[Three battlefields,]
Fulgrim said, his bony fingers lowering the chess pieces, symbolizing the Death Guard's deadly sons taking their positions in the garden.
The dry-haired man looked at the chessboard intently. On the chessboard, there were faint shouts and sounds of fighting, and fireworks were set off.
[The long battle between gods is finally coming to an end,] Fulgrim muttered to himself, [Our brothers are still so persistent in becoming gods or demigods...]
"He just wants to kill God," Conrad said suddenly. "Only God can kill God, or he can pull God down from the throne himself - for him, the throne is an unwanted byproduct."
Fulgrim blinked, his long eyelashes trembling, [It looks like he failed. ]
Conrad laughed dryly. [Both sides are hurt. He picked the wrong god. Seven will not be the first to disappear. Why should he insist on an "eternal" god?]
[Foolish,] said Fulgrim,[or he has other plans.]
"Let's wait and see what he does next," Conrad said calmly, scooping up some kind of fluid with one hand. It was some kind of thick green liquid that made a small popping sound.
The original body supported himself on the armrest, stood up slightly, and splashed the liquid onto the chessboard.
[The Emperor does not expect the Pale Lord to reunite with the monsters. The most suitable place for the Pale Lord is the garden. He is too rebellious and too radical.]
Fugen said, he took a piece, and placed it in the garden, in a foreign style,
Hearing this, Conrad frowned slightly, and the various jewels on his body sparkled even more.
"That was His plan," Curze said. "Since He did not tell us to do so, we will continue to watch this farce."
[What’s more, He was also watching this farce performed by the Lord of Death—even if the Lord of Death failed, this drama of killing God would provide Him with a lot of inspiration.]
[I guess the Emperor will start to pay attention to the alien gods. Maybe He will try to control the greenskins. According to His character, this is not impossible...]
Fugen said nothing, and glanced at Conrad coldly.
[We were not told... Did you find the lion? ]
Conrad's mouth twitched a few times.
“He is not in a hurry to ask us,” Conrad said. “He is probably thinking about the garden and the monster.”
Fugen shook his head helplessly.
[It's time to start speeding up.] Fugen said, staring at Conrad, who raised his chin high and said nothing.
After a long while, Fugen sighed, picked up the chess piece in a gloomy manner,
[Next is Octares, an ordinary apocalyptic-level battlefield.]
He put the Bonebreaker pawn on the field. The battle itself was nothing noteworthy.
Although there may be other existences lurking among them,
[I'm looking forward to Faos's debut,] Conrad suddenly laughed and tapped his temple with his fingers, [I remember them, measuring slingshots, right?]
Conrad sneered, "He suffered a great loss in this matter. He underestimated those oil men. Could it be that the experience of helping the Lord of Humanity deceive the oil men made Him let His guard down?"
The jewels on Conrad became even more dazzling. Fugen stared at Conrad nervously and silently. He watched the long pearl chain Conrad was wearing begin to grow, and the bright and shiny pearls grew out one by one.
The Lord of Night stopped talking, curled his lips in dissatisfaction, then picked up the chess pieces of Son of Hades and Phaos and put them down.
[Stingy.] Conrad commented, picking up the long chains casually. They were just chains made of jewels. To the Lord of Night, they were a play of bad taste and an insult.
"You should stop sarcasm about Him," Fulgrim said pertinently, pushing the Star God-like chess piece to the dark side.
"Since He is the emperor," Conrad said sarcastically, "then I am His jester."
Fulgrim calmly leaned back slightly to prevent the blood from splattering on him. Opposite him, Conrad made a sound as if his throat had been cut.
The huge white pearls were stained with blood, the dazzling diamonds were dripping with blood plasma, the jewels on the Lord of Night's body strangled him, squeezed him, and deeply embedded in his flesh and blood. The yellow-white fat was squeezed out and squeezed into the gaps between the full pearl chains. The sound of bones breaking was heard, and the gold was embedded in it like a blunt knife.
