Chapter 161 153. Another
crescent moon scythe cuts through the void, the dim green light shines on death, and the Necron fleet moves on their home ground.
The data was densely tapping on Perturabo's blood vessels and nerves. The Iron Warriors' fleet spread out and changed like a swarm of insects. Every flicker of light points was an attack. Countless light points 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. The artillery fire and laser will be successfully ignited within the tolerable and predictable losses. These dark and sluggish undead spirits.
The Necron's naval battle is a violent solution based on a large amount of calculations and extremely high technological strength.
And the Perturabo they faced was also the king in charge of calculations and data.
Even though the weapons equipped on the Iron Warriors' ordinary ships are far less advanced than those of the Necrons, the advantage is the sheer number of Iron Warriors ships.
For every ten additional cruisers, Perturabo could complicate the ship formation by an order of magnitude.
Without the mud and variables on the surface of ordinary planets, a naval battle in the open universe will be a pure calculation contest.
Massive amounts of data poured into Perturabo's mind. In a rare effort to go all out, Perturabo briefly put down the command on the ground of 106 and other senses, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to this war.
There was no flesh and blood splattering, no roaring, only the flash of light and steel could leave faint traces in the indifferent universe.
There is only reason and data, only coldness and hardness.
Thousands of years of accumulation have caused these 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 of fighting with the violent data and the cold images projected back by the sensors made his brain heat up.
But he would soon realize something was wrong.
Nass
raised his head and looked at the sky above the fleet it led. The alien main ship group was changing in a dazzling formation, and every gap was submerged by light spears.
Nass was convinced that if it was still the Necrontyr, it might have been stabbed by the opponent's huge amount of light at this moment, or it might have screamed and melted in front of the huge amount of radiation.
But it isn't 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 outermost defensive Jackal-class assault ship of the ship group it leads is peeling off layer by layer like the Necrontyr's once festered skin.
But it doesn't matter.
Nass can be resurrected. Even if the fleet it leads is completely defeated, they will open their eyes again in the shallow tomb of Winmars. And there are many ships like this, so just open them again.
Nas's goal was to find information about the Star God fragment, but other than that, the king didn't care.
It doesn't care either.
The target ship on the opposite side is trying to escape. They need speed, even more extreme speed. Nas hopes to shorten the naval battle as much as possible. As a consul, the fact that he is far away from the king he protects makes it uneasy.
In order to ensure speed, only the necessary Jackal-class raiders left the fleet at Nass's signal to attract firepower. The remaining main fleet was still clinging to the Fourth Knight.
Coming.
Mortarion
looked at the bird servant in silence. Above it, a group of light green friendly ships were spread out in a mess, entangled and compressed in a dazzling manner.
But no matter how much Perturabo manipulated his ship, the red enemy force still tore a hole straight, and their target was the
Fourth Knight where Mortarion was located.
Mortarion looked at the enemy ship in silence. On it, some red fragments fell off from time to time and turned gray. Mortarion knew that those were raiding ships that were sacrificed to ensure the speed of the main fleet.
ha.
Mortarion seemed to be back on the battlefield of Garaspar, exactly like that moment.
But the Death Guard's position has long since changed.
The only thing that puzzled Mortarion was the purpose of these aliens.
Why did they pursue the fleet he led, even after they stopped supporting the ground?
Maybe this is the alien, they can't think about each other from a human perspective.
Mortarion lowered his eyes absently.
The sound of electricity kept ringing in the communication channel with Perturabo, but Perturabo never said a word.
On the Avian side, the Iron Warriors were going crazy trying to slow down the Necron ships.
No matter what, the opponent's target this time was the Death Guard ship led by Mortarion, and it seemed that Perturabo's plan failed.
It's worth celebrating that the ship Mortarion is currently on is the Fourth Knight.
The engine and overall structure of this ship were changed to adapt to the battle of Galaspa.
Mortarion began to give orders, the engines were warmed up, all shields were activated, and the formation was concentrated.
