[Battle marshal? Not interested. 】

Motarian said slowly, glancing at Fernus and Vulcan in front of him under his hood, and looked away nonchalantly.

He seemed to be provoking Fernus, but he didn't, and Vulcan felt the magma surging faintly beneath Fernus's icy shell, and he sighed and digressed from the subject.

[Perhaps we should look at our next target, Planet 154-4, which is known as Ibsen in the old language of the locals.] 】

[Wait a minute. 】

Motarian opened his hand,

[I need to be clear about who is the leader of this war - it will save me a lot of trouble.] 】

Vulcan spoke,

[Me. 】

Before he could finish speaking, Mortarian narrowed his eyes, his gaze wandering suspiciously between Vulcans and Phernus, as if he did not believe that Vulcan was the leader of the war.

Judging from the aura of the two primitives, Fenus is more like a leader.

In fact, Vulcan did not understand why he was chosen as the leader, and Fernus was more suitable than him, but the military ministry still chose him.

Motarian was silent for a moment, silently remembering the unreasonable arrangement, and then the Lord of Death's sharp gaze looked away, and he spoke again, in a casual tone,

[Regardless of whether you are a candidate for battle commander or not - in the next war, as long as the tactics are reasonable, the Death Guard will cooperate with your arrangement.] 】

Vulcan pursed his lips, he remembered the image he had seen Motarian earlier, the burning hive, and the rumors...... A human planet destroyed by the Extinction Order.

Even though Motarian now feels like a scythe wrapped in rags, he looks so low-key overall, but he always shows a vicious cold light in inadvertent places.

[Motarian, you can't...... Use poison gas weapons, not regionally polluting weapons, and be careful not to injure civilians - while the planet is currently ruled by the Elvens, the Empire needs it to remain intact, and we need the resources on it. 】

Motarian didn't say a word, and the poisonous fog that surrounded him seemed to envelop him completely.

They heard two heavy breaths under the gas masks, and Motarian looked like he was about to contradict them, but the next moment-

[Okay.] 】

Motarian agreed, and he looked at them gloomily,

[Send me the rest of the information and tactics.] 】

The Lord of Death walked away.

[Well said.] 】

Fernus patted Vulcan on the shoulder,

[He needs to realize that war is not a game for him to do whatever he wants, and we need to consider the battle loss ratio. 】

Vulcan smiled, but the next moment—

[Salamanders should probably use less Flame Weapons as well, what do you think of this advice, Vulcan?] 】

Vulcan's smile disappeared, well, he muttered.

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The Death Guard was deployed in Ibsen's icefield, and the good news was that there was no sign of humanity other than a few hominids running around in animal skins.

This took the Lord of Death into considerable trouble, and Motarian still remembers the day he first met Vulcans and Fenus - Fernanus was a bastard who was only about efficiency, and Vulcan's damn empathy didn't match his rugged appearance.

The first meeting of the three primordials was a complete disaster, and Mortarian didn't want to recall that memory anymore, it was all in the way, Galaspar was fine now, and he needed to face these two damned brothers again, and it was enough to know that.

The enemy they faced this time was the Eldar, the Eldar, and Motarian chewed the word slowly, of course he remembered what the Elven had done, and he was a man of vengeance.

He would tear them apart - which somewhat distracted Motarian from working with the two "brothers".

The Lord of Death has set his sights on this continent of ice and snow.

The treacherous and huge spirit creations rose from the snowy ice field, the obelisk was engraved with mysterious runes, and countless huge gems as large as fists were inlaid in between, and under the detection of the bird servant, a hazy aura of spiritual energy shrouded these desecrated buildings, and the troops could not land directly.

Motarian knows why the Death Guard was sent to this planet, psionics? He and the Death Guards are good at it.

He casually wrote and drew on his white map, he connected the nodes, calculated—Motarian was silent.

The obelisk guided his answer, and the core of these nodes was between the rainforest, where the salamanders were in charge of the war zone.

Motarian briefly recalled the size of the salamander fleet at the time of the meeting, and the number of warriors.

He suddenly realized...... The Death Guard may need to be a little faster, these nodes are often interconnected, and Motarian doesn't want to witness defeat, and he doesn't want to let the failures of others interfere with him.

With the return of the last scout team previously sent, Motarian began his war.

As a prelude to the war, flashbangs and low-gas stink bombs were the first to be dropped on the human tribes in the path of the death guards.