Conrad struggled subconsciously, but something was restraining him, nailing him to the spot, making him unable to break free forever.
After a long time, Fugen sat up silently and stared at Conrad who was fumbling to sort out the jewels. Conrad was coughing up blood and struggling to put the gold and silver jewels in order.
[… mean.]
Conrad said hoarsely,
[You have touched the reverse scale,] Fugen said, [You know that He once called Him by this name...]
Self-proclaimed.
[I don’t deserve it, right?]
Conrad said sarcastically, "You and I are just one of His flashy toys. He never expects anything from us. I am just a toy He uses to entertain himself."
Fugen's eyes were as calm as dead water.
So what kind of ending are you expecting, Conrad
Conrad was choked suddenly, and he fell silent for a rare time. The blood on the jewels gradually faded, absorbed by the greedy treasures, and the gold and silver became even more shining.
After a long while, Conrad said sullenly,
[All right.]
He picked up the chess piece that symbolized Pluto—it couldn't even be called a chess piece, but rather an industrial waste, like slag from a smelting operation, without any order or shape, and flashing with different lusters.
[Let's see how the monster performs.]
Conrad placed Pluto into the boundless greenskins, and the Tyranids who were fighting against the Greenskin Empire were almost overflowing the chessboard.
The chessboard can't even accommodate the size of the Tyranids. Leviathan is expanding and evolving madly at a terrifying speed.
Perhaps Chaos should be thankful that the Tyranids have no interest in the Warp.
[… A fierce battle. ]
Conrad whispered, staring at Hades thoughtfully,
[This is the being He wishes to recruit into His service—but can He really try to seduce him? ]
Fulgrim's eyes slid imperceptibly over the Deceiver's chess pieces.
"He will try," Fulgrim said cautiously, "but when will it be?"
[…]
Conrad was silent for a moment, then a hissing sound came out, like a curse,
[All of this is based on the fact that it can really defeat Tyrannosaurus - but I am not optimistic... ]
As if to adapt to the size of the Zerg, the chessboard stretched out with difficulty, and endless Tyranid troops were exposed to their sight.
This is not a small amount.
The two Primarchs looked at each other.
Then Conrad laughed incredulously.
[The farce he expected had not even begun, and he was about to fall into the insect swarm.]
The forces that had been fighting each other for thousands of years began to lose their cleverness in the face of the real visitors from outside the river.
In all the calculations, they seemed to have overlooked a fact: an elephant in the room. They stubbornly stayed within their own chess game until the elephant snorted in front of them.
That is, the scale of this Tyranid fleet is really large.
Unimaginably big.
At this moment, the two Primarchs suddenly remembered where the most urgent crisis the monsters were really facing came from.
And what will happen to the galaxy if the monster fails.
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[Octares]
This is going to be a tough battle.
It requires a lot of sacrifice.
In the largest, tallest, and most majestic building on the planet Hades, Hades stood in the highest command room, staring at the star map in front of him with a serious expression.
The building looks like a giant green skin lying down, or a huge garbage dump.
On the big green man's head, there are countless antennas erected, and the Mag boys stand under the antennas so that they can update the battlefield dynamics and transmit information at any time.
But he couldn't command the whole thing alone. Knowing that the greenskin empire was run around a core, Tyrone deliberately lengthened the battle line.
The long and rugged projected battle line stretched across almost the entire side of the emerging empire.
Based on the frequency of Licat's actions, Hades estimated that Tyranid was about to launch an attack.
Licart, a kind of Tyranid vanguard, appears on the planets that the Tyranids choose to attack.
But there is another possibility that Tyran is playing him. In any case, Hades is prepared for Tyran to play him.
He divided the Greenskin Empire into seven parts, and the army into seven groups. Each group was led by a big Greenskin warlord, who was the leader of the Greenskin from the second group of the fifth division.
