Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

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 heavenly 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.

Are these weak mortals trying to stop the children of the gods? How arrogant this is!

The Great Daemon of Khorne brandished his great sword, urging the equally crimson Bloodletters to rush towards the mortal lines.

The originally loose Chaos Space Marines in the line had quietly gathered, and behind him, a large group of elite Bloodletter cavalry riding brass steel bulls were also ready.

The Great Demon of Tzeentch didn't care about the previously consumed fire demon. He screamed and turned his hand to summon more manta-like screamers as an air force above the head of Khorne's army to cooperate with Khorne's actions.

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 the few. Under the leadership of the Noise Warriors, they began to move toward the front of the front.

Nurgle's beloved still walked forward slowly and 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.

Well, the latter two can be ignored.

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 of little 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 warhounds 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.

Like the tide of blood, the color of blood like the tide. 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, and in the quiet position only each other's breathing could be heard. The hell laser guns and hotline volley guns held tightly in their hands 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 Khorne war dogs.

Roar! The first war dogs to arrive ignored the veterans' shots and overwhelmed them. With the low sounds 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 charge and joined the ranks of the first comers to bite. The low sounds of biting and guttural sounds of competing for food became the loudest sounds in that area. In the angry eyes of the soldiers at the rear, only the occasional light from the melta bombs could prove the existence of these soldiers.

"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 disdainfully passed over the group of beasts lost in flesh and blood and continued to charge towards the rear position.

The unique red lasers of the hell guns and hot-wire platoon guns began to fire out from the positions, and the anti-personnel mines deployed in the front began to be detonated. In conjunction with the rhythmic firepower of 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 demon. 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 in danger. Otherwise, there are really too many bloodletting demons.

Demons were being killed every moment, and more demons were being 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 kilometer, 800 meters...600 meters...300 meters...

On a high ground behind the tide of demons, surrounded by heavy guards of the Brazen Knights and the Blood Lords (the elite version of the Bloodletters), the Lord Daemon 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, it is obvious that he is the leader of the army who sticks to his word.

He patrolled the line of the mortal legions with narrowed vicious eyes. Once a breakthrough appeared, his brass cavalry, who were ready to move, would insert themselves 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, and also hid his desire for the great sword in the hands of the Archdemon.

"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 blood. You need to understand that Father God gives us courage, but you need patience even more."

"Your will!" Talos's deep and suppressed voice came from the helmet.

"It's the will of God the Father!" Da Mo interrupted him. 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 tried his best to surrender to the other party.

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 Demon 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 fiery gaze looking at the bloody sword in his hand that symbolized the Chaos Lord.

It’s good to be ambitious! How can you be a good dog without ambition?

It is just one of the thousands of incarnations of God the Father, serving God the Father’s vision, and its ideal is to reunite with God the Father in the distant future!

How could it care about this mere mortal right! How magnanimous these native demons are, how could these prisoners who were promoted from mortals to demons and only pursue power understand it!

for you! 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 God the Father! Then these are all yours! It roared loudly in its heart, a blood-red aura lit up around it, and Lord Khorne's pressure made the surrounding demons surrender in fear.

The battlefield ahead has become white-hot, and at the cost of the lives of tens of thousands of demons, the minefield has finally been 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!

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