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

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The instant the Iron Warriors detected the Necromancer fleet in space, Peturabo immediately issued his orders!

This situation was naturally included in Peturabo's calculations of 256 possible battlefield scenarios.

To Peturabo, who was completely unaware of the Necromancers' internal workings, the sudden attack by these Necromancers on the fleet preparing for an airdrop could only mean one thing—

That means they attacked the right place!

But this time, the speed of the Space Necromancer has once again broken records.

At this very moment, the struggle for air superiority over No. 03 is still ongoing.

There's no time to parachute in.

According to Peturabo's original calculations, based on the experience of the last attack, even if the Necromancer ships reappeared, they could still complete this airdrop operation.

But this time, the enemy accelerated once again!

There was no time to lose, Peturabo thought, as he led the main fleet of the Iron Warriors in an attempt to engage the Necromancers in space.

In his calculations, the Death Guard's fleet was no match for the Necromancers, but he couldn't allow a "brother" to die right in front of him.

As the commander-in-chief of the battlefield, this would be a disgrace for the rest of his life.

Peturabo felt himself getting irritable again.

Meanwhile, on the Fourth Knight, Mortarion was frowning deeply.

"Can't even the Iron Warriors provide such a brief period of air superiority?"

The Primarch was extremely dissatisfied, but Mortarion also realized that the Necroships were targeting this area. Knowing how terrifying the Necroships were, he knew there was no time to hesitate. Mortarion stepped out of the drop pod and strode toward the command center.

Mortarian opened the communication,

Hades,

【Received, I can hear it.】

A familiar voice pierced through the static.

[The second airdrop is temporarily canceled. Your primary task now is to rendezvous with the ground advance force and ensure you are not surrounded and killed.]

Without a second airdrop, this army positioned behind enemy lines would have a very difficult time.

The Necromancer ships had already arrived, and Mortarion did not believe that ground forces could destroy the target point in such a short time to help the fleet.

Therefore, the Death Guards on the ground should preserve their strength and wait for the war in space to end.

Hades was taken aback, but the scythe in his hand still tore apart the serpentine figure in front of him.

【it is good. 】

Meanwhile, Danteok also received orders from Peturabo.

[We must capture the target point, Danteok.]

My war blacksmiths, prove your strength to the world!

The casualties on the ground are insignificant, but their actions will support the forces in space, so they must destroy the Netherworld Forged entities that are sending signals to the air fleet.

I'll give you one hour.

Peturabo gave the order.

Danteok stopped digging trenches.

【it is good. 】

One hour, which means Peturabo doesn't intend to give them any leeway to retreat or take cover from the airstrikes.

It's always like this!

Perturabo always gives them the absolute limit of time and tasks. If he were to be a little more lenient, the difficulty of the tasks would be greatly reduced, and the blood splattered by the Iron Warriors would be less.

But Peturabo won't do that!

The hardest steel cannot be broken by forging; it needs to prove its strength on the fiercest battlefield.

Danteok cursed under his breath, then resignedly opened public communication.

All brave warriors, return to the front lines immediately!

[The legion commander has ordered that the objective be captured at all costs.]

?

Hearing Danteok's completely contradictory words, Hades slowly formed a question mark in his mind.

No way?

A bad feeling slowly rose in Hades' mind. He controlled himself to continue killing the enemy, while also opening Danteok's private communication channel.

[Hey bro, what instructions did you receive?]

Danteok, who had just crawled out of the trench, was puzzled and enraged. He took out his gun and shot a necromancer in the head.

He had initially held Hades in some favorable regard, but why would the commander of the Death Guard ask such a foolish question?!

Although he felt irritated, Danteok still maintained his composure, so he spoke in a deep, muffled voice.

The legion commander ordered that the target point be captured within one hour.

Before the words were even finished, Hades was already screaming silently in his mind—

really!

Hades suddenly didn't know how to start, but he had to speak.

[The Danteok Brothers,]

The orders I received from the Death Guard commander are to immediately rendezvous with the advance force and ensure the survival of the airborne troops.

There was silence on the other side.

Hades turned his attention back to the battlefield, but he sensed that things were not looking good on Danteok's side.

After a long silence, Danteok's voice came again, but it sounded as if he had aged a hundred years.

He said weakly.

The instructions are different.

The unspoken next sentence by Danteok was—

Whom should we listen to?

Originally, the overall command of the war was in Peturabo's hands, but in this ground war, it was planned that Mortarian would personally participate in the battle, and most of the participants would also be Deathguards, so the direct commander of this battle was Mortarian.

According to normal procedure, they should have taken orders from Mortarion, but unexpectedly, Peturabo, who had been observing the entire situation, directly gave orders to Danteok.

