The vastness and depth of the void, the glowing yellow light reflected by 106 filled the space.

Closer, closer.

The scythe-shaped ships of the space necrons were still gliding unhurriedly towards the main fleet of Iron Warriors, their steady speed like a time bomb with a steady reading beside Perturabo.

The cruiser sent by the Iron Warriors got faster and faster, the plasma engine pushed to its maximum, and a royal blue tail flame swayed.

Soon, the space necromancer's spaceship entered the range of the Iron Warrior's cruiser, but the Iron Warrior did not take the lead in attacking, but adjusted the queue of the ship group, and vaguely formed an encirclement posture directly ahead.

But the sickle ships did not try to retreat, as Perturabo thought.

Was it given a dead order that you had to move forward?

In the previous combat profile analysis, these xenomorphs that resemble robots seem to be really like robots, never retreating, tireless, and never stopping.

Their superiors have absolute control over them, and orders are given and no subordinates will disobey them, even if these necromancers armed with the most basic weapons will face the next round of artillery bombardment from the Iron Warriors.

Thinking of this, Perturabo's eyes were obscure, and the qualities of these alien races were revealed.

Peturabo pulled back his thoughts in time, a dangerous thought.

He was standing silently on the deck of Iron Blood, and the data cable next to his head was transmitting the information of the forward cruiser in real time, so that the Legion Commander could give the latest orders as soon as possible.

On the ground of 106, at the edge of Mine 03, it was reported that the opposite aircraft had been spotted, and Perturabo dispatched his own artillery support to this, and then sent Storm Birds and other flying troops.

There's nothing to worry about, let that hillbilly see the art of real combat, instead of blindly piling up his soldiers on the battlefield.

【Fire.】 】

The order was given, and it was precisely transmitted to the cruiser fleet at the beginning, and in an instant, a huge net of torpedoes enveloped the necromantic fleet, and the light dragged by the flames was dazzling.

It's over, or maybe there is something about the defense of the opposing fleet's fleet that can make him sigh with emotion.

Perturabo turned his attention to the troops on the ground, where the Stormbird had a somewhat higher rate of loss -

[Tungsten Requests Emergency Communication——]

[The Copper Requests Emergency Communication——]

[Cinnabar requests emergency communication——]

【. 】

In just a few moments, no less than dozens of urgent communication applications came from the Pioneer cruiser!

Perturabo hurriedly focused his thoughts on the cruiser's message beam, but after frantically shouting, there was a deathly silence on the other side.

The expressions of the people who were busy around the original body also became distorted.

The bad thought swept through like a flash of a bomb, and it took a fraction of a millisecond for Perturabo to calm himself, knowing that he had no feelings, steel inside and out.

He opened the main fleet's information beam, and due to Perturabo's trust in sensors and his disdain for the naked eye, he decided that the Iron Blood did not need to be equipped with a viewing window, and therefore the Legion Commander could not observe the battlefield directly through the window.

The signal from the Bird Servant made his expression change.

The star field where the two ships touched, the screen was full of red warning symbols, the gray failure symbols were full of screens, and there was no blue point of light that represented normal.

In real time, the undead fleets were still following their straight tracks, but - their speed had soared to a level that would have terrified all of humanity!

The steel fragments exploded, bright red and royal blue, but it was no longer the scene of torpedoes exploding that Perturabo was familiar with, and countless fragments of cruisers, large and small, floated in the air by inertia, which was the wail of the mechanical explosion on it.

The cruiser Cinnabar at the forefront was torn apart by the fleet of space necromancers, and now, the fleet of space necrons is heading straight for the cluster where the Iron Blood is located!!

【Spread out!】 Disperse! Σ formation!! 】

Rather than the anger and annoyance of being disgraced in front of the death guards, Perturabo, who was familiar with the fleet's data, realized at this moment what they were facing?! Incredible surprise and fear slowly crept up.

Hades stood in front of the porthole, staring at the sea in front of him.

There, there are constantly bright explosions blooming.

The explosion of the torpedo, the ignition of the spear of light, the light is the only thing that penetrates the dark void.

But in the midst of that brilliant and bright light, the brilliant green of the space necrons galloped out like a speeding motorcycle, smoothly flying out of the Iron Warrior's attack range.

It's too fast, it's really too fast.

The fleet of space necromancers has reached the limit of Hades' cognition, even if they are at a considerable distance from the main combat zone, these necromantic sickle-shaped ships can slide from this side of the observation window to the other side of the observation window in a very short speed, and countless cruisers are directly torn to pieces by space necromancers.

The entire Iron Warriors' originally dense group of ships immediately became scattered as birds and beasts.

But Hades didn't speak, and at the moment when the Space Necrons and the Iron Warriors began to fight, a message was sent to inform Motarian that he had come to watch the battle.

However, it is likely that Motarian, who is training with the Death Guard, will ignore this message, and in order to get the Legion Commander over, Hadist deliberately recorded a footage of the Space Necro tearing apart the Iron Warrior Cruiser.

In addition to this, Hades has left all fleets loose, ready to respond to the enemy and flee at any time.

But let's be honest. After seeing the performance of the space necromantic ships, Hades was no longer sure if the small fleet of Barbaros that the Death Guard was now carrying would be able to meet the enemy.

