The crescent sickle cut through the void, the dim green light reflected death, and the Necrons' fleet marched on their home turf.
Data densely hit Perturabo's blood vessels and nerves. The Iron Warriors' fleet spread out and changed like a swarm of insects. Every flash of light was an attack. Countless light spots lit up the deep sky.
According to previous data, Perturabo has left enough margin for this attack, pouring a huge amount of ammunition from the Iron Warriors main fleet. Within the acceptable and foreseeable losses, artillery fire and lasers will successfully ignite these dark and sluggish undeads.
The Necrons' naval warfare is a brute force solution based on massive calculations and extremely high technological capabilities.
But the Perturabo they are facing is also the king of computing and data.
Even though the weapons equipped on the Iron Warriors' general ships are far less advanced than those of the Necrons, the advantage is the huge number of Iron Warriors ships.
For every ten cruisers Perturabo added, he could make the fleet formation an order of magnitude more complex.
Without the mud and variables on the surface of ordinary planets, naval battles in the vast universe will be a pure contest of calculations.
A huge amount of data poured into Perturabo's brain. It was a rare opportunity for him to give it his all. Perturabo briefly put aside 106's command on the ground and his other senses, and devoted himself to this war.
There was no blood or flesh splattered, no screams or roars, only flashes of light and steel could leave faint traces in the cold and indifferent universe.
Only reason and data, only coldness and hardness.
Millions of years of accumulation have caused the two races to fight here, and the blood and tears of hundreds of millions of people are only enough to pay for a small explosion.
There is only war in the universe.
The corners of Perturabo's mouth curled up inadvertently. The fact that he was struggling with the violent data and the cold images projected back by the sensor made his brain heat up.
But he would soon realize that something was wrong.
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Nas raised his head and looked towards the sky above the fleet he led. The alien main fleet was changing in a formation that made him dizzy, and every gap was flooded by spears of light.
Nas was sure that if it was still a Necrontyr, it would have been pierced by the opponent's huge amount of light, or would have melted and screamed in the face of the huge amount of radiation.
But it is not anymore, it has no body anymore.
The huge amount of radiation only makes its metal body feel a little warm.
Perhaps it should be afraid, because the fleet it led, including the Jackal-class assault ships on the outermost defense, was shedding layer by layer like the once festering skin of the Necrontyr.
But it doesn't matter.
Nas can be resurrected. Even if the fleet it leads is completely defeated, they will open their eyes again in the shallow tombs of Wenmas. There are plenty of such ships, so they can just sail again.
Nas's goal is to find information about the Star God fragment, and the king doesn't care about anything else.
It doesn't care either.
The target ships on the opposite side are trying to escape. They need speed, extreme speed. Nas hopes to shorten the duration of this naval battle as much as possible. As an archon, the fact that he is far away from the king he protects makes him feel uneasy.
In order to ensure speed, only the necessary Jackal-class assault ships left the fleet at Nas's signal to attract firepower, while the rest of the main fleet still kept a close eye on the Fourth Knight.
Almost there.
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Mortarion looked at the bird servant in silence. On it, a group of light green friendly ships were scattered in a mess, entangled and compressed in a dazzling posture.
But no matter how Perturabo manipulated his ships, the red enemy army still tore a hole straight in the sea, and their goal was -
It was the Fourth Knight where Mortarion was.
Mortarion looked at the enemy ship in silence. Some red fragments on it fell off and turned gray from time to time. Mortarion knew that they were assault ships sacrificed to ensure the speed of the main fleet.
ha.
Mortarion seemed to be back on the battlefield of Galasper, at this moment, just like that moment.
But the Death Guard's position had long since changed.
The only thing that puzzled Mortarion was the purpose of these aliens.
Why did they keep chasing after the fleet he was leading even after they stopped their ground support operations
Maybe this is what aliens are like. They can't think about each other from a human perspective.
Mortarion dropped his eyes absently.
The sound of electricity continued in the communication channel with Perturabo, but Perturabo never said a word.
Back on the Auspicious side, the Iron Warriors were almost frantic in their attempts to slow down the Necron fleet.
Regardless, the enemy's target this time was the Death Guard ships led by Mortarion, and it looked like Perturabo's plan had failed.