He was very good at struggling in desperate situations, and the Death Guard did this every time.
The Necron ship was about to approach -
the crackling sound of electricity finally stopped, and to Mortarion's disgust, Perturabo's voice rang out,
"Maximize your engines and let the Other ships go to block the opponent, and the Iron Warriors can defend them."
Perturabo was going crazy, and the calculations made him tremble, but he really couldn't understand the behavior of the Necron on the opposite side, even if the opponent's tactics completely followed the optimal You can solve calculations, but the opponent is like a madman in setting goals? !
They have no interest in attrition or attacking Iron Warriors ships, they just pursue the Death Guard with all their strength.
He even deliberately let the Iron Warriors reveal their flaws, so that the opponent could cause considerable losses to them with only minimal cost and pause.
But those sickle-shaped ships didn't do that! It seems that their only goal is to catch up with the Death Guard ships, and they don't even care whether they can win the naval battle.
According to the current trajectory of the Necron, all cold calculations will point to that result, the most cruel result, the most unacceptable to Perturabo.
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, and what would the Emperor think of him, Father? What did the other Primarchs say when they spoke of him?
This dirty brother will become a stain that is difficult to erase!
Listening to Perturabo's words opposite him, Mortarion shook his scythe of Nirvana, and the incense burner on his body made a slight sound as he moved.
Although Mortarion cannot hear the emotions in other people's words on a daily basis, his perception of despair and fear is superior to anyone else.
Perturabo was desperate, he was afraid.
Mortarion pursed his lips. He was happy to see this.
Mortarion spoke, his voice hoarse,
"My brother, let the rube teach you a lesson."
Then Mortarion closed the communication channel and began to command his troops.
The Necron fleet was closing in on the Death Guard, and the small assault ships at the forefront began
to separate, revealing their main ship.
Mortarion blinked, concentrating.
Sure enough, the Necron began to slow down slightly.
This was a precursor to a gang war, and Mortarion made the right bet.
The Death Guard's lances and torpedoes began to fire, but without any surprise, they were easily torn apart by the Necron's main ship.
Necrons rampaged through the Death Guard fleet.
[Fourth Knight, turn the ship around. 】
A trickle of poisonous gas slowly floated into the air from the incense burner on Mortarion's body.
The fourth knight, who was originally galloping forward, began to turn back. This sudden braking immediately shortened the distance between the two ships.
Seeing the Necron ship about to hit the Fourth Knight's fragile side strings directly -
now.
[Reverse thrust, left engine full. 】
The God of Death spoke his order.
The Fourth Knight exploded at extreme speed in an instant, and the huge acceleration even caused the main beam of the Fourth Knight, which had been reinforced three times, to tremble!
That's enough acceleration to pull the spines out of a mortal sailor! In Mortarion's sight, the skin of those mortals stretched out, and then tore directly, and blood spattered straight back.
And inside them, most of their internal organs were probably shattered into pulp.
But Mortarion had no time to think about anything else. The primarch calculated the angle.
[The right wing engine is full. 】
Before Mortarion finished speaking, a huge collision sound erupted along the hull of the Fourth Knight!
It worked.
Under Mortarion's command, the Fourth Knight completed the turn in an instant and successfully broke away from its original position. The hull crashed straight into the side of the Necron ship.
The bow of the Fourth Knight, which had been specially reinforced and smashed into the main hive of Garaspa, also successfully opened a hole for the Necron's main ship after sacrificing itself.
But the front end of the Fourth Knight was in shambles at the moment. Countless alarms sounded, and the air in the front and middle sections was being frantically pulled away from the Fourth Knight. Some unfortunate mortal crew members were swept up by these turbulences and thrown into the icy cold. between universes.
Mortarion did not pause. After realizing that the Fourth Knight had collided with the opposite side, he immediately began to move towards the front of the hull, and the Death Guard company had already moved towards the position he designated.
Gray cloaks rustled, and Mortarion knew they could begin the fight.
