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

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The prerequisite is that the Iron Warriors must provide the Death Guard with temporary air superiority in this area to suppress the enemy's rear firepower; otherwise, the Death Guard's landing will become difficult.

Mortarian quickly assessed the Iron Warriors' forces and was pleased to find that they could provide air superiority for the Death Guard.

Although Mortarion was displeased that another legion was granting him air superiority, he knew that if the Death Guard had arrived first, they would have easily taken over the area in less time than his brother.

His brother spent some time repairing the trenches, which was clearly unnecessary.

"Can the Iron Warriors gain air superiority over this area?"

Mortarian pointed to a spot on the strategic table.

Peturabo paused for a moment, but quickly raised his voice and said loudly,

Mortarian is questioning his abilities—a man who has only commanded one battle is questioning him?

"Can't you see the results the Iron Warriors have achieved here? Air superiority is clearly in their grasp, or do you simply not understand the definition of air superiority?"

As Perturabo began to roar, Mortarian frowned, not understanding why his brother had suddenly become angry.

He even deliberately avoided directly bringing up the topic of keeping the Death Guard active, because he knew that "offering help" was not widely accepted within the Legion.

But when Peturabo finished speaking the second half of his sentence, Mortarian's confusion instantly turned into anger.

"What do you mean?"

Mortarian's words hissed out like the tongue of a viper, and he gripped his scythe of annihilation tightly.

"Perhaps a three-dimensional battlefield is still a bit difficult for you to understand."

Peturabo stared coldly at Motarian; he shouldn't have expected someone from an agricultural world to understand his wisdom.

Hearing Peturabo's taunts, Motarian gave a dry laugh, but to outsiders it sounded more like a leper's cough.

Mortarian didn't understand why Perturabo suddenly started attacking him, but Mortarian accepted it quickly; rather, he assumed that everyone was capable of attacking him.

"It seems my wise brother is trying to show off his complicated knowledge, but I can't understand your complex vocabulary."

Mortarian deliberately imbued his speech with a Barbarusian accent, making his voice more muffled, rapid, and vulgar.

"But if that's how you understand the battlefield, then why aren't you by his side?"

"On the contrary, it's here, next to a brother who 'doesn't understand three-dimensional battlefields'."

They all knew who "he" was.

Mortarion hoped his attack hit the mark, because in his interactions with Macardo, Macardo often criticized the Primarch for placing too much importance on the Emperor.

Mortarian didn't care what the conman was saying, but he also realized that his brothers weren't like that.

Peturabo roared angrily.

"What do you know, someone who just joined the Empire? Each of his campaigns is just a random selection of nearby legions, while the Iron Warriors are given other, more difficult, and more glorious tasks that you people simply cannot understand."

Mortarian realized his attack had worked. Ha, another child who's overly concerned about his father.

He decided to continue the attack, making use of his meager knowledge of the other Primarchs and Legions.

"Really? So Horus Lupecal's legions always happen to be near the Imperial Army?"

Before Motarian could finish speaking, Peturabo, who was opposite him, suddenly became like a piece of metal again.

"go out."

Peturabo said emphatically,

"Country bumpkin."

Motari calmed down and glanced at his scythe.

Hades, seeing Mortalian's actions, was nearly driven mad. He wished something could quickly end this absurd argument, or at least he could say something—

The alarm went off.

On the map, from the back of planet 106, a fleet of spaceships shimmering with a bright green light suddenly appeared in the void. The scythe-shaped black spaceships were flying towards the Iron Warrior fleet that was parked near asteroid belt 106!

The burial system on the ground detected the scale of the Iron Warriors and Death Guards, further activating the sleeping undead army.

Peturabo glanced at the ships; their numbers were far fewer than those of the Iron Warriors' fleet, and they were not worth mentioning.

【Motalian?】

Taking advantage of the brief silence between the two, Hades quickly switched to a private call channel.

[Go back immediately and have the Death Guard ships retreat to the rear of the Iron Warrior ships!]

Let the Iron Warriors' fleet draw some fire first. It seems that Perturabo is unaware of the Necromancer fleet's superior capabilities!

The sudden alarm and Hades' tense words interrupted Mortalian's anger.

Mortarion was silent for a moment.

The Death Guard's ships were indeed recently replenished; they had already lost some of them in Galaspa.

Motalian was unwilling to lose his ship in this situation, in front of Peturabo.

【Walk. 】

Mortarian glanced at Peturabo, then turned and left.

They had nothing left to talk about.

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A faint yellow fluorescence shone slowly through the glass onto the floor of the Fourth Knight.

Hades stared with a chill down his spine at a corner outside the window, where the tiny, rice-grain-sized undead ship would enter the attack range of the Iron Warrior ship, at most with a little over a standard Terran hour remaining.

He swallowed slowly.

After their unpleasant parting, Mortarian and Death Shroud immediately returned to the Death Guard's fleet, directing the Death Guard's dark green ships to hide in a scree belt on the flank of Planet 106's satellite.

Because Galaspa's main fleet has not yet been recalled, the Death Guard's current fleet size is not very large, and the ships supplied by the Emperor are not very well integrated with the original Death Guard fleet.

This means that at this stage, Deathguard will be unable to serve as the main force in space naval warfare.

