Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

"Legion!"

Galvin shouted in the psychic link.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

In response to his call, the souls of the three Grey Knights on the battlefield with a diameter of several kilometers were more closely connected to each other.

Three huge psychic matrices gathered towards the sky in an instant after concentrating their strength.

The silver moon, symbolizing the will of the Legion, broke out at dawn in Typhons' incredulous eyes.

The thunder eagles at the end of the sky fell like rain, and the air strike cluster of the Minotaur War Regiment led by the Grey Knights swooped down towards the zombies rushing in front of the ground troops under the guidance of the troops on the surface.

Under the strafing of heavy bolt guns and machine guns, special incendiary bombs plowed a path of fire for the advance of the large troops.

The missiles flying all over the sky fell from the sky in the next moment, drowning the rebel troops behind the zombies in a piece of fire rain.

The front of the battlefield instantly entered the baptism of the highest intensity of firepower, while Typhons in the back was still shocked by the strange phenomenon in the sky just now.

What the hell is this!

Typhons looked at the silver moon in the psychic vision, and was stung to the point of oozing turbid tears.

As soon as this power appeared, it changed the energy environment of the entire battlefield.

The power of the warp was differentiated and suppressed here; he instinctively felt the power around him receding like a tide.

The countless spiritual lights and diseases that were difficult to observe with the naked eye in the dark green luster of the power armor fell into silence and necrosis under the suppression of this power.

Even the magic fly nest on his back, which made him stand out from countless chaos slaves and became famous, no longer made endless noises because of his thirst for flesh and blood.

This is not a good thing.

Although Typhons was extremely annoyed with these little guys with self-will on weekdays.

But when these gifts from the evil gods that occupied most of his power really fell silent, he did not feel relief, but the coldness and fear that penetrated his soul.

He suppressed his fear and looked at the existence in the sky again, wanting to see its essence clearly.

But when the cold silver light shone on him, his eyes could not hold out for half a second, and they twitched in pain, with a tendency to jump out of their eye sockets and escape.

"Oh..."

He moaned softly, and feeling that something was wrong, he turned around and looked around, and began to look for the evil god's followers around him.

But these little guys obviously reacted faster than him.

When he found that his side was unusually quiet, this group of Nurglings, who were originally unusually noisy and omnipresent, had already taken advantage of the cracks in the subspace that had not yet closed, and fled away one after another.

The only thing left around him now was the unlucky guy used for communication. This little guy, who was greedy for sacrifices because of the change of psychic energy, was maintaining the state of a twisted branch.

When Typhons looked at it for help, the little guy had been separated by the branch, and his eyes, which grew in two positions, blinked innocently.

In the communication of psychic will, he could clearly hear the demon's complaint:

"It's miserable..."

The evil god army on the battlefield was also suffering from inhuman firepower.

The Grey Knights' offensive is not the apparent air-ground coordination, nor is it a simple dumping of ammunition.

Now, a complete firepower connection system is running on more than 300 Grey Knights and the Astartes warriors of the Minotaur Regiment as an auxiliary force.

The evil god's rebels have complete defense army weapons, and the corrupted corpses are also numb and fearless of life and death;

The Death Guard is a remnant of the legion in the Great Crusade era. Even if they are unconscious after believing in Nurgle, their instinctive combat qualities are still awe-inspiring.

What's more, they are now stronger, and the blessing given to them by the evil god also makes their weapons more powerful.

Putting all of this together, it is a legion-level unit with a large number of cannon fodder, still existing strike force, and complete backbone forces.

The Grey Knights can complete their frontal suppression and destruction, which is the result of precise calculations and adjustments.

The legion mode is not only an intuitive strength enhancement for them, but more importantly, it provides a command system with almost zero delay and zero feedback time.

After the first wave of strikes, the enemy's firepower system is fully counted and fed back to the command level of the legion.

Targeted plans and adjustments were completed efficiently within a few breaths.

The Grey Knights in three directions did not wait for the firepower to be completed, and strode forward on the road of flames left by the Thunder Eagle Cluster.

The Standard Strike Team had a large number of people and charged at the forefront of the battlefield;

The Sin-Washing Team was at the back of the strike team, using the heavy bolter in their hands to clear threats for the comrades in front in advance;

The Purifiers, holding multi-barreled soul-eliminating cannons and sniper weapons, led the subsequent airborne armored units to attack forward;

All heavy units discovered in real time by the front will bear their wrath the moment they are discovered.

The Interceptor Team cruised on the periphery of the battlefield. They cooperated closely with the warriors of the Minotaur Regiment through elusive psychic transmission to clear the assembly points and possible threats on the edge of the battlefield.

Under this targeted attack, the other side of the war was still resisting, but it had actually been cut off.

Their close-range firepower was suppressed by the Grey Knights' mid-range firepower;

The mid-range firepower was destroyed by heavy units;

The heavily armed and armored units became victims of the continuous air strikes, the precise locations of which were followed by saturation missile strikes.

As for their elite units, the Death Guards, they were pursued by the Holy Shield Terminators.

Every time the Death Guard attempts to assemble, there must be the light of the Terminators' precise delivery of strikes at the assembly point.

After each position is lost, as long as the Death Guard team sergeants try to regroup, they will inevitably enjoy focused attention from all directions on the battlefield.

The rebels and the Death Guard fell into a strange situation. On the battlefield surrounded by their comrades, they felt lonely after being separated by firepower.

The moment everyone came out of the bunker and tried to counterattack, they received saturated feedback from the opponent's entire front.

The tide of corpses and rebels collapsed in the face of such an offensive;

Hidden among them, the Death Guards who originally conducted special operations in small groups had to take a breather behind the battle lines after suffering heavy casualties.

"what to do?"

Mamluk, the noncommissioned officer of the Death Guard, looked at Fidel, the Death Plague Champion who led the team, and asked him for his opinion in a confused tone.

"I don't know..." Fidel's condition was even worse. The armor on his chest had large melting marks, and even a piece of his ribs and internal organs were missing.

That was the scar from when he had just tried to make a sneak attack, but was hit by three spirit-killing cannons in an instant.

This was probably the most breathtaking battle the Death Guard had ever fought. From the beginning to the end, the enemy displayed tactical suppression and responsiveness.

There was no extraordinary force that dominated the changes in the battle just now.

There is no room for the tenacity and toughness that the "Defenders" are famous for.

The enemy did not give them a chance to concentrate on a small area. In the early stages of the offensive, the advanced tactical arrangements had been dismantled.

The servants and vassal troops were almost reduced to decorations in their eyes. They changed their offensives several times within ten minutes, but they were all responded to and neutralized instantly by the other side.

Fidel felt that what he was facing was not an army at all, but a will using multiple bodies to fight them.

This is a tactical victory, and it is also the crushing of one force against the other in the context of generational differences in war models.

Fidel recognized this fact with great pessimism.

He had served in the Legion since the Great Crusade. Although he did not want to admit it, he clearly understood it.

The enemy seems to have the key to victory in the war.

Their tactics were like a sharp knife that could change shape and size at will. During Fidel's constant struggle, it always cut into Fidel's bone marrow at the most appropriate size and angle.

The Gray Knights' offensive sounded again, and he knew that there was not much time left for them.

Those who lost their minds among their comrades had begun to lose control and died in the charge against the Gray Knights.

The few remaining comrades who still had their senses still pinned their hopes on him.

Fidel took a deep breath and admitted in the most difficult tone of his life:

"We lost, in the true sense of the word. It doesn't even have anything to do with faith or strength..."

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