On the ground of No. 106, between the Blackstone complex No. 03, the Grim Forges and the Iron Warriors, the warriors of the Death Guard, are constantly shuttling.

Since the Airborne Team successfully cooperated with the Airborne Forces to bombard the Blackstone complex, the Necrons in space have noticeably slowed down, and no new Necro soldiers have poured in.

One of the most significant advantages of the space necrons is their endless array of soldiers, but at this moment, they have clearly lost their advantage when they are no longer alive.

In this regard, Perturabo's judgment is that those blackstone buildings are the ones that command these soldiers and are responsible for the resurrection and logistics of the necromantic army, so destroying these buildings is obviously the right and necessary option.

The main fleet of the Death Guards Galaspar had also arrived, and an army of Death Guards and Iron Warriors, under the command of Garo and Vaux, quickly cleared the slower Necrons of their movements.

Compared to the warriors who are working together to encircle and suppress the necromantic army in the wasteland, the three waves of people and centaurs in the blackstone building have their own thoughts.

In the name of Perturabo, the Iron Warriors have come to collect alien technology and further ensure that enemy buildings are destroyed.

Although the foundries of the Gran Mechanic are also secretly searching for alien technology, some are also trying to find the illusion of the Om Messiah.

In contrast, the Death Guards were purely numerous, and they came in search of someone in the name of Motarian.

Blackstone was scattered across the ground, strange technological creations of the alien race everywhere, cracks clinging to the hard rock, the lines left behind by the tyrannical lightning.

"Praise be Ohm the Messiah."

A foundry was leading his cathars to a foothold in front of a boulder, on which lightning-fast cracks were clearly visible, bottomless.

At that time, he was standing in the distance, and saw the huge shadow that suddenly rose from afar.

Is that the Death Guard, Hades?

No. No, that's the surrogate of the God of All Machines in the world!

Black and white are mixed with brilliant green, the space becomes distorted, and in an instant, beautiful and cumbersome knowledge crosses in front of the foundry's eyes, and confusion is a ripple on the water, easily dissipating.

It's like a dream.

The forger blinked, he caught a glimpse of a corner, but only a glimpse, that the treasure trove of precious and complicated knowledge did not leave anything for this believer, he saw it, and then forgot about it.

Could it be that he is not religious enough?

"Praise the Messiah and forgive me for my disrespect."

The forger muttered to himself, the servo head playing the chant as best he could.

As a strong believer in the Granier Mechanical, they rejoiced to witness the miracle, but the man was gone.

God's substitutes, like the shining bubble that disappears brightly, are left with nothing but messes and obsessions after a flash of shock.

They hope to at least catch something.

The forger knelt before the miracle, more willing to sit still than his colleagues who were searching for alien technology, testing to see if they could hear the aftermath of God again.

The earth beneath him responded.

Inaudible, impurity-filled radio waves came from the rock.

That's a distress signal. The accompanying Space Marines number at the back is:

"Here!! Ground floor!! ”

"He's alive!"

God didn't forsake them!

Hades lay helplessly in the death guard's infirmary.

Familiar location, familiar bed, familiar pharmacist.

Damn, the old yin of the figure king is too ruthless.

Tarasin helped to press down Dynasty 106 and went back to sleep, and then the things promised to Hades were packed and thrown into an empty burial chamber, and when Hades took someone to dig it up.

Hades, on the other hand, chose a shallow tomb to lie down, ready to knock himself unconscious and wait for someone to dig it.

Tarasin watched speechlessly as Hades tried to stab himself and then play dead.

"If you don't act, the troops above will be withdrawn later."

"I'm not trying to poke somewhere!"

Hades looked at the knife in his hand with a painful expression, he couldn't stab too shallowly, otherwise the pharmacist would be able to tell at a glance that he was playing dead.

Although Motarian and the Death Guard don't mind how Hades died and lived, other legions are currently there, and Hades thinks it's more reliable to lie down on the corpse and let the Death Guard pick it up.

He can't just fall from the sky and have a bunch of necromantic weapons in his hands, right?

And it seems that according to Taracin, Motarian and Peturabo quarreled again, what is going on?

Hades had a toothache.

"You can't do it, can you?"

Tarasin walked slowly,

"What are you doing? I'm warning you! ”

"It's okay, I'll help you again!"

"Ahh

Hades opened his eyes again, and what he saw was the ceiling of the Death Guard Endurance.

"Yo, woke up?"

The pharmacist Leo's big face popped up in front of Hades' eyes, and Hades nodded weakly.

Oh yes, the new brain that Tarasin gave him was thoughtfully set up in the original livery, that is, the right brain that others can't see in Hades is actually not his original anymore!

His brain.

Leo ignored Hades' wistful eyes, and the apothecary easily turned on the Legion's channel to inform Motarian that Hades had woken up.

Motarian has been trying to tangle with Perturabo lately, or lead his army to ground combat himself.

Leo walked over and, after making sure that Hades was in stable health, went out with his apprentice, Io.

Io was one of the last batch of Barbaros death guards to be selected, and he showed himself to be very smart in the later training, and the pharmacist Leo asked the new student to come over.

The first strike is stronger, since the last time the foundry department snatched Hades over, the medical department is fast and ruthless for potential newcomers.

"You're going to be in charge of District 12."

"I'm here waiting for the Legion Commander to come over."

Leo said to Io, who nodded and headed to District 12.

His friend Lena happened to be being treated in Area 12.

Morrag did his duty to be in charge of the rookie squad, keeping them behind the battle line, only occasionally dispatching to cooperate with the Mechists to clear the flanks of the enemy.

The team survived, but there were no deaths.

But the dishonest Lena did not abide by the military rules, and inadvertently lost contact with the main army during the battle, and when Morag found Nale again, the boy lay on the ground with a saggy face, seriously injured.

He was going to be punished, but only after he was healed.

"Yo! Io! There you are! ”

Nale's familiar words sounded, and Io made a straight face and knocked on Lena,

"Don't make noise, get some rest."

"Ah, it's so boring to lie down!"

"Alas, don't knock me, okay, I'll lie down!"

Io looked at Lena and a strange feeling welled up, but he couldn't tell that something was wrong.

"If you're bored, then read a book."

Io picks up a book he borrowed from Lena, a book about exotic animals.

"I don't like to see this."

"Then go to sleep."

In order to shut up Lena, Io directly smashed the book in Nale's face.

"Whew! Lighten it up! ”

The book was smashed open, and on the pages there was a chicken with five legs, a horse without legs, a snake with nine heads, and a wolf with three legs.

What a strange creature, Io thought.

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