In the blood of steel, there was a deathly silence at the moment, and the ticking of the instrument could not stop ringing, but the relatively noisy conversation of the past was now all reduced to quiet breathing.

Extremely ugly data, Perturabo was silent like an extinct volcano at the moment, and the cooled and piled up of dark gray rock plated his surface with an expressionless mask.

But everyone knows that under that thick crust of rocks, there is a raging magma that is about to erupt.

Although under the command of Perturabo, the Iron Warriors had greatly reduced the loss of ships, except for the cruiser fleet that set off at the beginning, most of the ships lost after this were low-rank, old types.

But that still can't hide his failure.

With the Primordial's astonishing insight, Perturabo knew that in his calculations a thousand times, if the ship on the opposite side did not pause at the end, then the ammunition of Iron Blood would rain down at the last moment.

The original body is confident that the firepower of Lady Glory will shred these ships, but in case

Realizing that his mind was slowly sliding towards the edge of this vortex, Perturabo felt that his breathing was getting heavier, and he managed to control the sound of his breathing, because he couldn't do it, and everyone else would always be happy to see him fail.

So he can't show his failure.

The sudden sound of communication requests slammed heavily on Perturabo's temples, and communication requests from the Death Guard came unexpectedly.

And so it was.

Perturabo laughed secretly in his heart, his brothers were always like this, stepping on each other's failed corpses and climbing upwards, seemingly harmonious on the surface, but in fact secretly mocking.

Not to mention, the primordial from the agricultural planet didn't even have the most superficial etiquette, and Perturabo could already imagine Motarian speaking in a vague country accent.

When I think of what I will face next, anger and humiliation wash over Perturabo's soul like a surging wave.

He cursed in a low voice, and Perturabo wanted to smash something, tear something, tear the ugly face on the other side, smash it, so that it no longer existed in reality.

It's like when he smashed the statue.

The clown stuff with the axe in the class.

At the last minute of the Death Guard's communication request reaching the end of the timeline, the stunned Perturabo finally approved the application.

The sound of stabbing electricity sounded, and the unstable figure characteristic of holographic projection appeared.

Perturabo hated these current sounds, which were the embodiment of instability, instability, accidents, accidents, and vulnerability.

Frail.

However, Motarian's disgusting figure does not appear in the center of the frame, and his foul-smelling poisonous gas lingers slowly at the edge of the frame.

The figure of a Death Shroud is in the center of the frame, and unlike the other Death Shrouds, one of his shoulder armors is carved with the Mecha logo, silently revealing his status as a technical sergeant.

Perturabo frowned, recognizing it as a death shroud that Motarian had brought to the Iron Blood earlier.

With the exception of the Iron Hand and the Iron Warriors, in the other legions, these interstellar soldiers who believe in the Mechanics will not occupy too high a position in the legion.

In the Iron Hand, Fenusmanus allowed his men to believe in the Cult of the Mechanicus, which made the legion very friendly with the Cult of the Martian Mechanica.

Among the Iron Warriors, Perturabo is disgusted with the sages of the Machine Sect who are all transformed and shrunk by their shoulders, and under the instruction of Peturabo, the Iron Warriors have been working hard to develop the technology of their legion, in order to please the restrictions of these villains on the legion.

Although he himself is ostensibly friendly with many mechanical cults, those "outliers" are more likely to attract Perturabo than orthodox mechanical sages.

After a brief Aquila salute, the technical sergeant in the holographic projection spoke,

"Hello, Iron Warrior Legion Captain, I'm Chief Death Shroud Hades."

As soon as Hades spoke, Perturabo realized that the voice was the person with whom Dantioc had previously communicated privately.

Perturabo's eyes narrowed, and those familiar with the original knew that this was a dangerous sign.

On the other side of communication, Hades is trembling and walking on thin ice.

He tried to keep his voice as calm and cold as he could, like a machine. Well. Or like space necromancy.

After experiencing the attack of the Necronomicon fleet just now, seeing that the Necronomicon did not immediately launch a second attack, Hades hurriedly took advantage of this brief gap to contact the Iron Warriors to inquire and discuss the next plan.

Motarian let Hades communicate without any burden, after all, he did not want to see Peturabo and did not want to talk to him.

After witnessing the formation of ships led by Perturabo , Hades realized. Is Mortarian a little depressed?

He wasn't sure, after all, it was almost impossible to see the expression on the "face" of Motarian who covered his face like an autistic person.

He could only judge based on the original body's behavior, and Motarian did not immediately ridicule or "praise" Perturabo, so Hades acquiesced that Motarian was in a normal mood now.

Of course, it was best not to let the two Primals meet again, and Hades was sure that in the previous meeting, Motarian had really considered whether or not to give Perturabo a scythe.

