At first, they thought it was some undiscovered native species.

Dense swarms emerge from the chasm and flood aimlessly onto the wasteland.

The first servant to encounter them didn't even sound a brief alarm, and silently turned into a pile of metal sludge rich in iron and carbon.

"Looks like we've encountered some native creatures."

Forge78 said that this was a common occurrence, presumably some of the subterranean creatures in the area.

Cathar rangers emerge in formation from an improvised base not far away, arcs flashing on their rifles.

"Iron Body, Iron Will!"

The rangers of Greier chanted their slogans, bullets rained down, and the swarms began to disperse, and their numbers decreased significantly.

"Something is wrong."

Morag frowned and whispered.

"Prepare to retreat."

He spoke to the Death Guards behind him, the observatory they were on was makeshift and rudimentary, close to the front.

"Foundry, something is wrong here."

Morag stepped forward and pointed to the caster,

"They're down there."

Before Morag could finish speaking, some tomb scarabs emerged from the ground of the Protector Army's column, buzzing towards the nearest ranger!

For a while, the Huntsmen fought with a large number of scarabs, but the number of Huntsmen trapped in the swarm was significantly decreasing.

The annunciator of the Forge 78 flashed.

The flames burst out, and a continuous burst of artillery fire roared in the distance, tearing through the sky and landing on this battlefield with precision!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

The smoke cleared, and the ground was in shambles.

Another group of Hunters ran out of the camp, shouting "Iron Body, Iron Will", stepping over the corpses of the previous group of cathars and beginning to clean up the surviving bugs in an orderly manner.

"Alright."

Caster 78 said without raising his head, and then continued to deploy the mining rigs that needed to be used next.

Morag frowned, years of experience telling him that this was not the end of the matter.

A green lightning-like beam confirmed his suspicions.

Tyrannical green lightning flashed out of the rift and struck one of the cathars, the bright green flashes screaming over the Ranger's crimson body, which shattered as if it had been torn apart.

Forge 78 jerked his head up and stared at the battlefield.

It's not something that natural creatures can evolve, and the cathar's report is now reaching 78's mind, those scarabs are all metal!

"Tara, Tara"

Metal footsteps rang out.

A dark gray skeleton, emerging from the shadow of the fissure, was covered in round and straight green lines, shimmering with rust and dirt sticking to its body.

The thin face is dull and rigid.

A long, cylindrical ranged weapon was held in its hand, and green energy was violently swirling in it.

Perhaps only 78, who is a mechanical cultist, can realize what this metal body means.

Those barbarians of Barbaros will not understand what this is.

78 unconsciously opened his mouth and closed it again.

[Alpha Alert, Mining Area 03.] 】

[Again, Alpha-Class Alert, Mining Area 03.] 】

[Call, contact the sage of the casting world.] 】

In the shadows, more and more metal skeletons appeared, identical except for rust and dirt stuck to them.

The dead emerge from their tombs and mechanically take up arms to defend their lords.

Another round of artillery fire swept across the sky, and 78 called for artillery support once again.

Even though the opponent's metal body was of great interest to the Foundry 78, it was clear that the combat power on the other side was not very strong.

Seemingly in need of assistance, 78 hesitated to take back the alarm, but he didn't.

It saved their lives.

Beneath the ground, the core of the Great Treasure Tomb is slowly burning, and the necromantic warriors who have passed the resurrection protocol are back on their feet.

They were fighters who had just been "killed" in a firefight with the cathars.

After going through the resurrection protocol, what little of their thinking was retransmitted, and then "resurrected".

But not all soldiers were able to get back up after falling, and during the long time they were asleep, little by little deviations accumulated, and the system went wrong, not serious, but not accurate every time.

The consciousness of the tomb is thinking.

Realizing that the existing army could not defend itself against aggression, the recovery protocol was passed, and more units woke up from their slumber.

Hades sat at his desk, calculating Barbarus' share of the total supply of the Death Guards.

An urgent communication from Morag interrupted his calculations.

What's wrong?

Hades muttered, he was almost done, and it was not pleasant to be interrupted.

Most likely, it is an awkward quarrel with the local oil guy, and he is arguing?

