Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Andrews is dead.

Died in a desperate harvest.

Death in a bloody snare.

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The pure black long sword cut through the air filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood, and there was a harsh sound of breaking through the air, and there was also the faint trembling of the metal itself.

The firearms that are difficult to explain with technological principles continue to pour out deadly tongues of fire. Hundreds of bullets turn into an inescapable hunting net, causing life and soul to burn under its bite.

Thousands of panicked leather boots kept stepping on the ground, constantly raising mud covered with blood spots, like a herd of wildebeest crossing the rapids full of hungry crocodiles, struggling in vain in the crowding and hunting. Experiencing death.

Bodies, bodies everywhere.

The human defense line has collapsed. The last line of defense, which was dotted with fortresses and bunkers, was completely disintegrated by the combined force of Ran Dan's army. The organized defense also ushered in when the first Ran Dan warrior rushed into the trench. Its end.

When the cruelty of war finally broke into everyone's chest, when the omen of failure kept echoing in everyone's minds, when the courage temporarily ignited by anger and arrogance was extinguished by the splattering of cold blood, Most people finally remembered something.

They are far less fearless.

The resistance was over and the battle was over. This miracle of twenty thousand against one million finally came to its due end after an hour of fierce fighting and a minute of collapse.

Everyone is collapsing, everyone is running away, everyone is dying. Even the most prestigious officer screams until his throat smokes, and he cannot gather any team that can still fight. In fact, No one would do this. Those who were determined to defend their positions were the first to fall in every line of defense.

Blood, blood everywhere.

The strange dark black energy flow of Ran Dan's army roared wantonly everywhere on the battlefield. No one could stop their attack and massacre. Thousands of tall and twisted warriors pushed each other, hoping that they could compete with each other. The similar ones next to them rushed into the fleeing enemy group faster and started killing each other. They squeezed each other, roared, and even waved their swords to show off their bluff.

Without the pressure of the [Overlord], these most arrogant and reckless warriors are like hungry wolves struggling for food, viewing all heads and achievements as their own prey.

They advanced, hunted, and pushed. This crazy and disorderly offensive finally crushed the small group of the last resisters. In front of them was the last stronghold of the human defenders, and further on The last section of the journey is the bridge worth paying for.

Despair, despair everywhere.

The garrison commander was sitting in his seat. His tent was empty, except for the thick fog emitted by the burning documents. He watched the unimportant books burning in the fire, and then He looked at the table, where his sidearms were placed.

He picked it up and took one last look at his former command room. The empty command room now contained only documents and maps scattered on the floor.

The last unit had completely lost contact fifteen minutes ago. They were supposed to be guarding the last position in front of the headquarters, and now, he could even hear the footsteps of Ran Dan's soldiers.

The last staff officer has also been sent to the front line. He may be dead now, or he may be running for his life.

Thinking of this, he glanced past the window and saw a soldier with an injured arm being carried away by the crowd. He seemed to have some impression of him.

He looked at the gun and thought of its origin. It happened so long ago that he thought he had forgotten it.

Soldier Ran Dan's footsteps were getting closer and closer. He placed bullets one by one, practiced his shooting movements somewhat unfamiliarly, and then pointed at the door.

His arms were shaking.

So was his chest.

He suddenly realized that he didn't seem to have enough courage to do this.

Those aliens were so terrifying and cruel, how could he possibly fight them?

But luckily, he seems to be able to do something else.

When the steps of Ran Dan's soldiers sounded like they were only a few meters away, he made up his mind.

The muzzle of the gun was inserted into the mouth, aimed at the throat and brain.

"boom--"

Gunshots rang out and blood spilled out, staining the map on the table red and soaking every inch of the land in blood red.

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Road 18.

Andrews counted almost desperately.

The eighteenth fatal wound.

But it's meaningless and useless.

"What a great opponent. You remind me of those most memorable... heads... skulls... blood..."

[Overlord Carmen] is bleeding, bleeding almost endlessly, flowing out a river of blood that is enough to make any warrior or brave man fall to the ground, but to it, this seems to have no effect at all.

A steady stream of blood flowed out from those ferocious wounds. These huge cuts and holes were the result of Andrews and his battle brothers fighting for a long time. In terms of their memory and reasoning, this was enough to make any Ran Dan alien. No longer able to be a threat.

But now, the memory is doubted and the reasoning is overturned, because not even a drop of the flowing blood falls to the ground. They surround the scar of the [Overlord], constantly getting close to it, surrounding it, like a blood-red piece of blood that can Liquid armor.

And everything just stems from the whisper of this tall alien.

Skulls, blood, honor, battle.

Even in the fiercest fight to the death, it was chanting them in a low voice, non-stop and without any logic.

"Blood...come...let us bleed..."

As it spoke, its pupils were once again filled with blood.

Andrews and his battle brother looked at each other. The two warriors who had been fighting side by side since the Terra Unification War were divided into two angles. They rushed towards this increasingly troublesome opponent almost at the same time, but they were separated from each other. Leave an almost undetectable distance.

[Overlord Carmen] kept laughing wildly, laughing, and laughing. It dragged its blade and ran into the two whirlwinds of destruction without fear.

The battle broke out. This was not a duel between mortals, nor a duel between swordsmen, but a collision between the purest power and the storm. Three swords filled with the desire to kill waved a bloody hurricane, mixed with furious roars, Wanton laughter, flying shrapnel and the friction sound of the sword blade cutting through the armor.

"Yes, that's it! Fight! Kill!"

