The Crescent Scythe slices sliced through the void, the dim green light reflected death, and the fleets of the space necrons lined their home turf.

The data struck Perturabo's veins and nerves densely, and the Iron Warriors' fleet spread out like a swarm of insects, each flicker of light was an attack, countless points of light illuminating the deep sky.

According to previous data, Perturabo left enough room for this attack to rain down the vast amount of ammunition of the Iron Warriors' main fleet, and within the bearable and predictable losses, the artillery fire and lasers would ignite these dark and sluggish necromancers.

The naval battle of space necromancy is a violent solution based on a large amount of calculations and extremely high technological strength.

And the Perturabo they are facing is also the king of computing and data.

Even though the weapons on the Iron Warrior's average ships are far less advanced than those of the Space Necrons, the Iron Warrior ships are numerous.

With every ten cruisers added, Perturabo could complicate the ship group by an order of magnitude.

Without the mud and variables on the surface of ordinary planets, naval battles in the open universe would be a purely computational contest.

Massive amounts of data poured into Perturabo's mind, and with a rare all-out effort, Perturabo briefly put down the command on the ground of 106, as well as other senses, and threw himself into this war.

There is no flesh and blood, no roaring, no indifference in the universe, only glitter and steel can leave faint traces.

There is only reason and data, only coldness and hardness.

Tens of millions of years of accumulation have allowed these two races to wrestle here, and the blood and tears of hundreds of millions of people are only enough to pay for a small explosion.

Between the universes, there is only war.

The corners of Perturabo's mouth inadvertently hooked, and the fact of wrestling with the raging data, the cold images projected back by the sensors, made his brain heat up.

But he soon realized something was wrong.

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Nas looked up at the sky above the fleet it led, the alien master ship group shifting in a dizzying formation, every crevice drowned out by spears of light.

Nas was sure that if it was still a Death-Fear, it might have been stabbed by the massive amount of light from the other side, or melted in the face of the massive radiation.

But it's not, it's gone.

The sheer amount of radiation only gave its metallic body a hint of warmth.

Perhaps it should be afraid, because the group of ships it leads, the outermost defending Jackal-class raiders, is peeling off layer by layer like the festering skin of the Fear of the Dead.

But it doesn't matter.

Nas can be resurrected, and even if the fleet it leads is all defeated, they will open their eyes again in the shallow tombs of Wenmas, and ships like this, they are numerous, just drive again.

Nas's goal was to find information about the Star God Shard, and other than that, the king didn't care.

It doesn't care either.

The target ships on the opposite side were trying to escape, they needed speed, even more extreme speed, and Nas wanted to keep this naval battle as short as possible, disturbing by the fact that as an archon, far from the king it was protecting.

In order to ensure speed, only the necessary Jackal-class raid ships broke away from the fleet at Nass's signal to attract firepower, and the remaining main fleet still clung to the Fourth Knight.

Almost there.

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Motarian watched in silence as the Bird Servant looked at it, and above it, the pale green group of friendly ships was laid out in a haphazard mess and wrapped around and compressed in a dazzling gesture.

But no matter how much Perturabo fiddled with his ship, the red enemy forces still tore straight open, and their target—

It was none other than the Fourth Knight, where Motarian was.

Motarian watched in silence at the enemy ship, on which some red shards fell off and turned gray from time to time, and Motarian knew that it was a raid ship that had been sacrificed to keep the main fleet at speed.

Ha.

It was as if Motarian had returned to the battlefield of Galaspa, right now, just as he was then.

But the position of the Death Guard has long since changed.

The only thing that puzzled Motarian was the purpose of these alien races.

Why did they chase the fleet he led to the death, even after they stopped supporting the ground.

Maybe it's an alien, they can't think of each other from a human perspective.

Motari lowered his eyes in reassurance.

In the communication channel with Perturabo, the sound of electricity was constantly ringing, but Perturabo never said a word.

On the Birdservant's side, the Iron Warriors are trying to slow down the fleet of necromantic ships in space.

Regardless, the target on the other side this time was the Death Guard ship led by Motarian, and it looked like Perturabo's plan had failed.

Thankfully, the ship Motarian is on now is the Fourth Knight.