It is worth celebrating that the ship Mortarion is currently on is the Fourth Knight.
The ship's engine and overall structure were modified to adapt to the Battle of Galapagos.
Mortarion began to give orders, preheating the engines, turning on all shields, and forming dense formations.
He is very good at struggling in desperate situations, and the Death Guard always does so.
The Necron ships are approaching—
The crackling sound of electricity finally stopped, and to Mortarion's disgust, Perturabo's voice sounded.
"Maximize your engines and let the other ships intercept the enemy. The Iron Warriors can defend against them."
Perturabo was almost going crazy. The calculations made him tremble, but he really couldn't understand the behavior of the Necrons on the other side. Even if the tactics of the other side completely followed the optimal solution calculation, the other side was just like a madman in setting goals? !
They had no interest in taking losses or attacking the Iron Warriors ships, and simply pursued the Death Guard with all their might.
He even deliberately exposed the Iron Warriors' weaknesses, so that the opponent could cause considerable damage to them with minimal cost and pause.
But those sickle-shaped ships didn't do that! It seemed that their only goal was to catch up with the Death Guard ships, and they didn't even care whether they could win the naval battle.
According to the current trajectory of the Necrons, all cold calculations will point to that result, the cruelest result that Perturabo cannot accept.
Although Perturabo wanted Mortarion to die, he did not want Mortarion to die under the jurisdiction of his Iron Warriors!
He would be a great disgrace to the other Primarchs. What would the Emperor think of him, Father? What would the other Primarchs say when they spoke of him
This dirty brotherhood will become a stain that he will never be able to erase!
Listening to Perturabo's words, Mortarion clenched his scythe, and the incense burner on his body made a slight sound with his movement.
Although Mortarion could not usually hear the emotions in other people's words, his perception of despair and fear was superior to everyone else.
Perturabo was desperate, he was afraid.
Mortarion pursed his lips, he was happy to see this scene.
Mortarion spoke, his voice hoarse,
"My brother, let the redneck teach you a lesson."
Mortarion then closed the communication channel and began to command his troops.
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The Necron fleet was rapidly closing in on the Death Guard, the small raiders in the front of them beginning to separate, revealing their capital ships.
Mortarion blinked, concentrating.
Sure enough, the Necrons began to slow down slightly.
This was a precursor to a boarding battle, and Mortarion had made the right bet.
The Death Guard began firing their lances and torpedoes, but unsurprisingly they were easily torn apart by the Necron main ship.
[Fourth Knight, turn the ship around.]
A trickle of poisonous gas slowly drifted into the air from the censer on Mortarion's body.
The fourth knight, who was originally galloping forward, began to turn back. This sudden brake immediately shortened the distance between the two ships.
As the Necron ship was about to collide directly with the fragile flank of the Fourth Knight—
Right now.
[Reverse thrust, left engine at full power.]
Death spoke his orders.
The Fourth Horseman suddenly burst into an extreme speed. The huge acceleration even caused the main beam of the Fourth Horseman, which had been reinforced three times, to begin to tremble!
This was an acceleration that was enough to pull out the spines of the mortal crew members! In Mortarion's sight, the skin of those mortals stretched tightly, then tore directly, and blood splashed straight back.
As for their internal organs, most of them had probably been shaken into meat paste.
But Mortarion had no time to care about anything else, the Primarch calculated the angle.
[Right wing engine at full power.]
Before Mortarion finished his words, a huge crash sound erupted along the hull of the Fourth Knight!
It worked.
Under Mortarion's command, the Fourth Knight completed its turn in an instant and successfully escaped from its original position, the hull crashing straight into the side of the Necron ship.
The bow of the Fourth Knight, which had been specially reinforced and smashed the main city of Galasper, successfully opened a hole for the main ship of the Necrons after sacrificing itself.
But the front end of the Fourth Horseman was in a terrible state at this moment. Countless alarms sounded, and the air in the front and middle sections was being frantically sucked away from the Fourth Horseman. Some unfortunate mortal crew members were caught in the turbulence and thrown into the cold universe.
Mortarion did not pause. After realizing that the Fourth Knight had collided with the opposite side, he immediately began to move to the front of the hull, while the Death Guard company had already moved to the position he designated.
