On the ground of No. 106, between the No. 03 Black Stone Building Complex, the Graeae forgers, Iron Warriors, and Death Guard warriors were constantly shuttling back and forth.
Since the airborne team successfully cooperated with the air force to bomb the Blackstone complex, the Necron soldiers have obviously become sluggish, and no new Necron soldiers have emerged.
For the Necrons, one of their most significant advantages is their endless soldiers like an ant colony, but at this moment, they have obviously lost their advantage as they are no longer resurrected.
Perturabo judged that the black stone buildings were used to command these soldiers and were responsible for the resurrection and logistics of the undead army. Therefore, destroying these buildings was obviously a correct and necessary option.
The main fleet of Death Guard Galaspar had also arrived. Under the command of Garro and Vorcus, a large number of Death Guard and an army of Iron Warriors quickly cleared out these increasingly slow-moving Undeads.
Compared to the soldiers in the wasteland who were working together to encircle and suppress the Undead army, the three groups of people in the Blackrock building had their own thoughts.
The Iron Warriors came in Perturabo's name to collect the alien technology and further ensure that the enemy's structures were destroyed.
Although the forgers of the Graeae Mechanicum were also secretly searching for alien technology, some of them were also trying to find the shadow of Om Messiah.
In contrast, the Death Guard are pure and numerous, and they come to look for people in the name of Mortarion.
Black stones were scattered on the ground, and strange technological creations of alien races could be seen everywhere. Cracks were climbing on the hard rocks, which were the lines left after being torn apart by violent lightning.
"Praise Om Messiah."
A forger and his crusaders were standing in front of a huge rock. On the rock, lightning-like cracks were clearly visible and bottomless.
At that time, he was standing far away and saw the huge shadow rising suddenly from afar.
Is that the Death Guard, Hades
No. No, that is the agent of the God of All Things in the world!
Black and white were mixed with bright green, and the space became distorted. In an instant, beautiful and complicated knowledge passed by the eyes of the caster. Confusion was like ripples on the water, which dissipated easily.
It's like a dream.
The blacksmith blinked and caught a glimpse of a corner, but it was just a glimpse. The magnificent and complex treasure trove of knowledge did not leave anything for this believer. He saw it and then forgot it.
Is it because he is not pious enough
"Praise Om Messiah, please forgive my disrespect."
The forger muttered to himself, and the servo head played the hymn as best it could.
As deep believers in the Graeae Mechanicum, they were ecstatic to witness a miracle, but the man was gone.
God's agent is like a dazzling bubble that disappears brilliantly. After its fleeting appearance, it leaves behind only the mess and obsession.
They hoped to at least catch something.
The caster knelt in front of the miracle. Compared to his colleagues who were searching for alien technology, he would rather calm down and try to see if he could hear the echo of God again.
The ground beneath him responded.
Inaudible radio waves mixed with impurities came from the rock.
That was a distress signal. The Space Marine number attached to it was
"Here!!! Underground!!"
"He's still alive!"
God has not abandoned them!
Hades lay in the Death Guard's medical room with a look of despair on his face.
Familiar location, familiar bed, familiar pharmacist.
Damn, that old bastard from Toy King was so cruel.
Trazyn helped to press down Dynasty No. 106 and continued to sleep. Then he packed up the things he promised to Hades and threw them into an empty tomb, waiting for Hades to bring people to dig them up.
Hades chose a shallow grave and lay down, ready to knock himself out and wait for someone to dig it up.
Trazyn watched speechlessly as Hades tried to stab him and then pretend to be dead.
"If you don't take action now, the troops above will withdraw soon."
"I'm not thinking about where to poke!"
Hades looked at the knife in his hand with a painful expression. He couldn't stab too shallowly, otherwise the pharmacist would be able to tell at a glance that he was pretending to be dead.
Although Mortarion and the Death Guard were unlikely to mind how Hades died and came back to life, other legions were also there, so Hades thought it would be more reliable to just lie there and let the Death Guard pick him up.
He can't just drop from the sky with a bunch of undead weapons in his hands, right
And I heard from Trazyn that Mortarion and Perturabo started arguing again. What's going on
Hades had a toothache.
Trazyn came slowly towards us.
"What are you doing? I'm warning you!"
"It's okay, I'll just help you out!"
"ah!"
So when Hades opened his eyes again, what he saw was the ceiling of the Death Guard Endurance.
"Hey, you awake?"
The big face of pharmacist Leo appeared in front of Hades, and Hades nodded weakly.
Oh, and by the way, the new brain that Trazyn gave him was thoughtfully painted with the original paint job, which means that others can’t see that Hades’s right brain is actually no longer his original one!
His brain.
Leo ignored Hades's regretful look. The pharmacist opened the legion commander's channel with ease and informed Mortarion that Hades had woken up.
Mortarion has recently been trying to tangle with Perturabo, or lead his army to fight on the ground himself.
Leo walked over, and after making sure Hades was in stable condition, he took his apprentice Io out.
Io was one of the most recently selected Death Guards of Barbarus descent. He performed very smartly in the subsequent training, so pharmacist Leo asked for this new student.
It is better to strike first than to gain the advantage. Ever since the people from the foundry department snatched Hades away last time, the medical department has been quick and ruthless in taking action against potential newcomers.
"You will be in charge of District 12."
"I'm waiting here for the legion commander to come."
Leo said to Yio, Yio nodded, and headed for Area 12.
His good friend Lena happened to be receiving treatment in District 12.
Morag had fulfilled his responsibility in charge of this rookie team. He had been keeping them behind the battle line and only occasionally sent out to cooperate with the Mechanicus to clear the enemies on the flanks.
The entire team survived with no fatalities.
But the dishonest Lena did not follow military regulations and inadvertently lost contact with the main force during the battle. When Morag found Lena again, the boy was lying on the ground with a shameless look on his face, seriously injured.
Of course he will be punished, but only after his injury has healed.
"Hey! Io! You're here!"
Nale's familiar words sounded, and Io, with a stern face, knocked on Lena.
"Stop making noise and have a good rest."
"Ah, lying down is so boring!"
"Hey, stop knocking me, okay, okay, I'll lie down!"
Io looked at Lena and felt a strange feeling coming over him, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.
"If you're bored, then read a book."
Io picked up a book he had lent to Lena, a book about exotic animals.
“I don’t like watching these.”
"Then go to sleep."
In order to make Lena shut up, Io threw the book directly on Lena's face.
"Ouch! Be gentle!"
The book was smashed open, and on the pages there were five-legged chickens, legless horses, nine-headed snakes, and three-legged wolves.
What a strange creature, Io thought.
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