Chapter 399: The King of Figures Arrested

"Hahaha, cool! Corax, move a little. Can't you see there's no one around?"

Angron, who was driving the Victory Raven, laughed wildly. It was really exciting to be able to drive his good brother and act as a heroic bombardier. It was 10000 times more enjoyable than mindlessly hacking on the ground.

Not to mention that before leaving, Hogg gave him a latitude pocket filled with miniature nuclear bombs. As long as his hand speed is fast enough, the firepower is completely unlimited.

With the help of the extension and retraction of the steel cable, Angron can also control the Big Brother under the fighter to rotate back and forth, repeatedly rushing to kill the Necrons like a giant chainsaw.

"boom,"

The Undead troops who were hit by the nuclear bomb suffered terribly. Even though the living metal was hard enough, it could not withstand the impact of the nuclear flames and could only scatter and hide.

Faced with this kind of thin-skinned and big-bodied fighter, the Undead with powerful anti-aircraft artillery are not afraid at all. But what is despairing is that Hogg, acting as a chainsaw, perfectly restrains them. Whenever the artillery fires at the sky, scarlet electric light will burst out from these weapons. If you are lucky, you will miss it, and if you are unlucky, the weapon will explode on the spot.

Since the anti-aircraft fire was useless, Leinster thought about sending out fighter jets to try, but the problem was that some Undead fighter jets could not catch up with it, and in the end they were either blown up in mid-air by the black coal balls thrown by Curze, or shot down by other human fighter jets.

Similar to the battlefield on the ground, the space naval battle in orbit is not optimistic either. Although the Necrons are powerfully armed, they cannot withstand the large number of Imperial ships. It is already quite impressive that they have not been defeated for such a long time after being surrounded and beaten by three legions.

But even so, Leinster did not admit defeat. After all, these so-called imperialists would run out of manpower sooner or later, but they could be resurrected infinitely through the regeneration agreement.

However, Leinster, who had been sleeping for a long time, did not know that this was no longer the period of the War in Heaven when many strong men gathered. In this Feng Shui treasure land of the Milky Way, no race could be said to be able to compete with humans in terms of numbers, not even the Tyranids.

Just like what was said before the expedition, no matter how many people died, Vigilance must be recaptured, and this was just the vanguard of a Blackwatch legion, with most of the World Eaters and Raven Guard forces still in other worlds fighting the aliens.

Without the need for support from other legions, the swarm of blacklight insects led by Gloria has already gained an advantage on the battlefield simply by accumulating time. Victory is only a matter of time.

Every time he chopped down a wave of Necrons, Hogg would use the power of the Star God to gather the corpses and melt all the bone frames into living metal ingots for subsequent troops to recycle.

Hogg, who was familiar with the Necron warfare system, knew that as long as the Hell Beetles were not allowed to recycle the living metal, these ribs would be exhausted sooner or later. Not to mention that after multiple regeneration protocols, the elite individuals among the Necrons would only become weaker and weaker, and completely become mindless puppets.

Unlike other jokes, this message included in "The Black Light Sacred Records - Alien Chapter" was really said by Hogg.

Since the Black Light Sect is one of the true state religions, the "Black Light Sacred Records" has become an important bedtime reading for the children of the empire. Therefore, under this kind of education and entertainment, almost every human soldier knows how to deal with aliens.

Unlike the Emperor, the ultimate riddle man, Hogg would naturally not hide anything. After all, if humans suddenly encounter aliens, they will know their weaknesses and at least the casualties will not be that great.

In order to teach the people of the Empire these little tricks to fight against aliens, Hogg took great pains. Not only did he write books, he also added a lot of alien elements to game entertainment, and even launched an offline competition where everyone wanted to be a little alien and protect the emperor.

As his thoughts gradually became distracted, Hogg, who had been hanging on the fighter plane for half a month, felt a headache and dizziness. He felt that his neck was no longer his own, and now he felt dizzy when he looked at everything.

Corax, who was acting as a mount, was not feeling well either. After all, he was not a mechanical creature. Although he had no worries about food and drink, his wings were sore from flying in the sky all day long, and he had to be ordered around by Angron. Seeing that the two of them were slacking off, the smart Ogryn, who had enjoyed flying the Hogger, was not happy about it. He patted the fuselage of the Victory Raven and urged:

"Good brothers, our three-man team is invincible and we are about to win. You two must not lose face! Especially you, Corax."

"Brother has been flying for half a month. You are not tired of flying twice in the sky. Unlike me, I have to drop nuclear bombs every day and control the length of the cables at the same time. Hurry up and set up."

Hearing this, Hogg felt as if he had seen it before. After thinking for a while, he realized that this was what he had said when he had tricked others into working for free. It turns out that you, Angron, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, have also learned bad things.

Perhaps he really couldn't bear it anymore. Seeing that only one tenth of the Undead troops below were left, Hogg directly landed the Victory Raven.

Corax, who was finally freed, released his form on the spot and floated down with Hogg. No one cared about Angron anymore, after all, he had thick skin and could not be killed by the fall.

"bang"

With the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, Hogg and the other man landed successfully, right on the body of the smart-headed Ogrin who had crashed into the ground.

Seeing the two, no, three primarchs return, a group of canned people swarmed over, helping their father up, some handed cigarettes, some brought water. After all, if it weren't for the three of them, these half a month would not have been so comfortable.

After a short rest, Hogg regrouped and planned to lead the army to attack directly. It was time to end the battle of Alert Star.

After a long period of consumption, Leinster, who was imprisoned in the dimensional space by Hogg, was already exhausted. His abundant reserves of living metal were completely used up, and he was killed several times, completely losing his previous ambitions.

Looking at 47 who was still hiding in the corner and doubting his life, Leinster finally experienced the feeling of having his defense broken. He always felt that his every step was seen through by the opponent, and no matter what means he used, they could be cracked by the opponent, just like being unilaterally transparent.

But salted fish always attract each other. Just when Leinster was completely in a mess, a round figure walked out from the corner and came in front of him:
"My friend, now you understand why I have no hope for you? Ever since the Silent King threw us into that damned bio-conversion device, the last hope has been destroyed.

However, the great Trazyn always has a solution, and now it is not too late to tell you the real plan."

"Oh, that's interesting. I'd like to hear what your plans are."

The King of Figures, who had been lurking in the empire for thousands of years, felt unlucky when he noticed the ugly Death Mark Shooter in the corner with red eyes. How could he have forgotten about this guy? But before he could run away, a tentacle broke through the tomb door and directly pulled it up.

Looking at Hogg baring his fierce teeth in front of him, Trazyn wanted to make one last effort, and hurriedly put on a flattering expression and pleaded:

"Gu--can we reconcile?"

"You must be kidding."

(End of this chapter)