Under the seven great greenskin warlords, there are also countless greenskin warbosses. Hades strictly examines them to ensure that each warboss is amazing and has his own unique skills.
This is to ensure victory in every small battlefield. In addition, this will also consume the efficiency of Tyranids -
The Tyranids like to evolve against their enemies and produce specific armies, so Hades lets them evolve to their heart's content.
Thanks to Magnus, Mag-Boy, and the Techs, the Greenskins are now much more mobile, and all their ships are painted red.
But this is not the point. Hades paced slowly beside the map that was so huge that it took up an entire wall of the room.
He had to lure the Tyranids deep into the Empire, which meant failure, loss of troops, and it had to be realistic enough for the Tyranids to believe it—but not so realistic that Hades' plan would actually fail.
If you are not careful, you will lose everything.
Hades rarely felt pressure. Compared with the previous small fights, the Tyranids were more numerous and evolved faster than he had imagined. They were a perfect race for expansion.
If this force is released, perhaps the human empire will suffer a devastating disaster.
And now, without spending a single soldier from the Human Empire, and relying on deception, Hades will lead the Greenskin Empire to severely damage or even wipe out this Tyranid force.
"drop-"
A shrill alarm sounded, Hades looked up, and a small green dot turned red, which meant that the Terrans had begun to act.
“Ding ding ding ding ding ding—”
Alarms kept falling like heavy rain, scarlet light quickly reflected on Hades' armor, the red lines twisted, and instantly tore open the huge map.
Even within the Greenskin Empire, dense red dots appeared.
Here it comes.
————
The deep Milky Way is cold without a trace of warmth. The stars in the distance blink and fall on the far shore. Looking at this side,
The swarm is on the move.
More numerous than the stars, colder than the Milky Way, they come from beyond the Milky Way to eat,
Long, greedy tentacles stretched out from the front of the battleship, squirming to capture the scent of prey.
What is the Sea of Insects
The boundless waves are like real waves, stretching and crashing forward.
This is a huge nervous system, with pulses in nanoseconds emitted rapidly from the mothership and transferred to its terminals through tens of thousands of nodes.
Devour and grow stronger, devour and grow stronger. They are extremely pure and use war as their teeth to bite off every planet.
The narwhal worm ship slowly sailed out of the sea of worms. The gravity around the ship began to collapse, and the space began to fold and twist.
…
On the target planet, the greenskins looked up in confusion. They saw abnormal colorful clouds, a long cry coming from the earth, and the coastline suddenly dropped.
Inside the exploration institute, the detective boys all ran to the biggest and reddest button and pressed it!
drop!
The alarm sounded almost simultaneously on the planet and in Hades' command room.
The first is the distortion of the planet's gravitational field, which is a byproduct of the Tyranids' superluminal travel.
Hive Fleets are purely biological forces that generate no electromagnetic signals when not in combat, which means they cannot be detected by conventional means.
The space stations surrounding the planet have entered combat readiness mode, with detection lighthouses standing upright, and a screaming Magboy tied to the top.
The battleship sailed out of the spaceport, flames spewing from the end of the engine, and rushed forward rampage. However, the vacuum of the universe could not hear the waaagh roar of the greenskins.
In the silent darkness, the twisted creatures came ashore.
A huge creature like a conch, its body covered by a thick and solid shell, with spikes on its back. It is Tyranid's living torpedo, with thick predatory tentacles sticking out from the front and waving.
One, two, three... One hundred and three... One thousand, seven hundred and fifty-four... Fourteen thousand, five hundred and twenty-three... Twenty thousand... Thirty thousand... Four...
This is a level that would make any intelligent creature ashamed to see. Perhaps Chaos should once again thank Tyranids for being insensitive to the Warp.
For some generals with weak wills, just seeing this scene might drive them crazy.
Every thousand biological ships gathered into a square formation and launched an attack towards the target galaxy.
They come with only one goal, to devour all the resources of this galaxy, go deep, deep, and merge with the main fleet.
