Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 167 Beheading Tactics
After a while.

On the Conqueror, the slaves belonging to the Oathbreaker warband were preparing the dread claw airdrop pods. Some mortal fighters who obeyed the warband had been forced to complete their preparations and entered rows of airdrop pods one after another.

Beheading Master Sharlock led fifty berserkers in the warband to advance in the corridor. The nearby mortal slaves immediately ran away when they heard the heavy footsteps and breathing. The mortals of the Space Marines would be caught and pressed against the weapons, and the mortals' necks would be cut as if they were blades.

After using a mortal to open the blade, Sharlock felt that the torture caused by the Butcher's Nail was slightly relieved, and he continued to stride towards the hull where the Dreadclaw was located.

"Sharlock."

A familiar voice suddenly rang in Sharlock's ear, and he panted impatiently, but he didn't directly express this anger in words, because the person who called him was Thorax, the leader of the Oathbreaker Warband.

"You are equally divided in each airdrop pod, don't squeeze together, because your landing points are different." Thorax continued to instruct through the communicator, "Don't forget that you are performing beheading tactics, don't patronize those ants. Start the killing ring."

"Huh...huh..." Sharlock's breathing was very heavy, and Thorax on the communicator could hear it clearly.

But Thorax would not say anything, because he knew Sharlock would obey his orders, but he was just impatient at this moment.

This is also normal, the battle is about to start, and the Butcher's Nail is tormenting Sharlock, making him wish to start harvesting life immediately to relieve the pain.

"I planned such a large-scale operation, and agreed to Huron's inexplicable conditions, not for the simple purpose of invading the foundry world."

"I have a grander plan, which is to integrate our various warbands that belonged to the World Eaters Legion."

"..."

Sharlock continued to listen to Thorax's plans...

As an aide-de-camp, Sharlock had always felt that the Butcher's Nails had little effect on Thorax.

Even the "Prodigal Sons" warband was puzzled by this, saying: Kosorax is more like a wise man among a group of bloodthirsty lunatics, of course he is also bloodthirsty and crazy, but fighting with you guys Compared with Nail, he is simply too rational.

"Come on, brother." Thorax gave one last sentence and cut off the communication.

Sharlock entered the first Dreadclaw drop pod he saw, and the rest of the warband's Chaos Space Marines entered other pods that were ready.

The hatch closed slowly.

"Huh...huh..." Sharlock breathed violently and long, which sounded like a humming sound.

After Sharlock waited patiently for a while, he suddenly heard a strange voice echoing in the airdrop cabin: "This is a joint operation, should we contact other warbands when we are ready, and then we Airdrop?"

The machine spirit of the Dreadclaw drop pod is very special, especially the machine soul of the drop pod that Sharlock often uses.

"No! We're going to land before the other warbands! Land me now!" Sharlock growled and ordered.

The airdrop pod was launched immediately, heading straight for the southern end of the Forge World.

Although the airdrop pods thrown out by the fleet are colorful and varied, these airdrop pods unexpectedly maintained the same level and speed at the beginning of their fall, and then they each slowed down.

……

on the ground.

Beta Fortress.

Vic, who rushed back to his friend, was in the Beta Fortress, standing on top of a tower full of various anti-aircraft weapons. Instead of commanding the Skitarii running back and forth, he looked up at the sky.

It was night at this time, and from time to time, a luminous spear would fall to the ground in the sky.

Vic saw that the giant fortress he was in was regarded as a key bombing target by warships in orbit, but the void shield protecting the fortress deflected the attack on the fortress into the subspace, and the attack of the enemy fleet temporarily failed. to the effect.

Just when the cathars in the fortress were feeling lucky to be protected by void shields, something happened that suffocated them.

There are a large number of meteors falling, and the entire night sky is illuminated by them fiery red.

Vic, who witnessed this scene, knew that it was not a meteor but an airdrop pod. Out of the rigor and curiosity of a Mechanician, he even began to speculate that each "meteor" belonged to the What type of drop pod.

Sevin was not as leisurely as Vecna, and he was quickly giving orders to the troops stationed in various important factories or energy facilities, so that the skitaris marshals in various places were ready to deal with the airdrop pods.

Drop pods are a rather nasty thing—for a party that loses control of orbit.

The airdrop pod will be filled with all kinds of powerful fighters and land on the surface of the planet at an extremely fast speed. For it, various defense lines, fortresses, and war situations are of little significance.

No matter how well-established a defense line a high-ranking figure was supposed to be, the airdrop pod would land near him, and then the soldiers inside would rush out and start a killing spree.

"01011010." Sewin raised his head and glanced at the sky. The implant in his brain instantly calculated the position of the airdrop pod from the ground, and then conveyed the command to fire the anti-aircraft weapons.

The anti-aircraft weapons on the ground opened fire immediately, weaving a dense anti-aircraft firepower network in the air, and even some wild donkey mechas that Sewin could mobilize began to shoot into the air.

In Vik's eyes, these anti-aircraft firepower nets are almost impossible to break through, but he knows what probability is. From the moment he loses control of the orbit, being attacked by the enemy in the airdrop cabin is a high probability thing that will happen.

"What about the support of the Imperial Navy, what about the Agrippina fleet. Why can the enemy's fleet directly enter our galaxy." Sevin walked to Vic and complained coldly and mechanically.

These complaints were mixed with some hissing sounds, which meant that Sewin, who had been specially transformed for military command, did not delay in giving orders when he complained.

"You are a priest, who are you asking?" Vic asked back.

"I'm also waiting..." Sewin said halfway, but suddenly changed his words, "I just received a message that our fleet was intercepted in a nearby galaxy, and they are fighting pirates."

After hearing the bad news, Vic didn't say anything, silently staring at the open space under the tower.

Sewin probably figured out where the airdrop pods would land, and a large number of cathars poured out from all over the fortress.

The Vanguard and the Rangers hid behind the cover and set up various weapons. The reloaded machine servants acted as a cover while preparing to shoot. Some units such as Rust Seekers and Electric Priests also passed by...

You can even see a data craftsman and the Castellan robot controlled by him.

The various heavy firepower weapons on the walls of the fortress also turned their muzzles and aimed at the open space respectively.

The Skitarii surrounded the landing point of the airdrop pod, isolated a hollow area with a radius of about 200 meters, and prepared to launch an attack after the airdrop pod landed.

All of this was done silently, and the priest Sevin who commanded the army could convey his orders to his subordinates in an instant, which was not inefficient.

(End of this chapter)