At first they thought it was some undiscovered native species.
Dense swarms of insects emerged from the rifts and swarmed aimlessly onto the wasteland.
The first servitor that encountered them didn't even raise a brief alarm, and silently turned into a pile of metal mud rich in iron and carbon.
"It looks like we've encountered some native creatures."
Caster 78 said that this situation is very common, and it is probably some underground creature in this area.
The Skitarii Rangers emerged in formation from a makeshift base not far away, arcs of electricity flashing on their rifles.
"Body of steel, will of steel!"
The Graeae rangers shouted their slogans, bullets poured down, the swarm began to disperse, and the number decreased significantly.
"Something's wrong."
Morag frowned and whispered.
"Prepare to retreat."
He spoke to the Death Guards behind him. The observation platform they were currently on was a makeshift, extremely simple one, located near the front.
"Forger, something is wrong here."
Morag stepped forward and pointed to the forger.
"They're down there."
Before Morag had finished speaking, some tomb scarabs emerged from underground in the ranks of the Crusader Army and buzzed towards the nearest ranger!
For a while, the hunting army was fighting with a large number of scarabs, but the number of hunting soldiers trapped in the swarm was obviously decreasing.
The signal of Caster 78 flashed.
Flames suddenly rose, and continuous artillery fire whistled from afar, tearing through the sky and landing accurately on the battlefield!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The smoke cleared, leaving the ground in a mess.
Another team of hunters ran out of the camp, shouting "Steel Bodies, Iron Wills", and stepped over the corpses of the previous team of Skitarii and began to clean up the surviving bugs in an orderly manner.
"alright."
Foundryman 78 said without raising his head, and then continued to deploy the mining machines that would be needed next.
Morag frowned. His years of experience in battle told him that this would not be the end of the matter.
A beam of green lightning confirmed his suspicions.
Violent green lightning flashed out from the crack and directly hit a Crusader. The bright green flash screamed on the deep red body of the hunter, and his body disintegrated as if it was torn apart.
Caster 78 suddenly raised his head and stared at the battlefield.
This is not something that can be evolved by natural creatures, and the report from the Crusaders also reached 78's mind at this moment. Those scarabs are all made of metal!
"Tara, Tara"
The sound of metallic footsteps was heard.
A dark grey skeleton emerged from the shadow of the crack, its entire body covered in circular and straight green lines, shining with luster, with some rust and dirt stuck to it.
The thin face was dull and lifeless.
It held a long cylindrical long-range weapon in its hand, with green energy violently surging inside.
Perhaps at the scene, only 78, a member of the Mechanicus, could realize what this metal body meant.
Those Barbarians won't understand what this is.
78 opened his mouth unconsciously and then closed it.
[Alpha-level alert, mining area 03.]
[Repeat again, Alpha-level alert, mining area 03.]
[Call, contact the sage of the forge world. ]
In the shadows, more and more metal skeletons appeared, and except for the rust and dirt stuck on them, they were exactly the same.
The dead emerged from their graves, mechanically taking up arms to defend their lord.
Another round of artillery fire streaked across the sky, and 78 once again called for artillery support.
Even though Caster 78 was very interested in the opponent's metal body, it was obvious that the opponent's combat power was not very strong.
It didn't look like there was any need for help, and 78 hesitated whether to retract the alarm, but he didn't do it in the end.
This saved their lives.
Under the ground, the core of the Da Zang ancient tomb was burning slowly, and the undead warriors who had passed the resurrection protocol stood up again.
They were the warriors who had just been "killed" in a firefight with the Crusaders.
After going through the resurrection protocol, their remaining thoughts were transmitted back and then "resurrected".
But not all soldiers can stand up again after falling down. During the long time they sleep, deviations accumulate little by little. The system makes mistakes, which are not serious, but cannot be accurate every time.
Realizing that the existing army was incapable of resisting the invasion, a resuscitation protocol was passed and more units were awakened from their slumber.
Hades sat at his desk, calculating Barbarus's total share of the Death Guard's supplies.
His calculations were interrupted by an urgent transmission from Morag.
What's wrong
Hades muttered. He had almost figured it out, but being interrupted was not a pleasant feeling.
Most likely he had a quarrel with the local engine oil guy and is arguing about it
Then he began to read the message—
Dark grey skull outcropping
Damn! Undead!
