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

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"What good would that do us?"

Mortalian countered,

“We are figuring out the enemy’s tactics and formations. Their ships are no match for ours. We can advance more cautiously and then tear the enemy fleet apart little by little.”

"There are too many of them."

Mortalian spoke slowly,

"This is the key—numbers, the key to the Knights' defense. If we slow down, we'll give the enemy the opportunity to unleash their full power."

They will drown us in a sea of ​​corpses.

After we die, it will prove that the caution of those who supported the blockade of Galaspa was correct, and the Empire will forget about it until it is needed again by the Great Expedition.

We are not here to besiege a city. We are here to pierce the heart of tyranny. The Tombstone remains part of this war. It will do its last bit to advance. We will continue to advance at full speed.

Forward, forward without stopping.

If you hesitate, if you stop because of your wounds, then an unbearable failure will befall you.

Lavas kept his word. Long after the last communication signal transmission, readings from the platform screen told Mortalian that the Tombstone would not die easily.

The roar of the engines, the silhouette of the Tombstone, and the silhouettes of the enemy ships surrounding it were left behind.

They move on.

The closer they got to the main planet Galaspa, the more intense the bombardment they faced. After losing the protection of the outer asteroids and the old destroyers, more and more enemy ships rushed into their ranks.

Massive amounts of data flowed across the control panel, and Mortarian watched each loss, each death.

He anticipated his impending death, carefully considering what kind of death he could accept.

"Minimum flank counterattack,"

He said that this further affirmed the necessary and essential death sentence.

"Concentrate your efforts on the defenses ahead of the fleet."

The enemy ships ahead were destroyed by the Death Guard's concentrated fire, while the Death Guard's main force at the forefront continued to advance rapidly.

They abandoned enemy ships, as well as their own ships with damaged engines.

Those ships abandoned by the Death Guard will slow down the enemy's outer fleet's retreat inward.

As they drew close enough to Galaspar, the Knights' firepower became nothing short of despair.

Mortalian peered through the porthole of the Fourth Knight beside him and saw the Fortress unleashing a barrage of fire on the cruiser "Melancholia." Torpedoes pierced its hull and detonated the magazine.

The explosion veered it off course, causing it to inevitably tilt to the right.

Due to the dense formation of Death Guards, Depression collided with the battleship "Inevitable Call".

Their bows collided, and they turned together to starboard, threatening more ships.

“If they don’t stop,” Balasin said.

He didn't voice the danger.

The fleet formation was very tight, and the capital ships had a fairly wide turning radius. If a disaster occurred, there would be no way to avoid it.

"They will change their minds."

Motalian said firmly,

“The crew on those ships will find a way. They have to, they know the stakes, and they will do anything to keep the main fleet moving forward.”

He looked at them in silence; he trusted them, and they trusted him.

As Mortarian spoke, the right-hand engine of the "Inevitable Call" roared violently, lurching sharply to the left at an acceleration far exceeding the ship's maximum tolerance.

The small ship structure detached from its massive body as the "Inevitable Call" moved.

At the same time, the Melancholy began to desperately ignite its already wrecked right engine. Due to the crew's forced ignition, its right engine suddenly exploded, spewing out a huge amount of flames!

But this further prevented it from veering to the right.

The actions of the two ships made their collision even more violent—

They were instantly reduced to massive ruins.

Stumbling and tangled, it tilted to the left and crashed into an asteroid with great speed and straightness.

In their final moments, both ships fired all their ammunition to port. The dense shower of meteors and massive explosions generated by their impact with the asteroid dragged the enemy ships into a death trap.

They didn't even send a communication request to the Fourth Knight because they knew exactly what they were supposed to do.

So they did it.

There's nothing to say.

Death Guard has no Battlecry.

Mortarian watched them die in silence.

Perhaps he should have some kind of reaction, but not now.

He is the legion commander, the decision-maker, and the master who wields the scythe.

In the shadows beneath the hood, the Pale King's amber eyes gleamed as a deluge of information flooded his mind.

"We have broken through the Knights' defenses," Balasin said.

“Those outside,” Vox said.

Motalian said nothing, staring ahead, bracing himself for an attack from the Galaspa primary orbital platform and planetary cannons.