Therefore, they had no choice but to retreat and avoid battle.

Of course, Hades also had his own reasons for this; the Death Guard had already suffered considerable losses in the previous battle at Galaspar, and he couldn't afford to lose too many more in this campaign.

Hades stared intently at the very few undead ships. Their hulls were small and scythe-shaped. Based on his previous memories, Hades could barely deduce that the opposing side had only deployed Jackal-class and Elegy-class raiding ships.

They were facing an entire fleet of Iron Warriors.

Hades pondered for a moment, feeling that these small ships were more like the enemy probing the strength of their fleet.

Even a small raiding ship should be enough to give the Steel Warriors a run for their money.

The space necromancers' inertialess engines allow their ships to accelerate to an absurd speed in a short period of time. Generally speaking, most creatures would not be able to withstand that enormous acceleration and their bodies would tremble and fall apart.

But since the space necromancer has no physical body, its most prominent feature is its powerful, flying brick.

The advanced technology of the Necromancers in space makes the naval weapons currently used by the Empire quite ineffective against the Necromancer fleet.

That's true, but right now, those undead ships in front of the Iron Warriors are approaching them at a speed that isn't particularly fast.

They are taking advantage of the empire's arrogance and ignorance of them.

Hades stared at the ships and suddenly realized something.

The Steel Warriors' current fleet formation is relatively concentrated.

At the very center of the formation stood the Glory Queen of the Steel Warriors, her steel blood floating silently among her offspring, the glow of her plasma shields shimmering slightly across her massive hull.

On the side facing away from Planet 106, the Iron Warriors fleet's defenses were noticeably weaker.

This is not good.

He had to find a way to remind the Iron Warrior on the other side.

But Hades knew that it was highly unlikely his reminder would be of any use. In their recent encounter, Hades sensed that Perturabo had been angered by Mortarion, and he wouldn't try to listen to the advice of a Death Guard.

Regardless, he still decided to give it a try.

Hades first requested permission from the Fourth Knight's signal transmission center to speak to the Iron Warriors' private channel. This request was usually approved by the Primarch, but at that moment, Mortarion was giving a speech to his Legion—

The Primarch temporarily granted Hades command of the fleet.

Since they were hiding in the debris field of the satellite, it seemed that no battle would take place. So, Mortarion, who did not want to see the Iron Warrior ships, decided to do something "more meaningful".

Watching the Iron Warriors' fleet swat at a few "flies" in space, Mortarian's assessment was that it was a waste of time, though he didn't actually say it aloud.

Displeased with Peturabo's behavior, Mortalian knew he desperately needed to do something else to banish the irritating image of his brother from his mind, so what could be more peaceful than spending some time with his offspring?

Moreover, a competent leader knows how to delegate power. Mortarian prides himself on not being a tyrant, so of course he would give his subordinates opportunities to gain experience.

And so Hades is standing here now, in the command room of the Fourth Knight.

Hades wanted to complain, but he finally understood how Calathephon had managed to trick Death Guard into running away back then. Oh well, he was speechless.

A distinctive electrical current rang out, and Hades knew that his call request had been rejected instantly.

He requested to contact the Iron Warrior, one of the Tridents, Danteok.

Hades had previously obtained Danteok's private communication channel on Blood of Steel.

Although they appeared to be standing by the wall as punishment, Hades was actually sending channel contact requests to the trident members.

To Hades' relief, although most of the Tridents rejected him, some did agree.

[.]

The channel was connected, and there was a moment of silence on the other end. Hades quickly spoke up.

[Hello, I am Hades, the Death Shroud, and also a technical sergeant of the Death Guard.]

[I am currently in charge of the Death Guard's observation and response to the enemy.]

Hades paused for a moment,

[In my personal capacity,]

[The enemy ship's engines are unusual; they appear to be designed for short-range acceleration.]

Hades felt that it would be impolite to say anything more. If he directly pointed out the Iron Warriors' fleet, would the other side accept it?

[.]

The other party remained silent. Hades quickly thought of a solution and tried to salvage the situation.

[I hope to share information about the enemy with the Iron Warriors. I believe your observations and understanding of the details are more comprehensive than those of the Death Guard, and we should learn from and emulate them.]

[.]

The other person remained silent.

Holy crap, did he dial the wrong number?

However, a deep voice came from the other party, like gears slowly turning.

[Okay, thank you for sharing, Hades the Death Shroud.]

[In Danteok's personal name,]

[I will share information about the Iron Warrior with you later.]

Amidst the concrete jungle, Danteok, hidden beneath his helmet, stared at the figure before him and spoke slowly.

Perturabo stood silently at the strategic table, where, within the atmosphere of Planet 106, the enemy had also activated a small number of spacecraft.

Communication requests from another fleet would naturally be approved by the Primarch, and even direct access to private communication channels would be intercepted by Peturabo.

After all, Peturabo has always prided himself on his precise control of the battle situation.

Danteok realized that his Primarch had overheard the conversation, but Perturabo did not react to it.

Danteok remained silent, not believing that Perturabo would want the Tridents to speak at this moment.

Peturabo stared silently at the undead ships.

The ship has a streamlined hull with small engines protruding beneath it.

Faster

Countless pieces of information converged in Peturabo's mind.