Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

die.

Fiery flames.

High temperature distortion.

A distant roar.

Everything.

Endless.

Never ending.

In Ullsbro's eyes, this war seemed to continue like this, until the strongest fortress rotted in the wind and sand, until the toughest warrior collapsed in the fighting, until everything it shouldered and valued was destroyed by all evil. disintegrated in the passage of time.

Facing everything in front of it, even Ullsbro, the high-ranking overlord and victorious general of the Randan Empire, the commander of an army of tens of millions, had to think like this.

Whenever such low thoughts pass through its mind, vicious acid will accumulate in its mouth, dripping on the ground, making large and small holes, and an unprecedented anger and indignation will erupt from it. welled up in his chest, occupying its thoughts for a brief moment.

Depression, negativity, fear, and most importantly: incompetence.

It still remembered that when its iron boots had just stepped on the soil of this desolate world, it broke into the command room with its cronies and military police, and dragged its former commander outside the room: the two of them We know each other and have even fought side by side for a long time.

But this did not prevent Ullsbrough from pointing his gun at his former colleagues and coldly recounting the crimes it had committed in front of everyone. Those crimes of dereliction of duty, cowardice and incompetence were unpardonable. As the crimes were recited, it drove hot bullets into the weary head.

Then, it's his turn.

If it cannot complete these set tasks, sooner or later a brand new bullet will also drill into its head. In normal times, such a pre-battle general would have to take into account issues related to organization and military morale, but this time it has It’s different: Their [Emperor] is somewhere behind them, and its will is linked to every warrior along with the throne. Whether it is collapse, hesitation or panic, it will not affect the vitality of every Ran Dan soldier. Courage, no matter who the commander is, will not affect the firm belief of every Randan soldier.

In this war, no one is irreplaceable.

Thinking of this, Yin Zhu occupied the mind of Overlord Ran Dan. Its eyes moved back and forth between the holographic projection of the front line and the strategic map, constantly calculating how long it would take to tear through the next line of defense.

It has broken through countless lines of defense and destroyed countless fortresses and trenches. Even it itself cannot remember how many victories it has achieved in this desolate world. It may have led its army to annihilate millions of human armies, or even more. many.

But no matter what, there will always be more opponents blocking its path, and there will always be a steady stream of legions and lines of defense appearing on the next skyline.

Ullsbro's sight lifted along with its gloomy thoughts, and it easily saw the tallest fortress amidst the layers of gunpowder smoke and strong wind: that was its ultimate goal, the entire world's defense system. As long as it captures the core fortress, it can cut off the communication lines of the entire fortress community and turn all human armies into broken clusters that cannot respond.

It knew that there were no less than ten Ran Dan overlords working hard for this goal, and it was the one most likely to succeed. A long time ago, it could already see the top of the fortress, which shone so brightly that it seemed sacred. The inviolable double-headed eagle emblem.

How long has passed since then...

The defense lines were penetrated one after another, the regiments were annihilated one after another, its iron boots were soaked with human blood, and news of the defeat of other overlords came to its ears. In a daze, it raised its head again, only to find that The mighty eagle emblem still stands high above all things, as if mocking its powerlessness.

They are obviously so close, as if they are within reach, yet so far away, as if they are a world apart.

It could never shoot down the eagle.

Unknowingly, such thoughts flashed through his mind, and Ullsbro's eyes became more and more sinister.

Along with its sinister gaze, countless firelights and shrapnel were flying wantonly on the front not far away from it. Below these deadly metals were rows and rows of Randan soldiers, like waves in the storm season, seemingly No end in sight.

Most of these Randan soldiers were not qualified warriors. The officers in charge of commanding them watched indifferently as these young or old bodies fell like burning woods in the face of intensive firepower, leaving behind them the more mature ones. Elite warriors can seize the opportunity to break through human defenses.

Such attrition is not meaningless in vain, because when the crossfire of the defenders is temporarily delayed by the dense vanguard force, using armored vehicles or even low-altitude aircraft as cover, the best Randan warriors will be like A sharp razor pierced every throat of the defenders. Officer Ran Dan, who had looked indifferent just now, would only appear at the front of the battle line at this moment, taking the lead, using his furious roar to lead another attack and massacre. victory.

The war was carried out in this tragic and boring exchange. Either the human warriors were slaughtering the alien army in the open position under the cover of fire, or Ran Dan's vanguard was washing the trenches and buildings with blood in hand-to-hand combat. Fortress: reincarnation repeats itself, never ending.

No one knows how long this exchange lasted, because the scorching sun never slipped from the sky. Whether they were humans or Ran Dan, all warriors could only squander limited blood in the infinite light.

