Khorne carefully selects the toys for his enemies.
A huge whirlpool, full of filth and chaos.
Thousands of years ago, a planet of the Norvok Necron Dynasty was pulled in by the gravitational pull of the Great Vortex, and has since lost contact with the other Necron creatures.
When the planet appeared again, it was already wearing the battle robe prepared for it by the Lord of Skull Capra.
No fighting, no struggle, no glory.
It's time to let the termites of the warp experience the true charm of war.
The war horn on the physical side has been sounded, and even the Lord of War will find it difficult to control its course. When both sides take to the field, the outcome is unpredictable.
But the Blood God never panics. The hostile insects are just cowards who survived by expelling the warp.
Guns and bullets, swords and axes, blood dripping.
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Hades took a deep breath, the biting cold wind stinging his nostrils.
He smelled blood - blood that had dried up tens of millions of years ago. He squinted his eyes and saw soldiers charging towards them in the distance.
The Necrons are a race that bears the distinct mark of their own dynasty, and the one that Hades and his crew encountered is obviously more distinctive.
Blood smeared the face of each Necron, and they adorned themselves with silver and green, revealing a more warlike frenzy than any Necromancer Hades had ever encountered.
Hades immediately determined that this was the Norwalk Dynasty. This "new" undead dynasty had a worship of war and preferred close combat. They were accustomed to decorating them with the blood of their enemies.
I have to say, Khorne knows how to play.
Hades smiled bitterly. He used the Black Domain to explore and found nothing as expected - they were pure Necrons, but they seemed to have been in the maelstrom for too long and were already half asleep. Apart from rushing straight towards them, they did not use any other tactics.
This may be the only good news. So far, they have not found the Undead's long-range firepower and air forces. Air supremacy is still in Hades' hands, but the blizzard makes it extremely difficult for the air forces to support the ground.
Hades acted decisively and tried to order the fleet in orbit to send down more stormbirds. Their primary goal now was to retreat, and as long as they reached a place with a calmer atmosphere, they could retreat immediately.
But the problem is that the plain suitable for retreat is still far away from them.
Hades shouted loudly to the air fleet in the channel. The signal was intermittent. He heard characters from the fleet that were different from the general commands, but they were too scattered and Hades did not understand what the fleet meant.
Hades cursed silently, hoping that it wouldn't be a message about the aerial fleet encountering the Necron fleet.
The storm temporarily prevented them from contacting the air fleet, and in the distance, Stormbirds were making forced landings due to extreme weather conditions—and some of the ships that did not have time to retreat were shot down by the Necrons' Gauss rays.
Now all Hades could command were the majority of the legion of World Eaters who came down with him, as well as the already scarce Soulless and Knights of the Order of Silence.
Hades immediately ordered the Soulless to withdraw from the front line - even though they were all skilled warriors, it was too luxurious to use the Soulless to fight against the Necrons.
Hades gritted his teeth and ordered the Wandering Knights to blend in with the World Eaters' knights to provide a long-range firepower platform for the army. When he saw the obviously shorter figures of the Wandering Knights blending in with the World Eaters' knights' ranks, Hades' heart bleeds.
But this is necessary, because without the support of air forces, the World Eaters, whose infantry are mostly Space Marines, lack sufficient firepower support.
While Hades was urgently dispatching troops, he cursed Khorne in his heart - and Trazim. They had a good agreement at the beginning, but only now did Hades realize that Trazim had not given Hades his direct contact information.
Isn't there a red button that you can press to directly call the King of Figures? !
Your figurines are running out! Trazyn! Give him Hades!
Trazyn, Trazyn, you will come, you will come, right
But Hades is now in a vortex of extremely strange space and time. Can the King of Figures realize Hades? Or, will Khorne allow any distress signals near this planet to escape
This is shameful, but Hades has never been so eager for the help of an alien race, even though now he only sees the endless stream of infantry troops of the Necrons... But Hades always has an uneasy thought in his heart.
If he wanted to checkmate Hades, Khorne would not choose a weaker dynasty, but he also could not choose a strong enough dynasty, because he would still need to snatch Angron and the World Eaters from the Necrons afterwards.
"For Angron!"
The war cry from the front line brought Hades back to his senses. Now he could only take one step at a time. Although he was still calling out to Tarasim in his heart, Hades knew that he could not pin the outcome of the battle on such an illusory thing.
