The vast and deep void, the bright yellow light reflected by 106 filled the space.
Closer and closer.
The sickle-shaped ships of the Necrons were still gliding slowly towards the main fleet of the Iron Warriors according to the predetermined trajectory. Their steady speed was like a time bomb with a stable reading next to Perturabo.
The cruisers sent out by the Iron Warriors were getting faster and faster, their plasma engines pushed to maximum, emitting sapphire blue tail flames.
Soon, the Necrons' ships entered the attack range of the Iron Warriors' cruisers, but the Iron Warriors did not attack first. Instead, they adjusted the formation of the ship group, vaguely forming an encirclement situation in front of them.
But the sickle-shaped ships did not attempt to retreat as Perturabo had expected.
Were we given a death order to move forward
In previous combat profiling analyses, these robot-like aliens seemed to be really like robots, never retreating, tireless, and never stopping.
Their superiors have absolute control over them. Once an order is given, no subordinate will disobey, even if these undead armed with the most basic weapons will face the next round of artillery bombardment from the Iron Warriors.
Thinking of this, Perturabo's eyes were filled with confusion, and the qualities revealed by these alien races were unclear.
Perturabo pulled himself back from his thoughts in time. This was a dangerous thought.
He was standing silently on the deck of the Blood of Steel, the data cable next to his head transmitting information from the front cruiser in real time, so that the legion commander could issue the latest orders at the first opportunity.
On the ground of 106, at the edge of the No. 03 mining area, it was reported that the opponent's aircraft was spotted. Perturabo responded by dispatching his own artillery support and then sent out flying units such as Storm Birds.
There is nothing to worry about, let that country bumpkin see the true art of warfare instead of just piling up his soldiers on the battlefield.
[Fire.]
The order was given and accurately transmitted to the leading cruiser fleet. In an instant, a huge net formed by torpedoes tightly wrapped around the Undead fleet, and the light dragged by the flames was brilliant and dazzling.
It was over, or there was something about the opponent's fleet defense that could make him feel emotional.
Perturabo turned his attention to the troops on the ground, where the Stormbirds were suffering a somewhat higher loss rate—
[White Tungsten requests emergency communication—]
[Red Copper requests emergency communication—]
[Cinnabar requests emergency communication—]
[.]
In just a short moment, no less than dozens of emergency communication requests came from the Pioneer cruiser!
Perturabo hastily focused his thoughts on the cruiser's information beam, but after calling out frantically, all he got was a dead silence.
The expressions of the people busy around the Primarch also became distorted.
The bad thought flashed through his mind like a flash of spark from a bomb gun, and Perturabo took a millisecond to calm himself down. He knew that he had no emotions and was made of steel inside and out.
He turned on the main fleet's information beam. Influenced by Perturabo's trust in various sensors and his disdain for naked-eye observation, he believed that it was unnecessary to install observation windows on the Iron Blood. Therefore, the legion commander could not observe the battlefield directly through the windows.
The signal from the bird servant made his expression change.
In the star field where the two ships came into contact, the screen was filled with red warning symbols and gray failure symbols, without a single blue light spot representing normal conditions.
Real-time images came in, and the Undead fleets were still moving along their straight trajectory, but their speed soared to a level that terrified all humans!
Iron fragments exploded, bright red and royal blue interweaving, but it was no longer the scene of torpedo explosions that Perturabo was familiar with. Countless large and small cruiser fragments floated in the air by inertia, which was the wailing of the machinery on them when they exploded.
The Cinnabar cruiser in the front row was torn to pieces by the Necrons fleet, and now, the Necrons fleet is rushing straight towards the cluster where the Iron Blood is located!!!
[Spread out! Spread out! Σ formation!!!]
Rather than being angry and annoyed at being humiliated in front of the Death Guard, Perturabo, who was familiar with the fleet data, realized what they were facing at this moment? Unbelievable surprise and fear slowly crept up on him.
Hades stood in front of the porthole, staring at the sea in front of his left.
There, bright explosions continue to occur.
The torpedoes exploded, the light spears ignited, and the light was the only thing that penetrated the dark void.
But in that gorgeous and bright ball of light, the effervescent green color of the Necrons sped out like a speeding motorcycle, smoothly flying out of the attack range of the Iron Warriors.
Too fast, really too fast.
The Necron fleet was almost at the limit of Hades's cognition. Even though it was quite far away from the main battle zone, these Necron's sickle-shaped ships could slide from one side of the observation window to the other in a very short speed. Countless cruisers were directly torn into pieces by the Necron.
The entire Iron Warriors' originally dense fleet immediately scattered like birds and beasts.
But Hades did not speak. When the Necrons and the Iron Warriors just started fighting, the message to Mortarion to come and watch the battle had been sent.
But there is a high probability that Mortarion, who is training with the Death Guard, will ignore this message. In order to get the legion commander to come, Hades specially recorded a clip of the Necrons tearing apart the Iron Warriors cruiser.
In addition, Hades has made all the fleets in a loose state, ready to fight the enemy or escape at any time.
But to be honest, after seeing the performance of the Necron ships, Hades was no longer sure whether the small Barbaryus fleet led by the Death Guard could withstand the enemy.