The ship's engines and overall architecture had been changed to accommodate the Battle of Garaspa.

Mortarian began to order, the engines warmed up, all shields turned on, and the queue was dense.

He's a knack for struggling in desperate situations, and the Death Guard does that every time.

The ships of the space necrons are approaching—

The crackling electricity finally stopped, and to Motarian's disgust, Perturabo's voice rang out,

"Maximize your engines and let the other ships stop the opposing side, and the Iron Warriors can defend against them."

Peturabo was going crazy, the calculations made him tremble, but he really couldn't understand the behavior of the space necrons on the other side, even if the tactics of the opposite side followed the optimal solution calculations, but the other side was like a madman in the setting of targets?!

They have no interest in attrition or attacking the Iron Warrior ships, and are only chasing the Death Guards with all their might.

He even deliberately exposed the Iron Warriors, who could inflict considerable losses on them with minimal cost and pause.

But those sickle-shaped ships don't do that! It seems that their only goal is to catch up with the ships of the Death Guard, and they don't even care if they can win the naval battle.

According to the current trajectory of the space necromancy, all the cold calculations will point to that outcome, to the most cruel and unacceptable outcome.

Although Perturabo really wants Motarian to die, he doesn't want Motarian to die in the jurisdiction of his Iron Warriors!

He will become a great disgrace in the eyes of the other primitives, father, what will the emperor think of him? What do the other primordials say when they talk about him?

This filthy fraternity will become an indelible stain on him!

Listening to the words of Peturabo on the other side, Motarian gripped his scythe and fell silent, the incense burner on his body making a slight noise with his movements.

Although Motarian could not hear the emotions of others on a daily basis, his perception of despair and fear was superior to that of all others.

Peturabo was in despair, he was scared.

Motarian pursed his lips, he was happy to see this.

Motarian spoke, his voice hoarse,

"My brother, let the hillbillies teach you a lesson."

Motarian then turned off the communication channel and began to command his troops.

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The space necromantic fleet is rapidly closing in on the Death Guard, and the small raidships in front of them begin to separate, revealing their main ships.

Motarian blinked, preoccupied.

Sure enough, the space necrons began to slow down slightly.

It was a precursor to a gang-hopping battle, and Motarian was right.

The Death Guard's spears and torpedoes began to fire, but were easily torn apart by the Necromancy's main ship without incident.

Space necrons are rampage through the Death Guard's fleet of ships.

[Fourth Knight, turn the hull around.] 】

A trickle of poisonous gas slowly drifted into the air from the incense burner on Motarian's body.

The Fourth Knight, who had been galloping forward, began to turn backwards. And this sudden braking immediately pulled the distance between the two ships.

Seeing the space necromancer's ship about to crash directly into the fragile sidestrings of the Fourth Knight-

Now is the time.

[Reverse thrust, the left engine is full.] 】

The Grim Reaper spoke his command.

The Fourth Knight burst out with extreme speed in an instant, and the huge acceleration even made the main beam of the Fourth Knight that had been reinforced three times begin to tremble!

That's enough acceleration to pump the spine of a mortal crew! In Motarion's sight, the mortal skin slumped open, then tore straight back, blood splattering straight back.

Inside, it is estimated that most of the entrails have been shattered into pulp.

But Motarian didn't have time for anything else, and the original calculated the angle.

[The right-wing engine is full.] 】

Before Mortarian could finish speaking, a huge collision sound erupted along the hull of the Fourth Knight!

It worked.

Under Mortarian's command, the Fourth Knight turned in an instant, and managed to break out of its original position, crashing its hull straight into the side of the space necromancer.

The bow of the Fourth Knight, which had been specially reinforced and smashed into the main nest of Galaspa, had successfully opened a hole for the main ship of the space necrons after sacrificing itself.

But the front end of the Fourth Knight was also rotten at the moment, countless alarms sounded, the air in the front and middle sections was being frantically pulled away from the Fourth Knight, and some unfortunate mortal crew members were swept away by these turbulence and thrown into the cold universe.

Motarian didn't pause, and as soon as he realized that the Fourth Knight had collided with the opposite side, he immediately began to head to the forward end of the ship, and the company of the Death Guard had already advanced to his designated position.

