But it doesn't necessarily have to win. If it really wanted to take their lives, it could have torn them apart with its fleet just now.

To Nass's dismay, the information about the Star God fragment had vanished; even close-up reconnaissance confirmed that the fragment was not there.

Perhaps it could ask, even if that seemed foolish enough, but at least it would prove to the king that it had tried.

“Lowly flesh and blood creatures.”

Nas opened his mouth.

“I speak to you on behalf of the King’s will,”

When the metal frame opposite him spoke, Mortarian was startled, and then—

He immediately started sprinting.

Mortalian wasn't interested in the alien's words; he'd heard enough of them already.

In the blink of an eye, Mortarion was already close to Nath. The Primarch's heavy scythe tore through the air, ripping apart Nath's shield. Nath could only barely dodge the attack by dodging backward.

Motalian's attack annoyed Nath, making him feel even more that his actions were foolish.

Why try to communicate with these inferior races?

But Nas's threads began to comfort it again; at least Nas was here, and the King was still safe, spared from the humiliation of flesh and blood.

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Above ground, a signal that filled Nass with despair arrived, causing it to pause briefly—

It needs to go back, back to the king's side?!

Mortarian seized the opportunity and severed the alien in two.