Chapter 141 The Significance of Crisis and Ambition

When the firewood for the war furnace is in place, more intense flames and hotter blood will flow unstoppably on this land.

The demons have awakened from the punishment in orbit, and they have clearly sensed the weakness behind the false appearance of the Soul Redeemer.

There is no fleet support, no Titan Legion, and even no Astartes.

Just these weak mortals want to stop the descendants of the gods? How arrogant!

The Khorne demon waved his greatsword and urged the equally red bloodletters to rush to the mortal line.

The originally loose Chaos Space Marines in the line have quietly gathered, and behind him, a large group of elite bloodletter cavalry riding brass steel bulls are ready to go.

The Tzeentch demon didn't care about the fire demons that were lost before. He screamed and summoned more manta-like screamers as air force above the Khorne army to cooperate with Khorne's actions.

The Great Demon of Slaanesh finally woke up from his dream. His twisted body was extremely empty after losing the stimulation of hormones. He urgently needed a killing and sacrifice to regain the favor of the Lord. Large groups of Bliss Messengers and Skeleton Demons, led by a few noise warriors, began to move to the front of the front line.

Nurgle's darling still walked forward slowly.

Under his seemingly clumsy and bloated steps, the hidden plague aura constantly stimulated more Nurgle spirits to emerge from the fungal carpet behind him, dancing around him with a cheerful and funny pace.

Well, the latter two can be ignored.

After all, the former Slaanesh is better at silent infiltration and pollution, and is also famous for being unable to fight in Chaos; although the latter is extremely destructive, it is also known for being a Buddhist. Before the Great Demon himself arrives at the front line, the threat of Nurgle is temporarily not a concern.

But even if there are only Khorne and Tzeentch, it is enough to destroy these mortals.

There were so many of them that the plains more than ten kilometers wide on the front battlefield were all infected with red at this time, and the overwhelming demons rushed to the front line like a tide.

Thousands of Khorne war dogs stood out from the demons with their speed. The temptation of flesh and blood left them with only the instinct of killing, and they became the first wave of demons rushing.

Blood-like tide, blood-like tide. If your will is not firm enough, then this terrifying scene like hell is enough to crush your reason.

But the soldiers of the mortal legion were not shocked by this terrible scene. They silently guarded their trenches, and only their breathing could be heard in the quiet position. The hell laser guns and hot wire volley guns tightly held in their hands gave them enough confidence, and the comrades around them gave them enough courage.

In a sense, they were lucky, because some people didn't even have such treatment.

When the last Tzeentch fire demon on the front line was cleared, the Khorne war dogs in the distance had arrived at the feet of the first vanguard troops to land.

The most elite veterans in these legions had no time to retreat. Knowing that their death was imminent, they only had time to look back in the direction of their comrades before they were instantly submerged in the red wave of Khorne warhounds.

Roar! The first warhounds that arrived ignored the veterans' shooting and submerged them. With the low biting sounds and splashing blood, the voices of resistance in the pack gradually faded away.

The subsequent warhounds also gave up the pace of charging and joined the ranks of the first to bite. The low biting sounds and the throat sounds of fighting for food became the loudest sounds on that battlefield. In the angry eyes of the soldiers in the rear, only the occasional light of the hot melt bomb could prove that these soldiers had existed.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skulls for the skull seat!"

The savage bloodletting army and the screamers in the sky followed closely. They disdainfully passed over this group of beasts lost in flesh and blood and continued to charge towards the rear positions.

The red lasers of the Hell Gun and the Hotline Gun began to fire from the positions, and the anti-personnel mines arranged in front began to be detonated, and the infantry's rhythmic firepower bursts killed the vanguards one by one.

The Screamers had not yet dived from the sky, and the Hydra anti-aircraft guns behind the positions had begun to roar.

The 55mm heavy warheads were fired at a terrifying initial velocity. The overly powerful armor-piercing ability was a complete waste on these small and medium-sized demons. Most Screamers were torn to pieces before they could even trigger the explosive fuse of the warhead.

The fish that slipped through the net were also killed by concentrated fire after causing a small amount of damage to the front-line soldiers.

The Hydra's ammunition reserves were rapidly decreasing, but this was already the best anti-aircraft weapon for the mortal legions at the moment, and they had no choice.

The position seemed stable, but in fact it was in danger. There was no other reason, because there were too many blood-letting demons.

Every moment, demons were killed, and every moment, more demons were blown away by mines. Under their reckless attack, the minefield ahead was becoming thinner and thinner, 3 km...2 km...1 km, 800 m...600 m...300 m...

On a high ground behind the demon tide, surrounded by the heavy guards of the Brass Knights and the Lord of Blood (the elite version of the Bloodletter), the Lord of Khorne stood there.

He didn't care about the casualties at all. In this Chaos coalition army, which was mainly composed of his demons, he was obviously the leader of the legion whose words were law.

He squinted his vicious eyes and patrolled the front of the mortal legion. Once a breakthrough appeared, his brass cavalry, who were ready to move, would take advantage of the situation and create a bloody massacre.

The Chaos Space Marines who had gathered together also came to his vicinity to wait for orders. The tallest one among them, wearing a metal horn helmet as bright red as the power armor on his body, walked to him and knelt on one knee.

The champion of Khorne hid his red eyes behind his helmet, and also hid his desire for the big sword in the hands of the demon.

"My Lord, can I and my brother go up and charge?"

"No hurry, Talos, you have to be patient. When those mortals make mistakes, you will naturally have the opportunity to taste blood. You need to understand that the Father God gives us courage, but you need more patience."

"Your will!" Talos's low and suppressed voice came from the helmet.

"It is the will of the Father God!" The demon interrupted him. He looked at the tall warrior in front of him with contempt. His height of 2.8 meters was as small as a child in front of him.

"The Father God gave birth to us, and you are his humble servant! Suppress your desires, a head with only desires is not worthy to be placed in front of the Father God!"

"I obey...order..."

This was obviously not the first time Talos had received such an insult. He gritted his teeth to suppress his anger and tried his best to show his submission to the other party.

After getting the permission of the Great Demon, he turned around and threw away the blasphemous cloak with an octagonal blade on his back, and returned to the ranks of his brothers.

The Great Demon looked at his departing figure and laughed. How could he not know the intention of this guy with a rebellious head.

From the first day that Talos swore allegiance to him, he noticed his fiery eyes looking at the bloody sword in his hand that symbolized the Chaos Lord.

It's good to be ambitious! Without ambition, how can you be a good dog?

I am just one of the thousands of incarnations of the Father God, serving the Father God's vision, and reuniting with the Father God in the distant future is its ideal!

How could it care about this mere mortal right! How great are the minds of these original demons? How can these prisoners who only know how to pursue power and who have been promoted from mortals to demons understand!

Here you go! You want it if you dare! As long as you dare to take it! As long as you add more blood and glory to the Father's cause! Then all of these are yours! It roared loudly in its heart, and the blood-red aura lit up from its side. The pressure of the Lord of Khorne made the surrounding demons bow down in fear.

The battlefield ahead has entered a white-hot stage. After paying the price of tens of thousands of demons' lives, the minefield was finally consumed.

The more demons that followed were no longer able to be stopped by the firepower of the infantry. Those weak positions of mortals were finally within reach in the eyes of the endless blood-letting demon army!

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