Sadism carefully selects toys for His enemies.

The maelstrom, the filth and the chaos.

Thousands of years ago, a planet of the Norwalk Necrons was pulled into by the gravity of the Maelstrom and has since lost contact with other space necromancers.

When the planet reappeared, it was already clothed in the robes that the Lord of Skulls had prepared for it.

There is no fighting, no fighting, no glory.

It's time for the moths of subspace to experience the true charm of war.

The horn of war on the physical side sounds, and even the lord of war will have difficulty controlling its process, and the two sides will play the field, and the outcome is unpredictable.

But the blood god never panicked, and the hostile insects were just cowards who survived by expelling the subspace.

Guns and bullets, swords and axes, blood dripping.

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Hades took a deep breath, the cold wind stinging his nose.

He smelled blood—blood that had dried up thousands of years ago—and he squinted at the soldiers charging at them in the distance.

The space necrons are a race that bears the distinct imprint of their own dynasty, and the one that Hades and his party encountered was clearly more distinctive.

Blood smeared the face of each space necromancer, decorating themselves in silver and green, a clear hint of militant fervor compared to the necrons Hades had encountered.

Hades immediately judged that this was the Norwalk, a "new" necromantic dynasty with a cult of war, a preference for close combat, and a habit of adorning them with the blood of their enemies.

I have to say that the fear of abuse can be played.

Hades smiled bitterly, he probed into the Black Domain, and of course found nothing - they were pure space necrons, but it seemed that he had been in the maelstrom for too long and was not awake, and he did not use any other tactics except to lunge straight towards them.

This may be the only good news, as they have not found the Necromancer's long-range fire or air units so far, and the air supremacy is still in Hades' hands, but the blizzard has made it extremely difficult for the air units to support the ground.

Hades made a quick decision, he tried to order the fleet above the orbit to send more Stormbirds, and now their primary goal was to retreat, as soon as they reached a place where the atmosphere was calmer, they could retreat immediately.

But the problem is that the plains suitable for retreat are still far away from them.

Hades shouted loudly in the channel for the air fleet, the signal was intermittent, and he heard the fleet coming from different characters than the general command, but they were too scattered for Hades to understand what the fleet meant.

Hades cursed secretly, he hoped that it would not be the information that the air fleet encountered the space necromantic fleet.

The storm temporarily prevented them from contacting the air fleet, and in the distance the storm birds were crash landing due to extreme weather - and some of the spaceships that had time to retreat in the future were shot down by the Gaussian rays of space necromancy.

Now the only people Hades can command are the World Eaters who came down with him, most of the legions, and the already scarce soulless and knights of the Silent Retreat.

Hades immediately ordered the Soulless to retreat from the front line - even though they were all skilled warriors, it was too much of a luxury to fight the Space Necrons against the Soulless.

Hades gritted his teeth, he ordered the Spirit Knights to be mixed with the World Eater Knights to provide a long-range fire platform for the army, and Hades' heart bleed when he saw the Ghost Knight's apparently shorter figure blend into the ranks of the World Eaters' knights.

But this is necessary, there is a lack of support from air forces, and the World Eaters, who mostly use Star Marines as infantry, lack sufficient fire support.

While Hades urgently dispatched the army, he cursed the abuse in his heart - and Tarashin, who had been talked about well at the beginning, and it was only now that Hades found out that Tarashin had not given Hades his direct contact information.

There's no red button, and you can call the figure king directly when you smash it?!

Your figurines are running out! Tarasin!! Give him Hades out!!

Tarasin, Tarasin, you're coming, you're coming, you're coming, right?

But Hades is now in a maelstrom of extremely strange space and time, can the figure king be aware of Hades? Or will the abuse allow any of the nearby planetary distress signals to escape?

It was humiliating, but Hades had never been so desperate for a foreign hand, even now that he saw only the endless infantry of the Space Necrons...... But Hades always had an uneasy thought in his mind.

If Hades wanted to checkmate, he wouldn't be able to pick a weaker dynasty, but he couldn't pick a strong enough dynasty either, because he would still need to snatch Angelon and the World Eater out of the space necrons.

"For Angelon!"

The battle cry from the front line pulled Hades's thoughts back, and now he could only take one step at a time, although he was still calling for Taracin in his heart, Hades knew that he could not pin the battle situation on such an ethereal thing.