Hades pursed his lips unconsciously, and above the flashing red electronic left eye, the camera began to record, and the behavior trajectories of both parties were transmitted to the left brain for the first time, and began to analyze.

Although the ships of the space necromancy were like cold water thrown into hot oil, and the ships that aroused the Iron Warriors scattered in an instant, Hades found that the Iron Warriors did not disperse irregularly.

On the contrary, the Iron Warriors' fleet of ships is regrouping, and its seemingly chaotic scene is designed to reduce its own losses.

It's like a school of sardines in the ocean, dense and huge, and when the sharks rush into the school, they immediately disperse, so that each fish can hide in the huge school.

In Hades's understanding of empire and computation, perhaps on a two-dimensional plane, an irregular model that calculates a few points can be solved by computer brute force.

But if it's three-dimensional space, and it's the number of ships owned by an entire legion, the amount of calculation and difficulty will explode exponentially—

And these are all calculated by Peturabo's brain?!

Hades gritted his teeth and took a cool breath.

The Iron Warriors' group of ships didn't stop moving, shifting in line as much as they could in space, and realizing that torpedoes were extremely limited in damage to space necrons, Perturabo began to manipulate the ships to fire at the ships at the limit of the light spear.

At the same time, Perturabo began to predict the trajectory of the opposing ships, and in advance arranged firepower in the path where it might travel to the largest small ships, and under the cover of his own fire and formation, these forward-reinforced ships rushed straight to the weak point of the necromantic ships.

The Necrons rushed deeper into the encirclement, where the larger tiers of battleships began to rain down their gunfire.

Dazzling and overwhelmed, Hades' right eye was completely unable to keep up with the rhythm of the Iron Warrior ship.

Most of the ships are painted in the dark gray of the Iron Warriors, but under the countless queue changes, and on top of the metal shells, the glow of explosions and fires is intertwined, and it begins to give people an illusory ethereal feeling.

In this hazy halo, a speck of green went out.

？！

In the Death Guard command room, it was as if breathing had fallen silent.

There was a rush of footsteps in the hallway, too loud, but no one cared about it anymore.

Motarion's gaze swept through the door and directly to the observation window directly in front of him.

The original body was stunned.

Compared to the mortals who couldn't understand it, and Hades, who needed the help of an electronic left brain to see clearly, Motarian instantly saw Perturabo's command.

This.

In front of the porthole, Hades looked at the halos that were still flickering in disbelief, but the fall of a star still could not dim an entire constellation, and the fleets of the necromancers were about to include the Iron Blood, the Iron Warrior's Glory Queen, into their attack range!

The Gauss weapons on the necromantic ships began to grow brighter, and the muzzles that could be loaded with shards of the dead stars began to aim.

The Iron Warrior's ship grew even crazier, and a few more grains of green went out, and the blood of steel dragged her graceful body, lifting her skirt and running backwards, shields embellishing her skirt with a glittering jeweled sheen.

But within the layers of her skirt, countless weapons of death were staring at these necromantic ships that looked like ants compared to her.

Seeing that both sides are going to—

On the 0879 space necromancer-class assault ship, the necromantic warriors are working silently.

As a low-level mind, this group of necromantic warriors attacking the ship had no autonomous consciousness.

After discovering that the fleet group above 106 was the same enemy as the army attacking them on the ground, the number and size of the group met the minimum number of expulsions required by the ordinance (in fact, the Iron Warriors were a large force, plus some of the ships of the Death Guard)

They were sent to expel the enemies of space.

The deep necromantic nobles need to sleep quietly, and these alien races that come to disturb them need to be banished, so that no one can disturb the sleep of the space necromancers.

After all, forced early awakening can cause unpredictable damage to higher-order thinking, and the consciousness that has been worn out over a long period of time can no longer afford this.

The largest target enemy ship on the opposite side entered the range of the space necromancer, and the programmed necro warrior performed a detailed data scan of the enemy ship before the first attack according to the predetermined behavior-

#￥%…… &***&%￥？！

Familiar and terrifying vague information from the Necrons came—

In the past few years, there had been extremely small fluctuations in the Star God Fragments on this ship.

？？？？！！！！

The Alpha-class alarm burst from the raiding ship in an instant! These flashing radio waves of crazy information were directly transmitted to the tomb consciousness on the ground of 106, which was too much beyond the conventional information, superimposed on the original wear and tear of the tomb, and for a while, the entire tomb consciousness appeared a very short window period-

[Protocol errors, warnings, stuttering, stuttering, stuttering]

In the battle area of Mine 03, the Iron Warriors watched as the originally dense necromantic warriors began to stuck, and the dead necromancers at this moment would not pass the resurrection agreement.

Above the sky, the necromantic flying machine that had been like entering a no-man's land began to fall—

On the planet, the assault ship that was about to sail into the core area of the Iron Warriors suddenly stopped.

And Peturabo directly seized this opportunity, and in a very short time, those undead ships were immediately torn to pieces!

The culprit who caused all this was still staring at the porthole in a daze with a puzzled expression.

While Iron Warrior's downdown of an enemy is cause for celebration, it wouldn't have been that way in Hades' left-brain simulation.

It was as if the ships of the dead had come to a halt.

What's going on?

[In the deepest part of Tomb 106, it opens its eyes.] 】

- This is the first time that the space necrons have intercepted Hades' information -

[■■■Above, its gaze looked over with interest.] 】

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