The Death Guard were not the first legion to arrive on Planet 106.
The Graeae Mechanicus's cry for help echoed in the Warp. In the nearby star field, the fleet of the Fourth Legion Iron Warriors received the call for help and responded to it.
The Blood of Iron, with her huge fleet, silently leapt to Mandeville Point in this star field. The azure plasma engine roared, and the Lord of Iron and his warriors set their sights on this planet.
The war has begun to spread.
The earth cracked, and black and green underworld structures emerged from the loess. Countless scarabs dragged the remains of the undead warriors and were once again immersed in the green fluorescence, while countless undead warriors reappeared from the underworld structures.
Mining areas 02 and 03 have all fallen, and the 15 large and small camps originally used for mining have been occupied by Necron warriors. With the help of the connections between the camps, the Necron troops are launching an attack on the main mining area No. 01.
Before the arrival of reinforcements, the Mechanicus's Castmasters and Skitarii held on tightly to the main mining area No. 01, dragging the Necrons' infantry troops to the junction of mining areas No. 01 and No. 03.
Here, the shallow mines that had been dug for detection and exploration provided an excellent cover for the Mechanicus guarding here. It was precisely because of their familiarity with and use of the terrain here that the Crusaders were able to barely hold back the Undead army.
The excavators that had been previously deployed and abandoned in the mine were dug out by the Crusaders, and the heavy machinery that had been used to dig the mine was now dragged to the surface by the Crusaders and used as shelter.
The explosives originally placed in the mine tunnel became a weapon for the hunters to stop the scarabs. These insects that tried to dig from the ground and attack them were now covered by yellow earth amid the roar of the explosives.
On the ground, artillery roared. Relying on the firepower forces originally deployed in the main mining area, whenever the Necron troops began to gather on a large scale, the Crusaders hiding in the mines would call for a new round of firepower support.
The earth is shaking, the fire is burning, and they are guarding here on the gray and cold wasteland.
But under the intensive fire bombardment, there are still undead units emerging from the smoke, and their snake-like metal bodies flexibly pass through the battlefield filled with artillery pits and directly drill into the mine tunnels. The harvesting knives are glowing, and the flesh and metal of the Crusaders are splashing with the flashing of knife flowers.
The first encounter with such enemy fighters forced the sages of Graeae to abandon part of the mine trenches where they had already laid out the initial defense line, and directly call in firepower to carry out precise strikes on this area.
After that, whenever the large bird servant detected the emergence of similar creatures, the Graeae Crusaders closest to these enemy units would rush directly onto the battlefield with their own fire support.
"Body of steel, will of steel!"
The people from Graeae are full of warlike enthusiasm. Compared to the slogans they often shout, the extremely small chance of winning under logical calculations cannot make them retreat a single step. The only thing that can make the Graeae warriors retreat is the binary retreat code that is continuously issued by the Mechanical Sage who directly controls their system.
But now, their sage orders them to attack!
Countless hunters wielded arc hammers, trying to fight with the snake-like destroyer in front of them. The hunter who just stepped forward was torn into pieces in a moment, while the person behind him accurately replaced the position of the previous person under the calculation of the logic system.
The hunters, whose strength is much weaker than that of the destroyer, are naturally no match for the destroyer, not to mention that there are countless scarabs tearing apart the shell of the rushing hunter team.
But their goal has been achieved.
The originally high-speed mobile snake-shaped destroyers had to fight with the skitarii squads of thirty people. The electric pulses and waves faithfully transmitted their precise coordinates at the moment to the firepower camp in the rear.
The shells whistled through the cold wind of Planet 106, accurately hitting the Crusaders and Destroyers.
In an instant, flames exploded, the smoke dissipated, and a huge crater was revealed. Only a few scarabs tried to move on the edge of the crater. Chunks of metal and flesh were scattered everywhere, stained dimly by the loess.
Relying on this strategy, Graeae successfully defended his 01 main mining area before reinforcements arrived.
But at this moment, the Crusaders on the ground had already suffered heavy losses, and the ammunition in the rear began to run out, while the Undead troops continued to tirelessly pour into the front lines in wave after wave.
Finally, due to the reduction in the number of Crusaders, a reduced team failed to successfully intercept the Serpentine Destroyer. The undead successfully sneaked into the nearest mine tunnel and killed its subordinates who were responsible for resisting the scarabs and the sage who gave orders on the front line.
The battle line began to collapse.
But the whistling sound from the sky interrupted the attack of the undead troops.
