While all the Cadian people were confused, a red, moving haze began to appear in the fortress, and an eerie smell began to permeate the fortress.
Under the horrified gaze of the Cadian, moving, indistinct figures coalesced in the gathering miasma, clawed limbs bursting out from tearing the curtain, sickly inhuman fingers clutching rusty swords, triangular ribbons
The horned head was forced out.
Garlan Salomon had heard stories, whispered by parents and priests, that could have led to a fatal visit from the Inquisition - but every Cadian knew that these stories
The creatures in it are not only hated aliens, but also something even more heretical.
They are creatures of the Warp, pure evil, brutal beasts, an abomination that should not be spoken of, a power worshiped by those who shy away from the Emperor's teachings, and brought into the world.
Demons, this is the only suitable word for them.
"Everyone, be careful, come closer to me! Don't approach them!"
Garland Salomon yelled for the soldiers to retreat deeper into the fortress. At this time, the sky was covered with crimson light, emitting a strange light, allowing smooth red-skinned humanoids to enter this dimension.
They are muscular and frightening, and their cruel mouths are filled with rows of gleaming fangs. Their nostrils are spread evilly, as if they have smelled the death around them, and their dim yellow eyes are focused on all living people with a predatory gaze.
On the body.
Then, the Bloodletters roared loudly and brandished their jagged black swords enchanted with the power of death, preparing to harvest souls for their Lord.
"cheer up!"
A voice shouted, that was the voice of Political Commissar Grigori. Garland Salomon could detect a hint of trembling fear in it, but the tone of voice was confident enough to free the soldiers from the cold panic.
"No big deal! Cadian, these are just your enemies, stand up and fight them! How dare you fear them more than the Emperor! When He asks you to stand up and knock these filth down, you have nothing to fear!
"
Suddenly, a dull horn sounded in the distance.
"Um?"
The red pirate leader, who seemed a little weak after summoning the demon, also heard the horn sound, and he also felt a slight vibration on the ground. At this time, he had ordered everyone to launch a full-scale attack on the fortress, and basically all the troops rushed up.
"What the hell?"
When he saw the flag rising on the horizon, he froze.
Dankzik's horse sensed the breath of battle and tightened its reins until Dankzik reined it in.
"Relax..."
He said soothingly, patting the side of his mount's face.
They all crave battle, whether it's horses or men.
The scale of the attack on Drade was huge, and blood was flowing everywhere in the world. As the only Attila barbarian cavalry regiment stationed on the planet, the more than ten thousand cavalry led by Monduk Chanyu became a very important fire-fighting force.
But now the situation is very bad. The Attila people are rushing to help and their troops are scattered. Dankizik was ordered by his father Munduk to rescue the surrounded Qadians, and the force he received was only a thousand-man team.
Fortunately, he was supported by a group of cavalry from Krieg on the way, and now there were about two thousand cavalry.
But this number is not much. If he wants to win with one blow, he must seize the most critical opportunity.
The melee between Cadian and the heretics was so fierce that it was impossible to distinguish the details of both sides, and the bodies were piled up, trampled underfoot by their own kind.
Human corpses, slaughtered and bleeding, were covered with flesh and blood on the muddy ground.
Although the army of heretics seemed endless at first, Dankizik carefully arranged the army. The cavalry used the ruins of hills composed of a large amount of metal garbage on the outskirts of Aining City to hide and maneuver to the battlefield, occupying the battlefield with the heretics. An area with an oblique angle.
Time passed by, and as most of the Heretic troops joined the battle, the side facing the Imperial cavalry became thinner and the flanks were exposed.
"Master, we should charge now."
Dankizik's personal bloodguard suggested that he couldn't wait to get his spear stained with blood.
The Shanyu's son put down the telescope for the second time. Under the thick felt hat, his thin face covered with scars, a pair of eagle eyes shined brightly.
Each Attila proudly bears a long scar as part of their coming-of-age ceremony, and to create the most impressive scar, ashes are smeared over the fresh wound.
"Wait, wait."
"If we don't take action, the Cadian people may be doomed."
"hold on."
Dankzik said, wanting to take another look with the telescope, but paused.
He hoped to see some trace of the enemy leader, but he did not find him in the enemy group. Maybe he was closer to the front line, but he should appear soon.
Suddenly, he noticed the tension in the air and the hairs on his skin stood up.
Dankizik is an untouchable person. In Attila's culture, people like him are also called evil-breakers. This is an honor that comes from the Attila people's deep hatred of all evil magic. They Consider the untouchable a blessing.
And because the Attila people don't like the custom of bathing, they all have a strong smell, which actually alleviates the weird atmosphere of the untouchables.
Dankzik looked towards the middle of the battlefield and finally saw the shining thing.
"It turns out he is an evil witch and deserves to be killed!"
"Master, how should we deal with him?"
Upon hearing Blood Guard's words, Dankzik's anger turned into cunning. His mustache curled up, revealing a ferocious smile.
"Burn them."
After saying that, he put down the telescope in his hand with a bang, pulled out his long sword, and raised it high.
"Blow the horn and charge!"
When the Attila people's flag appeared on the battlefield, the red pirates were stunned. These knights armed with melt lances and explosive lances and riding huge war beasts swept from one side of the battlefield like a strong wind. It's like a storm that catches people off guard.
And not only the Attila people, but also the Krieg Death Cavalry also joined the charge.
"Turn! Turn! Block them!"
The officers of the Red Pirates kicked and beat the soldiers hard, trying to get them to form a blockade with machine guns and bayonets. However, the defense line formed in the panic was as fragile as paper. The tyrant soldiers were close to each other, holding laser guns in trembling hands. With a pale face, he stared at the roaring cavalry with fear——
The next moment, the huge war beast knocked them down and trampled them to pieces. The spears pierced their bodies like breaking a water tank. The nearly two thousand cavalry were like sharp sabers, instantly piercing through the Red Pirates' attacking queue. The left side penetrates all the way to the right side. Whether it is a Space Marine or a mortal, they are all equal under the spear, and those armors are also taken care of by cluster grenades.
The Attilans sang ancient war songs while killing, while the Kriegs were silent and killed with brutal efficiency.
They are both extremely good warriors, but the contrast is so stark.
After a round of charge, the spears of all the cavalry were dripping with blood, and dirt slid off the spears like running water, making the spear tips as smooth as if they had just been forged, but the bloody day was far from over.