Hades took another deep breath, as a target, he had better stay behind the line as Anglon's porter, waiting for the front line of the World Eaters to advance to the retreat point.

Feeling the mutated black domain of Hades, the Anglon on his back moved, woke up, and spoke hoarsely,

[It's over?] 】

Even though his heart had exploded, scolding the sadists and Taracin, Hades still said calmly,

"It's just a new beginning."

Hardston paused,

"I'll probably have to go to the front later, Angron, and I'll place you next to a knight in the rear, so that the soulless and the wounded world eaters can watch you, and the soulless can also weaken your soul for a while."

Angelon smiled weakly,

[I'm still wondering how a soldier can fight with the wounded on his back. 】

"We are retreating, Angron, it is common to retreat with the wounded on your back, victory is not the primary goal, survival is, you have to survive...... Me too. ”

Hades could feel Angron on his back shake his head, the Lord of the Red Sand seemed confused, and his tired voice rang out,

[I don't understand, Hades. Where did you go with the guts you just had to smash those shitty heads? The victor will be the living, and can only be the living. 】

In Angron's groggy thoughts, he remembered the shattered image of Hades on the front line, comically carrying a large wounded man on his back, but his scythe was still sharp, and the demons were nothing more than straw for him to be harvested.

But why, after Angron was awake again, did Hades suddenly retreat to the rear and exude a sense of worry?

Anglon wanted to bring up his mental thoughts, but the nails and the black domain, as well as his tired body, prevented him from making sense of it.

At the same time as he was talking to Angelon, Hades's eyelids twitched, and he felt an extremely familiar, extremely familiar aura, but he didn't want to feel it now.

At the very end of his line of sight, Hades saw an overlord-like necromancer standing with a scarlet scythe in his hand - it didn't look like it was sane, and even as an overlord, its joints were covered in tiny rust from its long drift in the maelstrom.

It raises the sickle.

Behind the overlord, on the whistling blizzard wasteland, a huge building slowly rose, and between the black stone pillars at the four corners, crackling lightning and painful whistling came from it, tearing through the wind and snow, and straight into Hades's ears—

Star God Shard, that's ...... Which star god is that?

But it doesn't matter anymore.

There was a brief blank in Hades' brain.

If Hades was alone now, he would have figured out where to bury his own pit.

Up to now, most of Hades's battles are still dealing with psionics, which is also the confidence for him to dare to fight.

But now, the excellent matchmaking mechanic of Sadism has matched Hades with ...... Real physical players.

Although Hades knew that he had a part of the Void Dragon's ability, it was only a fragment of fragments, an extremely weak part, and Hades had not really used this power until now.

Hades wanted to smile bitterly, but he didn't, and the warriors around him, except for Hades, didn't know what had happened now and what they were about to face.

With a blank face, Hades began to defend the World Eaters, urging the Technologists to try to contact the fleets in orbit.

There's a good chance they're going to fold here, or Hades will try to force the storm bird to force a landing and bring Angron back? But Hades couldn't be sure of the fleet's precedent precedence, what if the power of terror befell the fleet?

…… Hades gasped, he felt the weight of Angelon behind him, he thought of the Death Guard, he thought of the emperor who told him not to die before leaving...... No, they have to get out.

Angron may have sensed something, and when Hades opened his mouth to put Angron down and place him at the knight's feet, the original body took the first step to speak, and Angelon weakly patted Hades's shoulder armor,

[Is it my delusion?] Hades, you don't seem to be the same as you were just now. 】

Angelon coughed up a mouthful of blood, and he muttered,

[You are a good gladiator, Hades, I can't look away, the war is over, and the war will favor the good gladiator.] 】

He was met with Hades' silence and a sudden intensification of the Black Domain, and Angelon fell into a coma again.

No.,I have to think about how to fight the Star God.,I haven't found a direct description of the Star God War.,And I'm still hesitating whether it's the one everyone is familiar with.,Or the one exclusive to Norwalk (but it's too little information wc)

Speaking of whether there are necromantic players, or players who have fought necromancy, do you provide some ideas for fighting the star gods......

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As an aside, this wave of necromancers of the Norwalk dynasty was once violently beaten by Old Mo (after the ascension), and Motari placed a subspace disease that corroded metal to this hapless necromantic dynasty.

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