This is the longest day.

As the gunfire stopped, Ran Dan's troops poured into another fallen fortress. Only the scattered sounds of resistance could be heard in the most remote rooms, but this did not prevent the ferocious flags from covering the fortress. The smoky wreckage marked another victory.

Ran Dan's overlord witnessed all this, and it did not feel any more joy, because a message had just reached its desk: Just when it was commanding to break through another line of defense, the last friendly army following it had already Suffering a devastating blow, its right wing has been completely exposed, exposed to the monstrous fury of the Human Empire.

【dragon】

In their last messages, the dead overlords repeatedly mentioned this terrible monster, unstoppable and invincible.

All this left Ullsbro silent for a while, but it soon gave the order to continue the attack.

It must complete its tasks, which are more important than its life and the lives of all the soldiers under its command.

It knows that the battle situation in the sky has fallen into a situation that is not favorable to them, because it is more necessary to achieve results on the ground, to liberate the warships that are constantly competing for air supremacy, and to engage in real naval battles. go.

It is impossible to give up. They have been in this world for too long and have paid too much. When their emperor is unable to issue precise instructions due to various reasons, no one dares to abandon this situation that has been opened. ground battlefield.

The cost is too high.

so.

It must take down that fortress.

No matter what it faces.

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"They're coming!"

When the officer's hoarse roar resounded in the trenches, there were at least a hundred pairs of equally hoarse throats repeating his words, as if there was no worse ensemble, guaranteed to torture every pair placed in this trench. Ears in the trenches.

So does Staff Sgt.

He picked at his ears, but there was no more trembling or nervousness: he had been fighting in the war with Ran Dan for almost five years, and had fought against these monsters in four different worlds. In fact, everyone in his machine gun crew did so.

Silence prevailed in the trenches. Only the sounds of weapons inspections and soft prayers could penetrate his ears. He could see the positions where artillery and anti-aircraft firepower were placed, as well as the firepower points he could find.

On his front line were dense layers of trenches, where tens of thousands of ordinary soldiers were stationed. There was a full regiment responsible for welcoming the first batch of craziness. After their entire army was annihilated or their positions were abandoned, it was their turn. this line of defense.

The sergeant raised his head, and soon he heard the first cry of war, so he quickly got into his bunker.

The roar of drones and cannons came far faster than the wave of Ran Dan's soldiers. Countless shells turned over every inch of land, and the blood and debris were scattered everywhere with the sharp sound of death harvest, until the empire The firepower also joined the melee.

The artillery battle was short, but also extremely long. When the sergeant shook his buzzing head and returned to his post, the end of his field of vision had been completely occupied by a dense black wave.

A wave of black waves pierced the skyline, slowly stretching out like a spear from hell. Then, countless twisted war engines followed the rumbling roar and joined the rampaging army. Almost in an instant, The flames of war burned through the entire position, and hundreds of thousands of creatures fell down with painful wails at the first moment of the war.

The sergeant didn't hesitate at all. He called to his men and pulled the trigger.

"boom--"

——————

A human bullet hit Ullsbro's breastplate, but it didn't make even the smallest gap.

Ran Dan's overlord did not hesitate. He waved the blade of his right hand casually, causing the lifeless human body to fall to the ground along its blade, joining the ranks of thousands of his compatriots.

This seemed to be a general, the man in charge of this trench: so Ullsbrot told it from his experience of mankind.

But it doesn't care, what it cares about is the breakthrough of another front: it knows that every trench captured here is more important than the ten cities elsewhere, because this is the last obstacle, and behind it is A direct passage to its destination.

It moved forward again, with countless of the most elite Ran Dan warriors closely following its every step. It could see those fierce armored battles going on on its left and right, and countless steel behemoths killing each other like a bullet. As dazzling as a sun growing on the ground, it can see that the last fortresses are trying in vain to kill it, just like every human it encounters in the battle.

It roared, it roared, and it could feel the hot air waves pouring out of its throat in large waves. It waved its weapons: a sword in its right hand and a cannon in its left hand, fighting to its heart's content among countless flesh and blood. , no one can hurt it, it is the wind of hell that brings death and fear. It blasts through tanks and chops up fortresses. Tens of thousands of armies disintegrate under its charge and turn into monsters waiting to be killed. Broken body.

One knife, another knife.

One step, another step.

When the freshest blood splashed onto its face again, Ullsbro raised his head, and he looked at the two-headed eagle aloft again.

Close.

Extremely close.

The sound of gunshots like a storm broke its joy, and it could hear the sound of another group of warriors falling, as well as the roar of those eager to kill it.

It laughed.

It waved its sword and moved forward again, giving those humans the ending they deserved.

