Vulcan's face was solemn, and the layers of green leaves obscured his gaze into the depths of the rainforest.

[The spirit clan here is very difficult to deal with. 】

As they venture deeper into the forest, the salamanders have been ambushed more than once by the spirits, armed with heavy plasma weapons, who rush out of the jungle with the behemoths and tear apart the ranks of the salamanders.

Those who used witchcraft were difficult to entangle, and the two companies were severely damaged.

And they were only halfway through their journey, and the salamanders were stuck in the rainforest, taking care of themselves.

What made Vulcan even more anxious was that there was also news from Fernus that [more time is needed], Vulcan knew Fernus, and Fernus, who had always been iron-fisted, was the last thing he wanted to be seen as an incompetent Primordial, especially in front of the Primordial that he said he was not familiar with and he was dissatisfied with.

When the news came out of Fernus, Vulcan realized that the battle was going to be tough, and he immediately prepared to extend the plan - but the Death Guard only replied with a cold "received" to the message of the Dragon Lord.

Vulcan thought silently in his heart, the original had very little contact with Motarion, but that time was enough for Vulcan to see that Motarian was also a first-class weirdo, he might be stubborn, maybe he could be irritable, maybe he wanted to save face—too many Primordials were like this.

If the Death Guard is also having trouble...... Vulcan thought that their battle plan might need to change drastically.

In fact, Vulcan was already thinking about how to change the battle plan.

But what he didn't know was that the death guard on the other end would be far more than he could have imagined.

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The storm rolled up with the spell, and the shrine maidens of the spirit clan let out a high-pitched curse,

"You guys—"

The next moment, her face was filled with a black bullet from the Lord of Death, and the sound of a broken nose seemed to sound on the noisy battlefield.

Motarian was expressionless, and cleanly used his pistol to take away another talkative spirit, and the Lord of Death silently remembered that most of the spirits who rushed to him to shout and curse were often dead before the first predicate was shouted.

All around him, the snow on the ice field was shaking regularly, the knight mechs were running across the ground with heavy steps, and the thermal cannons were lit up, melting all the enemies in their path.

The python that had just wrapped itself around Garo had already been cut into pieces and left behind the Death Guards, and the two knights had combined to shred it, the blood dripping from their chainsaw swords still steaming with fishy heat.

The eyes of the python's corpse stared dimly at the figures of the Death Guards, as if they were still puzzled as to why the spirits who had previously supported them no longer unleashed sorcery to assist in its attacks.

The Zero Company fell from the sky, the connection between the Spirit Race and the subspace was weakened, and the witch's spell began to become weak, and the battle situation at this moment obviously became more cruel to the Spirit Race.

Countless warriors burst out of cover near the obelisk, mostly fighting independently, each of the Elven soldiers with a dazzling dance of skill, grappling with death guards, stabbing the weak spots in the armor of the Imperial warriors with blades and plasma.

At first glance, the Death Guards were entangled in the Spirit Warriors, and under the attack of the Spirit Soldiers, their swinging scythes or swords became so clumsy and slow at this moment, like drunks entangled in Spirit Serpents, but—

The Elves can attack countless times, but they can only miss once.

And the so-called countless attacks will make these Spirit Clan soldiers understand what the real [Death Guard's tenacity] is.

The most devastating thing for the Spirit Race is that no matter how provocative they are, no matter how they howl to fight, these aliens in bone-white armor never respond to them verbally, and for the soldiers who are good at individual duels, their spiritual anger cannot be released at all, and they cannot feel the incisive battle intent.

As time passed, the suffocation that the enemy's silence brought to the spirits gradually turned into fear.

Aside from the roaring roar of the engines as the mechs operated, the Death Guards silently and resolutely pushed forward their battle lines, blood and shards of armor scattered across the muddy snow, they brought death, they were death.

Finally, the Death Guard approached the obelisk, and Motarian silently watched the dozens of witches glaring at him behind the psionic shield, he first threw a black bullet in prediction, and then—

[Casting Department. 】

The Lord of Death gave his order, and once again slashed with his scythe at the Eldars who rushed to fight him, and within forty seconds of his short stay, Mortarion's corpses were stacked in two layers.

"Mortarian !!"

Inside the Eldar shield, the leader of the Eldar witch yelled at Motarian, her delicate face distorted and deformed by anger and tears.

Mortarian raised his hand and a dark lamp flew on the psionic shield, and the brief fireworks splashed off, and the damned face reappeared in front of Mortarion.

