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

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Gatheros said that the starlight made it a little dizzy.

Nas looked up in confusion at the king standing atop the tomb.

“You will be arranged in descending order according to the number of opponents you have defeated in the competition.”

Nass tried to understand the king's command, and then it gave its own order, instructing the guards behind it to line up according to the king's instructions.

Wang walked down the steps unhurriedly.

Gatheros walked unhurriedly to the front of the line of warriors, where it saw its brother's astonished gaze.

Its younger brother was still too rude; they were kings, and it was their right to do whatever they wanted to their subordinates.

Euthyx, the younger brother, needs to realize this as soon as possible so that he can become a qualified candidate for the throne.

[No, no, they have already been driven away.]

The younger brother, Ortix, stared at it in shock.

Nas followed silently behind the king, knowing full well what the king was about to do.

Nash survived these countless rounds of selection.

Countless of his peers died, but Nass lived, so he went from being a slave to a powerful ruler, second only to the king.

Gatheros nodded solemnly, then fired at the heads of every single soldier.

Those who fall in fear of death will never rise again.

Fallen space undead can quickly rise again under the resurrection protocol, with the guards enjoying a higher level of resurrection authority than ordinary space undead.

“I need to make two things clear to you,”

Gatheros spoke solemnly.

"First, those who fear death are not afraid of death; death is simply an inevitable fact."

Every one who fears death will die; it is a curse buried deep within their genes.

"Secondly, although you and I are the second heirs of Unas, we are no different from these warriors in the face of death."

Gatherus greatly desired that his brother would become the ruler of the dynasty, and that after Unas's death, they would lead a vast undead dynasty.

It turned around, wanting to stare seriously into its brother's eyes and tell Ortix its good intentions, even though the blood seeping from the corpse of the dead was about to stain its shoes.

Its younger brother stared at it blankly.

"We won't die, brother."

"No deaths."

The blood disappeared.

Gatheros turned its head in bewilderment and saw its ruler, Nath.

Why am I here? Why am I awake?

Nas kept his head very low.

“Unas banished you, and just now, the guards of your tomb discovered what appears to be a fragment of a star god, thus prematurely awakening your consciousness.”

Ah, Unas, Unas.

Since it can't die, it naturally doesn't need an heir.

Gatheros was banished, after its brother was banished.

It was still trying to convince itself that its younger brother was expelled because he was not qualified enough.

But when it was thrown from the top of the pyramid, it didn't even have a guard of the same size as its brother.

Unas feared it, for the slaves it had slaughtered had provided Unas with enough blades to cut.

Gatherus knew he would return; the throne belonged to him and his brother, not to Unas.

That old codger.

It needs to build up its strength and cannot alert the enemy. Unas will not allow it to develop its own army; that cunning and tyrannical leader will always be watching them.

But this time, waking up early, it can do something.

Gatheros stared at Nas's lowered head, deep in thought.

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"Give me information on those who disturb the peace."

Gatherus spoke, and Nas did as he was told.

The radiation source marking the Star God fragment was quite blurry, and Gatheros realized with displeasure that it might just be a misidentification.

Its brother looked at it with a smile, as if expecting Gatheros to lead it to a dynasty.

It cannot be taken lightly.

"Prepare the spaceship."

"I want to go and see for myself."

Nass felt a jolt in his circuitry. His duty was to protect the King, and given the King's current condition, it was clearly not appropriate for him to personally take action.

Although the nobles were willing to personally go to the front lines to command the war, they stood on the front lines and led their armies forward.

But now, it's clear that Nass can't let Wang do that.

"Your Majesty, please allow me to do this for you."

Nas lowered its head again; it was almost touching the ground.

"Those lowly flesh and blood creatures are not worth your trouble."

Upon hearing this, Gatheros irritably shook its hand. Although it had killed many slaves of the Deathbringer, it felt no remorse for it compared to its brother.

So it didn't execute Nas directly.

"Then you go."

Gatheros spoke arrogantly.

"But don't alert him, don't let Unas notice you."

"I want all the information from that signal, that fleet, I want the whole thing."

"If it really is a fragment of a star god, then don't let it be startled. They are cunning; disguise yourself as another race."

“If not, then I also need their complete information.”

If we can disguise the information of the Star God, it will play a crucial role in the future battle against Unas.

Nass wanted to say something more, but in the end it said nothing. It glanced at the King with a complicated expression, turned and left to prepare its fleet.

"dead."

"Or perhaps he's just another political loser who's gone mad."

it says,

"That junior governor is interesting, but not valuable."

"Then I have no burden at all."

The character of Gatheros here is entirely made up.

