Chapter 666: Big Mix, the Vigilant Star is called Little Breas (4k)

The poisonous twin stars of Breas hang in the sky, nurturing the lives of the entire galaxy with kindness and viciousness.

But if you zoom out, you'll find that the life in the entire Breas galaxy is extremely prosperous, presenting a vibrant scene as if all things are flourishing, and it is not at all like its Necron ancestors, who are suffering from toxic stellar radiation.

Ultimately, it all originated from an ancient relic called "Star Flame" in this galaxy.

It was part of a star system created by the Necron Meforet Dynasty. With the help of this device, Starflame could absorb the radiation from the two poisonous stars in the Breas system, and transmit and focus the radiation through prisms, becoming a giant celestial weapon with considerable power.

Perhaps it is because the Necrons have their own national conditions here. After 6500 million years of baptism, the Star Flame system is still running stably. After humans colonized Breas, the Star Flame system was further improved.

Under human transformation, the Star Flame System was divided, and through the huge prism, the light of the twin stars was spread to all parts of the galaxy, nourishing all life in the galaxy.

Warm sunlight fell from the sky, and the trenches that should have been muddy were surprisingly dry. Some evil orcs who had dug holes in the ground came out and used their red skin stained with mud and sand to carry out the necessary daily photosynthesis.

At the same time, the green-skinned orcs in the distance, like the evil orcs, lay on the ground basking in the sun, preparing for the upcoming melee.

By the way, both sides watched the Chicken Evil Cult and the Eldar Bean Sprouts fighting in the center of the battlefield, creating a strange harmony.

Apparently, Nasus finally agreed to cooperate with the Genestealers, and the two sides formed a temporary alliance to jointly resist the Green Tide and the Eldar raids.

Of course, the cooperation was not close at the beginning. The defense line of the cunning cult and the front line of the evil orcs kept a long distance from each other, and neither side trusted the other.

The evil cult believed that the evil orcs were heretics who did not believe in the great Four-Armed God Emperor. Some missionaries even ran into the trenches to preach to the orcs, hoping that they would be sensible and quickly throw themselves into the arms of the Four-Armed God Emperor.

The evil orcs also sneered at the weak allies at their feet. When I was fighting against the demon army on the webway, you little trash were just a pool of protein.

Four-armed God Emperor? Lord Malphite is the guardian beast personally appointed by the Emperor, and is directly under the command of the two gods. He is a legitimate red flag of the Empire. Every idiot can go to the sacred earth throne after death. He must be bored to join you in corruption.

At this stage, both sides would rather work alone than collaborate.

However, in this cruel galaxy, not shooting at each other is already an ally. In order to exterminate the evil cult that was mixed up with the evil orcs, the Eldar troops launched a fierce attack on the position with all their might, and even the green tide was attracted.

The Eldar's Screaming Banshees easily crushed the evil orc soldiers, and then they were wiped out by the warrior bugs hidden in the dark, making it completely impossible for them to break through the defense line.

As for the green-skinned orcs, perhaps it was the spirit of their second brother Gao Mao that really appeared. After discovering that attacking the front line failed, they actually imitated their cousins ​​on the opposite side and joined forces with the Eldar troops for the first time.

Looking at the Eldar troops being held back by insects in the distance, Nasus ended his rare sunbath and ordered his men to charge to meet the greenskin orcs rushing towards the center of the line.

Riding in a modified corgi with quite evil orc characteristics, Nasus led the way, wielding a giant power shovel to smash an unlucky greenskin, and then holding the reins, driving the corgi to use the giant drill installed on his head to smash an assault scorpion.

As the evil orcs joined in, the originally clearly defined battlefield immediately became extremely chaotic. There were no so-called established tactics, no so-called front-line assaults, and even no friendly forces. In the eyes of the evil orcs, all the creatures in front of them were enemies, and they could only be killed first and then as soon as possible.

As orcs, the evil orcs could do what the greenskins could do. When the two looked at each other, they could see the disgust in each other. In the deafening roar of Waaaagh, there were many heretical swear words that were quite characteristic of the big orcs.

But the strange thing is that, as the main general of both sides, when Nasus fought with the giant warboss on the opposite side, it was always a lot of noise but little action. The two pairs of eyes were glancing around at each other, and only his subordinates tried their best and fought until the last moment.

