Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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Outer defense line of the capital of the Achaemenid Empire.

The offensive of the Pan-Pacific Empire was surprisingly fast. Although the Achaemenids did not despise the Pan-Pacific Empire because of its retreat on the eastern battlefield, the Achaemenids' military strength was not high. Now that a large amount of resources have been poured into the defense line around the capital, but the defense line has collapsed, their weakness is inevitable.

The soldiers resisted the enemies who climbed up the ten thousand year high wall under the bombardment and repaired the gaps blown out by the Black Khitan enhanced warriors.

When a gap cannot be filled, a soldier of the Achaemenid Army will carry a large amount of explosives.

These soldiers who do not carry any weapons and do not wear any armor will gather together, kneel on one knee on the ground, and stare at the gap that the psychic master points to that cannot be recaptured.

When the psychic master thinks the best time has come, he will nod to these soldiers.

The personal guard got up from the ground and followed him. Another explosion made him fall to the ground subconsciously. In the vision shaken by the explosion, the figure of Emperor Dur was blurred in the smoke and dust.

A psychic barrier rose in front of the firing point, and the beams released by the giant cannons of the Pan-Pacific Empire hit the barrier, and then dissipated in front of the instantly frozen firing point.

In the area of ​​the high wall defense line that was bombarded, the Achaemenids who suffered the most intense bombardment and attack were the most excited, because they knew that their emperor was on the wall.

Dur reached out to take the document, and said while reading it.

The soldier held the emperor's hand and stood up, then rushed to the small firing platform near the firing point.

"Ancestors bless me."

Dur continued to pace forward calmly.

Dur's eyes were retracted from 20 kilometers away, and a light spot appeared in his field of vision in an instant.

Civilians were gathering on the street.

"Your Majesty!"

After praying, he stood up and rushed to the gap in the high wall.

The warriors of the Pan-Pacific Empire will encounter an impact when they kill all the Achaemenids near the gap and rest to prepare for the next attack. A large number of Achaemenids' jade-burning attack will blow up the gap and bury themselves and the enemy's splashing flesh and blood with rubble.

An extremely gorgeous emperor's robe full of the traditional style of the Achaemenid Empire. He hates this robe because it is very heavy and inconvenient to walk, but today he wore this robe to the high wall of the capital city that was attacked, so that others can see him at a glance and see the figure of the supreme ruler of the empire under enemy fire.

Dur came alone to the city defense firepower point on the high wall.

The city defense firepower point was intercepting missiles in the sky.

The shells fell beside the leader of the Achaemenid Empire, but he ignored them.

The clerk certainly believed Dur's words, but he was still lying on the ground despite his fear.

"And your fate is not, which is why I chose you as a messenger. Don't be afraid."

The emperor stretched out his hand.

His guards, composed of combat psychics, have been sent to the area that is about to be captured.

The light spot is getting closer and bigger.

Emperor Durr of the Empire walks on the high wall.

The guards can no longer keep up with the emperor.

In that life-or-death moment, the light hurts everyone's eyes, but Durr, wearing a dirty and torn robe, stands in the light.

Then, the soldiers closed their eyes and prayed for a second.

The rubble and soil stirred up by the explosion fell like raindrops on the emperor's heavy robe.

Some people are organizing the excavation and rescue of the ruins of the bombed areas in the city.

The emperor's personal guard immediately lay on the ground.

He walked through the most intense fighting and strolled in the rain of bullets.

Under the protection of the transformed warriors, the artillery was steadily deployed twenty kilometers away and then opened fire.

There are many people who question the meaning of the emperor's existence.

After walking to the north of the city, a clerk crawled on the ground to the high wall, crawled to Dur's feet, and then picked up the document with the latest progress of the military meeting and presented it to Dur.

"For Durkanayin!"

Dur pulled the clerk up from the ground, then walked to the edge of the inner side of the high wall, overlooking the interior of the capital hundreds of meters below.

Dur calmly lowered his eyes.

"We must..."

"We must go to the fortress!"

Dur still walked with his hands behind his back, spit out the stones in his mouth, and then continued to pace forward.

Even the teachers in the school and the old scholars in the academy took off their robes, put on the uniforms of the Achaemenid Army, tied a golden ribbon to mark themselves as untrained combatants, ready to participate in this war.

He wore the most eye-catching clothes.

But Dur was unmoved, pacing calmly, as if strolling in the garden of the palace.

After looking for a while, Dur put the document back in the clerk's hand: "Tell the army of the double-headed eagle that if they are unwilling to lend a hand, they can leave now while the capital is not surrounded."

"Your Majesty, we must retreat to the fortress on the high wall, now!"

He passed by the gap with a pile of Pan-Pacific corpses.

"My fate does not end here."

In this fierce war, he was like an outsider, strolling calmly and naturally on the battlefield, going to the most dangerous places, like a tourist.

A shell fell.

The guards shouted loudly.

The soldiers looked at the emperor with guilt.

Duer's personal bodyguard no longer cared about etiquette and roared at his emperor in a roaring tone. Only in this way could his voice reach the emperor's ears amidst the explosion of the shell when it hit the ground.

He looked at the soldier who had just subconsciously fallen to the ground out of fear.

Duer seemed not to hear and continued to walk forward calmly.

Duer moved his fingers.

Some people are queuing up to receive weapons in preparation for participating in defensive operations.

A gust of wind blew away the smoke and dust, and Duer's figure appeared in the guard's field of vision again, but it was covered with a lot of dust.

The soldiers in the turret shouted, and they put their hands back on the extremely cold operating table. They gritted their teeth and continued to unleash firepower on the enemy, completely ignoring the fact that their skin and metal were sticking together in the cold.

"Civilians..." As soon as the clerk said these two words, he was frightened by the flying gravel and shut up for two seconds. Then he continued, "Civilians are gathering, and they want to join the war..."

In the distant ruins of the residential area outside the capital, Black Khitan warriors wearing thick black armor were guarding a huge cannon and approaching the high wall of the capital.

When Dur, the Achaemenid Emperor, appeared in people's sight, wearing a dirty ceremonial robe, people raised the emperor's coat of arms and cheered.

Duer turned around and looked at the clerk: "If those people with the double-headed eagle have not reached an agreement with the delegation and want to evacuate, please ask them to take the children with them."