Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

This battle was undoubtedly an extremely bold plan. Its preparation and execution even directly involved the war situation between the two fleets in orbit.

After learning about this plan, the decision-makers headed by Wolf Lord Hoffman expressed great praise for Tindalos' boldness.

And it was precisely under his impetus that the entire fleet belonging to the empire also used an unexpected counterattack in the following war to firmly contain the main force of the Word Bearers fleet.

As a result, the conditions for the execution of this counterattack were completely mature, and after losing the fatal threat of orbital bombardment overhead, the armored units of the Tindalos Legion brazenly charged from both sides of the battlefield to the center 24 hours after the battle began.

Tick...tick...

Dark red blood dripped down the gorgeous sword blade. Everyone in the dark meeting hall was silent, and the head of the commander of this battle looked into the void with his eyes open unwillingly.

It was a shameful defeat, although all the Word Bearers' legions lost were a few mortal servants destined to be sacrificed.

But this is also an intolerable failure, because the person standing on the opposite side of the chess game and leading this failure is also the weak mortal that the noble Astartes despise most.

"1.2 million people, 3 hours, even people will die..."

The chief priest opened his eyes quietly and broke the silence in the dark hall with a sneer.

On the holographic projection, the hustle and bustle on the battlefield on the ground has ended. The soldiers of the empire have completed dividing and strangulating the battlefield. At this time, they have safely retreated to their positions under the cover of their own formation.

He stretched out the scepter in his hand to imprison the loser's soul from the void, then looked at the unconscious guy who had been tortured by him, and asked word by word:

"It... shouldn't be cleared out within three hours, right? Then why do you want to withdraw the remaining 300,000 people? How do you have the nerve to come back?"

However, no one was destined to answer his question.

Because no one wants to offend Erebus at this time, even the knights and generals who have been in high positions for a long time. And the person who was truly qualified to answer his question had his soul taken out by him at this time.

Uh... Silent howls came from the soul's suddenly opened eyes and mouth, and the dark apostles present fell silent.

The chief priest slowly walked back to his seat, and on the scepter in his hand, the face of that soul vaguely appeared...

"Inform Salat and let his people take over this battlefield. Also remember to contact the Lord of Murder. According to their contract with our Lord, it is time for them to contribute."

Erebus ordered in a low voice, then took out a piece of thorn gear with an eight-pointed star from his arms and handed it to the general.

The general on the right stood up and obeyed the order, took the token from Erebus and walked towards the aviation deck of the battleship.

A few hours later, a large number of meteors fell from the orbit again.

The generals of the Tindalos Legion on the ground looked on solemnly, while the sea wolves quietly wiped the guns in their hands.

They all know that this is the enemy's revenge, and it is also the enemy's recruitment that really begins to end after receiving a lesson.

Those death claws that are rubbed and burned by the atmosphere may just be meteors in the eyes of mortals.

But in the eyes of the sons of Russ, who have vision-enhanced nerves, they are the core weapons of the Word Bearers headquarters, that is, those fallen Astartes who have fallen into the embrace of Chaos for thousands of years. Finally, an hour after the battle was blocked, Later appeared.

The ground of Moro was once again covered in artillery fire, and this was just the prelude to the battle.

From the perspective of the orbit, the ruins of the city-state of Lupacalia are now covered with clouds and smoke raised by cannonballs.

The Word Bearers on the Chaos side, after the rebel legion once again pressed forward from the front, began to infiltrate towards the Tindalos legion's position under the cover of airships and super-heavy tanks.

From the first moment the war started, it entered a state of incandescence and anxiety.

Millions of rebel legions, spurred by the Word Bearers headquarters, rushed towards the Imperial soldiers' positions one after another.

On the front line of the Tindaros Legion, red bullets from hell guns and logging guns were shot out in flakes. After knocking down one enemy after another, they had to fall silent due to the intense heat, and then entered the most cruel of hand-to-hand combat.

