"What--"
Marik couldn't hear their screams clearly. His teeth were itchy and his gums were sore. His soft eyes trembled slightly. What seemed like an aggressive sound suddenly stopped around him.
He couldn't hear something, but he could feel an unexpected touch.
He blinked away the sting from his tearful eyes and finally raised his head.
He saw the thing squatting on the top of the wall tearing the weak psychological defense into pieces.
This thing wears armor made of randomly welded metal plates. It has a blood-like color and is full of vertical spikes. The armor is carved with the smiling face of the alien god from World War I. Behind it is a funny rocket and a double-horned helmet. The red eyes below looked down at him.
It was covered in blood, from head to toe, and its three heads were tangled in its pauldrons with their hair, their torn necks still dripping with blood.
Even from such a distance, he could still distinguish this damn greenskin.
Marik Sr. struggled to stand upright, his failing heart losing all rhythm and sending pain instead of blood throughout his body.
Strangely, his hearing seemed to have recovered somewhat.
"Xiami."
The crouching creature spoke in a low, hard voice.
"It would be more fun if you were scared of me, but you're not, right? How strange."
Even though the pain was unbearable, Old Marik still raised his laser gun.
The next second, the rocket behind the thing fell off. It jumped down, reached out and took the gun away from his hand, like taking a toy from a child.
Then, the huge beast smashed the barrel of the gun with a punch and threw it aside without even looking at it.
"Consider this your luck-"
The greenskin reached out and tugged at the old man's hair.
"You will have a special way to die in the jumping pit."
Old Marik coughed out a stuck and meaningless syllable. He lost control of his body on the edge of death, and he couldn't feel anything when he was incontinent at the end of his life.
"The Bonecrusher is coming."
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Rosabeth Eaton's mother spent most of her time growing seedlings in the basement. Her father was a teacher, teaching the children in the neighborhood to read, write, and pray, ever since they took to the streets and told her that in this place called Waiting in the single room at home, she hadn't seen them for a while.
Outside, she could hear everyone running for their lives and crying.
The city's sirens were noisy and wailing, but there was no warning of a storm before. Usually before the sirens sounded, her parents would always let her pack her bags and prepare to go to the shelter a few days in advance.
They shouldn't have just left her here, they shouldn't have run off and left her here alone with all the other people.
The roar came from far away, and her heart beat faster every time it got closer.
Then there were footsteps, something blocked the dim light from her window, and she pulled the blanket up a little - she actually hated blankets, the fleas on them gave her itchy bumps.
But it was too cold without it, and now she needed it to hide.
waaaagh——
A voice appeared in the room. A deep roar exploded, as if a machine soul was given life.
As the girl trembled, the door was suddenly opened——
"Damn it!"
Noah Gard saw one of them as he reached for his pistol and at first thought the street was deserted, but he was wrong.
He caught a glimpse of the beast, which was almost as tall as an ordinary person. It was dressed in armor that looked like a garbage dump. It held a blood-stained meat saw and a pistol with an exaggerated caliber in its hands, and a pistol hanging on each shoulder. There was a skinned human head that was still bleeding, and the dripping liquid stuck to the armor. There were three other corpses dragging in the sand behind them, and the chains hanging from the walking beasts dug into their spines.
Each corpse seemed to have suffered tremendous torture and was shapeless. The sand and dust covered their bodies like a layer of fake skin, and the ashes stained the exposed muscles black.
Noah Gard raised his pistol in the bravest moment of his life.
The next moment, the thing turned around, followed by a loud crack of lightning and thunder.
Something hit Noah Gard's abdomen like a truck. He couldn't even scream. All the air in his lungs was squeezed out. He didn't even have time to fall down before his abdomen exploded.
In just a moment, he exploded into pieces.
It didn't hurt at all. He saw stars twinkling and buildings shaking. When his chest hit the ground, he fell into darkness. The light of life in his eyes disappeared when his head fell to the ground and shattered, and his internal organs were scattered on the ground.
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"Asshole!"
Safia Casanova shook her fist at the closed door.
"Let us in."
Their refuge in this part of the neighborhood was in the basement, a dive bar on a three-way intersection.
She never drank there. The only time she spent more than five minutes here in many years was because of the sandstorm four years ago. At that time, most of the area was ravaged by sandstorms for more than three weeks, and homes were destroyed.
She stood with others outside the closed door, locked outside their emergency shelter.
"They locked it up too early."
The sounds come and go.
"This is not a storm."
"Did you see the fire?"
"Why did they seal the gate?"
"Let them go!"
Shafia ran her fingers along the cracks in the door, but she didn't find any weak points, and there was nothing she could do except for the body squeezing in from behind.
If they kept pouring into the basement, she would soon be crushed against the scrap metal.
"They won't open the door."
"It's already full."
The last words made her shake her head. How could it be full? This bunker can accommodate 400 people, and there are only about 60 people with her outside.
"Stop fucking crowding!"
others shouted.
"We can't get it off."
Shafia just grumbled when someone squeezed her from behind. Her face was pressed against the cold iron door, and now she couldn't even wave her arms to clear a gap for herself.
"etc--"
The next moment, the faint lamentation when the door opened was the most beautiful sound she had ever heard. The people on the side cried with joy and finally took a step back.
A pair of sweaty hands pushed at the crack of the door, trying to open it when the door hinges were extremely short of lubricant.
"Merciful God Emperor..."
As one of the people at the front, Shafia whispered to the scene inside - corpses were piled on the floor, each one so mutilated that they could not be identified.
The blood gathered into a sticky and dirty river and gushed out from between the legs of Shafia and the people behind him. Those who could not see it had already started pushing and pushing in the front row, eager to get false comfort.
Shafia looked at the limbs spread out everywhere. The blood-spattered fingers slowly moved across the ground in the pool of blood. The torsos were piled on top of each other, scattered at the place where they died, or gathered in a pile. The walls were covered with rough blood. The fog was mottled.
"etc--"
The scene was so chaotic that she couldn't even hear her own voice, and the crowding behind didn't stop.
"etc…"
She was pushed down by the pressure from behind and fell into the room. When she fell over the threshold, she heard the sound of the chain saw starting.
In an instant, blood spattered, and a group of stout beasts emerged from hiding. Behind them, machines that looked like drills were drilling out of the concrete floor.
"waaaaaaaaagh!"
The leader of the beast was splashing with foam as he spoke, but no one knew what it was going to say——
On the third day after the Battle of the Ashes Plains, the Bonebreakers concentrated their forces and continued to advance north, passing through the defense lines and finally entering the Furnas Hive.
The defense chief of the hive city collapsed under the tremendous pressure and chose to surrender without firing a single shot. That afternoon, a large group of greenskin troops entered the hive city and began a wanton massacre. More than two billion people were slaughtered in 12 hours. .
Most died from slashing and mauling and various death games, until they grew tired of it and, to increase efficiency, found several large pits, pushed tens of thousands of residents into them, and burned or buried them alive.
Some residents also escaped from the hive city, but they were not favored by the emperor. The hundreds of kilometers long refugee team was surrounded by green-skinned motorcycle troops in the desert, and they were forced to return to the hive city and become slaves in the death factory.
At this point, the war on the ground on Armageddon had deteriorated to the point where the local garrison was completely unable to solve it. Two hours after the Invernus tragedy broke out, the local Astrology Office issued an external message for the first time since the first Armageddon War. Red warning signal——