The Iron Warrior's space capsule broke through the air, tearing through the air at high speed and directly igniting the dense swarm of scarabs in the sky. The steel, along with the burning flames, stepped onto this land.
Reinforcements have arrived.
Huge warriors with a metallic luster rushed out of the airdrop chamber, and their shoulder armor with yellow and black stripes marked their identities.
The situation on the battlefield turned around in an instant. The battle line that had begun to collapse even began to slowly advance forward. The Iron Warriors with skilled combat experience jumped into the temporarily recaptured mine trenches and began to carry out simple defensive operations on them.
Nas stood on the pyramid-shaped underworld structure. He stood on the second step because the top floor of the first step belonged to the king.
It is the archon in charge of guarding, and its mission is to expel anyone who disturbs the tomb.
That's why it was awakened when the shallow grave was disturbed.
Nas began to expel those lowly alien races according to the memories in his own thread.
Currently, one-fifth of the undead warriors in the shallow tombs have been awakened by the system. In Nas's estimation, this is enough to wipe out the alien races on this planet.
And with Nas's power, he can awaken all the forces in the shallow tombs.
Although many slaves were killed by foreign artillery fire on the battlefield, it was insignificant to Nas.
They can stand up and walk again, and the existence of resurrection protocols has made death scarce.
Although not all undead thoughts can be transmitted back to the underworld construct intactly, due to the wear and tear of time, the system is not always accurate and intact.
But this damage has been included in Nas's thinking and can be expelled, his conclusion is.
Nass is not like other Necron Archons, they generally like to rush to the front lines to show their loyalty to their king.
Nas knew that his king believed in him, and he didn't have to do so.
Its king had been sleeping for a long time, and when Nas woke up three times before, the king was still in the deepest sleep.
Nas understood the king's grief. As the eldest son of a great dynasty, he was banished to a wild planet on the edge and demoted to a lord. Even the nobles on this planet were no longer lowly subordinates to the king, but had become his peers.
The king's power is also restricted to this planet.
The king didn't want to wake up, Nas knew.
Therefore, it will act as its most loyal guard and drive away anyone who disturbs its dreams.
Perturabo stared expressionlessly at the representative of the Graeae sages before him.
The Lord of Steel sat on his throne, dense and thick cables hung from the ceiling, connecting to his throne. Next to the throne made of fine steel, battlefield data flowed frantically on the dim black screen.
"You said you called in other reinforcements?"
The deep voice echoed in the empty room.
"Yes, sir."
The mechanical sage in front of him was trying to shrink himself to the smallest size while keeping his words calm.
After the mining planet No. 106 was attacked, it immediately sent a distress message to the nearby star field.
So the Fourth Army received a call for help.
To the surprise of the sages, the Death Guard, who were originally busy with the construction of the mother planet, were particularly positive about this request for help.
Maybe it's because the Death Guard needs 106 minerals
And now, the Lord of Death will arrive here first with his Barbarus fleet, and the main fleet of the Death Guard in Galaspa will also begin to call back.
This means that Perturabo will receive "reinforcements" from another brother.
"No reinforcements are needed here."
Perturabo's voice was like the sound of two pieces of metal rubbing together. His deep eyes stared at the opposite side like a machine, without any emotion.
"You think the Fourth Legion needs reinforcements?"
"We've fought more deadly battles than you have parts in your body."
"And you think I need reinforcements? A legion that just fought one battle to help me?"
Perturabo slowly stood up, his massive armor creaking, the metal wrapped around him, full of power.
His face was lit with the fire of anger that forged the steel.
Perturabo stepped down from his throne and strode angrily to the side of the Magus. He extended a hand and grasped the Magus' shoulder.
There was a harsh sound of metal deformation and a faint electric spark.
"This is why I dislike you guys so much."
Perturabo disliked most of the Magos of the Mechanicus, whose attitude toward technology was like that of slime worms in a quagmire, which made Perturabo sick.
Although Perturabo and the Fourth Legion would befriend a few Sages and Forge Worlds, his attitude towards most Sages was hatred.
"Go away!"
"After I've secured this planet for you, get out!"
Perturabo pushed the sage away violently, and the sage of Graeae was thrown out directly, stumbling on the ground and struggling, trying to get up.
Perturabo regarded the sage coldly, but he soon lost interest, turned around, and strode back to his throne.
The data from 106 was still flowing in, but Perturabo believed that everything was under his control. The heavy artillery and storm birds of the Fourth Legion were being transported to 106 in an orderly manner.
