"Where are people?"
Just as all the Cadians were puzzled, the red, moving haze began to appear in the fortress, and the gloomy and terrifying smell began to spread.
Under the fearful gaze of the Cadians, the moving, blurred figures gathered together in the gathering miasma, and the clawed limbs burst out with curtains, the sickly non-human fingers grasped the rusty sword, and the triangular horned head squeezed out with force.
Garland Salomon has heard stories that, under the whispers of parents and priests, could give rise to fatal visits from the Inquisition – but every Cadian is aware that the creatures in these stories are not only hated aliens, but are more heretical.
They are creatures of subspace, pure evil, cruel beasts, hatreds that should not be spoken of, powers worshipped by those who avoid the doctrine of the emperor and can be brought into the world.
Demon, this is the only suitable word for them.
"Everyone is careful, get closer to me! Don't get close to them!"
Garland Salomon shouted and asked the soldiers to retreat deep into the fortress. At this time, the sky was covered with a crimson light, emitting a strange light, allowing smooth red-skinned humanoid creatures to enter this dimension.
Their muscular and terrifying, their cruel mouths filled with rows of glittering fangs. The nostrils opened evilly, as if they had smelled death around them, and their dim eyes locked on all living people with predatory gazes.
Then the bloodletters roared and waved the jagged black sword enchanted by the power of death, ready to harvest their souls for their Lord.
"cheer up!"
A voice shouted, it was the voice of Gligrey, who could sense a trembling fear, but the confidence in this tone was enough to free the soldiers from the cold panic.
"Nothing big! The Cadians, these are just your enemies, stand up and fight them! How dare you be afraid of them surpassing the Emperor! When He asks you to stand up and knock down these filth, you are fearless!"
Suddenly, a dull horn sounded from afar.
"Um?"
The Red Pirate Leader, who had summoned the demon, also heard the sound of the horn, and he also felt the slight vibration of the ground. At this time, he had ordered everyone to launch a full-scale attack on the fortress, and the troops were basically rushing up.
"What's the matter?"
He was stunned when he saw the rising flag on the horizon.
Dankel's horse sensed the breath of battle, and it tightened the reins until Dankel held it.
“Relax…”
He comforted him, slapped the side face of the mount.
They all desire to fight, whether it is a war horse or a man.
The attacks that the planet Drad were subjected to were huge, and blood was flowing everywhere in the world. As the only Attila barbarian cavalry regiment stationed on the planet, more than 10,000 cavalry led by Monduke Shanyu became a very important fire-fighting force.
But the situation is very bad now, and the Attila people rushed to help and their troops were dispersed. Dankjok was ordered by his father Monduke to rescue the surrounded Kadians, and he received only one thousand-man team. Fortunately, he received another cavalry support from Krieg on the way, and now there are about two thousand cavalry.
But this number is not large. If he wants to win with one blow, he must seize the most critical opportunity.
The melee between Kadian and the heresy was so intense that it was impossible to tell the details of both sides, and the bodies had piled up and were trampled by their own kind.
The human corpses were slaughtered and bloody, and were covered with flesh and blood on the muddy land.
Although the heretic army seemed endless at the beginning, Dankzk carefully arranged the army, and the cavalry used the hills of ruins made of a large amount of metal garbage outside the outskirts of Aining City to hide and watch the battlefield, occupying an area on the battlefield that was angled to the heretics.
Time passed by minute by minute, and as most of the heretics joined the battle, the side facing the imperial cavalry became thin and the flanks were exposed.
"Master, we should charge now."
Dankezk's personal blood guard suggested that he couldn't wait to let the spear be stained with blood.
The son of Shanyu put down his telescope for the second time. Under his thick felt hat, his scar-covered face was shining with eagle eyes.
Every Attila will proudly leave long scars at the coming-of-age ceremony, and to create the most impressive scars, fresh wounds will be smeared with ashes.
"Wait, wait a little longer."
"If we don't act, the Kadians may be done."
“Wait a little longer.”
Dankzk said, wanting to take a look with a telescope again, but he stopped again.
He wanted to see some traces of the enemy leader, but he did not find the opponent in the enemy group. Maybe it was closer to the front line, but it should appear soon.
Suddenly, he sensed the tension in the air and the hairs on his skin standing up.
Dankzk is an invisible person. In Attila's culture, people like him are also called evil-breakers. This is a kind of glory, which comes from the Attila people's deep hatred of all evil magic. They believe that the invisible person is a blessing.
And because the Attila people do not like bathing, they have a lot of smell, which instead eases the strange atmosphere of the invisible ones.
Dankzk looked into the middle of the battlefield and finally saw the shining thing.
"So it's an evil witch, it's time to kill!"
"Master, how do we deal with him?"
Hearing the words of the Blood Guard, Dankzk's anger turned into cunning, and his beard rolled up and showed a hideous smile.
"Burn them to death."
After saying that, he thumped down the telescope in his hand, drew out the sword, and raised it high.
"Blow the trumpet, charge!"
When the Attila flag appeared on the battlefield, the Red Pirates were stunned. These knights holding hot melt cavalry and explosive cavalry, riding huge war beasts swept from one side of the battlefield like a strong wind, and caught people off guard like a storm.
And not only the Attila people, but also the Krieg Death Cavalry joined the charge.
"Steer! Steer! Block them!"
The Red Pirates officer kicked the soldiers hard, trying to make them use machine guns and bayonets to form a blockade line. However, the defense line formed in panic was as fragile as paper. The tyrant soldiers were next to each other, holding laser guns in trembling hands, and staring at the whistling cavalry with fear on their pale faces-
The next moment, the huge war beasts knocked them down and stomped them. The spear pierced their bodies like breaking a water tank. Nearly two thousand cavalrymen were like a sharp saber, instantly breaking through the Red Pirates' attack queue, penetrated from the left to the right. Whether it was a space warrior or a mortal, they were all equal under the spear, and the armor was also taken care of by cluster grenades.
The Attilas sang ancient war songs while killing, while the Kriegs were silent and killed with cruel efficiency.
They are all extremely excellent warriors, but the contrast is so clear.
Chapter completed!