Warhammer: I don't want to become a stinky can!

A questioning voice arose, and a faint threat hissed through the room. Mortarian turned his head and stared at Hades, his questioning gaze unmistakable.

Damn, Hades almost choked on his own words.

No, no, no! At this moment, even if you're in the wrong, you can't be so arrogant! Hades quickly changed his tone.

"Why did you provoke him? The Death Guard might even cooperate with the First Legion later on."

At this point in time, Mortarion's words of trusting his brother sounded like Hades digging his own grave, especially since he had said them to Leon the Lion King, the executioner. Had he even used a different Primarch?

The Lord of Death let out a tremendous mocking laugh.

"Huh? This is considered provocation? If this kind of talk is considered provocation, then Death Guard would have been provoked countless times already."

That statement is not entirely wrong; the meeting with Peturabo and Leon Johnson was indeed not a pleasant one.

Hades paused, "You have to. You at least have to."

Mortalian watched Hades' performance quietly; the Primarch truly didn't believe his words to Leon could be considered offensive.

In contrast to what Leon Johnson said to him.

"Although they are unreasonable, since the Death Guard has already started to take precautions, we can't give them any leverage!"

Hades's critical strike! The effect was outstanding! Mortarion fell into deep thought!

Seeing Mortalian's silence, Hades guiltily touched his nose. Ahem, putting everything else aside, that kind of "although others are not good, I am this or that" sentence structure always reminded him of bad things.

Moreover, this was tantamount to a veiled insult to King Leon, but considering the lion's previous attitude towards them, the insult wasn't entirely unfounded.

After a long silence, Mortarian slowly nodded.

"It's a reality that I find very unpleasant, but it's true."

At least when it comes to accepting unpleasant realities, Mortalian is extremely resilient, after all, this unfortunate Primarch has hardly experienced anything that goes his way.

But he was still very unhappy and dissatisfied. Whenever he thought of those ugly-faced "brothers" and their arrogant and conceited behavior, Mortarian wanted to shoot them directly.

But reality remains the same.

We will continue to engage with them in the future, and may even clash with them militarily. Perhaps making the Death Guard less conspicuous and less likely to arouse suspicion from other Primarchs is a viable solution.

Mortalian still wanted to fight either Perturabo or Leon Johnsen; the Primarch despised those self-important, arrogant types.

"So, is it possible to avoid saying things that might arouse their suspicion?"

Seeing Mortarian deep in thought, Hades cautiously spoke up, Mortarian's resentment and desire to fight practically overflowing.

Mortarian sighed deeply.

"Then you shouldn't have stopped me, Hades. Let me point out Leon's command errors so that the conversation wouldn't veer towards those feeble but dangerous provocations."

Hades's lips twitched. "If I don't stop you, then it'll become a 1v1 Mortal Kombat between you and Leon Johnson offline, right?"

Primarchs, apart from a few well-mannered ones or those with high talent, are mostly hot-tempered guys who refuse to submit to each other and spend their days bickering.

A classic joke is that all Primarchs believe they can beat 80% of their brothers.

Hades swallowed hard. If it were a real-life fight now, how many Mortarion could he take on?

Ahem, no, I've gone off-topic. Although from the perspective of enjoying a good spectacle, Hades was still looking forward to seeing a Primarch 1v1 match. It felt a bit like a cricket fight.

"Motalian, my personal suggestion is that we should be cautious when engaging with other legions."

Motarian waved his hand. "Understood."

He would take those “brothers’” words as the last comfort brought by ignorance, Mortarian thought with a complex and pitying feeling.

Juste was in ruins, but the war continued.

Memanik was driven to a corner, his scythe slowly slicing across the alien's throat. This would be a rather long slaughter, and the Death Guard still needed to guard against the enemy's desperate measures.

On the other hand, Justa's factories, which were already beyond repair, began to work again, with guns and ammunition rolling off the production line in a steady stream.

With the help of the Juster Mechanic, the Death Guard constructed and reactivated the defenses of the planet closest to Mandeville Point in the galaxy.

The defensive space stations, which had been destroyed by the aliens, were dragged out of the planetary belt. Even though they could no longer function as before, they could still slow down the alien fleet.

The No. 3 mining planet, which is closest to Mandeville, has been redeployed. Thanks to the deliberate preservation efforts of the Mimanic, the defensive laser array here is still usable.

The Legion Commander is still engaged in fierce battle with Memanic. Facing enemies capable of destroying an entire galaxy, the Death Guard must not underestimate them.

In reality, the fleet warfare of the Memanic was far more difficult to deal with than their lackluster ground warfare, and the alien race's bizarre technology and formations also caused Mortarion's boarding plans to repeatedly fail.