Its younger brother has the original work, but it doesn't, so I started making things up.

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Chapter 158 The Great Victory of the Mortarion

A subtle atmosphere filled the strategy room.

Although he had to follow Peturabo's orders, Mortarian wasn't as upset as he had imagined.

Because he was standing right here, at the strategic command table, Peturabo told the Death Guard that they needed to land at a location in Mine 03 to coordinate with the Iron Warriors there and the Grei's Guardians to pinpoint a surface structure for the Necromancers.

Haha, that's the area Mortarion pointed out earlier.

Motarian stared intently at Perturabo, waiting for him to say the next word—

"Iron Warriors will provide air superiority for Deathguards here."

Yes, this is it!

Mortarian's heavy breathing came from beneath the gas mask, and Hades was certain that his older brother was laughing.

Don't actually laugh out loud at this moment, bro!

Hades finally managed to "persuade" the two back to the same strategy room. He didn't want their personalities to cause a lack of communication between the Legions, resulting in unnecessary losses.

To Hades' relief, Perturabo, unlike Mortarion, seemed to have an iron mask branded on his face, as if he hadn't heard Mortarion's voice at all, and continued to speak, or rather, issue orders.

For some reason, the local forces are now far smaller than before. Although there are still undead troops pouring in from Mine Area 03, these stiff soldiers are only slowing down the Empire's advance and preventing them from entering Area 03.

Compared to enemies on the ground, the threat from space is much more real, constantly looming over the naval fleet.

The Iron Warriors' ships are now in a dispersed defensive posture, and are ready to unleash their maximum power at any moment.

Perturabo needed to focus more on dealing with threats from space, so he decided to assign the Death Guard to clear out a portion of the undead forces on the ground.

Mortarion currently commands a relatively small number of Deathguard ships, so there is little need for naval warfare.

Massive amounts of data flowed through Peturabo's nerve fibers. According to the data collected by the Iron Warriors, the Space Necromancers were likely to reappear in the 53rd sector of 106.

The analysis report on the debris of the undead spaceships has also been released. To Peturabo's shock, nothing on these ships had any autonomy. From the undead warriors to the ship's command system, they were all operating entirely by ground-based command radio waves.

This coincides with the information about these alien races that the Iron Warriors had previously collected—

The regime was highly autocratic, and the soldiers at the lower ranks had no right to think or make decisions on their own.

In other words, they could try to sever the ground's connection to the undead ships.

Compared to their astonishing space combat capabilities, these alien races' ground combat capabilities can only be described as mediocre, lacking innovation and posing little threat.

Peturabo needs to assemble his forces in space, not on the ground.

After decoding and analyzing the information stream, Peturabo was surprised to find that the source of the information stream was near the area that Mortarian had pointed out, in Mine 03, further behind the enemy lines.

If that area is to be taken in a short time, more troops will be needed. The Iron Warriors stationed at 106 are not enough to take that area within the time that Peturabo is satisfied with.

Let the Death Guards do it.

Perturabo thought expressionlessly that although the Iron Warriors could also deploy troops in that area, he preferred to use them for naval warfare.

Then let those Death Guards who were just watching the Iron Warriors without doing anything come.

Meanwhile, Hades was intently pondering Perturabo's plan, standing beside the two Primarchs whose auras seemed to clash.

Judging from the previous performance of the opposing side, it is very likely that only a portion of the space necromancers on this planet have been awakened. Not only have they deployed only the smallest-sized ships, but the ground forces, whose largest component is still space necromancer warriors, have also revealed that this branch of the necromancers is not large.

The other side's response to our actions was merely to "drive them away."

And to be honest, the ground might actually be safer in the face of space necromancy ships, provided the enemy doesn't have ground-clearing weapons.

However, air superiority over Planet 106 is still firmly in the hands of the Iron Warriors. Even the Necromancers will need a considerable amount of time to fight for air superiority and deploy weapons.

Based on the information provided by Peturabo, Hades speculated that there might be a Netherworld construct in that area that connects to the shallow undead.

The undead forces there are likely more elite.

But the biggest threat now is not on the ground, but in the sky.

The deployment of troops to this area was also intended to support naval warfare.

Hades pondered for a moment, then reassessed the strength of the Space Necromancers deployed in Area 03, and the corresponding layout of the Iron Guards.

feasible.

However, this is contingent on the Iron Warriors outside Zone 03 actively cooperating with the Death Guard's attack, holding back the retreating troops, and providing fire support.

Hades quietly opened Mortalian's communication channel.

"We need to send some of the Iron Warriors down with the Death Guard."

"Quantity is not the key; the steel warriors who follow the Death Guard must be elite."

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