On the rear positions, artillery fire to break the enemy's buildup also came one after another, completely ignoring the enemy's counter-fire fire. The enemy's fighter planes and artillery fire also followed one after another, and swarms of artillery shells hit these positions, making these veterans roar and stay on this land forever.

The Sea Wolves fought with the Word Bearers in more than a dozen positions. In the fierce exchange of fire, both sides suffered obvious battle losses.

After the hell beasts (dark-modified armor) and the Blessed Sons appeared on the battlefield, the Sea Wolves, who did not have heavy weapons due to emergency mobilization, and did not have the fearless awakening-level battle group, could only pay heavy casualties. Back away.

Lucapalia's position was being eroded, and the Tindalos Legion was limited to frontal pressure and was powerless against the corrupted Astartes who had emerged as an organized force.

They could only use the armored units that were in need of rest after the war to carry out counterattacks at some key positions.

The sea wolves fought and retreated, using the bolt guns in their hands to delay the Word Bearers as much as possible. On the battlefield in the rocky canyon, they also cooperated with two knight families to kill a group of more than a hundred soldiers. The Word Bearers warband was wiped out here.

But this does not change the overall situation, because as the empire's unit with the strongest firepower density, the Astartes' greatest value on the battlefield is reflected in this anxious situation.

Although the Space Wolves tried their best, they still could not change the huge gap in the number and equipment of the Astartes on both sides.

The Imperial position is being slowly dismembered. More than three thousand Word Bearers are in different positions, taking advantage of their powerful firepower and narrow deployment width to separate the connections between the battlefields.

After all, the Tindalos Legion is just a mortal. When facing the same number of Astartes, the width and thickness of the battlefield they need has become an unattainable condition at this time.

The war is heading towards failure, and everyone knows that their efforts are just delaying the arrival of this time as much as possible.

boom!

There was another explosive weapon shot from the hell beast, and Edro rushed out of the bunker with flames on his body.

This kind of iron lump, which is equivalent to the Dreadnought Armor, but far more crazy than the former, caused Edro and his brothers to suffer a lot in the previous encounters.

The former at least have sanity and can be frightened away by suppressive firepower.

The latter turned out to be a complete madman after entering the battlefield. He poured out firepower wantonly, which seemed to be the entire existence of this demonic engine. Under the attack of explosive weapons, the concrete bunker several meters thick could only be burned through in an instant. .

The squad had already taken down two similar units, and three times as many Corrupted Astartes, but at the cost of three warriors' lives in the battle.

But they did not feel relaxed at this time, because ten kilometers away behind them was the joint position of the two Tindalos infantry regiments, and ten kilometers further back was where the regiment's supplies and battlefield hospital were located.

There is no room for them to retreat anymore, otherwise at the speed of these Astartes, ten kilometers is the distance that can be reached by praying before the battle.

Several wild wolves looked at each other across the bunker and trench, and they all saw similar determination in each other's eyes.

It’s time for the final battle, it’s time to return to the arms of Ruth and Father...

As the only remaining veteran of this team, Edro took the lead in picking up weapons and stood up to attract firepower. The remaining soldiers also tacitly took out the last few grenades, preparing to find possible gaps and use them to fight against the huge threat. Hell beasts make a glorious death together.

Bang bang bang bang!

The dense rain of bullets from the heavy bolter swept across Edro's chest amidst the cold sliding sound of the revolver barrel. The sharp pain in his chest and the dense warnings in the eyepiece let Edro know that this short period of time belonged to him. This is probably the end of my life.

"For Quanfu and Ruth!" He roared loudly, using his last strength to press the gun in his hand against the rock in front of him, and then pressed the trigger to the end.

The comrades behind him also jumped out from their respective positions and rushed towards the evil existence with bloodshot eyes.

Buzz!

The familiar sound of psychic lightning rang in Edro's ears, and in his disbelieving eyes, a portal composed of thunder was born from the void.

The violent white light blinded everyone on the battlefield instantly, and the next moment the reinforced nerves on the pupils and membranes were activated, a group of tall gray knights surrounded an even bigger giant and appeared on the battlefield.

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