Danteok knew that since the Death Guards still held the majority, he couldn't actually make the decision; they all listened to Hades.

Hades will most likely carry out Mortarion's orders directly, and Danteok, as his assistant, will have no choice but to follow suit.

But upon returning from this battle, these steel warriors will face Peturabo head-on.

Danteok has started swearing. Why every time? Why is it always like this?

He looked at the white and green-painted Death Guards and realized that in some ways, they...

Damn it, fuck.

Danteok stopped thinking.

While Danteok was almost giving up, Hades was frantically thinking of a solution.

Just now, new news came from the main battlefield: all the space undead are rushing back desperately, even abandoning their defenses completely.

After all, even if they are killed, these warriors can still get up from the Netherworld constructs behind them, although there may be some losses.

Meanwhile, the Iron Warriors and the Grei's Guard pursued the retreating army, attempting to kill as many enemy soldiers as possible.

Above the sky, amidst the yellow sand, based on intermittent information from the air forces, the Iron Warriors could provide air support approximately thirty to forty minutes later.

Even if Hades chooses to join the vanguard now, he will most likely encounter the main force of the returning undead army.

They certainly couldn't take orders from the legion commanders on the ships anymore; Mortarian and Peturabo had already diverted their attention to naval warfare and were unable to command the war on land.

Hades pondered for a moment.

In other words, command of the ground forces fell to him and Danteok.

Hades spoke,

[Dantiok brothers, can you command operations on the main battlefield?]

Danteok was taken aback; as the Trident, he did indeed possess command authority below the Primarch.

But he also suddenly realized that he might be able to use this to negotiate with Hades in order to launch an attack on the target point.

【Have. 】

Danteok said firmly, and as he was about to begin negotiating, Hades interrupted him.

[Okay, have them abandon the pursuit of the enemy soldiers now and concentrate their firepower on the enemy's armored units.]

On the main battlefield, it is essential to hold back the enemy's heavy firepower.

[Also, have the air force hold out in this airspace for another fifteen minutes, then immediately move on to support the main battlefront.]

The clear, powerful, and fluent High Gothic language rang out, changing the previously deliberate tone to one of undeniable authority.

Danteok looked at Hades, who was fighting on the front lines. What was he going to do?

Hades then answered his question.

Brother, let's attack the target point now.

Within fifteen minutes.

Fifteen minutes later, they will be engaged in street fighting with the enemy in the complex of the Netherworld Constructs. Even if the enemy gains air superiority, they cannot bomb them, as this would destroy their own buildings.

Meanwhile, some of the light armored units on the opposite side can operate in the streets and alleys of these building complexes while minimizing damage to the buildings, so they must be held back.

Hades knew that the sudden large-scale counterattack by the enemy indicated the importance of the building complex they were attacking.

It is very likely that there is a constructor here that sends messages, as well as a constructor responsible for the resurrection protocol.

Destroying them would inflict devastating damage on the enemy's ground operations and would also support naval warfare in space.

Even if they fail, the town-like terrain created by the Necromancer's constructs will allow the airborne force to hold out a little longer against the Necromancers' overwhelming numbers, since the narrow terrain would diminish their advantage.

This is the best solution Hades can think of at the moment.

But Danteok may have misunderstood him.

The trident silently charged to the front lines where Hades was located.

Thank you, brother.

Danteok's hoarse and heavy voice rang out.

It appears that Danteok misunderstood Hades as carrying out Peturab's orders.

Hades blinked; he wasn't going to explain.

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Chapter 161 Another Crash

A crescent-shaped scythe cleaves through the void, its dim green light reflecting death as the fleet of space necromancers sails through their home turf.

Data bombarded Peturabo's veins and nerves, and the fleet of steel warriors spread out and shifted like a swarm of insects. Each flash of light was an attack, and countless points of light illuminated the deep sky.

Based on previous data, Peturabo had left ample leeway for this attack. By unleashing a massive amount of ammunition from the Iron Warriors main fleet, the artillery fire and lasers would successfully ignite these dark and sluggish undead within manageable and foreseeable losses.

The space necromancers' naval warfare is a brute-force solution built upon massive computation and extremely high technological capabilities.

But the Peturabo they faced was also a king who controlled computing and data.

Even though the weapons on the Iron Warriors' regular ships are far less advanced than those of the Necromancers, the Iron Warriors have the advantage of sheer numbers.

For every ten additional cruisers, Peturabo could increase the complexity of the ship formation by an order of magnitude.

Without the mud and variables of ordinary planetary surfaces, naval battles in the vast universe will be a pure contest of calculation.

A deluge of data flooded Peturabo's mind. In a rare moment of intense focus, Peturabo briefly set aside his command of the 106th ground command and other senses, dedicating himself entirely to the war.