Hades raised his eyes and saw signs of war emerging. Flames of war ignited on more than a hundred battlefields, large and small.
First, there is the naval battle.
The first round of charge!
First up! It's the Space Bricks!
WAAAAGH!!! The greenskins pressed the big red acceleration button one after another, the engines made a deafening roar, and in a straight line, the greenskin warships rushed straight into the hive fleet!
In the moment before the two armies engaged in battle, countless sparks burst out! A huge torpedo spewed out and smashed straight into the enemy ship!
WAAAAGH!!!
The beast-headed battleship opened its mouth wide and rushed in like a dump truck!
Huge chunks of flesh and blood exploded in the void, bone plates swirled out, and the warships with their hulls covered with insect remains quickly drove out of the hive fleet from the other end.
Most of the greenskin warships successfully reunited at the other end, but some remained in the insect ship forever. Countless small ships hooked onto the side of the greenskin warships, corroding the warships with tentacles, teeth and corrosive fluids.
Countless groups of Tyranid creatures were ejected, this was a boarding battle unique to the Tyranids.
The green warships that had been racing too fast immediately turned around and began to prepare for the second round of charge.
The Zerg Fleet, which had been scattered by the Greenskins' mindless charge, immediately began to regroup.
The Tyranids began to scream, the biological plasma cannons emitted light, and a hissing sound came from the acid cannon muzzles. Sharp biological torpedoes that automatically sought out the enemy were released from the spines of the Tyranid monsters.
The greenskins were not to be outdone and they all pressed buttons. All of a sudden, torpedoes and missiles flew everywhere, and plasma and light spears were the same color.
WAAAAGH!!!
Second round of charge!
Following the footsteps of the greenskins, flamethrowers spit out from the mouths of the modified battleships, like the acid bombs of the Tyranids, with liquid bombs wrapped in the middle. Huge gas fuel bombs were sprayed out, followed by a small, cute detonator bomb.
The fuel bomb hit the Tyranid ship, and a huge ball of gas immediately splashed and covered the front end of the ship. The next moment, the target was hit by a detonator with the words "We are the WAAAAGHest" written on it!
Huge balls of fire immediately exploded in the void! Hot and bright like stars, the Zerg struggled in the flames and quickly turned into ashes.
WAAAAGH!!!
The bright flames made the greenskins excited. The guys wrapped in incendiary bombs and fuel jumped onto the red carrier-based aircraft and accelerated the engines! Go, go, go, go! ! !
The fastest in the galaxy! The best noise! WAAAAGH!!!
For the gangster boss! For the god of death to touch his face! Let's go!!!
In the outer galaxies, the green-skinned warships, which were far smaller in number than the Hive fleet, launched charges again and again. They brought WAAAAGH!!! They brought death!!! They brought burning!!!
The sunken green ships pressed the big red button for the last time and rushed towards the largest hive ship nearby.
Together with each other, they transformed into the brightest and most WAAAAGH stars in the galaxy.
The first is weakening and sacrifice.
Hades thought slowly as he watched the marks symbolizing the failure of naval battles appear on the map. The appearance of each mark represented the complete annihilation of a greenskin fleet.
The remaining victorious Zerg fleet continued to advance towards the target planet, and then the wreckage of countless green space stations fell into the planet's atmosphere.
Hades lowered his head nonchalantly, playing with a small hourglass in his hand.
Grains of silver metal sand at the top of the hourglass were falling to the bottom one by one as Hades thought.
Each one represents a portion of the quality of the Tyranid fleet.
Attrition, Hades thought, a lot of failures and attrition will constitute the early stage of this war.
The early wars and practices with Tyranids taught Hades that
In space combat, ships engulfed in flames will not have their biomass recycled due to the cumbersome collection process.
But... the planets conquered by the Tyranids will provide them with mass again.
No... no rush.
Hades thought, looking up again, he stared at the map, patiently watching the insect's tentacles reach in...
(End of this chapter)