Motarian watched expressionlessly as the damned wildlings wailed and scurryed across the ice fields, and most of the wildlings were lulled into corners that the Lord of Death didn't care about, guided by the direction of the wind and the stench.

That's enough.

Then, when the storm clouds that enveloped the ice field on the Bird Servant finally dissipated, the tanks with the six-ringed skulls on the armor plates rushed up to the continent—

The Foundry's purposely widened rough tracks rutted over the white earth, and the dull bone-white of the Death Guard's armor flickered between the vehicles.

The roar of the Storm Bird engines resounded over the ice field, always maintaining a fifteen-kilometer lead with the armored forces on the ground, who were in a far more dangerous situation than the ground forces, and in clear weather, the reflection of the snow from the ice field would greatly interfere with the driver's vision.

Sonic red circles spread across the vehicle's Bird Servant, and the air force successfully marked any suspicious landmarks and bunkers on the ice field - unlike the usual enemies, the cunning Elven had hidden itself in the vast expanse of the ice field, and the rest of the place was blank except for the obvious deployment of troops at the nodes of the obelisk.

From the safe landing site protected by the Orbital Fleet, the forces of the Death Guard are approaching the Legion's first target node at the fastest marching speed.

On the Stoic, Mortarian stared at the data-cluttered real-time map, his thin fingers on the channel switch—

In the sky, the cold wind began to become chaotic.

Motarian's voice rang out along with the bird-servant sirens of the foremost airship.

[Garo, D3.] 】

After a dazzling spatial warp, a roaring psionic thunderbolt slammed into the Death Guard's Stormbird array, and the group dispersed, the front plane dodging most of the lightning after a beautiful barrel roll, but its flanks were still hit, smoke billowed and it began to crash land.

The Storm Bird behind it immediately filled its position, aiming at the space where the psionic energy was distorted, and the heavy bombs rained down.

The Storm Bird behind it immediately filled its position, aiming at the space where the psionic energy was distorted, and the heavy bombs rained down.

Blood and screams rang out, wings flapped across the sky, and a group of pterosaurs appeared in the sky, their crimson iron scales dense and smooth.

On the back of the largest dragon, a spirit male witch raised his scepter and chanted a spell in a high-pitched voice.

The Death Guard's Stormbirds began to retreat, hoping to distance themselves from the opposite side in order to make a long-range output, but the dragons were significantly better maneuvering than the fighters.

For a moment, the sharp claws of the pterosaur tore at the fighter, and they were entangled outside the battleship. Due to its limited angle, the Storm Bird is unable to directly attack the Pterodactyls wrapped around its fuselage. A blinding flash of fire lit up, and several metal giants fell to the ice.

In the sky, the fighters began to fight with the pterodactyls, and on the snowfield, Garo stood at the forefront of the armored cluster, he raised his one-handed sword in his hand, and behind him, the tanks slowly raised their muzzles, the death guards in groups of three, and the people in the front carried heavy bazooka gun mounts-

"Launch!"

Missiles roared and tore through the sky, countless trails of white smoke trailing behind them,

"Stupid monkey! The only thing you can rely on is your brutal steel monsters! ”

The Elven cursed, brandishing his scepter and directing the pterodactyls to avoid the missile swarm, and the pterodactyls deftly dodged the missiles that pounced on them, preparing to continue attacking the Storm Bird.

"Bang!"

The first brilliant fireworks exploded in the air, and sporadic pieces of scorched pterosaur corpses fell.

The Spirit Clan looked back in shock, his trembling pupils reflecting the rain of fire that had turned his head.

He wouldn't know that the Death Ward's bazooka system was provided by Gree's Forge World, and later changed by Hades Forge Master. Greier's most famous technology is the automatic missile homing system.

The spirit clan raised the scepter, and the words were in his mouth, and the fluctuating huge net covered the dragons centered on him, and Garo kept a close eye on the spirit clan, dozens of fireworks hit the target, but in the thick smoke, the enemy's life mark did not disappear.

Garo spoke, his sword clenched as he prepared for a second wave of attacks.

"Enrique, hurry up."

"Know, don't rush!"

The Foundry's irascible voice rang out from the other end of the channel, but Garo didn't pay any more attention, he raised his sword and shouted,

"Launch!"

Fire and rain.

At the other end, in the middle of the armored cluster, Enrique knelt with a grimace on his knees carrying a rocket stand larger than the other Death Guards.

Behind him, the technical sergeant Pasteur seemed to be unaware of anything, he was staring motionlessly at the spirit in the sky, the parameters constantly corrected in the eyepiece.

