When all the firewood in the furnace of war is in place, more blazing flames and hotter blood will flow unstoppably on this land.
The big demons have woken up from the divine punishment in orbit, and they have clearly sensed the weak power of the Redeemer of Souls behind the illusion of a fierce appearance.
No fleet aid, no Titan Legions, not even the Astartes.
Just these weak mortals want to stop the children of the gods? How arrogant is this!
The Great Daemon of Khorne waved his great sword, urging the equally crimson Bloodletting Demon to rush towards the mortal line.
The originally loose Chaos Space Marines in the battle line had quietly gathered, and behind him, a large group of elite Bloodletter cavalry riding brass steel bulls were also on standby.
The Great Daemon of Tzeentch didn't care about the previously consumed fire demon. He screamed and turned around, summoning more manta-like screamers as an air force above Khorne's army to coordinate with Khorne's actions. p>
The Great Demon of Slaanesh finally woke up from his dream. His twisted body was extremely empty after losing hormone stimulation. He was in urgent need of a killing and sacrifice to regain the favor of the God Lord. The Bliss Messengers and Skeleton Demons of the brigade were among a few.
Under the leadership of the noise warriors, they began to move towards the front of the front.
Nurgle's beloved still walked forward unhurriedly.
Under his seemingly clumsy and bloated steps, the hidden halo of plague is constantly stimulating more Nurglings to emerge from the germ carpet behind him, dancing a dance of unknown meaning around it with cheerful and funny steps.<
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Well, you can ignore the latter two.
After all, Slaanesh in the former is better at infiltrating and contaminating silently, and is also famous for being unable to fight in Chaos; although the latter is extremely destructive, it is also known as a Buddhist. Before the big devil himself reaches the front line,
, the threat of Nurgle is not a concern for the time being.
But even just Khorne and Tzeentch are enough to destroy these mortals.
There were so many of them that the plains more than ten kilometers wide on the frontal battlefield were all covered in red, and an overwhelming tide of demons surged toward the battle line.
Thousands of Khorne war dogs stood out from the demons by virtue of their speed. The temptation of flesh and blood left them with only the instinct to kill, and they became the first wave of demons to attack.
Blood-like tide, tide-like blood color. If your will is not strong enough, then this horrific scene like hell will be enough to defeat your reason.
But the soldiers of the Mortal Legion were not shocked by this terrible scene. They stood silently in their trenches. Only their breathing could be heard in the quiet position. The hell laser guns and hot-wire volley guns held tightly in their hands gave
This gave them enough confidence, and the comrades around them gave them enough courage.
In a sense, they are lucky, because some people do not even have such treatment.
When the last Tzeentch fire monster on the forward position was cleared away, the Khorne war dogs in the distance had already reached the feet of the first forward force to descend.
The most elite veterans of these legions had no time to retreat. Knowing that their death was coming, they only had time to look back in the direction of their comrades, and were instantly submerged in the red wave of the war dogs of Khorne.
Roar! The first war dogs to arrive ignored the veterans' shooting and overwhelmed them. With the low sound of bites and the splatter of blood, the voices of resistance among the dogs gradually faded away.
The following war dogs also gave up the pace of charging and joined the ranks of the first comers to bite. The low sound of biting and the guttural sounds of competing for food became the loudest sounds in that position. The angry eyes of the soldiers at the rear
, only the occasional light of melta bombs can prove the existence of these warriors.
"Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"
The bloodletting demon army with bared teeth and claws and the screamers in the sky followed closely. They passed over the group of beasts lost in flesh and blood with disdain and continued to charge towards the rear position.
The unique red lasers of the hell guns and hotline platoon guns began to fire out from the positions, and the anti-personnel mines deployed in the front began to be detonated, and in conjunction with the rhythmic bursts of firepower from the infantry, these vanguard troops were killed one by one.
Before the Screamers had time to dive from the sky, the Hydra anti-aircraft guns behind the position had already started roaring.
The 55mm heavy warhead is fired at a terrifying muzzle velocity. The overly powerful armor-piercing ability is a complete waste on this small and medium-sized devil. Most of the screamers are torn apart without even being able to trigger the warhead's explosive fuse.
The fish that slipped through the net were also concentrated and killed after causing small losses to the frontline soldiers.
Hydra's ammunition reserves are declining rapidly, but this is already the best anti-aircraft weapon for the mortal legions at the moment, and they have no choice.
The position seems to be stable, but in fact it is extremely dangerous. Otherwise, there are really too many bloodletting demons.
Demons are being killed every moment, and more demons are blown away by mines every moment. Under their impact regardless of casualties, the minefield ahead has become thinner and thinner, 3 kilometers...2 kilometers...1
On a high ground behind the demonic tide, surrounded by heavy guards of the Brass Knights and the Blood Lord (the elite version of the Bloodletter), the Lord of Khorne stands here.
He didn't care at all about the casualties in front of him. In this chaotic coalition with the demons under him as the main force, he was obviously the leader of the army who kept his word.
He patrolled the line of the mortal legions with narrowed vicious eyes. Once a breach appeared, his ready-to-move Brass Cavalry would insert itself and cause a bloody massacre.
The gathered Chaos Space Marines also came to stand near him at this time. The tallest among them walked up to him and knelt down on one knee wearing a metal horn helmet that was as bright red as the power armor on his body.
The champion of Khorne hid his red gaze behind his helmet. Also hidden was his desire for the great sword in the hands of the great demon.
"Lord, would you like me and my brother to go up and charge?"
"Don't worry, Talos, you have to be patient. When those mortals make mistakes, you will naturally have the opportunity to taste the blood. You need to understand that Father God gives us courage, but you need more patience."
"Your will!" Talos's deep and suppressed voice came out from the helmet.
"It's the will of God the Father!" Da Mo interrupted his words. He looked at the tall warrior in front of him with disdain. His height of 2.8 meters was as small as a child in front of him.
"Father God gave birth to us, and you are a humble servant of Father God! Suppress your desires, only the head of desire is not worthy of being placed in front of Father God!"
"Follow...order..."
This was obviously not the first time Talos had received such an insult. He gritted his teeth to suppress his anger and expressed his surrender to the other party as much as possible.
After getting the permission of the big devil, he turned around and threw away the blasphemous cloak with the octagonal blade tattooed on his back, and returned to the ranks of his brothers.
The devil looked at his leaving figure and chuckled, how could he not know the intention of this guy with a bone on the back of his head?
From the first day Talos swore allegiance to him, he noticed his blazing eyes looking at the bloody sword in his hand that symbolized the Chaos Lord.
It’s good to be ambitious! Without ambition, how can you be a good dog?
It is just one of the thousands of incarnations of God the Father, serving God the Father’s vision, and its ideal is to become one with God the Father again in the distant future!
How could it care about these mere mortal rights! How great the mind of these native demons is, how can these prisoners who have been promoted from mortals to demons and only pursue rights understand it!
Here you go! If you want it, you dare to ask for it! As long as you dare to take it! As long as you add more blood and glory to the cause of Father God! Then these are all yours! It roared loudly in its heart, as scarlet as blood.
The aura lit up from its side, and Lord Khorne's pressure made the surrounding demons surrender in fear.
The battlefield ahead has entered a fever pitch, and at the cost of the lives of tens of thousands of demons, the minefield was finally exhausted.
More demons that followed were no longer able to be stopped by the firepower of the infantry. Those positions that were so weak for mortals were finally within reach in the eyes of the endless army of bloodletting demons!