Then he started reading the text message -

Dark gray skull outcropping

it! Necromancy!

Hades was so frightened that he almost shuddered.

I told you to dig some blackstone mines, how did you dig up the space necromancer?!

Space necrons can be regarded as one of the overlords of the galaxy.

They date back to the oldest times, when the Milky Way was fairly peaceful.

At that time, the space necrons were not called this name, nor did they look like this, they were a race called the "Death-Dreaders", not metal bodies, but flesh and blood bodies.

The Death-Dreaders have developed grand and detailed materialist technology, and their civilization has flourished across the galaxy.

But the life span of every feared person is quite short, and the short life of the individual is pathetic before the prosperity of the race.

The society of the Death-Fearing is not as technologically rapid as theirs, the Death-Fearing have a clear class consciousness, and at the top of the social pyramid, the intrigue between dynasties never stops.

In order to divert internal contradictions, and out of jealousy, the Fear of the Dead poured out the flames of war on the overlord of the galaxy at that time-

Ancient Sage.

The holy war in heaven has been started, the war is raging, the galaxy is trembling, and the original huge galaxy is just a small pebble in this huge war, and countless resources have been invested in this grand galactic war.

Desperate, the leader of the Deathd, the Silent King, listened to the deception of the Star God Fraudsters and transformed the entire race into a more powerful, more immortal metal body - the Space Necrons.

However, the space necromancers who abandoned death were also abandoned by life, and the entire race was stagnant, there was no death, and there was no new life, they were just a set process of thinking, and their souls had long been devoured by the star gods.

Realizing that he had been deceived by the Star God, the Space Necrons relied on powerful technology to tear apart and imprison the Star God, while using the Star God's power to fight against the Old Saints.

When the trembling of the galaxy gradually subsided, when the smoke of war gradually dimmed.

The battle that tore apart the galaxy and roiled the subspace has vanished on both sides.

The Old Saints are missing, and the Fears of the Dead have become space necrons.

Frustrated by the realization that the race is no longer sustainable, the space necrons have set up sleeping catacombs on various planets, and the race has been dormant, hoping to wait for an era when there are no other aliens to re-establish the rule of the Dreadnob.

All in all, a very NB race has been dormant, and now the oil guy Hades is ready to cooperate with to blow people up.

In general, dormant space necrons are not disturbed by human activity, but may often be disturbed by the geological activity of a planet.

So how much explosives did these mechanical priests plant?

Hades looked loveless.

In the 30k Great Expedition, the Empire once encountered several small necromantic dynasties in space, and the legions were wiped out as ordinary heterosexuals without causing too many fluctuations.

So most of the Empire's departments don't have much of an impression of space necromancy right now.

But Hades has.

The corners of Hades' mouth twitched, he hoped that the space necromancy that came out this time was a small dynasty, and it was better not all awakened.

Or preferably a dynasty that slept stupidly.

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

It's good to encounter such an undead, Hades mused, the Death Guard and a mechism that forged the world were enough.

But if it's a big dynasty, then retreat, or just call the emperor.

In fact, the best way to deal with space necrons is to extinguish them.

But given that the planet belongs to the world of Gree's forging, Hades isn't sure if the mechanical sages are willing to give up a mine.

Hades muttered for a moment, in fact, what he had received so far was a personal communication from Morag, and Greier had not sent a distress request to the Death Guard.

But if the Mechon's garrison in that area alone is a small dynasty. It's a bit hanging, too.

It is likely that the Gran Mechnism will turn to the Death Guard for help after this, as this area currently only has the Death Guard's Barbarus garrison.

Hadterston paused.

He pulled up the map marked with the subspace shipping lanes and began to write orders for Galaspa's main force to leave some of the necessary troops behind and bring the rest back to him.

As for the reason, just write directly about the supply fleet, and Motarian will agree.

At the same time, Hades changed the mission given to Morag, and the main goal of the Death Guard team is now to focus on the size of the enemies that come out of Casting World 106.

Don't be afraid of 10,000, just in case.

Sure enough, less than halfway through Galaspa's main fleet protocol, the Death Guard received a distress request from Greer Forge World.

The war broke out.

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