He is still better at these than empty fleet battles.
.Perturabo
looked at the group of Death Guard ships in disbelief.
There, both parties, who were originally speeding at high speed, stopped.
Between the fighting cruisers and the Jackal-class raiders, the two largest ships on both sides collided, and the Fourth Knight was firmly inserted into the internal hook of the half-moon-shaped Necron ship.
Unexpectedly, the fourth knight was directly cut into pieces by the Necron.
Perturabo realized that Mortarion had modified the Fourth Knight enough so that the ship could survive a huge impact to the front without falling apart.
They survived.
Perhaps Perturabo wanted to be stunned for a moment or something, and rationally told him that this matter was unrealistic, but he still coldly commanded the Iron Warriors' ships to surround the stagnant two sides and tear them apart bit by bit with firepower. The assault ship on the opposite side.
In the center of the fierce battle between many ships, a unique gang-hopping battle also began on the main ship.
Led by Mortarion, the Death Guard's scythes easily swung at these aliens who also held scythes.
Compared to the Death Guard, these Necrons have significantly weaker melee combat capabilities.
As long as you watch out for the Gaussian lasers on the opposite side, the Death Guard can easily gain the upper hand.
Mortarion hooked his sickle and easily tore open a metal frame. Then he raised his gun and fired. Each bullet would take away the "life" of an alien.
In Mortarion's eyes, the soldiers on the opposite side were just a pile of metal skeletons and Gaussian weapons. Maybe their shapes were different, but they were still the same.
Metal skeletons, more metal skeletons crawled out silently, like soulless corpses, and were given death by the Death Guard.
Under the leadership of Mortarion, the Death Guard advanced the battle line step by step, and soon they stood on a flat ground on the Necron ship.
A larger skeleton came out, holding an ax in one hand and a coffin-shaped shield in the other.
Mortarion didn't care about this. In his eyes, this undead was no different from any other.
He directly raised his hand and fired. The bullet from the Underworld Lantern grazed the opposite shield and splashed onto its legs, forming a black scorch.
Nass looked at the obviously taller alien race opposite him, and he knew clearly that he couldn't defeat him.
But it doesn't have to win. If it really wanted the opponent's life, it could have used its fleet to tear them apart just now.
To Nass's dismay, the information about the Star God fragment disappeared. Even with close inspection, the fragment was indeed not here.
Maybe it could ask, even if it seemed stupid enough, it would at least prove to the king that it had tried hard.
"Despicable flesh and blood creatures."
Nas said.
"I represent the king's will and ask you a question,"
Mortarion was surprised when he saw the metal frame on the opposite side speaking. Then -
he started sprinting directly.
Mortarion was not interested in the alien's words. He had heard enough before.
In the blink of an eye, Mortarion was close to Nas. The heavy scythe of the original body broke through the air and tore Nas's shield. Nas had to duck backwards to avoid the blow.
Mortarion's attack made Nath feel irritated, and it felt that its actions were even more stupid.
Why try to communicate with these lowly races?
But Nas's thread began to comfort it again. At least when Nas came here, the king was still safe and did not have to be insulted by flesh and blood creatures——
■*＋&aJsihskdpa
Above the ground, a signal that made Nas desperate came, This stopped it briefly for a moment -
did it need to go back, to the king? !
Mortarion seized this opportunity and cut off the alien directly.
The resurrection protocol was running, and Nas, who had high-level authority, had his thoughts sent back to the underworld structure on the surface of Wenmas.
The Necron ships that lost their main commander were gradually defeated under Perturabo's control. The ships without targets began to attack independently. 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 extremely smooth.
Mortarion originally expected to meet another alien with the same leader, but it seemed that the one he just hacked to death was the only leader.
If the Necrons' infantry melee combat was of this intensity, perhaps the pressure on Hades was not as great as he imagined.
Mortarion thought.
Thanks for subscribing and happy reading (°з°) -
Maybe I will update it again today, maybe I won’t
(end of this chapter)