The Death Guard wasn't the first legion to reach Planet 106.

The Gryer Mechanic's cry for help echoed through the subspace, and in a nearby starfield, the Fourth Legion's Iron Warriors' fleet received the call for help and responded to it.

The Iron Blood and her massive fleet leapt silently to the Mandeville spot in this star field, the azure plasma engine roaring, and the Iron Lord and his warriors set their eyes on the planet.

The fighting has already begun to spread.

The earth cracked, and black and green structures emerged from the loess, and countless scarab beetles dragged the stumps of the necromantic warriors into the green fluorescence again, while countless necromantic warriors reappeared from the mortal structures.

Mining areas 02 and 03 have all fallen, and the 15 large and small camps originally used for mining have been occupied by necromantic warriors, and with the help of the connection between the camps, the forces of the space necrons are attacking the main mining area of 01.

Before reinforcements arrived, the Mechanic Forges and the Cathars stood on top of the main mine 01, dragging the infantry units of the Space Necrons to the junction of mine 01 and mine 03.

Here, the shallow pits previously dug for exploration and exploration provide excellent cover for the Mechonists guarding here, and it is the familiarity and use of the terrain that allows the cathars to hold the necromantic army here.

The excavators that had been deployed in the mines were dug up by the cathars, and the heavy machinery that was originally used to dig the tunnels was now dragged to the surface by the cathars and used as bunkers.

The explosives that had been placed in the mine tunnels had been turned into tools for the rangers to thwart the scarabs, and the insects that tried to dig into the ground and attack them were now masked by the loess in the roar of the explosives.

On the ground, the artillery roared, and with the original firepower of the main mining area, whenever the space necrons' troops began to assemble on a large scale, the cathars hiding in the mine would call for a new round of fire support.

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

But under the dense firepower, there were still necromantic units emerging from the smoke, and the serpentine metal body nimbly passed through the battlefield made up by the cannon crater, and directly drilled into the mine, the harvesting knife flashed fluorescently, and the flesh and metal of the cathar splashed with the flickering of the knife flowers.

The first encounter with similar enemy warriors forced the sages of Greier to abandon part of the trenches in the mine tunnels where the initial defensive line had been arranged, and directly called for fire to strike accurately at this area.

After that, whenever the large orniths detect similar creatures, the Greeter's cathars closest to these enemy units will rush straight into battle with their own fire support.

"Iron Body, Iron Will!"

The people from Greier have a belligerent zeal, and compared to the slogans they often shout, the odds of winning with very small numbers cannot make them take a step back, and the only thing that can make the Gree warriors retreat is the binary retreat code that is constantly issued by the mechanical sage directly in their system.

But now, their sage ordered them to attack!

Countless Hunters wielded arc hammers and tried to grapple with the Serpentine Destroyer in front of them, and the Rangers who had just stepped forward were torn to shreds in a moment, while the people behind him took the place of their predecessors precisely under the calculations of the logic system.

The Ganger with a huge disparity in strength is naturally no match for the Destroyer, not to mention that there are countless scarabs tearing apart the shell of the Ranger squad that rushed out.

But their purpose has been achieved.

The Serpent Destroyer, who had been maneuvering at high speed, had to fight with a cathar squad of thirty people, and the electric pulses and radio waves faithfully transmitted their precise coordinates to the rear fire camp.

The cannonballs whistled through the cold winds of Planet 106, hitting the Cathars and The Destroyer with precision.

In an instant, the flames burst into flames, the smoke cleared, and the huge crater was impressive, only a few scarab beetles tried to move on the edge of the crater, and the metal and flesh were scattered and stained with loess.

Relying on this strategy, Greier successfully defended his main 01 mine area until reinforcements arrived.

But at this moment, the cathars on the ground had already suffered heavy losses, the ammunition in the rear began to run low, and the troops of the necromantic were still tirelessly pouring into the front line in waves.

Eventually, due to the reduction of the cathars, a reduced team did not succeed in intercepting the Serpentine Destroyer, and the necro managed to sneak into the nearest mine and kill the sage who was responsible for defending against the scarab beetles and the sages who were on the front line.

The front began to rout.

But a howl from the sky interrupted the attack of the necromantic forces.

