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

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The ancient saints have disappeared, while the fearful have become space undead.

The space undead, disheartened by the realization that their race could no longer continue, built burial sites on various planets and went into hibernation, hoping to wait for an era without other alien races so that they could rebuild the rule of the dead.

In short, they were an incredibly powerful race that had been dormant for a long time, and now Hades' partner, a guy who was planning to collaborate with them, has blown them out of their slumber.

Generally speaking, dormant space necromancers are not disturbed by human activities, but they are usually disturbed by the geological activity of a planet.

So how much explosives did these mechanical priests plant?

Hades looked utterly dejected.

During the 30k Great Crusade, the Empire encountered several small undead dynasties in space, which the Legions wiped out as ordinary alien beings without causing much of a stir.

Therefore, most departments of the Empire have little recollection of the space necromancers.

But Hades has it.

Hades's lips twitched. He hoped that the space necromancers that had emerged this time were a small dynasty, and preferably not all of them had been awakened.

Or better yet, it would be a dynasty that has fallen into a deep sleep.

After a long period of time, these code-driven races will encounter all sorts of errors.

Hades pondered, "If we encounter undead like this, that's fine. The Death Guard and the Mechanicus that forges the world are enough."

But if it's a large dynasty, then it's a retreat, or they might just call upon the emperor.

In fact, the best way to deal with space undead is through an extermination order.

However, given that the planet belongs to the Greiel Forging World, Hades was unsure whether these mechanical sages would be willing to give up a mining planet.

Hades hesitated for a moment. In fact, what he was receiving was a personal communication from Morag; Grei had not sent a distress call to the Death Guard.

But even a small dynasty would be in a precarious position if the Mechanicus alone stationed troops in that area.

The Mechanicus of Grei will most likely turn to the Deathguard for help after this, since the Deathguard's Barbarus garrison is currently the only force stationed in this star system.

Hades paused.

He pulled up a map marked with subspace routes and began writing a transfer order, instructing Galaspa's main force to leave behind a necessary portion of its troops, while the rest were to be transferred back to him.

As for the reason, just write "supply fleet," and Mortarion will agree.

Meanwhile, Hades changed Morag's mission; the Death Guard squad's primary objective is now to focus on the scale of the enemies emerging from Forged World 106.

Don’t be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens.

Sure enough, before the Galaspa main fleet was even halfway through its procedures, the Death Guard received a distress call from the Grei's Forged World.

War broke out suddenly.

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Chapter 152 The first to arrive as reinforcements was my Fourth Legion!

The Death Guard was not the first legion to arrive on Planet 106.

The distress signal from the Greiel Mechanicus echoed through the warp, and in a nearby star system, the fleet of the Fourth Legion's Iron Warriors received the distress call and responded.

The Steelblood, with its massive fleet, silently warped to Mandeville Point in this star system. The azure plasma engines roared as the Steellord and his warriors turned their gaze toward the planet.

The flames of war have begun to spread.

The earth cracked open, and black and green intertwined Netherworld structures emerged from the loess. Countless scarabs dragged the severed limbs of undead warriors back into the green glow, while countless undead warriors reappeared from between the Netherworld structures.

Mining areas 02 and 03 have been completely captured. The 15 large and small camps originally used for mining have been occupied by undead warriors. Using the connections between the camps, the space undead forces are launching an attack on the main mining area 01.

Before reinforcements arrived, the Mechanicus's forgemen and the Guardians held their ground at the No. 01 main mining area, holding off the Necromancers' infantry forces at the border between the No. 01 and No. 03 mining areas.

Here, the shallow mines dug for exploration and surveying provided excellent cover for the Mechanicus forces guarding this place. It was by relying on their familiarity with and use of the terrain that the Guardians were able to barely hold back the undead army here.

The excavators that had been abandoned in the mine tunnels were dug out by the Christian Guardians. The heavy machinery that was originally used to dig the mine tunnels was now dragged to the surface by the Christian Guardians and used as cover.

The explosives originally placed in the mine tunnels became a weapon for the scouts to hinder the scarabs. These insects, which were trying to dig from the ground and attack them, were now buried in yellow earth amidst the roar of the explosives.

On the ground, cannons roared. Relying on the firepower originally deployed in the main mining area, whenever the space necromancers began to gather in large numbers, the Guardians of the Faith hidden in the mine tunnels would call for a new round of fire support.