Left with no other choice, Mortarian had to patiently chip away at the enemy fleet's formation bit by bit. During this time, the mortal crew of the Endurance were constantly complaining, as they had to face Mortarian's personal questioning.

On the other side of the galaxy, there was a defensive array deployed by the commander. The Star Speakers within the Death Guard were groaning anxiously. From their reactions, Hades knew that Randan's fleet was approaching.

Although the Star Speakers became noticeably more uneasy when Hades approached them and inquired about the situation.

Hades remained silent and somewhat embarrassed, ignoring this small detail.

Although Lion King Leon's attitude was quite ominous, the intelligence from the Dark Angels was still accurate. Through the information from the First Legion, Hades roughly estimated the size of this alien fleet.

Hmm. That's a considerable number, but the good news is that their resources aren't very abundant; it seems the battle in the last star system took a significant toll on them.

Therefore, they desperately need Ruster's resources, and the Death Guard will confront them head-on, raising their scythes.

According to the Dark Legion's information, the Randan Xenomorph is a tall but hunched humanoid, and each individual can manipulate the minds of living beings to varying degrees.

The higher the level within Randan, the stronger its mind control ability; a powerful Randan lord can even control a small army on his own.

During battle, these powerful alien races can also attack the enemy's mind. Only a strong will can resist Ran Dan's mental attacks, and the losers will become new slaves under Ran Dan's feet.

According to the Dark Angels’ personal experience, ordinary Space Marines cannot be controlled by Randan, nor can mortals with strong wills. However, if a Space Marine’s emotions or physical condition are unstable, they may be controlled.

With formidable individual combat capabilities and a general lack of ammunition for the fleet, Randan's battle plan is quite clear: they will not attempt to engage the Death Guards in a fleet battle.

They will get as close as possible to the Death Guards, replacing the battles between ships with the clash of swords and the shouts of guns between warriors.

As the defender, the best option is naturally to engage in fleet warfare, using Just's production capacity to kite the enemy fleet to death.

Unfortunately, Hades currently has a limited number of ships at his disposal.

The reason for this is that, on the other side of the galaxy, Mortarion is leading the Death Guard fleet to besiege the Memanic. Compared to Randan, the Memanic are more adept at fleet warfare.

Therefore, the Death Guard had to detach most of its fleet to encircle and annihilate Memanic.

Although the Death Guard currently occupies most of the entire galaxy, if Ran Dan arrives, the Death Guard will face a situation of being attacked from both sides, and neither front can be lost.

The collapse of any one of them would have a catastrophic outcome for the Death Guard.

But Hades believed that Mortarion would not be defeated, just as Mortarion believed that Hades could stop Randan's fleet.

A dry wind swept by, and on Mining Planet No. 3, the sensor arrays stared at the sky, silently observing the starry heavens and the imperceptible subspace ripples.

Finally, a ripple appeared beside Justmandeville.

Hades, who was taking a nap, opened his eyes and stared at the command board on the Reaper's Scythe, where a flood of warnings engulfed the screen.

Ran Dan has arrived.

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Chapter 238 Ran Dan, how do you feel about being swallowed?

The first wave is bombing, bombing them to pieces.

With the support of a forging world that is gradually resuming production, Hades said that the Death Guard has no shortage of ammunition, not to mention the Sages' current enthusiasm for production.

Hades felt that if he didn't use this ammunition, he would be letting down the sages' crazy enthusiasm.

The Randan fleet was greeted by torpedoes, tens of thousands of them. There was no need to hide them, and the welcome was naturally to be a grand affair.

The torpedo array traced beautiful trails of flame in the void. The void cannot transmit sound, otherwise the entire area would have been filled with that deafening roar, a furious cry in the face of an alien race.

Hades watched the torpedoes and the enemy fleet's reaction in silence, his left eye glowing red, and the image of Peturabo leading the Iron Warriors fleet seemed to begin to overlap before his eyes.

As Hades expected, the enemy's first wave of fleets seemed to have no intention of resisting at all. Yes, they were decoys, tasked with drawing fire to the main fleet's arrival.

Just like the Death Guard had done before, Hades sneered as he watched the small ships that had scattered and escaped turn into bright fireworks outside the portholes.

The small ships were all oddly shaped and of strange models. Hades even recognized the Imperial Navy among them, guessing they were all foreign races controlled by Randan.

At the same time, the enemy's main fleet also began to appear, seemingly believing that the first wave of fire had passed and that these sacrificial pawns had completed their mission of providing cover.

Hades gave a friendly smile and issued the instructions for the second phase—

The second wave was still bombing, bombing them to death.

To reiterate, Death Guard has a lot of ammo now, a lot.

Hades hoped that this "many" would leave a deep impression on Randan's mind.

The space station deployed in the star-shattering belt near Mandeville immediately began a second round of torpedo launches. The number of torpedoes, no less than, and even exceeding, that of the first round, roared into the sky, heading straight for the alien race.