Hades took another deep breath. As for his goal now, it would be best for him to stay behind the battle line as Angron's porter and wait for the World Eaters' front line to advance to the retreat point.
Sensing Hades's sudden change in the black domain, Angron on his back moved, woke up, and spoke hoarsely,
[it's over?]
“It’s just a new beginning.”
Hardy paused.
"I may have to go to the front later, Angron. I will place you next to a knight in the back and let the Soulless and the injured World Eater watch over you. The Soulless can also temporarily weaken your soul."
Angron smiled weakly.
[I am still wondering, how can a soldier carry a wounded soldier into battle?]
"We are retreating, Angron. It is common to retreat with the wounded on your back. Victory is not the primary goal, survival is. You must survive... and so must I."
Hades could feel Angron shaking his head on his back. The Lord of the Red Sands seemed confused. His tired voice rang out,
[I don't understand, Hades. Where did the courage you had to chop off those bastards' heads just now go? The winner will be the survivor, and only the survivor.]
In his drowsy thoughts, Angron recalled the broken scene that had just been broken. Hades had been at the front line, carrying a large wounded soldier on his back in a ridiculous manner, but his sickle was still sharp, and those demons were just straws under his sickle to be harvested.
But why did Hades suddenly retreat to the rear after Angron regained consciousness, exuding a worried aura
Angron tried to concentrate on thinking, but the nails, the black domain, and his tired body made it impossible for him to understand it all.
While talking to Angron, Hades' eyelids twitched. He felt an extremely familiar, extremely familiar breath, but he did not want to feel this breath now.
At the extreme end of his sight, Hades saw a lord-like undead standing there holding a scarlet sickle - it did not look like it had any rationality. Even though it was an overlord, its long drift in the whirlpool had left its joints covered with fine rust.
It raised its sickle.
Behind the Overlord, on the howling snowstorm in the wasteland, a giant building slowly rose up. Between the four black stone pillars, crackling lightning and painful howls came from it, tearing through the wind and snow, and straight into Hades' ears -
Fragments of a Star God, that is... which Star God is that
But it doesn't matter anymore.
There was a brief blank in Hades' mind.
If Hades was alone now, he would have already figured out where to dig his hole and bury himself.
Up to now, most of Hades's battles are still dealing with psychics, which is also the reason why he dares to fight.
But now, Khorne's excellent matching mechanism has matched Hades with... a real physical player.
Although Hades knew that he possessed some of the Void Dragon's abilities, they were only fragments of the fragment, an extremely weak small part, and Hades had never actually used this power in combat until now.
Hades wanted to smile bitterly, but he didn't. Except Hades, the warriors around him didn't know what had happened and what they were about to face.
Hades expressionlessly began to order the World Eaters to defend, and urged the Techmarines to try to contact the fleet in orbit.
They were likely to be annihilated here. How about Hades try to force the Stormbirds to land and bring Angron back? But Hades was not sure about the fleet's current situation. What if the power of Khorne descended upon the fleet
… Hades took a breath, feeling the weight of Angron behind him, thinking of the Death Guard, and the Emperor who told him not to die before leaving… No, they had to escape.
Angron may have sensed something. When Hades opened his mouth to put Angron down and place him at the knight's feet, the Primarch spoke first. Angron weakly patted Hades' shoulder armor.
[Is it my illusion? Hades, you seem different from before. ]
Angron coughed up blood and muttered,
[You are a good gladiator, Hades, I can't make a mistake. The war will be over. War will favor good gladiators.]
What responded to him was Hades' silence and the sudden intensification of the black domain. Angron fell into coma again.
No, I have to think about how to fight the Star Gods. I haven't found any book that directly describes the Star God Wars, and I'm still hesitating whether to go with the one that everyone knows or the one that is exclusive to Norwalk (but there is too little information on it wc)
By the way, are there any Necromancer players, or players who have fought Necromancer before, who can provide some ideas on how to fight Star God
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By the way, this wave of undead from the Norwalk Dynasty was once severely beaten by Mortarion (after he was promoted to a demon), and Mortarion instilled a warp disease that corroded metal into this unfortunate undead dynasty.
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Recommend book!!
Warhammer: Imperial Navy Promotion Manual
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