It was laughing, it was going crazy, it was suppressing the two angels of death with one of its blades, smashing their helmets into pieces with scars one after another, and sending their guns flying to the furthest distance. corner of.

"Blade! Chainsaw! Axe!"

It bared its teeth like a hungry jackal, and its arms covered with scars from the past and the present waved the ever-sharper long knife. When Andrews made a mistake, it was on his waist. There were shocking wounds on one side of the room.

But the Dark Angel didn't care at all. He seized this opportunity, used all his strength to lift the war blade in his hand, and blocked the withdrawing alien long knife in mid-air. The two powerful warriors started like this A competition of the most primitive strength.

But this confrontation was not the Dark Angel's plan, because at the same time, Andrews' battle brothers had rushed up quickly. Before the [Overlord] in front of him could make any reaction, the power sword in his hand was ruthless. Rowed down.

The sound of chopping and tearing was earth-shattering, and a huge wound that could kill a warrior three times completely split open on the [Overlord]'s chest with this perfect blow that contained anger, strength and strategy. It's like plowing a canyon into a soft plain.

It’s done.

Joy filled Andrews' heart.

But this joy only lasted for a moment.

Because at the same time as this fatal blow was struck, something that could surpass all of Andrews' imagination appeared vividly before his eyes.

There was no blood spurting out from the open wound, but row after row of snow-white fangs sprouted out of thin air. The fresh flesh and blood on both sides of the wound neither trembled nor dried up, but kept growing. Expanding, widening, stretching out its slender nose and bones, in the blink of an eye, a huge hound's head appeared on the [Overlord]'s chest. It stretched out its neck without hesitation, and bit hard. Caught the Dark Angel's arm.

Seeing this, Andrews immediately removed the power from his sword and ended the duel of strength at the risk of injury. The next moment, his sword edge struck the big hunting dog's head like a thunderbolt.

"Boom——"

Different from the imagined flesh-and-blood cutting, both the sound that reached Andrews's ears and the vibration conveyed by the sword in his hand meant that this weird beast was not made of flesh and blood.

At this moment, the head of the big hound was spinning crazily, biting off the Dark Angel's arm and armor. The alloy fragments and rivets were flying in all directions, and under their shadows it was like a mountain spring bursting out. Ordinary blood.

Andrews did not try to attack again. He dragged his comrade back to a safe distance, and then carefully looked at the opponent in front of him.

【Overlord Carmen】......

No, it is no longer [Overlord Carmen].

The huge hound head had completely occupied its chest and lower abdomen, baring hundreds of extremely sharp teeth and constantly drooling saliva thirsting for blood.

And Carmen, the once great [Overlord], his head swayed from side to side on his shoulders like a fragile leaf. He was so thin compared to the big hunting dog that turned against guests. Only those scarlet eyes, and then It has not returned to its original appearance.

"Skull...blood..."

It moaned, groaning for something it didn't crave.

Then it came.

Andrews stood up and gripped his sword.

He has served the Great Master of Mankind for a century, beginning on Terra.

He always knew this day would come.

Now……

it's time.

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Everything is burning.

All burning.

Whether it's a position, a bridge, or Tigray...

Poor Tigray…

Latobis staggered at the entrance of the bridge. The thoughts in his brain were chaotic and distorted. He thought of the current scene for a while, and then thought of Tigray, his only brother, and their last farewell. A concerned look from Tigray before he was taken for treatment.

Then he died.

They are all dead.

All dead.

As if he had stepped on something, he fell to the ground and had no strength to get up anymore.

But struggling, Latobis still forced himself to raise his head, looking at the sky and the distance.

Everything is burning.

What blew from the wind was endless laughter.

He clenched the gun in his hand, supported himself to stand up, and just stared blankly at the war, staring at everything burning in front of him.

He neither wanted to escape nor do anything else. He just stood here, watching countless trenches and bunkers completely disappear in the thick smoke.

All gone.

He stood for perhaps one minute, perhaps ten.

He held his gun, the only thing he had.

From the broken ditch at the beginning, to being beaten by Ran Dan and losing his armor, to hiding in the wilderness, and finally to this burning place.

Everything about him was lost.

Everything about him is gone.

He did nothing and had nothing.

Only this gun.

But what can a gun do?

For a moment, he couldn't figure this out.

It wasn't until the tall, swaying figure walked out of the thick fog step by step that he suddenly understood.

What kind of monster is that? It seems to be several meters high. Under an ugly head, there is a huge hound head, which is constantly roaring and barking. When it roars, the one above The head was also shouting something loudly.

Hanging from its waist were rows and rows of heads, some human, some Randan, and two blood-stained helmets of the Angel of Death.

Latopis was trembling and shuddering. His sweat glands were constantly shedding drops of water, constantly soaking the already dirty clothes. His teeth were trembling and constantly colliding with each other. His right arm In severe pain, it was like insects writhing inside.

But all of this, all of it, is not an obstacle.

He gripped the gun tightly with both hands.

He has nothing left.

There was nothing he could do.

Because of these fucking aliens!

Because of these fucking wars!

He only has one thing left.

There was only one thing he could do.

Think about it, think carefully about what Tigray said back then.

…for…for…

Finally, he remembered.

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"For The Emperor!"

He roared, shouted, and charged.

This cannon fodder that no one cares about, this powerless mortal, thus launched the last resistance in this war, which may be meaningless or may be of extraordinary significance.

The last resistance.

"For The Emperor!"

He continued to roar and charged at the invincible monster.

The roar was messed up by the wind, constantly broken, kept flying, and finally merged into the billowing smoke and blood mist above the battlefield, becoming silent again.