Beneath the hood, the Lord of Death frowned in displeasure, and he whispered again,

[Casting Department, hurry up. 】

"Roger! My lord!! We're still reloading, it's going to take at least another minute!! ”

For a minute, Motarian briefly estimated that if he was going to continue fighting, he wouldn't have enough ammo to sustain a minute of sustained and consistent firing at the damned spirit.

He fired another shot at the Elven Clan's location, and then prepared to turn around and help Gaara.

"Motarian! Children of Death!! Stay away from him! Single-mindedness will only bring you closer and closer to death! Let humanity and the spirits perish together!! ”

Motarian's gas mask spewed a deep, cloudy mist, and he stared at the witch with unblinking eyes.

【Wandering Spirit 04,05,】

He said

[Come out, smash me!] 】

Two mechs burst out of the battlefield behind him, the molten light almost igniting the air, the roar and the roar of the chainsaw sword rang out, and the shield lit up with the waves of sudden attacks.

Vaguely Motarian heard the witch screaming, and he was glad that she had done at least one of the right things before she died, and that was to stop her damn mouth from farting.

[Foundry, it's one minute and three seconds, for Hades' sake, I'll give you one last chance. 】

The next moment, a huge missile slashed over Motarian, and with his superb dynamic vision, the prototype saw that the missile seemed to have "Hades' gift" written on it?

Good idea, Motarian sneered, he didn't have much restrictions on the Foundry Department, plus what Hades might have done on Mars, so the technical sergeants of the Death Guard seemed to be more familiar with the departed Master Foundry.

This made him feel better, and Motarian followed Hades's gift without hurry, and then he raised his scythe and cut off the witch's head, which spun and froze, and she seemed to be angry and horrified at why Motarian was unwilling to listen to her prophecy.

Why should Motarian listen? He is not a person who likes to shout and shout back and forth with others on the battlefield, there are always fools who like to shout back and forth with the enemy.

Five minutes later, the Death Guard stormbird scrubbing landed on the land, and Ibsen's first node was shattered.

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Near the node, the salamanders suffered unimaginable resistance, the spirits desperately attacking them, their heavy tanks unable to enter the rainforest, and the bombardment of the air forces only caused the tall branches to burn and fall above their heads.

Countless behemoths and spirits burst out of the forest, staffs swinging, roots and branches coming to life, curling up at their helmets.

Strange lights and shadows flickered, chirped, and something huge flew over their heads.

Vulcans gritted his teeth, anger burning in his body, he fought, wielding a hammer that never stopped, and to stop meant death.

【The Moment of Trial!! 】

Vulcan roared, and his children answered him,

"For Vulcan!"

Salamanders can pass this trial!

But just as he was indulging in the battle, the lazy voice of the Lord of Death sounded in the universal channel,

[117.2° E, 27.6° W, Vulcan, you are here, are you?] 】

Vulcan replied without thinking, he didn't quite understand what Motarian was saying, but Vulcan would not speculate on his brother with malice, and he answered Mortarian honestly.

Mortarian's voice rang out again,

[Roger, salamanders, take your helmets, or at least protect your respiratory systems.] 】

？

Vulcan, who was still deep in the battlefield, did not understand what his brother was doing, but he still subconsciously looked at the damage to the respiratory system in the helmet.

Three minutes later, the code for the Death Guard Air Force sounded in the channel, and it began to rain in the rainforest—no, thick gray-blue poisonous smoke flowed down from the leaves of the giant tree like a liquid, like venom dripping from the fangs of a viper.

The leaves began to wither in an instant, and the behemoths fighting them subconsciously jumped out of the area where the poisonous gas had settled—but soon they realized that there was no true pure land here.

The space began to darken, and the whole world looked like an inverted hourglass.

？！

Vulcan dropped a hammer, and he yelled in the channel in panic,

[Motarian! We can't use-]

The next moment, a huge scythe flew beside Vulcan's side, smashing the head of the witch in front of the original body trying to open her mouth with precision, and the iron chain was tied to the end of the scythe, which was rattling.

[It's difficult for armored troops to enter, is it possible that you really want to fight them with a single soldier, Vulcan? 】

The firewood crowd around Vulcan subconsciously dispersed, and the Lord of Death slowly walked to Vulcan's side, and the death guards in bone-white armor began to enter.

Motarian looked at Vulcan mockingly, but his attacks didn't slow down in the slightest.

Vulgan was in a state of angry fighting, and he spoke, with anger in his tone,

[This land still has usefulness, you can't destroy them!] 】

The Lord of Death looked at him calmly, and Vulcan could see mockery and defiance in Motarion's eyes—but Motarian did not speak.