The movements of the Necrons in space are still unclear, and the Death Guardians lurking in the satellite of Ore Star 106 are not capable of detecting the situation on 106, and the Iron Warriors are still in charge of the war.

What Hades didn't know was that after the "pause" just now, no new necromantic soldiers poured out on No. 106, and the necromantic warriors who were originally standing on the ground were quickly wiped out by the steel warriors who reacted.

For a moment, the entire battlefield became extraordinarily quiet.

Except for the occasional sound of the Iron Warrior's gunshots, and the sound of metal rubbing against the corpses of the necromancers, there was no sound at the moment.

After the ship battle, Peturabo did not let the Iron Warriors continue to advance, but began to deploy medium and high altitude defenses, as well as trenches, more trenches.

The reconnaissance team was released to take advantage of the brief gap to spy on the enemy.

These took up a portion of Perturabo's thinking, and his current thinking and computing power were put into correspondence with the Death Guard.

Looking at Hades on the other side, he didn't intend to speak.

Would it be an insult? Motarian used his subordinates to consult with him, which was a clear offense.

Although in some cases, the Legion does seek out their trusted heirs to do the work for them.

But Perturabo still speculated about Motarian's slow, sluggish malice, like a swamp bubbling from the swamp, which made Perturabo sick.

He wouldn't speak first, he wouldn't give the other side a chance to insult him, and Perturabo hated that they weren't there, so he could walk up to this daring Death Guard, stand in front of him menacingly, and listen to the arrogant words of this Death Guard.

"At present, I am entrusted by Commander Motarian to communicate with your Legion."

Hades spoke without humility or arrogance, and Perturabo could not hear any fluctuations in his voice,

"The war is urgent, forgive me for omitting pleasantries."

Of course, it is still necessary to boast, and Hades knows this.

"I really admired the naval battle that the Iron Warriors had just had, and it was truly breathtaking to command such a fine and huge scale."

"It's hard to imagine that such a detailed operation can be carried out on such a cumbersome and grand battlefield."

"I guess most mortals won't be able to realize the subtlety of this operation."

Perturabo crossed his arms and stared at the other side.

It's just a compliment from an ordinary space marine, as a primordial, he's heard too much, this is what he deserves, it's not necessary.

"And as the commander-in-chief of this battle, you must have a far better understanding of the enemy's situation than the Death Guard in such a wonderful battle, so the Death Guard wants to share information with the Iron Warriors and discuss the next tactics."

Although Hades felt that Motarian was quite upset when he said this, in a sense, leaving Hades who knew about spoilers, the Death Guard really knew very little about this alien.

This is the truth, the truth without ridicule and malice, so Motarian did not refute it.

On the other side, still holding his arms, he turned his mind away and went to deploy the trench on the ground of No. 106.

He "watched" his heirs as they hurried through the dusty mines, their metal armor dimmed by the sand.

Perturabo then looked back at the Death Guard projection across from him, painted in greenish-white, like those fragile and fragile plants.

"For the rest of the battle, the Death Guard needs to listen to me."

Peturabo gave his verdict and then simply shut down the communication,

At the other end, Perturabo's projection figure vanished with a crackling sound of electricity.

Hades was sure that Motarian had just cursed Barbarus, and that Motarian was now likely to want to give Perturabo the unfinished scythe.

Of course, Hades also wanted to curse.

Although in reality, due to the small number of battles participated in (the lack of seniority of the legion, the late return of Motarion), and the fact that the main fleet did not arrive, it is likely that the Death Guard would have been a support position in the rest of the campaign.

But Peturabo said this, which is quite unpleasant.

However, less than a second later, the Death Guard received a stream of information from the Iron Warriors.

Complex and detailed data is well organized, marking the intelligence of space necromancy.

Numbers and Gothic leap across the screen of the Death Guard, calculating the image of an alien race.

Not only that, but the topographical map of No. 106 and the section of the trench under repair were also sent.

The information that followed was really unexpected by Hades, and he put aside his useless emotions for the time being, and began to carefully ponder this information.

He blinked in surprise.

This means that the Death Guard is likely to go to ground combat.

After all, the current fleet of the Death Guard really can't fight the ships of the space necromancer, but on the ground, the Death Guard has a strong strength.

The data that the Iron Warriors are transmitting hasn't stopped yet.

A red dot at the back of the map of Mine 106 was marked by Perturabo.

Hades inquired suspiciously,

Damn, it's Morag and a few of them.

The Death Guards were placed in the rear by the Iron Warriors, staying with the Foundry of Gree.

Had it not been for Perturabo's reminder, Hades would have almost forgotten that there were still a few Death Guard recruits on the 106th

Motarian, who had been quiet, also coughed in embarrassment.

Hades bet he forgot about it.

This somewhat diluted their anger.

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