The gray cloak rattled, and Motarian knew they could start fighting.

He is still better at these than empty fleet warfare.

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Perturabo looked in disbelief at the group of ships on the Death Guard.

There, both sides, which had been speeding at breakneck speed, stopped.

Between the battled cruisers and the Jackal-class raiders, the two largest ships on both sides collided, and the Fourth Knight thrust into the inner hook of the half-moon necromantic ship.

As expected, the scene of the Fourth Knight being directly dressed into pieces by the space necrons appeared.

Perturabo realized that Motarian had modified the Fourth Knight enough so that the ship would not fall apart in the event of a massive impact on the front.

They survived.

Perhaps, Perturabo would have liked to be stunned or something, and it was not realistic to tell him rationally, but he still coldly and immediately commanded the ships of the Iron Warriors to encircle and crush the stagnant two sides, and tear apart the raiding ships on the opposite side with their firepower.

In the center of the fierce battle between many ships, on the main ship, a chic gang battle also kicked off.

Led by Motarian, the scythe of the Death Guard easily swung at these aliens who also wielded scythes.

These space necrons are significantly weaker in melee combat than death guards.

As long as you watch out for the Gauss laser on the opposite side, the Death Ward can easily gain an advantage.

Mortarian hooked and scythe, easily tearing open a metal skeleton, and then he raised his gun and fired, each bullet taking away the "life" of an alien race.

In Motarian's eyes, the soldiers on the other side were a bunch of metal skeletons and Gaussian weapons, perhaps different shapes, but they were just as different.

Metal skeletons, more metal skeletons crawled out in silence, like soulless corpses, and then given death by the death guards.

The Death Guards, led by Motarian, pushed forward step by step, and soon they were on a flat ground on a space necromantic ship.

A larger skeleton stepped out, an axe in one hand and a shield in the shape of a coffin in the other.

Motarian didn't care about that, in his eyes, this necromancer was no different from anything else.

He raised his hand directly to shoot it, and the bullet of the dark lamp grazed the shield on the opposite side and splashed on its leg, forming a black scorch.

Nas looked at the alien race on the other side, which was obviously taller, and it knew that it couldn't beat the other side.

But it doesn't have to win, if it really wants the other party's lives, then it can tear them apart with its fleet just now.

To Nas's dismay, the information of the Star God Fragment was gone, and even after close detection, the Fragment was indeed not here.

Perhaps it could ask, even if it seemed stupid enough, but at least it would prove to the king that it had tried.

"Flesh and blood creatures."

Nas spoke.

"I speak to you on behalf of the king's will,"

Mortarian was startled when he saw the metal shelf on the other side speak, and then—

He went straight to the sprint.

Motarian wasn't interested in the alien's words, he'd heard enough before.

In an instant, Motarian was already close to Nas, and the heavy scythe of the original body broke through the air, tearing through Nas's shield, and Nas had to dodge the blow by dodging backwards.

Motarion's attack irritates Nas, who even more feels stupid for his actions.

Why are you trying to communicate with these lowly races?

But Nas's thread began to reassure it again, at least Nas came here, and the king was still safe, and he didn't have to be insulted by flesh creatures—

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Above the ground, a desperate signal came from Nas, which made it pause for a moment—

It needs to go back, back to the king?!

Motarian seized this opportunity and cut off the alien directly.

The Resurrection Protocol operates, and the mind of Nas, who has high-level clearance, is teleported back to the Immortal Construct on the surface of Winmas.

The Necro ships, which had lost their main commander, were gradually routed under the control of Perturabo, and the ships without a target began to attack on their own, and the Iron Warriors paid a great price for this again.

Mortarian continued to lead the Death Guard in clearing the space necrons from the main ship, and these soldiers would not be their opponents in melee combat, and the Death Guard's attack was unusually smooth compared to the Iron Warriors who were fighting at sea.

Motarian had been expecting to meet another alien like the leader, but it seemed that the one he had just hacked to death was the only leader.

If the Space Necro's infantry melee is of this intensity. Maybe the pressure on Hades' side wasn't as great as he thought.

Motarian thought.

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