The earth trembled, flames burned, and they stood guard on the cold, gray wasteland.

Despite the intense bombardment, undead units still emerged from the smoke, their serpentine metal bodies nimbly traversing the battlefield filled with craters, diving directly into the mine tunnels. The harvester's blades glowed with fluorescent light, and the flesh and metal of the Guardians of the Faith splattered with the flashing blades.

Encountering similar enemy warriors for the first time, the sages of Greiel had to abandon part of the mine trenches where they had already set up a preliminary defensive line and directly call in firepower for a precision strike on the area.

After that, whenever the large bird servants detected similar creatures emerging, the Grei'ai Guardians closest to these enemy units would charge directly into the battlefield despite the incoming fire support from their own side.

"A body of steel, a will of steel!"

The people of Grei have a warlike fervor. Even the extremely small probability of winning in logical operations cannot make them retreat a single step, let alone their slogans. The only thing that can make the Grei warriors retreat is the binary retreat code constantly issued by the system that directly controls them, the Mechanical Sage.

But now, their sage has ordered them to attack!

Countless ghouls wielded arc hammers, attempting to entangle the serpentine destroyer before them. The ghouls who stepped forward were torn to shreds in an instant, while those behind them precisely took their places thanks to the calculations of the logic system.

The ghouls, whose strength was far inferior, were no match for the Destroyer, not to mention that countless scarabs were tearing apart the outer shells of the ghoul squads that were rushing out.

But they have already achieved their goal.

The originally high-speed, serpentine destroyers were forced to engage in close combat with the thirty-man squads of the Cleric Army, while the electrical pulses and waves faithfully transmitted their precise coordinates to the rear fire camp.

The shells whistled through the frigid winds of Planet 106, striking the Guardians and Destroyers with pinpoint accuracy.

In an instant, flames erupted, the smoke dissipated, and a huge crater was revealed. Only a few scarabs tried to move at the edge of the crater, while pieces of metal and flesh were scattered and stained yellow by the yellow soil.

Using this strategy, Greier successfully defended his 01 main mining area before reinforcements arrived.

But by this time, the Defenders on the ground had already suffered heavy losses, and their ammunition was running out, while the undead forces continued to surge into the front lines tirelessly.

Finally, due to the reduction in the number of Guardians of the Faith, a weakened squad failed to intercept the Serpent Destroyer. The undead successfully sneaked into the nearest mine tunnel and killed the sages responsible for defending against the scarabs and issuing commands at the front.

The battle lines began to crumble.

But the howling from the sky interrupted the undead army's attack.

The Steel Warrior's space capsule hurtled through the air, tearing it apart at high speed and igniting the dense swarm of scarabs in the sky. Steel, accompanied by the burning flames, stepped onto this land.

Reinforcements have arrived.

Huge, metallic-looking warriors burst from the drop pods, their yellow and black striped shoulder armor marking their identities.

The tide of battle turned instantly. The previously crumbling front lines even began to slowly advance. The steel warriors, skilled in combat, jumped into the temporarily recaptured mine trenches and began to prepare them for basic defense.

Nas stood on the pyramid-shaped structure of the underworld, on the second level, because the top of the first level belonged to the king.

It is the guardian responsible for guarding the tombs and driving away those who disturb them; this is its mission.

That is why it was awakened when the shallow tomb was disturbed.

Following the memories within his own threads, Nas began to expel those lowly alien races.

Currently, one-fifth of the undead warriors in the shallow tombs have been awakened by the system, which, according to Nas's calculations, is enough to wipe out the alien races on this planet.

With Nas's power, he could awaken the full force of the shallow tomb.

Although the aliens' artillery fire destroyed many slaves on the battlefield, it was of little consequence to Nas.

They can stand up and walk again; the existence of the resurrection protocol has made death scarce.

Although not all the thoughts of the undead are perfectly transmitted back to the Underworld Construct, the system is not always accurate and flawless due to the wear and tear of time.

However, this damage has already been included in Nass's considerations and can be eliminated; his conclusion is...

Unlike other necromancer rulers, who typically prefer to rush to the front lines to demonstrate their loyalty to their king.

Nas knew that his king believed in him, so it didn't have to.

Its king has been asleep for a long time, and during Nas's first three awakenings, the king was still asleep in the deepest part.