Packs of pterodactyls flipped through the smoke, psionic fluctuations distorted space, and blinding sunlight reflected almost blinding light across the snowy fields.

Pasteur pulled the trigger.

The huge missile soared into the sky, and at high speed, the words "Hades' Gift" and other words could be vaguely seen scribbled on its missile.

Another difficult missile, the Elves focused their efforts, and a shield that was no different from the previous one emerged.

Then he saw a dog wagging its tail at him drawn on the head of the missile.

Then, for this spirit race, there is no then.

Hades' Gift was successfully given to the Death Guard's "friend", and the dust exploded, and the group of Pterodactyls, which had lost their leadership, were quickly wiped out in a combined offensive of missiles and storm birds.

Garo felt the enthusiasm from the sky, and he pointed his sword ahead.

"Forward!"

In response to him was the roar of a tank engine.

The steel cluster began to flow slowly again, and Enrique laughed and patted Pasteur, who looked at his teacher's teacher in a daze, wondering why Enrique was so happy.

Hades' Gift, which contains a large number of untouchable ashes in the middle of the missile, was developed by Kirkland Sage and the Ministry, while another inventor insisted that the creation should be called the Gift of Hades - no one paid attention to him.

Again, because of the scarcity of materials, this gift was extremely expensive, and it was unimaginable to waste a "Hades' gift", and everyone in the casting department agreed that it was a good pun.

The Death Guard continued to advance, the white snow becoming a mess. The number of death guards, the ammunition far exceeded the opposite, it was a crush, and the Lord of Death felt the heartbeat of the opposite side gradually slowing down.

Garo led his troops to repel the attacks of the Spirit Clan many times, and he did not even change the tactics used every time, under the huge firepower advantage, every time the Spirit Clan tried to attack, it was just a change of way for them to die.

Eventually, the Death Guard's forces advanced to the clearing around the obelisk, and at this time, the resistance of the elves had reached its most intense level, countless eldar warriors rushed out with sharp blades in their hands, and the elven witches chanted the spell of manipulating the ice and storm, and they used themselves as nodes to establish a path to resonate with the obelisk.

The tall witch swung her runic sword, and as she chanted, a dragon-sized python snaked out of the cavern beneath the obelisk, its scarlet core hissing, staring with interest at the death guard in front of her.

Knowing the high mobility of the Eldars themselves, Garo ordered Enrique to lead most of the armored forces to deploy at the rear of the front line in advance to provide fire support to the front line, instead of letting them rush directly to the battlefield and become toys in the eyes of the agile elves.

The earth trembled as the earth shook as the Death Guards and the Elves fought together as Garo led three Death Guards in an attempt to hold off the python.

Above the sky, the Death Guard's stormbirds can already be described as insane, pouring all their ammunition into the airspace regardless of their subsequent return, almost artificially creating a dark cloud that covers the land.

Death guard Antai waved the scythe in his hand, relying on brute force to directly use the scythe to frame the sharp blade that the spirit clan rushed to his throat, sparks splashed, and the long and curved scythe scythe stole into the gap in the spirit clan's arms, Antai suddenly exerted force, and a bunch of organs ripe like falling grapes were suddenly exposed in the ice and snow.

Antai gasped heavily, he stepped forward to meet the next spirit clan rushing towards him again, Antai caught a glimpse of Garo at the front of the line, even with the highest priority fire support, Garo who was fighting with the python was already showing difficulty, not to mention that those wizards had been using psionic energy to interfere with Garo's battle.

However, Garrow did not shout any words of retreat in the channel, and correspondingly, the roar of the Stormbird pilot came from the channel-

"The airspace has been obtained!! Fifteen minutes! Fifteen minutes! Can land!! ”

Above the track, Mortarian clenched the scythe in his hand, the Spirit Knight behind him flashed the red light of the warning lights in the darkness of the drop pod, and the Zero Company was ready, the hatch began to close, and the icy white light and the chanting of the Kirkland Sage were getting farther and farther away from them at the same time.

In the dreary cabin, the Lord of Death could still faintly hear Kirkland's praise,

"Praise be to the God of Machines! Praise be to the Ohm Messiah! Praise the Immortal!! ”

"Praise !! Hades"

Let them surprise the Elvein.

The next moment, rain of fire and punishment descended on Ibsen's ice field.

4.2k words! All right! None today!

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Damn, I almost forgot to push the book again!

Push the book, push the book! This is the big guy, so I won't introduce it too much!

(End of chapter)