Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry

The scraping sound of metal plates hitting the ground came from the dark passage, making the soldiers present wonder if these demons had dismantled the ship planks and used them as shields.

It was not until a huge metal wall wrapped in flesh and blood slowly crawled towards the line of the Astra Militarum that the soldiers felt that their imagination was too limited.

The dismantled and devoured armor plates were like broken glass stuck to the large mass of flesh and blood. Between the observable gaps, the flesh and blood showed a vibrant bright red color, and thick blood vessels and completely black eyes surged and changed under the armor plates. Anyone who wanted to see clearly what was underneath would be disturbed by the chaotic and dense changes, leaving only an incomprehensible illusory shadow in their eyes.

But what was worse was that there was more than one such wall. With the noisy scraping sound and the sparks from the constant friction, one wall after another squeezed out of the shadows, followed by a large number of slow-moving but thick-skinned demons.

The second battle started again after a short ceasefire.

The firepower net composed of lasers and bullets once again rushed towards the demons, pouring the Emperor's wrath on them. But unfortunately, this time the firepower attack did not achieve the same good effect as the first battle.

The shells of the Leman Russ tanks shot straight at the huge squirming walls, and the explosion of fire and smoke instantly enveloped it. The armor plates on the front of the wall were shattered and melted, embedded in the disgusting body made of flesh and bones.

Leman Russ Annihilator, different models of tank turrets are equipped differently

But with a high-frequency tremor, the metal fragments embedded in the flesh appeared again, like a pot of boiling soup, constantly gurgling out the materials in it. Those fragments once again formed a wall of fine armor, blocking attacks from all directions.

"Keep firing! Keep firing! The 39th Tank Company. Focus fire on the damned thing in the front!"

Under the command of the tank commander at the top of his lungs, four or five Leman Russ tanks slowly adjusted their muzzles. After the automatic loaders completed their mission, the internal communication of the tank company rang with the commander's order to fire in unison.

The bright sparks and loud noises from the muzzle made the soldiers on both sides hug their helmets and open their mouths at the first moment. To prevent their fragile ears from breaking under the baptism of the close-range shock wave.

A series of brilliant flames exploded on the wall in the front in an instant. The huge impact of the shells even stopped the huge creature from crawling, making a creaking sound, just like the old wooden door in my old home that had been in disrepair for a long time and kept creaking with the wind.

The tank commander did not wait for the smoke from the explosion to dissipate, and fired another volley at the wall. The continuous and dense artillery fire made the seemingly solid wall a little shaky in the cloud of explosion. After pouring nearly 20 armor-piercing shells and 10 incendiary high-explosive shells, the tank commander ordered the tank to stop firing in the communicator.

The soldiers in the field held their breath and observed the damage to the wall. Those slow demons were hiding behind the huge wall and walking one by one. Although they were slow, they were moving towards the soldiers' front line in an unstoppable manner.

If the tank's shells could not stop these damn things, then the laser gun in his hand would be even more impossible.

A large mass of hot blood gushed out from the smoke, extinguishing the flames still burning around, and also letting the smoke mix in with the blood. Pools of bright red mixed with gray and black blood stained the solid deck made of refined gold like the roots of trees.

The blood quickly took shape at a strange speed visible to the naked eye, turning into tiny blood vessels clinging to the ground. The wall that looked like a broken glass had become charred and broken, with several holes pierced by the metal jet, looking like a large piece of trembling bloody cheese. And it was from those cheese-like wounds that a large amount of blood spurted out.

"Seeing this thing makes me lose my appetite. It's too disgusting."

Old Jock, who was operating the heavy bomb machine gun, did not hide his disgust at all.

"Is he going to absorb new armor plates?" Domian gave his opinion. After all, those dense blood vessels did not look like normal things.

Those dense blood vessels showed a powerful force that was completely different from their fragile appearance. They lifted up one piece of deck after another on the ground, leaving square metal pits that were sunken, and then reabsorbed the disassembled metal into the body, preparing to piece together new armor and move forward again.

But the officers of the Astra Militarum were not fools. They would just stand there and watch the flesh walls absorb the metal plates wantonly. The temporary ceasefire was only to observe the killing effect, so as to achieve better results with less firepower. After all, there were so many demons and walls emerging, and their tank shells were so few.

When the flesh walls just used blood vessels to dismantle the metal, the officers in charge of heavy weapons on each front ordered their soldiers to turn their guns and fire intensive volleys at the flesh walls that had no protection.

The rain of bullets hit the body of the Wall of Flesh, and more blood burst out from the bullet holes. Under the attack of firepower, the wall of flesh and blood, which had been severely injured, collapsed to the ground. The behemoth that could have blocked all the demonic armies behind him was spread out on the ground like a pile of boneless fat.

The officers who were paying close attention to the impact of the strike on the front line of the battlefield ordered the tanks to pour shells on the still crawling walls one by one, crippling them all, forcing them to stop and absorb the metal, and then the loyalty of the empire The guards gave him the final blow.

The passage in front of the C0 gate is already a scene like a slaughterhouse. The scene made of minced meat and blood clots, broken bones and molten metal is enough to scare any mortal with a weak mind to death. The demons waded through the bloody water and walked towards them step by step. The roars on their lips became louder and the vision on the scope became clearer. In the attack by tanks and heavy firepower teams regardless of the loss of ammunition, they finally succeeded in killing those huge walls of flesh outside the position. However, facing more demonic armies lurking behind them, they became more determined. Powerless.

The barrel of a laser gun that has been fired at high power for a long time turns red, and the air heated by the hot barrel makes accurate shooting a luxury. But the overwhelming torrent of demons does not require too much aiming. Even a casual shot close to the waist can make many demons lose arms and legs.

The automatic turrets stalled one by one due to damage and missing ammunition, and the heavy weapons teams also exhausted all their magazines and began to take out their self-defense weapons and join the shooting team. The thunder of tanks has not appeared on the battlefield for a long time.

More and more soldiers raised their bayonets in despair, chanting the emperor's holy words in their hearts.