Nas understood the king's grief. As the eldest son of a great dynasty, he was banished to a remote, desolate planet and demoted to a lord. Even the nobles on that planet were no longer considered lowly subordinates to the king, but rather equals.

The king's power was also confined to this planet.

Nas knew that the king did not want to wake up.

Therefore, it will act as its most loyal guardian, driving away all those who disturb the dream.

Peturabo stared expressionlessly at the Sage Representative of Greière in front of him.

The Lord of Steel sat on his throne, with dense, thick cables hanging from the ceiling and connecting to it. Beside the throne, made of fine steel, battlefield data flowed wildly across a dim black screen.

"You're saying you called in other recruits?"

A deep voice echoed in the empty room.

"Yes, my lord."

The mechanical sage before him was trying to shrink himself to his smallest size while maintaining his composure in speech.

After being attacked, Mining Planet 106 immediately sent out a distress signal to nearby star systems.

The Fourth Army received a distress call.

However, the information previously sent to the Greiel Forging World was not retracted. After assessing the situation on Mining Planet 106 and considering other political intentions, the sages of the main world called for reinforcements from the Fourteenth Legion and the Death Guard.

To the sages' surprise, the Death Guard, who were originally busy with the construction of their home planet, were unusually enthusiastic about this request for help.

Perhaps it's because Death Guard requires 106 minerals?

Now, the Lord of Death will arrive here first aboard his Barbarus fleet, while the Death Guard's main fleet in Galaspa is also beginning to return.

This means that Peturabo will receive "reinforcements" from another brother.

"No reinforcements are needed here."

Peturabo's voice sounded like metal scraping together; his deep eyes stared at the person opposite him like a machine, devoid of emotion.

Do you think the Fourth Army needs reinforcements?

"We've fought far more deadly wars than you have body parts."

"And you think I need reinforcements? I need a legion that's only fought one battle to help me?"

Perturabo slowly stood up, his massive armor clattering, metal encasing him and radiating power.

The furious flames of forging steel ignited his face.

Perturabo stepped down from his throne and strode angrily to the sage's side, whereupon he reached out and grasped the sage's shoulder.

A piercing metallic clang rang out, and a faint spark ignited.

"That's why I dislike you so much."

Perturab disliked most of the sages of the Mechanicus; their attitude toward technology was like that of slimy worms in a swamp, which disgusted Perturab.

Although Peturabo and the Fourth Legion are on good terms with a small number of sages and the Forging World, he harbors hatred towards most of them.

"get out!"

"After I've protected this planet for you, get out!"

Perturabo shoved the sage away, and Grei's sage was thrown out, staggering and struggling on the ground, trying to get up.

Perturabo glanced coldly at the sage, but he quickly lost interest, turned, and strode back to his throne.

Data from 106 was still flowing, but Peturabo believed everything was under his control. The Fourth Legion's heavy artillery and Stormbirds were being transported to 106 in an orderly manner.

Perturabo was curious about his enemies; these metallic aliens might be the good news that could ease his suffering for the time being.

But bad news had already overwhelmed him.

He is here, with his legion, in an insignificant corner, guarding an insignificant planet for an insignificant forging world.

He was even looked down upon by these short-sighted mechanical cultists!

How dare they call for reinforcements from another legion, a mere greenhorn legion, the Fourteenth Legion, which has yet to achieve a single glorious victory.

Meanwhile, in other corners of the universe, the Emperor led his foolish and arrogant legions in other battles, with several legions involved, but he and his legions were once again neglected!

Peturabo stared silently at the strategic data panel in front of him, and to onlookers, he looked as if he were deep in thought about the situation on the battlefield.

The Battle of Randan had begun. The arrogant face of Lion King Ryan of the First, Second, and Sixth Legions still seemed to echo in Peturabo's mind. Among the Primarchs, the topic and competition for Warmastery had already begun.

Perturab knew he could compete for the title of Warmaster; his abilities far surpassed theirs. Compared to his brothers who valued so-called customs and personal glory, Perturab knew that only precise calculations and an iron will were what the Empire and the Emperor needed.

But those arrogant guys managed to attract the attention that should have been his with their exaggerated behavior.

So he was neglected, isolated, and forgotten on the muddy, filthy battlefield, while his brothers stood in the square receiving the cheers of the imperial people.