Traveling through galaxies is just the beginning.

If he misjudges the Fourth Knight's abilities, he will lose everything.

This post is not verified, for the same reason as the previous one.

There should be another post tonight. I'll try to finish talking about Galaspa today, which is the plot of Pale King.

Actually, I felt quite emotional while writing this, because I was the one who led the Death Guard through the defenses of the Galapa Star System.

In this story, the main theme of Mortarion's Death Guard is already very clear: sacrifice and trust.

It certainly has its flaws, but it does look quite impressive.

Thanks again to Bilibili's translation column and Translation Court.

The process and dialogue in this article are largely quoted from, and modified from, the original text.

118 Galaspa (Part 2)

118. Galaspa (Part 2)

The planetary defenses roared, the cannons trembled, and bright flames burst forth.

Hundreds of millions of bullets rained down on the leading fire ships like beans being poured out, whistling as they fell to the ground and exploded on the murky earth.

Now, the last line of defense in front of the Fourth Knight has also disappeared.

The blade is drawn, sharp and deadly, but equally fragile and easily broken.

The opposing planetary main cannon is still attacking, a futile endeavor.

The originally murky and dark atmosphere of Galaspa was burning, and a dull orange-red light shone behind the thick clouds.

The clumps of clouds trembled, swirling into a huge grayish-white vortex by the hurricane.

The atmosphere is screaming.

Outside the city, on the wasteland, the scavengers looked up in alarm, staring dumbfounded at the burning sky.

The bricklayer stood blankly beside the sewage pit, staring at everything he couldn't comprehend.

With his extraordinary eyesight, he saw—

"There!"

He raised his hand, pointing to the swirling, turbulent clouds, with toxic mud dripping from his protective suit.

Above the main nest, a sharp, enormous creature revealed a corner of itself.

Above them, a silver-white six-spined skull stared at them without emotion.

Death has arrived, and fear grips everyone's hearts.

The air whistled sharply, and the flames screamed as they tore at the Fourth Knight.

Inside the ship, it was deathly silent, like night.

"Take us in before the enemy fully realizes what's happening."

A sigh-like voice broke the silence.

"Full engine power."

They sped through the burning atmosphere, plummeting towards the polluted earth.

"Contact the fleet."

Motalian said.

"Begin the retreat, get out of the planet's artillery range."

The Death Guard's fleet could not withstand the bombardment of Galaspa Prime for long.

"The enemy ships will catch up soon. Take them out, then wait for my signal to return."

Unless the Galaspa cannons malfunction, the Deathguard's capital ships cannot get close.

If they can't get close, there will be no victory.

Everyone will die.

Mortarian took a deep breath, his hand on the Scythe of Annihilation loosening and clenching, making a soft clicking sound.

This was his first battle, the Deathguard's first battle.

Let's see if they can survive.

He'll shut those people up.

If we can't live on, let death end it all.

He was gripped by an overwhelming amount of emotion, just like in the past.

However, an idea suddenly popped into Mortalian's tense mind at an inopportune moment.

How would Hades view this plan?

He suddenly realized that, back on Barbarossa, Hades had never discussed tactics with him because of Hades.

Will he reject him?

He abandoned the idea.

Mortarian silently prayed, "May we be more resilient than misfortune."

Through the porthole, the fleet behind the Fourth Knight began to slow down and turn around. Soon, only the Fourth Knight, moving straight ahead, remained.

Below them, a corner of the dark, grimy main hive was visible.

In the hourglass, the last grain of sand trickled to the edge—

"Reverse thrust, prepare for impact."

A hissing sound rang out, and flames erupted!

The arresting thrusters roared, spewing forth raging flames, the tips of which even melted the outer walls of the hive city.

The Fourth Knight began to tremble violently.

The change in the gravity vector was almost fatal to the mortal crew members, and blood flowed from their shattered internal organs.

Those who were too slow to keep up with Mortalian's orders crashed into the bulkhead, their spines shattered, and blood splattered everywhere.

On the bridge, Barasin and Vox struggled to stay in place, gripping the railings tightly with their hands.

Mortalian stood there, wielding his scythe of annihilation.

He stood still, as if he were dead.