The space chamber of the Iron Warrior burst through the air, tore through the air at high speed, and directly ignited the dense swarm of scarabs in the sky, and the steel burned along with the flames, stepping on the land together.

Reinforcements have arrived.

Huge warriors with a metallic sheen burst out of the airborne bin, yellow and black striped shoulder armor marking their identity.

The tide of battle turned in an instant, and the battle line, which had begun to rout, even began to slowly advance at this moment, and the Iron Warriors, who had skilled combat experience, jumped into the temporarily recaptured pit trenches and began to briefly defend them.

Nas stood on the pyramid-like structure of the Underworld, and he stood on the second order, because the top of the first order belonged to the king.

It is the consul in charge of the guards, and it is its mission to expel those who disturb the tombs.

It is also so, when the shallow crypt was disturbed, it was awakened.

Nas, following the memories in his thread, began to banish the lowly aliens.

At present, one-fifth of the necromantic warriors in the shallow catacombs have been awakened by the system, which is enough to wipe out the alien race on this planet according to Nas's expectations.

And the power of Enas can awaken the full force of the shallow catacombs.

Although on the battlefield, the artillery fire of the alien race blew up many slaves, but for Nas, it was insignificant.

They can get up and walk again, and the existence of the Resurrection Protocol has made death scarce.

While not all necromantic minds are transmitted back to the Immortal Construct intact, the system is not always accurate and undamaged due to the wear and tear of time.

But this bit of damage has also been summed up by Nas in the range of thinking, and can be expelled, it concluded.

Nas are not like other necromantic archons, they like to rush to the front lines to show their loyalty to their king.

Nas knew that his king believed in himself, and it didn't have to be.

Its king had been asleep for a long time, and was still asleep in the deepest depths of Nas's first three awakenings.

Nas understood the king's grief, as the eldest son of a great dynasty, he was banished to a wild planet on the edge and was demoted to a lord, and even the nobles on this planet were no longer lowly subordinates to the king, but became peers.

The king's power is also bound on this planet.

The king doesn't want to wake up, Nas knows.

As such, it will serve as its most loyal guardian, banishing out all who disturb dreams.

Perturabo stared blankly at the representative of the Sage of Greier in front of him.

The Lord of Steel sat on his throne, a dense and gruffy line dangling from the ceiling to connect to his throne, and next to the throne made of steel, battlefield data flowed wildly on a dim black screen.

"You said you called for other reinforcements?"

A deep voice echoed through the empty room.

"Yes, sir."

The mechanical sage in front of him was trying to shrink himself to the smallest size, but at the same time kept his verbal composure.

After the attack on Mine 106, a distress message was immediately released to the nearby star field.

So the Fourth Legion was called for help.

However, the information sent to the Grier Forge World was not retracted, and after judging the situation of Ore Star 106 and other political intentions, the sages of the Overworld called for the Fourteenth Legion, the reinforcement of the Death Guard.

To the surprise of the sages, the Death Guard, who was originally busy with the construction of the home planet, was particularly active in asking for help this time.

Maybe it's because Death Ward needs 106 of minerals?

And now, the Lord of Death will be the first to arrive in his fleet of Barbarus, and the main fleet of the Death Guard in Galaspar is beginning to pull back.

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

"No reinforcements are needed here."

Perturabo's voice was like pieces of metal rubbing together, and his deep eyes stared at the other side like a machine, emotionless,

"Do you think the Fourth Army needs reinforcements?"

"We've fought more death-defying wars than you have on your body."

"And you think I need reinforcements? Need a legion that has only fought a battle to help me? ”

Perturabo slowly stood up, massive armor clattering, metal enveloping him, full of power.

The flames of anger from forging steel set his face on fire.

Perturabo stepped down from his throne and strode angrily to the sage's side, where he held out a hand and took the sage's shoulder.

The piercing sound of metal deformation sounded, and the electric spark lit up faintly,

"That's why I don't like you guys so much."

Perturabo disliked most of the sages of the Mechon, and their attitude towards technology was like a sticky worm in a swamp, which made Perturabo sick.

While Perturabo and the Fourth Legion will befriend a small number of sages and forge worlds, his attitude towards most sages is one of abhorrence.

"Get out!"

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

Perturabo jerked the sage away, and the sage of Greère was thrown straight out, staggering to the ground and trying to get up.