Gray cloaks rustled, and Mortarion knew they were ready to fight.
He was still better at these than empty fleet battles.
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Perturabo stared at the fleet of Death Guard ships in disbelief.
There, both parties, who were speeding at high speed, stopped.
Between the fighting cruisers and Jackal-class raiders, the two largest ships on both sides collided, and the Fourth Knight was stuck firmly in the inner hook of the half-moon shaped Necron ship.
The scene that the Fourth Knight was directly chopped into pieces by the Necrons did not occur as imagined.
Perturabo realized that Mortarion had modified the Fourth Horseman enough that the ship would not fall apart if it took a heavy impact to the front.
They survived.
Perhaps Perturabo really wanted to freeze for a moment, telling himself rationally that this was not realistic, but he still coldly commanded the Iron Warriors' ships to encircle the two stagnant parties and tear apart the opposing assault ships bit by bit with firepower.
In the middle of the fierce battle between many ships, a unique boarding battle also began on the main ship.
Led by Mortarion, the Death Guard easily swung their scythes at these aliens who also wielded scythes.
Compared to the Death Guard, these Necrons are significantly weaker in close combat.
As long as you are careful about the opponent's Gauss Laser, the Death Guard can easily gain the advantage.
Mortarion's hook easily tore apart a metal skeleton, then he raised his gun and shot, each bullet taking away the "life" of an alien.
In Mortarion's eyes, the soldiers on the opposite side were just a bunch of metal skeletons and Gauss weapons. Maybe their shapes were different, but they were basically the same.
Metal skeletons, more metal skeletons crawled out silently, like soulless corpses, and were then given death by the Death Guards.
The Death Guard, led by Mortarion, advanced their front line step by step, and soon they stood on a flat ground on the Necron ship.
A larger skeleton came out, holding an axe in one hand and a coffin-shaped shield in the other.
Mortarion didn't care about these. In his eyes, this undead was no different from any other.
He simply raised his hand and fired a shot. The bullet from the Dark Lantern grazed the opponent's shield and splashed onto its legs, leaving a black charred area.
Nas looked at the alien on the opposite side who was obviously taller and bigger, and he knew that he could not beat him.
But it doesn't have to win. If it really wanted the opponent's life, it could have torn them apart with its fleet just now.
To Nas's dismay, the information about the Star God fragments disappeared, and even close-range reconnaissance showed that the fragments were indeed not here.
Perhaps it could ask, even if that would make it seem stupid enough, but at least it could prove to the king that it had tried.
"Lowly creature of flesh and blood."
Nas spoke.
"I am asking you a question on behalf of the king,"
Seeing the metal frame opposite him speaking, Mortarion was surprised for a moment, then -
He started sprinting straight away.
Mortarion was not interested in the alien's words, he had heard enough before.
In a flash, Mortarion was close to Nass, and the Primarch's heavy scythe broke through the air and tore through Nass's shield. Nass had to duck back to avoid the attack.
Nass was annoyed by Mortarion's attack and felt even more that his behavior was stupid.
Why try to communicate with these inferior races
But Nas's thread began to comfort it again. At least Nas came here, and the king was still safe and did not have to be insulted by flesh and blood creatures.
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Above the ground, a signal that made Nas despair came, causing it to pause for a moment.
It needs to go back, back to the king?!
Mortarion seized the opportunity and slashed the alien in half.
The resurrection protocol was put into operation, and Nass, who possessed high-level authority, had his thoughts teleported back to the Hadesian construct on the surface of Wenmas.
The Necron ships that had lost their main commander were gradually defeated under Perturabo's control. The ships, without a target, began to attack autonomously, and the Iron Warriors once again paid a heavy price for this.
Mortarion continued to lead the Death Guard to clear out the Necrons on the main ship. These soldiers were no match for them in close combat. Compared to the Iron Warriors who were fighting at sea, the Death Guard's attack was unusually smooth.
Mortarion had been expecting to encounter another alien leader, but it seemed that the one he had just killed was the only leader.
If the Necrons' infantry were all of this strength in close combat, perhaps the pressure on Hades wouldn't be as great as he imagined.
Mortarion thought.
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