Chapter 1076 Shooting Requires Sight

Mortalion's heart of glass is worse than that of Perturabo, but what is better than Perturabo is that he can listen to people's words, but he will not change his words.

Although he is the original body, Mortarion is more like a man of daily life. As early as Barbarus, if Typhons hadn't kept encouraging him to rebel, he might have just been guarding the small village, farming, and protecting the village from infringement. This trait was clearly demonstrated after he fell into Nurgle, fishing in troubled waters every day and planting rotten plants in Barbarus. Typhons has never been idle, working around the empire, trying to win Nurgle's favor.

But the original body is the original body after all, and the limited edition is more worthy of collection than the mass product. Moreover, Mortalion's bastard attributes are also in line with Nurgle's appetite, which makes him always have a place in Nurgle's heart.

Mortalion was awkward. He has a bad temper and gets easily upset. After he figures it out, he sits aside and sulks. He hates others for being cunning and also hates himself for not having a long memory. He usually looks taciturn, but in fact he is constantly thinking, always accepting soft things rather than hard words, and will not admit it even if he knows he is wrong.

To put it more appropriately, when two people play games, the Emperor is the king and Mortarion is the bronze. The emperor pointed aside. Even if Mortalion knew that what he said was right, the good mood of playing games was gone. As soon as he closed his eyes before going to bed in the middle of the night, he would think of the Emperor's pointing, and then he would toss and turn until three o'clock, unable to fall asleep. Finally, the next day Wake up and see how the Emperor looks and feels displeased.

Maybe Mortarion wants to prove himself this time?

The Emperor blinked, thinking that was probably what Mortarion was thinking. But unfortunately, he guessed wrong again. Mortalion no longer wanted to prove anything to the emperor. He only thought about his legion and Barbarus. He promised to give his heirs a peaceful hometown, and he did not want to break his promise. Don't believe in other brothers' abilities.

Mortarion held his hood and bowed his head slightly to the Emperor, then left. The huge fleet group of the Human Empire was also separated into several parts. Although this first landing battle was meant to be a test and reconnaissance, the scale was not small. The Astra Militarum mobilized by Fulgrim and Lorgar numbered millions.

A wide plain was designated as the landing area, and the ship was preparing to airdrop the landing module and quick fortress directly.

"Throw these metal plates down first." The cargo ship of the Adeptus Mechanicus dragged tens of thousands of heavy unprocessed metal plates over and then threw them down. The huge metal plates were deeply embedded in the ground, protecting the middle ones like a high wall. Flat landing area.

Fulgan and Lorgar were confused by these metal plates but did not raise any objections. After all, this was Lin Fan's key request.

From Lin Fan's perspective, the battlefield was always covered with a faint blue color, but when the Necrontyr directly attacked the production of degenerates deeper into the battlefield and fought with the degenerate dynasty, the battlefield became more red. , Tzeentch is using this simple method to make the advantages and disadvantages of the battlefield more obvious.

"What are these metal plates used for? Bunkers?" The treacherous man laughed twice, scorning these rough metal plates that could be seen at a glance.

Lin Fan curled his lips and cast his gaze towards the landing area, treating these metal plates as bunkers and scene environments.

The Emperor's Children and the Word Bearers stepped out of the landing bay without suffering any blows. They wore simple armor of similar styles, with only some heraldic details distinguishing the different legions.

Isa had removed the abnormal mutations from the Emperor's Children and the Word Bearers, making them look more like normal people. However, in order to prevent the hatred and worry of the people of the Empire, the Emperor's Children and the Word Bearers claimed that they were just a human being. A Legion of Atonement forgotten by the Emperor, but similar to the Legion of Krieg.

Fulgrim held a sharp sword. He looked at the metal walls that were taller than the Titans from a distance. He always felt that there were many pairs of eyes staring at them behind those walls.

"This is a trap." Lorgar said, and Fulgrim nodded in agreement. Everyone could see this. Outside this open field, there are all complex terrains that can kill people. Just a few hundred kilometers behind Fulgrim and Lorgar, there is a huge storm that can encompass the entire pole of Terra and slowly twist.

The storm was frozen in place, telling everyone that as long as they set foot on this battlefield, there would be no retreat but to keep moving forward.

Be prepared to take losses!

Tzeentch screamed in his heart. With one command, hundreds of thousands of Death Mark assassins flashed out from space a hundred kilometers away. There is no influence of the curvature and rotation speed of the planet on this battlefield, and the calculation problems required for their shooting are also greatly reduced.

Assassinations hundreds of kilometers away will become less accurate, but the numerical advantage will obscure all problems. The Death Mark assassins all raised their guns, preparing for a devastating salvo at the landing zone.

Karakra...

The feedback that they were unable to shoot was transmitted to Tzeentch's perception. After these degraded Deathmark Assassins fell into chaos, they suffered more serious backlash than the genuine assassins. The finger that pressed the trigger was directly broken, and then the entire body was broken into pieces.

What did the subject do?

Tzeentch was shocked. He looked at Lin Fan's dice and found that he was not moving at all. He was just holding his chin with his hand in boredom.

Seeing Tzeentch staring at him, Lin Fan asked kindly, "What's wrong? Do you have any questions? You can ask..."

Just as Tzeentch was about to speak, Lin Fan's next words blocked her mouth.

"Of course, I'll tell you whether I feel like it or not."

Damn... this bastard...

Jianqi's face was distorted, and she cursed Lin Fan in her heart. She hated this strange problem that she couldn't understand and couldn't find any trace to reason.

In the end, Jianqi could only watch Fulgrim and Lorgar lead the legion to build a temporary position behind the metal wall. She could only let the Death Mark Assassin move forward again and again to see if the distance interfered with the shooting process.

Hundreds of miles, dozens of miles, a few miles...

Seeing that the Death Mark Assassin was about to stand under the metal wall, the shooting still couldn't succeed. Jianqi suddenly felt frustrated, as if the units she thought were powerful were all suppressed by the power of the subject.

Should we rely on garbage soldiers? Rely on orcs? And the more uncontrollable swarm of insects?

Jianqi's mind was rolling like boiling water. She did leave the orcs and the swarm of insects a chance to show off. After all, victory is victory, and entertainment is entertainment. If this only chance is not fun, it will be more uncomfortable than losing.

It's like I finally got a game of StarCraft on Saturday and Sunday, thinking I could get a big score by playing Zerg, but all I met that night were Terrans playing Urbanized. I played hard for an hour and my bladder exploded before I finally won. There was no pleasure in the aftertaste, only the irritation of holding my urine and rushing to the fortress group.

So I didn't need to get a big score. After this game, I didn't want to play StarCraft for a week.