Hades pursed his lips unconsciously, and the camera above his left electronic eye flashed red. The behavior trajectories of both parties were immediately transmitted to his left brain for analysis.
Although the Necrons' ships were like cold water dropped into hot oil, causing the Iron Warriors' ships to scatter instantly, Hades discovered that the Iron Warriors did not scatter in an irregular manner.
It's like a school of sardines in the ocean, dense and huge. When a shark rushes into the school, they immediately disperse, hiding every fish in the huge school.
In Hades' understanding of empire and computing, perhaps on a two-dimensional plane, the irregular model of calculating a few points can be solved by computer brute force.
But if it is a three-dimensional space, and the number of ships owned by an entire legion is the same, the amount of calculation and the difficulty will increase exponentially -
And all of this was calculated by Perturabo's brain? !
Hades gritted his teeth and took a breath.
The Iron Warriors' fleets did not stop moving. They changed their formations as much as possible in space. After realizing that the damage that torpedoes could cause to the Necrons' ships was extremely limited, Perturabo began to control the ships to fire at those ships at the maximum distance of the light spears.
At the same time, Perturabo began to predict the trajectory of the opposing ships, and deployed small ships with the largest firepower in advance along their possible routes. Under the cover of their own firepower and formation, these front-reinforced ships rushed straight towards the weak points of the Necron ships.
The Necrons rushed into the inner encirclement, where larger battleships began to pour their artillery fire.
Dazzled and overwhelmed, Hades' right eye was completely unable to keep up with the pace of the Iron Warriors' ships.
Most of the spaceships were painted in Iron Warrior dark gray, but with countless changes in formation and the glow of explosions and fire on the metal shells, they began to give people a sense of illusion.
In this hazy glow, a green light went out.
!
In the Death Guard command room, it seemed as if even breathing had fallen silent.
There were hurried footsteps in the corridor, too loud, but no one cared about it anymore.
Mortarion's gaze passed through the gate and swept directly to the observation window in front of him.
The Primarch was stunned.
Compared to those mortals who couldn't understand, and Hades who needed the help of his electronic left brain to see clearly, Mortarion instantly understood Perturabo's command.
this.
In front of the porthole, Hades, facing against the light, looked at the still flickering halos in disbelief, but the fall of a star could not dim an entire star cluster, and the Undead fleets were about to bring the Iron Blood and the Iron Warriors' Glorious Queen into their attack range!
The Gauss weapons on those Necromancer ships began to become brighter, and the muzzles of the guns that could be loaded with fragments of dead stars began to aim.
The Iron Warriors' ships became even more frantic, and a few more green particles went out. Iron Blood dragged her graceful body, holding up her skirt, and ran backwards. The shield embellished her skirt with a sparkling jewel-like luster.
But within the layers of her skirt, countless weapons of death were staring at the Necron ships that looked like ants compared to her.
Seeing that both sides are about to -
At 0879, on the Necron Elegy-class assault ship, the Necron warriors were working silently.
As low-level thinking beings, this team of Undead warriors on the attack ship did not have independent consciousness.
After the Tomb Consciousness on the ground detected that the fleet above No. 106 and the army attacking them on the ground belonged to the same enemy, and the number and size of this fleet met the minimum destroyer required by the regulations (actually the Iron Warriors, plus some ships of the Death Guard)
So they sent them out to drive out the enemies in space.
The deep-level Necron nobles need to sleep quietly, and these alien races that come to disturb them need to be expelled. No one can disturb the sleep of the Necrons.
After all, forcibly awakening early would cause unpredictable damage to higher-level thinking, and the consciousness that has been worn out over a long period of time can no longer withstand this.
The largest enemy ship on the opposite side entered the range of the Necrons' ships. The Necrons warriors programmed by the program followed the established behavior and conducted a detailed data scan of the enemy ship before the first attack.
#￥%… &***&%￥? !
A familiar and frightening message came from the few undeads—
Not long ago, there was an extremely small amount of fluctuation of Star God fragments on this ship.
!!!!!!
Alpha-class alarms instantly blew up from the attack ship! These radio waves flashing with crazy intelligence were directly transmitted to the tomb consciousness on the ground of 106. The information was too much beyond the norm, and combined with the wear and tear of the tomb, the entire tomb consciousness had a very short window period for a while -
[Protocol error, warning, jam, jam, jam]
In the battle area of Mine No. 03, the Iron Warriors watched as the originally densely packed Undead warriors began to lag. The dead Undead at this moment would not pass the resurrection protocol.
Above the sky, the Necromancer aircraft that seemed to have entered a no-man’s land began to fall—
On the planet, the attack ship that was about to enter the core area of the Iron Warriors suddenly stopped.
Perturabo seized this opportunity immediately, and in a very short time, the Undead ships were torn into pieces!
The culprit who caused all this was still staring at the porthole in a daze with a puzzled look on his face.
Although the Iron Warriors' defeat of the enemy was worthy of celebration, this would never be the result in Hades' left brain simulation.
The dead ships seemed to have suddenly stopped.
What's going on
[In the deepest part of Tomb No. 106, it opened its eyes.]
—This is the first time the Necrons have intercepted a message from Hades—
[Above ■■■, its eyes looked over with interest. ]
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