Stars for the good Warhammer

On the battlefield where wails and bombs continued to roar, Major Lawrence was leaning behind the bunker while directing the soldiers of the 13th Regiment to continue shooting towards the cult camp that was engulfed in flames.

Although the veteran team under his command killed many cultists who fled blindly and achieved considerable results, all the major could think about at the moment was to deal with the old man who pushed him off the cliff. And a truckload of not-so-clean native dialect.

As time went by, with the dual advantages of the Ashes Alliance in numbers and technology, even these members of the Black Legion who were blessed by Chaos were not able to sustain it for too long. By the time the last Chaos Astartes was killed by the Wandering Soul, The claws of the molecules pierced the throat, and the conflict, which lasted for less than an hour, ended with the defeat of the Black Legion.

Seeing that the surroundings had returned to calm again, and looking at the two silver-gray carrier-based aircraft hovering above the valley, Major Lawrence, who was in a very complicated mood, finally breathed a long sigh of relief, and leaned weakly against the smooth rock wall. Sat down.

Although the bruises all over his body made the major look a little embarrassed.

But in any case, he survived with all his beard and tail, and Lawrence was too lazy to think about other things at this time.

I don’t know how much time passed, but while the major was still enjoying this rare moment of tranquility, I saw two soldiers from the 13th Regiment running over with excited expressions, and then looked at them sitting on the ground with admiring eyes. Lawrence.

"Boss! It turns out you were going to attack this group of traitors. We thought you meant diversion. We misunderstood you!"

Hearing this, Lawrence felt dumbfounded for a moment. He had just rolled down the hill. How could someone launch a charge in this position?

Forget it, just don’t mention it.

Just as the major took out the squashed cigarette case from his pocket and was about to light a fire to calm himself down, a dazzling silvery white light suddenly caught the attention of the group of people as he brought the cigarette butt to his mouth.

The light came from the corner of the valley, and at this moment, Alliance soldiers wearing exoskeleton armor had gathered in front of the well-preserved building under the leadership of the team leader just now.

That was the ancient ruins that the wizards of the Black Legion planned to awaken with the help of Chaos witchcraft. Now as the Alliance soldiers approached, the strange building in front of them suddenly reacted and immediately opened the door full of strange symbols. Wen's rock gate seems to be welcoming the arrival of the Ashes Alliance.

At this moment, a guard from the Thirteenth Regiment asked curiously.

"Boss, do we want to follow him and have a look?"

Lawrence answered this question somewhat dismissively.

"Have you forgotten what I taught you? Some secrets are better not to be known easily. The more you know in this ghost place, the faster you will die. Being so curious is not a good thing."

Having said that, while the opponent's attention was attracted by those Union soldiers, the major reached into the opponent's pocket and took out a finely crafted lighter, and then lit the trophy cigarette for himself.

At this moment, another veteran on the side complained helplessly.

"Speaking of which, the gadgets in those guys' hands look really good. They can actually make those black cans scream. They look much better than the eighteen-hand fire sticks issued to us by the Ministry of Military Affairs."

As he spoke, the soldier tapped his fingers on the laser rifle that was stuck on the ground like a crutch. Fortunately, the technical priest in the company was not present, otherwise such behavior would have inevitably resulted in a lot of nagging.

"It would be great if they would support us a little bit."

"You kid are just daydreaming. What do you think those guys have on them is not more valuable than your little life?"

Listening to the quarrels of the people around him, after leaning against the stone wall and exhaling a long breath of smoke, Lawrence suddenly said this to the group of people in front of him.

"What kind of place do you think the Alliance is?"

Regarding this question, several people at the scene did not respond immediately.

"I heard Gerald and Big Man have been hiding out in Haven ever since they did what they did."

Just when the major was still hesitating about how to express some of his thoughts to the people in front of him.

Suddenly, as if there was an earthquake, a tremor came from under his feet, which interrupted Lawrence's thoughts.

Before a few people could figure out the situation in front of them, everything was completely silent for a moment, as if they were in a vacuum that blocked out all sounds. The next moment, the surrounding space suddenly began to become hazy, as if the entire area was soaked. In some kind of viscous liquid.

The sudden anomaly made Lawrence jump up from the ground. The moment he raised his head, an even more shocking scene happened. He saw that the two hovering silver-gray fighter planes in the sky had completely stopped moving at this moment and were completely blocked. Completely fixed over the valley.

Time has stood still?

There was no time to be surprised. Just when Lawrence was trying to reach out to touch his comrades on the side, it was as if he pressed the reverse button, and then everything around him began to reappear in front of the major in a backwards manner.

The knocked down body stood up again, and the fired bullet flew back into the barrel of the gun. The valley was replaying all the scenes that had happened in it at an extremely fast speed, and time was flowing backward uncontrollably.

Under Lawrence's gaze, the mountains on both sides were fading away quickly, and the originally barren plain was quickly growing green. The land beneath his feet seemed to be rapidly returning to what it was thousands of years ago, as if this area itself had been transformed. He was taken out alone from the original time and space.

If nothing else, all of this might have something to do with that strange building, but when Lawrence once again set his sights in the direction of that building, the scene in front of him suddenly froze him on the spot.

As the half-burned cigarette fell from his mouth to the ground, the originally rocky valley turned into a clean and tidy square, and in the center of the square there was a tower with a crystal dome and an energy barrier. Strange architecture.

An ancient temple hidden in the layers of time.

Hundreds of believer-like characters are kneeling and worshiping around that magnificent building. Judging from the appearance, these believers are all young human women, at least they should have been so.

Their bodies seemed to be burned by flames, like fragile gray-white statues.

As a breeze blew by, it turned into ashes all over the sky.