Chapter 1338 Only Cowards Are Afraid of Their Own Fire

"Your Excellency Espes, the Vanguard has officially contacted the Greenskins. Emperor Franz requires the Pious Legion to launch an attack immediately."

What stood in front of Espes was a narrow corridor of several hundred meters. Karak Fearless Fort was no better than the Eight Peaks Mountain and lacked the resources to build a giant Titan Gate that was hundreds of meters high.

But this long and narrow corridor is one of the few well-preserved passages during the earthquake. It is surrounded by rock walls tens of meters high on both sides. Shooting holes of different sizes are hidden in the dark. It is difficult to predict how many enemies will be encountered after entering it. A serious blow.

Espes has no compassion for the children of the Empire. She lives in the legends of three generations. Every rumor tells that the Amethyst Archmage is the guardian of the Empire, the executioner of Sigmar, and also a messenger symbolizing death... This is true even for the Empire.

"The Condition of the Conquerors."

The Amethyst Archmage doesn't pay attention to the status of the fanatics. The value of all these people together is far less than the steam tank that Wesen has spent two hundred years improving.

The devout person personally engraved the mark of purity on the armored version. Even though the Wesen leader can create imitations with stronger power and firepower at any cost, these blessing machines that are not corroded by evil magic are the pride of the Elector family. It is also the most precious sacred object in the entire Gunnery Academy.

"All is well, the shrill whistle confirms that the conqueror is eager for battle!"

"very good……"

Espes took the lead and entered the corridor with the powerful crimson dragon. There were no bones here, but it would soon be filled with blood and death. It might be mostly greenskins or humans, but Espes I believe that I will definitely win the final victory.

The battle priests who led the zealots held high the Skullcrusher war hammer imitated by Gael Maraz. The light of the twin-tailed comet shone like fire in their eyes, and countless holy words shimmered on the surface of the thick plate armor.

"In the name of the twin-tailed comet, all evil will be judged!"

"For Sigma and the Empire, for the Hammer of Heroes!"

The prayers of rage and faith began with the soul flames emanating from the priests covering the military formation. Priests are the agents of Sigmar's teachings. They do not know magic and are not good at interpreting profound and difficult prophecies. They believe that the few who can The way to get close to Sigma is to use the Skull Crusher to make close contact with the head of the evil thing, announcing the arrival of Sigma with power.

The Conquerors started staggeringly. As a sacred object reserved by the Wesen Territory, they were authorized by the high priest to use the symbol of the twin-tailed comet and the griffon. A handsome gold-plated griffin, with its wings spread like the tail of a twin-tailed comet. Flame, holding the war hammer in both claws, stood proudly on the tank.

Modularity is a concept that has recently emerged in gunnery academies. Many engineering masters believe that it is necessary to replace powerful war machines with more powerful weapons based on real-time war conditions.

This idea is approved by the countess, but when it comes to sacred objects, there will always be some obstacles. Every change made by the conqueror should get the permission of the great chanter...

But this time, in order to help the dwarves and confirm that the empire followed Sigmar's teachings, the steam cannon, which was originally used as the conqueror's secondary weapon, was replaced with an asphalt flamethrower suitable for killing enemies in a large area.

The commander roared and asked the tank to increase its power, follow the pace of the Amethyst Master, and scolded the chaotic marching enthusiasts around him to stay away from the vehicle. He did not want to hear a lot of reports of friendly casualties after the war.

Perhaps this is the first infant-tank collaboration, but the effect may be quite good. The crude crossbow arrows appearing in the shooting holes on both sides cannot penetrate the conqueror's external armor at all. Some threatening armor-piercing fireballs, or huge stone iron blocks , and the fanatics successfully sent the conqueror into the corridor under the cover of human smoke bombs.

The greenskins appeared, more violent than in the past few days, like zombies who had eaten Nurgle soup, unaware of the pain inflicted on their bodies.

The armored troops were following closely behind the fanatics. Some of them were sharpshooters armed with long-range muskets. They were already shooting from a distance of a hundred meters, focusing on those guys who were particularly large and were obviously green-skinned bosses.

The bullet successfully pierced the spliced ​​armor picked up from the garbage dump. In order to pursue shooting stability, Changtong's bullets were overall sharper. They were very different from ordinary homemade round lead bullets, but they were no less lethal.

When an ordinary person is hit by a bullet, a hole as thick as a little finger will appear on the surface of the body. The flying bullet carries high-speed airflow, forming a cavity dozens of times larger than the entrance inside the body, causing severe pain and bleeding. died in.

But the greenskins are obviously not ordinary people. Unless they are hit in the head and heart, these guys whose bodies are riddled with holes can still charge with shouts of waaaagh thanks to their strong vitality.

From a distance of a hundred meters, the conqueror opened fire. The heavy artillery, which was enough to crush the head of a giant, ignited under the action of fine black gunpowder personally prepared by the engineering master of the Gunnery Academy in the blessing barrel engraved with countless prayers. fuse.

The heavy shaking sound shook the enemy. Even with the help of the stable rune array, the too large caliber still caused the conqueror to pause significantly.

The arc of death descended on the battlefield again, and solid shells washed out three straight holes in the greenskin.

Whips, flails, maces, these crude weapons, with the same ferocious attitude, turned into hymns to Sigma in the hands of fanatics. A round of firepower exchange baptism, in exchange for a contact that sings of flesh and blood.

When the boys chop off the head of a bean sprout, they will receive a heavy blow without regard to their own safety, smashing his proud face into pulp.

Three flames swept across the battlefield. The commander's cold and excited look was clearly visible under the firelight. With just a little bit of flame, the attached asphalt would eat away the enemy bit by bit like a maggot on the tarsal bone.

The artillery was successfully set up under the courage of the pious legion to face death. The sky-high artillery fire was the pride of Wisen. It is said that the steel of a hundred guns will be guided by Sigmar, and the anger of the empire will crush all evil.

Fanatic martyrs, indestructible war machines, well-trained legion soldiers, and support machines with rapid firepower, this is the true power of the empire.

The greenskins were afraid of the artillery and wanted to retreat a little. The terrible sound shook the whole mountain, and the flying dust and ice and snow looked like the end of the world.

Some people began to want to avoid the artillery because they saw their companions die in the shells with their own eyes, but the priests' shouts made them understand that these shells were not enemies.

"Only cowards are afraid of their own artillery! Sigma is guiding us!"

"Sigma!"

The priest took the lead and fought a big orc, and a cannonball landed right here.

In the silence of the crowd and the hustle and bustle of the battlefield, light replaced the smoke. The priest raised his warhammer and held an orc's head. The light of unwavering faith was always revealed in his body.

"Only Sigma is redemption!" (End of this chapter)