These launched torpedoes clearly gave the enemy quite a surprise, prompting the deployment of interceptor missiles and smaller ships to snipe the Death Guard's torpedo boat swarm.

Hades silently counted down the seconds in his mind. Ran Dan's reaction was a bit slow. Compared to the legions with faster reactions, such as the Iron Warriors, Ran Dan's fleet reaction was really not good.

Hades wasn't sure if this was their usual reaction speed or their panicked reaction speed after seeing the Death Guard's gift pack.

Regardless, Hades will use this fragmented data in his subsequent command.

A dazzling explosion shone on the horizon, its brilliance enhanced by the rippling emerald waves of the warp. The Lady of Death made her official debut, her usual plain clothes stained with blood now radiant, sparkling sequins adorning her skirt. Each flash of light represented the fall of a ship.

Most of the torpedoes were intercepted, but some still faithfully reached the other side, their fragments breaking apart with the explosion, revealing ripples in the view through the breaches—the gushing of air from inside the ship.

The ship debris floated silently and slowly, and Hades knew that its extremely high speed would further disrupt the enemy's advance.

Some small, gray dots hung on large swaths of building materials, and were flung into space along with the blast of air.

Nothing is different; everything is life.

Life is the cheapest thing! Hades firmly controlled the rhythm of the battlefield, commanding nearby space defense stations to join this close-range pyroclastic attack. Their suicidal offensive would further tear apart the Randan fleet's ranks, and the initiative in the war must be in the hands of the Death Guard.

Led by torpedoes, these defensive stations, which had been damaged in the previous Battle of Manik and patched up by the Death Guard, rushed forward.

Most of the work at the defense stations was done by machine servants, but there were still necessary crew members on board to take command in order to make the most of the power of the suicide attacks.

Only life understands the maximum destruction before death; near-death brings the deepest rage.

Those space stations charged into the enemy fleet with unwavering resolve. Most of them stopped at the outer perimeter of the enemy fleet, but some managed to break through and stumble but determinedly crashed into the fleet that had been marked for special purposes.

Hades watched silently as the defensive posts surged into Randan's ranks, the explosions spreading out far more dazzling than torpedoes—

These space stations were already filled with explosives.

Hades blinked. The commander focused his thoughts on observing the changes in the Randan fleet. He no longer cared about the few remaining unexploded space stations. One or two could not shake the whole game, especially in a game where the Milky Way was the chessboard.

As for accepting our condolences, that's something to consider after the war.

In war, any sentimentality or emotion becomes fertile ground for one's own demise; there is no time for mourning, no energy for lamentation.

Ran Dan, who was rushing forward in an attempt to open up the battlefield, clearly took the hit head-on. Now Hades could tell that the enemy's rhythm was disrupted, and the Death Guard had successfully split the once unified fleet into two parts.

The vanguard of the rapid advance seemed hesitant about whether to turn back, but if they stopped, the attack would fail, and the losers who failed to gain control of the battlefield would be expelled.

Therefore, they cannot stop.

But if they kept going... Hades looked with satisfaction at Randan's wound. The fleet became sluggish towards the rear, revealing an ugly, large wound. The Death Guard's scythe could easily hook in and tear out their intestines.

If you want to enter the Death Guard's territory, you'll need to pay with enough blood.

The curtain falls perfectly on the second act with the explosion of the last space station, while the opening music of the third act begins with the roar of the Death Guard fleet starting up.

Even with ample ammunition, the Deathguard's fleet is severely lacking on this front. If the enemy realizes this and extends the battle line, the Deathguard will be bogged down in a protracted war of attrition.

Therefore, Hades and the Death Guard will act as shepherds, driving away the ships that are concentrated in Randan and not giving them a chance to disperse.

A large portion of the alien fleet will be driven to the vicinity of Mining Planet 3, where planetary defenses will cooperate with the fleet to annihilate the enemy. Another group of fleets will be driven to the scree belt for slow clearing.

Even a massive ammunition depot cannot sustain a full-scale ammunition expulsion, which means that ships must be dispatched to lure and drive away Randan.

Deathguard and Randan, they must now engage in close combat and fight each other, it's time to test the engine's quality and the captain's speed.

There will inevitably be instances of defections and counter-defections, but as long as they conform to the overall tactical plan, Hades is willing to let these warriors decide their own plans.

Just as Mortalian believed in Hades, Hades also believed in the Deathguard and its crew, these ships with names steeped in death culture would be his best weapons.

The Fourth Knight, my Lady of Death, Depression. They sigh and raise their scythes, death accompanies them, Hades blesses you all.

May you all have great military success.

Hades silently counted the beats of the war. When the time came, he looked up and the news arrived that the first ship had successfully boarded the ship.