Hades was so frightened that he almost shivered.
I told you to dig some Blackrock ore, but you dug out Necrons?!
The Necrons can be considered one of the overlords of the galaxy.
Their history dates back to the most ancient times, when the Milky Way was quite peaceful.
At that time, the Necrons were not called this name, nor did they look like this. They were a race called "Decrans" and they had flesh and blood bodies instead of metal bodies.
The Necrontyr have developed a vast and detailed materialistic technology, and their civilization flourishes across the galaxy.
But the life span of each necrophile is quite short, and the short life of an individual is pitiful when compared with the prosperity of the race.
The society of the Necrontyr does not develop as rapidly as their technology. The Necrontyr have a clear class consciousness, and at the top of the social pyramid, the intrigues between dynasties never stop.
In order to divert internal conflicts and out of jealousy, the Necrontyr poured the flames of war on the then galactic overlord -
Ancient saint.
The holy war in heaven has begun. The flames of war are raging, the galaxy is shaking, and the originally huge galaxy is just a small stone in this giant war. Countless resources are invested in this grand galactic war.
For the Necrontyr, the outcome of the war was tragic. They were no match for the Old Ones. With nowhere else to go, the then leader of the Necrontyr, the Silent King, listened to the deception of the C'tan Deceiver and transformed the entire race into more powerful and immortal metal bodies - the Necrons.
However, the Necrons who abandoned death were also abandoned by life. The entire race stagnated. There was no death and no new life. They were just a set of thoughts with a set program, and their souls had long been devoured by the Star God.
Realizing they were deceived by the C'tan, the Necrons used their powerful technology to tear the C'tan apart and imprison him, while using his power to fight the Old Ones.
When the trembling of the galaxy gradually subsides, when the smoke of war gradually fades.
Both sides in the battle that tore the galaxy apart and roiled the Warp are gone.
The Old Ones disappeared, and the Necrontyr became the Necrons.
Realizing that their race would no longer exist, the Necrons became disheartened and built sleeping tombs on various planets, where the entire race hibernated, hoping to wait until an era when there were no other alien races, and then rebuild the Necrontyrdom.
All in all, it's a very awesome race that has been dormant, and now the Oil Man that Hades is ready to cooperate with wakes them up.
Generally speaking, dormant Necrons are not disturbed by human activity, but they may be disturbed by a planet's geological activity.
So how much explosives did these mechanical priests bury
Hades looked hopeless.
During the Great Crusade in 30k, the Empire encountered several small Necron dynasties, but the legions destroyed them as ordinary alien creatures without causing much disturbance.
So now most departments of the Empire have no impression of the Necrons.
But Hades does.
The corners of Hades' mouth twitched. He hoped that the Necrons that came out this time were a small dynasty, and it would be best if not all of them were awakened.
Or better yet, a dynasty that is asleep.
After a long time, these code-driven races will show various errors.
It would be fine if we encountered such undead, Hades thought, the Death Guard and the Mechanicus of the Forge World are enough.
But if it is a great dynasty, then retreat, or call the emperor directly.
In fact, the best way to deal with the Necrons is the Extermination Order.
But given that the ownership of the planet belongs to the Graeae Forge World, Hades is not sure whether these mechanical sages are willing to give up a mining planet.
Hades hesitated for a moment. In fact, what he received was a personal communication from Morag. Graeae did not send a request for help to the Death Guard.
But if it were a small dynasty, it would be a bit risky to just rely on the Mechanicus's troops stationed in that area.
There is a high probability that the Graeae Mechanicus will seek help from the Death Guard after this, because there is currently only the Death Guard's Barbarus garrison in this star field.
Hardy paused.
He pulled out a map with the warp routes marked on it and began to write a transfer order, asking Galaspa's main force to leave behind a portion of the necessary troops and bring the rest back to him.
As for the reason, just write supply fleet, Mortarion will agree.
At the same time, Hades changed the mission given to Morag. The main goal of this Death Guard team is now to focus on the scale of the enemy coming out of Forge World No. 106.
Don't be afraid of ten thousand things, just be prepared for the worst.
Sure enough, less than halfway through Galasper's main fleet's procedures, the Death Guard received a request for help from the Forge World of Graeae.
The war broke out suddenly.
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