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

The data from 106 was still flowing, but Perturabo believed that everything was already under his control, and the heavy artillery and storm birds of the Fourth Army were methodically transporting towards 106.

Perturabo was curious about his enemies, and these aliens with metal bodies might be the good news that could make him less miserable for now.

But the bad news has flooded him.

Here he is, with his legions, in an unimportant corner, for an unimportant casting world, guarding an unimportant planet.

He was even despised by these rat-eyed mechists!

How dare they call another legion to reinforce him, a legion that has not dried up, and the Fourteenth Legion has not even reported a glorious record now.

In other corners of the universe, the Emperor led the ignorant legions in other battles, and several legions participated in them, but he and his legions were once again left out in the cold!

Perturabo stared silently at the strategic data board in front of him, who looked like he was contemplating the game on the battlefield.

The battle of Randan was starting, and the arrogant face of the lion king of the First Legion, the Second Legion, and the Sixth Legion seemed to be still echoing in front of Peturabo's eyes.

Perturabo knew that he could compete for the commander, that he was far superior to them, and that only precise calculations and iron wills were what empires and emperors needed, compared to their brothers who were preoccupied with so-called customs and personal glory.

But those proud guys relied on their exaggerated behavior to attract the attention that should have belonged to him.

So he was left out in the cold, isolated, forgotten on the mud-filled, filthy battlefield, while his brothers, at the moment, stood in the square to receive the cheers of the people of the Empire.

Anger burned and crackled in Perturabo's chest.

A briefing interrupted his train of thought.

[Your Excellency, Commander of the Fourteenth Legion, Death Guard, Mortarian has requested to meet with you. 】

Perturabo snorted.

Poor guy.

Perturabo hadn't met the brother before, but between the primordials, such news always spread quickly.

In a previous chat with Magnus, (who was not disgusted by the wise man, Magnus was one of the few people who understood Perturabor's wisdom), Magnus had mentioned Motarian, a primordial from the agricultural planet, but- short-sighted.

Magnus lamented that he had heard that the new brother was extremely disgusted with psionic powers.

"It's not his fault, his planet may not support him to understand the beauty of subspace and psionic energy."

The red giant spoke in his library,

"I hope to see him in the future so that Motarian can truly understand psionic powers."

Perturabo took a sip of tea, whatever, he wasn't as kind as Magnus.

A brother from an agricultural planet, he probably won't understand and appreciate Peturabo.

Some rumors later confirmed Perturabo's suspicion that the first battle of the Fourteenth Army was not widely advertised, and on the contrary, Fenus and Vulcan, who had gone to judge, left there in silence.

Although Perturabo did not think that Fernus and Vulcan could make any objective and fair judgments, Fernus was too rigid and Vulcan was too emotional, but Perturabo also silently made a cross for the new brother in his heart.

The Death Guard emblem jumps on Perturabo's communication board, and Perturabo glances at it.

Forget it, let him come and greet his brother and teach him the art of war, which comes from the agricultural world.

(Help to take a look at the author's words)

Well...... The split volume failed big.,I decided to throw all of these into one volume.,But in fact, there's still a tail left in the plot of the last volume.。

And then about necromancy...... The author has worked hard to look through the information, but it is still for combat power, that is, electronic teasing crickets...... Well...... Probably still write idealistically. (You see Krieg beating the necromancer, the minotaur beating the necro or something...... However, the author is currently referring to the book of the Greenskin Necromancer, and the Necronomicon is currently the background ceiling, but the ...... is fighting him. Combat power benchmarked against 30k, ...... feeling? ）

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For example, what is the approximate conversion ratio between Necromancy's Calamity and the Empire's Storm Bird?

Necro Warrior and Space Marine, what is the approximate speed change ratio?

What is the current target power of the lord......? (I found the commander of the war regiment, which is almost the commander of the 30k corps)

Before Necronomicon and the Empire fought, it was 40k a bunch of mortal legions, warbands, and a bunch of Imperial Navy.

But the combat power of the imperial side is converted to 30k, which seems to be not as exaggerated as four or five large armies?

There are still a lot of combat power conversion links...... So is there any book friend who is familiar with necromancy who is willing to popularize science!!

Let's have fun, don't take it seriously...... But if I can change it, I will try to change it.

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pps

Kavinka broke my liver

The electronic teaser cricket is hard to explode

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