——————

died!

All dead!

The sergeant gasped and ran. The weapon in his hand had been replaced by a tattered rifle, and his original weapon and men had all fallen into the bloody mud.

Now, he was leaning on a pile of equally tattered sandbags and mud. Behind him was a destroyed artillery piece and the corpses of the artillery pieces that were turning cold.

This was a high ground and he could see everything clearly.

He saw the torn and torn battle lines, he saw the smoke that symbolized his men, he saw the gunfire of only a few survivors still struggling to fight back, he saw Ran Dan's army, They keep going, ad infinitum.

The most terrifying figure is at the forefront of those aliens, a twisted creature that may be three meters high. It killed entire trenches and fortresses by itself.

He saw...

It was looking at him, looking at him.

Looking at him with a ferocious smile.

How terrifying that smile is, it appears on the face of the most twisted monster, accompanied by countless broken limbs, like a frequent visitor in nightmares.

The sergeant looked at the alien, the alien he had countless reasons to be afraid of.

He knows what he has to do.

Then.

He raised his gun.

aim.

Just at the same time.

He felt that a blazing wind seemed to be blowing over his head, blowing across this hopeless sky.

He raised his head.

——————

It saw it all.

Breathe, breathe deeply.

Ullsbro couldn't help but open his eyes wide. He watched the hordes of iron eagles tearing through the gray dust and rushing along the lowest sky to reach the front of his legion.

They came anyway.

It can feel a tension.

The iron eagle landed and the devil came out of the cage. The warriors in green armor poured out of the fighter plane like a crazy forest sea and came to this desolate land. They were covered with traces of war: scrapes and ashes. , scars and disabilities, and scarlet pupils.

It saw its legions roaring, countless Randan warriors roaring, and they charged forward furiously, the light of the blades and the heat of the flames instantly filling every inch of the land.

It saw, it saw the most terrifying individual among the human demons. He was so eye-catching and unique: the dark-skinned violent giant. He was taller than an entire armored war engine, and taller than a hundred madmen. The Ran Dan soldier who was fighting fiercely was even more savage. He waved the war hammer and obliterated everything around him at a speed that no one could see clearly.

He is so ferocious.

So wild.

Such brutality and violence.

Even if it is a living devil crawling out of hell, its face is far less terrifying than one ten millionth of this devil.

Overlord Randan could feel his acid building up again.

It gripped the blade tightly, pushed away the guard beside it, and rushed towards the monster that was slaughtering wantonly without hesitation.

It crashed into the green demons who tried to stop it. Its blades and cannons drew blood marks on their necks. Even though countless lives passed by like this, in just a few breaths, it harvested At least twenty green demons, or Astartes, were blocking the road.

Flames and explosive bombs hit the armor that covered its body, but it was of no use. It was not afraid of these at all. When it took a deep breath, it finally tore through the last line of defense. It finally aroused the attention of the tall demon king. Notice.

It saw that dark face turning towards it. What a twisted and terrifying demonic face it was. It seemed to be a living embodiment of barbarism and slaughter. His pupils were the purest scarlet, as if telling a story. The cruelty and ruthlessness of his master.

It saw the war hammer. Countless blood had dyed it a disgusting crimson. In the previous long fight, God knew how many lives it had harvested.

But, it's over.

It roared.

It rushed forward.

It wants to kill him. This is its mission and responsibility. No one can do it except it.

——————

Vulkan swung his war hammer and blew off the challenger's head.

again.

The alien's head was completely shattered at the first moment it came into contact with the war hammer. Its charging body had not even broken free from the constraints of speed. It rolled several times in the sand and dust before collapsing to the ground.

The Lord of the Fire Dragon glanced at it. This alien had just killed many of his descendants, which made his anger grow more and more: Vulkan had not slept for hundreds of hours. He and his descendants were in the most danger. They are constantly rushing and killing on the front, and the one in front of them is the last one.

He roared, he shouted, and his body inspired everyone. Countless salamanders and even mortals looked up to the sky and roared, joining this grand battle.

The alien has collapsed. The moment the Fire Dragon Lord appeared, all the offensive and madness collapsed. When his anger turned into flames that burned the sky, even the most arrogant courage could not shake him in the slightest.

at this time.

now.

Blood is flowing.

The dragon is roaring.

The fight shakes the ground.

Fire burns the sky.

Ah...this chapter, I feel completely out of touch.

After all, Vulkan is the original body, so he must explain the situation on his side. There must be some bugs in the plot, so please ignore it.

By the way...how on earth did I write these 5,000 words?

Well, forget it, don’t think about it anymore, I feel like my brain is about to grow.