This phenomenon is not a match-fixing between two giants, but because both behemoths are on the alert for the despicable assassin hiding in the corner, and are leading both sides to the predetermined ambush point.

Compared with the greenskins, Nasus paid more attention to the elite Eldar warriors holding long swords. Compared with the Orks, who were of the same origin as his enemies, these short little bean sprouts could even destroy his own war machines.

With their full efforts, in just a few weeks, the Iron Pot Dreadnoughts of the evil orcs were decimated and lost their organization. Even he himself was almost beaten to death by an abnormally strong warlord named Ellaik Swiftblade when he was fighting with the powerful orc on the opposite side to exhaustion.

All this made Nasus and his men both angry and excited. Driven by passion, countless evil orcs began to evolve, actively asked for battle, and voluntarily flocked to the battlefield area with the largest number of Eldar.

The orc boss next to him was different. His small eyes were all focused on the swarm of insects next to him. In the eyes of the orc boss named Rengar, although the red-skinned cousin in front of him was equally powerful, his danger index was not high. The most dangerous one was the despicable assassin named Chongos.

Whenever it was excited about fighting with Nasus, the bug would suddenly jump out and launch a despicable assassination attack on it. In a duel in front of the formation, two people were fighting against one. Rengar thought this was really despicable.

Glancing at the eye-catching boulder next to him, Rengar knew that this was the ambush site his thin, pointy-eared ally had mentioned, but no matter how he guided the enemy, they would not move forward.

At the same time, Nasus also saw the conspicuous boulder and recognized it as the ambush site agreed upon by him and his allies. However, no matter how he guided the big guy on the opposite side, he just wouldn't move forward. Instead, he seemed to want him to come forward first.

Nasus slammed Rengar's power clamp aside with a shovel, opened his mouth and shouted:

"You weak little green shrimp, do you dare to go to the stone and have a good fight with me?"

"Bah! I'm not a green shrimp. I'm the most powerful and domineering orc boss. I've long wanted to have a fair fight with you."

However, after the two beasts finished speaking, neither of them took action first. Instead, they just posed there to show their bravery.

"Go ahead!"

"I have arthritis, so I walk slowly. You move first."

"I also have a herniated disc, you go first" "I don't!"

"Neither do I!"

In the chaotic battlefield, lives were being lost all the time, but the strange thing was that the two orc warriors seemed to be isolated by the battlefield. There was even a sudden empty space around them, and soldiers of all races tacitly stayed away from them.

As time passed, the two big orcs said everything they could say, as if they were both seriously ill and would die at the next second. Even the Nurglings that ran out of the Garden of Nurgling were ten or even nine times stronger than them.

Perhaps the two orcs were too nagging, so the ambushers lying on both sides of the boulder got annoyed and jumped out without caring about any plans, and started to shout:
"Waste!" ×2
Seeing that the green beast in front of him dared to ambush him, Nasus cursed the opponent for being despicable, saying that even his second brother would be ashamed of you.

Rengar was not to be outdone. After thinking for a long time with his not-so-smart brain, he blurted out, "Same to you!"

The ambush plan was completely declared bankrupt, and the four strong men began an unlimited fight. However, the frustrating thing was that no matter how hard they tried, they could not kill their opponents. Instead, the fight dragged on for longer and longer, and finally dragged on until the sun set.

It was as if a new cycle had begun. Looking at the battlefield around them with heavy casualties, the four main generals chose to call off their troops and fight again tomorrow.

After leaving behind hundreds of thousands of corpses, a day-long brutal fighting ended in this illogical way. After the sun sets the next day, the battlefield will be completely cleared out by the guys under the four forces to meet the new battlefield consumption.

Nasus was happy with this situation. He had only one goal, which was to delay time and wait for the psionic beacon to be completely built.

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Returning to his warm underground pit, after easily killing three more Eldar assassins, Nasus turned on the communicator and prepared to discuss the ambush plan for the next day with his unreliable ally.

A huge insect face emerged from the holographic image, and first spoke a series of Tyranid rhetoric as usual, then spent 13 minutes scolding Nasus all the way, and then revealed the specific plan for tomorrow.

At the same time, in the greenskin camp at the other end of the battlefield, a situation that was not exactly the same, but at least 80% similar, was happening. Elayk angrily called Rengar a coward and revealed the ambush location for the next day.