The Lord of Death rolled his inconspicuous eyes at Vulcan, which made Vulcan want to beat Motarian, but then the Lord of Death casually put his hand into the gray-blue gas that had risen to his waist.

Motarian snapped his fingers, and tiny sparks lit up between the pale armor.

In an instant, a scorching storm of flames rose!

The flames shone on Vulcan's pupils, and the dragon lord's pupils shrank to an incredible degree, and he looked at Motarian in surprise—

That poisonous smoke is flammable!

That's ...... That's a ......

If it weren't for the fact that he was still on the battlefield, Vulcan would have wanted to give Motarian a warm hug.

Vulcan's mouth opened, and his decision to briefly forget Fernus's words gave him a sense of guilt, but the warm, enchanting flame soothed his remaining uneasiness.

Vulcan's voice spreads in the salamander's channel,

[My Sons ......]

I beg of you, let the flames burn!! 】

The sound of changing equipment began to sound, followed by the snort of spewing flames.

There was another distinct sneer from Motarion, but Vulcans didn't care, the flame-loving Dragon Lord knew the value of these poisonous smokes, and Motarian had already shown his sincerity.

Though he would never know that at the back end of the battlefield, some Death Guard apothecary was quietly collecting the flesh of the salamanders.

And Motarian clearly has the intention of wanting a little blood of the Lord of the Fire Dragon.

The addition of reinforcements rekindled the fighting salamanders, and the ignition of the flames made their fighting spirit surge and surge! For a moment, Vulcan's battle cry resounded through the rainforest, even overpowering the painful roar of the Spirit Race behemoth.

Although the silence of the Death Guards caused them to feel a little confused, the Death Guards seemed to be not very aggressive, but their presence still greatly shared the pressure, and the Death Guards seemed happy to take the damage head-on, which gave the salamanders room to play as they pleased.

No race can withstand such torture in the heat and poisonous smoke, but the Death Guard and the Salamander belong to the same legion established by the Empire for extreme conditions, and in this hell, the warriors feel the drenching spirit of war.

The rainforest withers, then explodes! It's their home turf now!

……

The flames were extinguished, and when the last of the greenery turned to charcoal, when the last of the behemoths were shot down by the Storm Birds, all they were left with charred and curled corpses.

At the last minute, the Death Guard fires three unusual missiles from the back end, completely detonating the key runes and gems on the building.

Vulcan had mixed feelings about the brutal deaths of these spirits, who were suffocated by poison gas, and he wished they would still be burned to death by the flames or struck to their heads with a hammer - at least to reduce their suffering.

But the hearty battle was more of a pleasure for the Lord of the Fire Dragons, an area where the previously impermeable rainforest had long since been burned and the sun was shining on the scorched earth, a sign that they had survived the trial.

Vulcan was proud of his children.

Behind him, Motarian casually glanced at Vulcan, who was clearly in a good mood, and based on the battle just now, the Lord of Death also had a high opinion of this brother - Vulcan was pure, and when he fought, he only wanted to fight, which meant that he was easy to deal with.

Of course, Motarian didn't mean the kind of easy to deal with in one-on-one combat, Vulcan was strong, and he meant tactics...... No...... Linguistically easy to deal with.

It's so deceitful, it's so foolish.

Motarian silently gave his definition, and the Lord of Death had a sharp and merciless evaluation of his original brothers in his heart.

The war was over, and the two legions began their post-battle clean-ups, and Mortarian and Vulcans walked up to the Obelisk, which was far larger and more ornate than the three nodes that Motarian had cleared.

However...... As they watched around the obelisk, Motarian and Vulcan's helmets received a message at the same time.

Fenus's armor signal suddenly appeared near them, but he didn't have the code of the Iron Hand around him, and following the signal of the original armor, Motarian and Vulcan found a gate under the obelisk that led to the depths of the earth.

They stood in front of the gate, and after six or seven unsuccessful attempts to contact Fenus, Motarian spoke,

[My suggestion is to put poison gas in it.] 】

Vulcan's exclamation immediately rang out,

[Brother, you can't do this! While this may be a trap, but-]

Motarian interrupted Vulcan,

[I can guarantee that this poisonous gas will not poison Fernus, but it can poison or poison the giant beasts and the spirit race, which is helping him. 】

4.5k words, no more today!!

I almost forgot about it again, push the book and push the book! This is the Dark Lady's masterpiece!!

(End of chapter)