The cold radio waves carried an impersonal arrogance, urging and questioning from the First Legion, and the pace of war was approaching, and there was no time to hesitate.

Forward, or find an excuse to retreat, subspace should not stay for long.

The appearance of that ship disrupted the established footsteps of the Death Guard, the last words of the explorer were even more suspicious, and Motarion's face was particularly ugly, a space marine, in white and green armor, accompanied by Nurgle's curse? Motarian doesn't see this as a good sign.

There is currently only one known "former Death Guard" to Mortarian - the defected apothecary Ratun.

But could it really be him? There was too little information for Motarian to come up with his answer.

Compared to Motarian, who was obviously unkind, Hades, who had returned from exploration, was as usual, and the commander continued his work calmly with a normal face—

But is Hades really as smooth as he appears? No, the big war is ahead, and the legion needs a stable existence.

In fact, Hades was more panicked than Motarian.

At first, Hades also thought that the Space Marine would be the defecting pharmacist, but Hades, who was familiar with subspace, knew that the time of subspace was not continuous, so it was possible that it was not the pharmacist.

Could that be the future?

However, in the timeline known to Hades, if the Death Guard mutinied, the armor would have been solid green, not white and green.

Faced with the fungus-infested boat, the two people on the Death Guard who knew the truth were obviously a little bottomless.

A question hovered in the minds of the two of them together-

If the Death Guard is a renegade and believes in Nurgle, then if he appears on the battlefield of another legion under the guise of the Death Guard.

Motarian buried his face in his hands, it was the most terrifying image he could imagine for the Primordial, what would it mean for an unclean, depraved child to appear in front of the other legions?

And Hades was even more panicked because he knew that Ran Dan had defeated two legions, which was obviously too coincidental.

If only the other legions were fine, but now the Death Guard is about to face the First Legion, the First Legion that is full of Riddlers, and the First Legion who is decisive in the face of his own people!

Hades suddenly and unrealistically thought that it wouldn't be for the Lion King to think that the Death Guards had fallen, and then the First and Sixth Legions that killed the Red Eyes would also destroy the Death Guards, right?

No, no, no, he won't be able to catch anything in this way, it won't be like this.

Ahem, it's outrageous, Hades decided to put the thought aside for now.

The frustrated Hades and Motarian discussed the situation for a long time, but they really couldn't come up with exact information, and in every minute and every second of their discussion, the fleet of the Death Guard was in the tide of subspace, and the longer they anchored, the more likely they were to encounter danger.

Defending back wouldn't be a good choice, disobeying Imperial orders, and if they didn't attack, what if there was a fallen Death Guard on the battlefield ahead? If they don't kill, will they wait for the First Legion to come and behead them?

Just in case, and in Hades's admonition, Motarian had already written a book of innocence if the other legions saw the fallen Death Guard, and as he wrote this, Motarian felt as if he were dead, and Hades saw Motarion's trembling hand several times as he prepared to kill himself with a knife.

Motarian writes this, and Hades starts writing distress orders, and whenever something goes wrong, he calls for help from the space wolves that bombard nearby star fields. There are only wild wolves near them, and wild wolves are wild wolves, which is better than nothing.

Eventually, the Death Guard chose to attack, and draft attacks against the Just system began to slowly appear in the Death Guard's strategy room.

The war is imminent, and Motarian, who has finally written his self-confession, has finally recovered some of his state and began to deploy operations against the aliens.

Faced with Just, who has blocked information, the Lord of Death has handpicked thousands of men from his mortal servants, and these loyal and resourceful mortal crews will be the vanguard horn of this war.

Some of the smaller ships were urgently disguised as merchant ships by the Foundry Hall, and only the necessary light defenses were hoisted to lighten the load and increase the speed of the ships as much as possible, and this time there was no return to the voyage, and they would bring the Death Guard an update on Just.

In the subspace near Mandeville Point, the Death Guard waited silently with a scythe in hand.

This is the war that will determine the survival of the Memanic race, and every Memanik knows it, and they have left their homeland just to try to hold on to their survival.

They landed smoothly in the sky above the First Star Field according to the plan, relying on a large number of fleets, successfully occupying the mining star outside Preparation, and then relying on the mining star as a pedal, they kept encroaching on this doomed human star field.

There is only one last point left, take down the main star of Just, this dim as rusty planet, the alien technology and materials on it will provide hope for the Memanic to continue to advance, take here, not far away is the fat oasis, the spark of race survival expansion is in front of them, they will not disappoint the expectations of their hometown.

But even in the context of the fall of most of the entire galaxy, even if the Memanic sent countless surrender messages, the humans on the main planet of Just were still fighting hard, and these two-legged apes covered in tubes and metal would not accept the persuasion of the Memanic to surrender no matter what.

It doesn't matter, the Memanik will let them perish, on the orange and dry land of Just, the warriors of the Memanik have stepped on the sand, and death is inevitable.

But the natural disaster came, taking advantage of the shadow of the night.

When the curtain of darkness covered the nearest observation point of Mandeville Point, a group of merchant ships of common human pattern forcibly jumped out of Mandeville Point, and these small but large merchant ships streaked across the observation point like a meteor shower.

Memanic's fleet immediately began to snipe, bright fireballs were endless, and the wreckage of ships floated next to the blazing light, drawing the trajectory of this merchant ship in the sky, but there were still many merchant ships that escaped from the first line of defense, speed, number, and the cover of their comrades, and they were still moving forward, moving forward.

The outermost defense fleet of the galaxy immediately sent ships in pursuit, but for the ships of the Memanic, these human merchant ships were small and agile, and when they began to scatter and fly to different planets, even the Maenic had to send a large number of ships to surround them, and the anti-aircraft guns in the star field turned to aim, trying to shoot down the humans, who looked frightened.

As Memanik's gaze drifted, the giant's horn emerged from the rippling blue waters of Mandeville—he raised his sharp and brutal spear and delivered the fatal first blow at the Memaniks.

For the Meimanic in a remote corner, this will be the first and last time they will experience the charm of interstellar warfare-

Killing, destruction, the end of the war will only be the complete death of one side, for which the Grim Reaper has long raised its scythe.

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