The roar of artillery fire, the roar of chain saws, the scream of life passing away.
In this meat grinder battlefield, which cannot be described in words, thousands of lives are disappearing in an instant every moment.
The torrent of steel from the Titans of the Ember Wolves and various super-heavy tanks continues to tear apart the waves of flesh and blood of the Khorne demons. The angry roars and molten blasts of the mortal auxiliaries come one after another, and the metal storms and explosive flames of explosive bombs The storm left countless vivid corpses on the scorched earth.
An irreversible situation can happen at any time, and in the face of this endless crisis, only will and determination can compete with it.
Each Astartes fought to the death to carve a bloody path through the tide of flesh and blood.
Each mortal auxiliary's fervent death leaves a brilliant ball of molten fire in the demonic horde.
After the reactor of each Titan god machine runs out of energy, it will choose to overload directly, igniting stars called human will in the Khorne demon army that reclaims mountains and seas.
Life may fade away, but loyalty lasts forever.
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Kahn struggled to pull out the chain ax from the chest of the vampire in front of him. The sticky and dirty blood splashed freely under the roar of the engine, and slowly dripped along the scarred ceramite shell of the power armor.
He could clearly see that the dilapidated single-molecule sawtooth on it had reached its limit again, and the ammunition reserve on the holographic tactical panel had been exhausted.
Kahn had no choice but to raise his spare bolt pistol to blow away the head of the vampire in front of him, and incinerate his corpse with the last molten pellet in his hand. However, the endless wave of demons swarmed up in an instant without losing any momentum.
They attacked Kahn like a pack of wolves seeking blood.
"Damn..."
He realized he couldn't stay here too long.
Kahn immediately retreated to the trench behind, his heavy magnetic boots stepping over countless corpses in miserable death conditions, most of which were even Space Marines that Kahn knew well.
——Kahn knew that if he hesitated a little while retreating to regroup, he would also join the queue of these corpses.
After Kahn's tall figure retreated, the artillery cover from the rear immediately tore apart the waves of demons that were swarming up.
The roar of bolts and the buzz of molten fire echoed in the Corpse Hill all the time. The Astartes, who were retrograde in the hail of bullets, returned to the trench at a speed that was difficult for ordinary people to catch.
The dull heavy breathing was accompanied by the ups and downs of the ceramic armor, and the tired tinnitus from the long battle had already made Kahn's thoughts, which were tense to the limit, increasingly empty.
However, he didn't have any time to rest.
[Combat unit: Commander Kahn of the 8th Assault Company]
[There are still 30 seconds left in the re-equipment time. 】
The cold and urgent data and countdown from the Primarch were lingering in his ears, and Kahn did not hesitate to remove the already broken saw teeth from the chain ax in front of him within a few seconds.
Click, click.
The brand-new monomolecular serrations were reinstalled with Kahn's precise and skillful techniques, and the bolt pistol and melta shotgun he carried were loaded at a speed that was difficult for the human eye to achieve, without even a slight tremor.
This is muscle memory that has been repeated hundreds of times.
"…call."
Kahn took a deep breath for a moment. He felt that the hum that was gradually disrupting his thoughts was gradually replaced by the clear sound of gunfire. It was the superhuman organ called artificial meninges that was digesting the exhaustion that could defeat any mortal.
For an Astartes, just a moment of deep breathing will relieve long-standing fatigue, and even a few seconds of rest can revive him.
In extreme cases, an Astartes can even maintain high-intensity combat without sleep for hundreds of years.
After confirming that the equipment in his hand was enough to continue fighting at high intensity for at least several Terra months, Kahn quickly left the trench filled with cold corpses and returned to the meat grinder battlefield that had lasted for an unknown length of time.
Months, years...? Or hundreds of years?
Kahn had no idea about this. Even the extremely precise biological clock in the Astartes body was disrupted at some point, and all that lingered in his ears were endless gunfire and roars, as well as the heavy sharp blades from the blasphemous demon.
However, those are not important anymore.
Looking at the endless demon army, Kahn tightened his grip on the trigger of the chain axe.
War is the only meaning of Astartes life.
[The appearance of the target individual Blood Angel is detected, and plan α-13 is activated. 】
Suddenly, the cold voice sounded again.
In Kahn's unbelievable sight, a majestic scarlet figure appeared in front of the wave of flesh and blood.
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The vicious Butcher's Nail reawakened Angron's consciousness, which symbolized that the great power from the Blood God once again reshaped his disintegrated form.
The scarlet and dirty pupils were opened again, and in his field of vision, there were only endless corpses.
The waves of flesh and blood are still rolling, and the crazy roar lingers for a long time.
He saw enemies whose wills burned with hatred.
There is an indescribable sense of familiarity around them.
Looking at the Titans engraved with blood-red wolves, and the blue and white Astartes...
Angron's consciousness was a little dazed.
The familiar roar of the chain ax seemed to be digging into something in his subconscious.
But...what exactly is it?
After all...something important has been forgotten...
The nail bit into the beast's brain again, and the endless pain instantly turned into a whip from the Blood God.
The brief period of sobriety was replaced by the 888th sinking again.
--kill! ! !
Angron's shattered soul roared almost instinctively, his huge blood-red wings fluttering with terrifying air currents, and his tall scarlet figure rushed like a battering ram into the artillery fire emplacement that had brought him countless destructions.
The only thing that matters is killing.
The only thing that matters is killing.
Yes, he didn't care about anything at all - anything heavy and meaningful would be eaten away by the vicious bite of the nails.
Angron was already familiar with all this.
The heavy black sword of the Blood Red Angel tore through countless fragile bodies in an instant, and the solid and thick ceramic armor was also torn into pieces under the tremendous power.
Like a red meteor, the demonic primarch galloped on the battlefield, bathing in the endless oncoming artillery fire crazily and without knowing any pain.
Tanks and armored vehicles one after another were overturned in Angron's mad charge.
One after another, the Titans and Astartes were torn apart by the blade of the black sword.
The blood and skulls are growing more and more, and the roar of joy coming from the brass throne is becoming more and more prominent.
"Blood sacrifice to the blood god!!"
"Skull Sacrifice Seat!!"
The red demon angel roared crazily, bathing in the endless rain of blood composed of mortals and Astartes.
He longed for it all. Angron longed for this disorder and hysterical madness.
Under the shadow of his huge wings are endless waves of demons.
——Buzz! ! !
Accompanied by the roar of the chain axe's engine, the heavy scarlet magnetic boots slowly stepped into the blood rain.
The low roar of the Blood God echoed continuously on the endless plain of corpses.
In Angron's turbid and scarlet vision, a pair of gilt eyes burning with flames were reflected.
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