Perturabo was very curious about his enemies. These aliens with metal bodies might be good news that could make him less painful at the moment.
But the bad news had overwhelmed him.
Here he was, with his legion, in an unimportant corner, guarding an unimportant planet for an unimportant forging world.
He was even looked down upon by these short-sighted Mechanicus!
How dare they call on another legion to reinforce him, a legion that is still wet behind the ears, the Fourteenth Legion has not even had a glorious battle record.
In other corners of the universe, the Emperor led those ignorant and arrogant legions in other battles. Several legions participated in them, but he and his legion were once again left out!
Perturabo stared silently at the strategic data board in front of him. To others, he looked like he was contemplating the game on the battlefield.
The Battle of Randan was about to begin. The arrogant face of Lion King Lion of the First Legion, the Second Legion, and the Sixth Legion seemed to still echo in Perturabo's eyes. Among the Primarchs, the topic and competition about the Warmaster had already begun.
Perturabo knew that he could compete for the position of Warmaster. His abilities were far above theirs. Compared to his brothers who cared about so-called customs and personal glory, Perturabo knew that only precise calculations and iron will were what the Empire and the Emperor needed.
But those arrogant guys attracted the attention that should have belonged to him with their exaggerated actions.
So he was neglected, isolated, and forgotten on the muddy and dirty battlefield, while his brothers were standing in the square and receiving the cheers of the people of the empire.
Rage crackled and burned in Perturabo's chest.
A briefing interrupted his thoughts.
[Sir, the 14th Legion, Commander of the Death Guard, Mortarion requests a meeting with you.]
Perturabo snorted.
Poor guy.
Perturabo had never met his brother before, but among the Primarchs, news of this kind always travelled fast.
In a previous conversation with Magnus (Perturabo did not dislike this wise man, Magnus was one of the few people who understood Perturabo's wisdom), Magnus once mentioned Mortarion, who was a primarch from an agricultural planet, but - short-sighted.
Magnus commented regretfully, he had heard that this new brother had an extreme aversion to psionics.
"It's not his fault. The planet he's on may not be able to support him to understand the beauty of the warp and psionics."
The red giant spoke in his library,
"I hope to meet him later so that Mortarion can truly understand psionics."
Perturabo took a sip of his tea. Whatever. He wasn't as kind as Magnus.
As a brother from an agricultural planet, he would most likely not understand and appreciate Perturabo.
Some rumors afterwards also confirmed Perturabo's guess. The first battle of the 14th Legion was not widely publicized. On the contrary, Finus and Vulkan, who went to judge, left there in silence.
Although Perturabo did not think that Finus and Vulcan could make any objective and fair judgment, Finus was too rigid and Vulcan was too emotional, but Perturabo silently gave a cross to this new brother in his heart.
The Death Guard symbol jumped across Perturabo's comm board, and Perturabo glanced at it.
Forget it, let him come to greet his brother and teach this brother from the agricultural world the art of war.
(Please take a look at the author's words)
Hmm... the division into volumes was a big failure, so I decided to throw all of these into one volume, but there is actually a tail end of the plot left from the previous volume.
Then about the Necromancer… I have been looking up the data very hard, but the combat power, that is, the electronic cricket here… um… maybe it is still written in a subjective way. (You can see Krieg fighting the Necromancer, the Tauren fighting the Necromancer, etc. But the author is currently referring to the book about the Greenskin fighting the Necromancer. The Necromancer is currently the background ceiling, but the one who fights against him… compare the combat power with 30k, how does it feel…?)
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For example, what is the approximate conversion ratio between the Scourge of the Necromancer and the Stormbird of the Empire
What is the approximate gear ratio for Necron Warriors and Space Marines
What is the combat power that the Lord is currently targeting? (The one I found is the Chapter Master, which is roughly equivalent to the Captain of a 30k Legion)
Before, when the Necromancers fought against the Empire, it was a bunch of mortal legions and chapters from 40k, as well as a bunch of Imperial navy.
But when the Empire's combat power is converted to 30k, it seems that it is not as exaggerated as four or five large legions
There are still many combat power conversion links... So are there any book friends who are familiar with the dead willing to popularize it? ! !
Just have fun watching it, don't take it too seriously... But if someone gave you a suggestion, I'll try to change it if I can.
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pps
Calvin Ka makes me feel heartbroken
Electronic crickets are hard to explode
(End of this chapter)