As the planet revolves, a new round of fighting is about to begin. Perhaps after experiencing bloody conflicts and a long period of adjustment, the evil cult and the evil orc troops have finally adapted to each other, and the cooperation between the Eldar troops and the greenskin beasts has become more and more skillful.

When the battlefield was covered with blood and flesh, spore towers began to appear in the sky, and ghost titans appeared on the ground, the intensity of the battlefield had evolved to the extreme. Both sides found a more effective way to fight, and even the so-called allies who were supposed to dislike each other began to truly cooperate.

When the Green Nest is blocked by an equally large army of evil orcs, and when the broken hydraulic clamps are dragged into a stalemate by the engineering shovel, the sharpshooter troops of the Chicken Cult will appear in time and send those brainless greenskins to the sky with precise firepower.

Likewise, whenever the green-skinned orcs used themselves as bait to lure out the biological artillery of the Cult of the Thieves, the Eldar troops would come out in full force, relying on their extreme speed and destructive power to kill through the lines of flesh and blood defense and destroy the enemy's artillery positions.

Time and again, the precision and brutality of both sides were blended into bottles of poison that should not have existed, causing the war to continue to escalate and dragging the entire surface of the planet into endless flames of war.

When the four armies realized this, their hostility towards each other changed from fighting to arrogant competition, and the trenches that were originally isolating began to move closer and connect.

Humans and evil orc warriors lined up to operate the artillery and stepped onto the hive defense spires together. They competed again and again on the loading speed, accuracy, even the volume of the cannon sound, and the sharpness of the single-molecule bone blades used by the warrior insects.

The greenskin masters lined up in long queues to show off to the Eldar fighters, explaining that the fighter planes they built were more aerodynamic and had defense capabilities many times stronger than your fragile boats.

Even the field of psychic witchcraft has begun to compete. Two groups of orcs using the Waaaagh energy field demonstrated their magical power of thought to each other's allies, causing countless Eldar prophets and cunning elders to be distressed.

Red or green, in short, no matter what color the special warfare guys were, they began to print the emblems of their allies on their shoulders and went through life and death together with the Genestealers and the Eldar Rangers.

The ferocious evil orc boss put on chitin armor tailor-made for the Zerg. Even the Eldar's spirit bone technicians made some spirit bone armor that seemed to be specially made for the orcs during the War in Heaven.

The orc bosses, whose equipment were becoming increasingly luxurious, rushed into the heart of the battlefield without looking back, trying to rescue the trapped friendly forces.

This strange situation attracted the attention of many parties, and completely shocked several sights that came from across the void. When many bigwigs were astonished, only a blue light flashed frequently, and bursts of evil laughter broke out in the subspace:
"Change, this is the change I want to see!"

How could he miss such a wonderful stage? Breas had it in his life. As the subspace rifts tore out, the subspace demon army of different colors descended on the battlefield.

The red-skinned demon found the evil orcs first, and they looked at each other. They saw the eyes of loyalty from both sides, and shouted "Big Brother, Golden Throne" and "Second Brother, Bronze Throne", performing a hymn of loyalty.

As for the Tzeentch birdmen, they had no choice but to join the second camp and use psychic sorcery to fight against the Khorne demons, acting as troublemakers on the battlefield and tearing apart the increasingly thin dimensional barriers.

In Breas, you can see the Zerg and the Fel Orcs in the same trench, appreciating the amazing martial arts of the Khorne demons that have been baptized by the years. You can also see the Greenskins and the Eldar covering each other and avoiding the spell barrage of the Tzeentch demons that fills the entire field of vision.

As for the rest time on the battlefield at night, you can still see various demons huddled in a corner to taste mushroom wine together, smoking cigarettes and complaining about the bosses of each company, and soldiers of various races sharing the same trench with them.

There is no way. The front-line troops are such a strange place. As long as the infantrymen in the mud pit are given an extremely brutal common enemy and enough tobacco, mushroom wine and even the ultimate emotions that can become the hard currency of the subspace, they will be willing to sacrifice their lives for temporary allies, even if they are demons.

But no one knows how long this short-lived peaceful coexistence can last. The only thing they know is to wait for dawn, rush out of the position, and kill those damn bastards on the opposite side.

And in the unknown underground, a gorgeously decorated Undead Overlord suddenly descended and awakened his long-sleeping compatriots.

"Open your eyes. I am the traveler Anlakaier."

(End of this chapter)