"Where are the people?"
While all the Cadian people were confused, a red, moving haze began to appear in the fortress, and an eerie smell began to permeate the fortress.
Under the horrified gaze of the Cadian, moving, indistinct figures coalesced in the gathering miasma, clawed limbs burst forth from tearing the curtain, sickly inhuman fingers clutched rusty swords, triangular ribbons The horned head squeezed out hard.
Garlan Salomon had heard stories, whispered by parents and priests, that could have led to a fatal visit from the Inquisition - but every Cadian knew that these stories The creatures in it are not just hated aliens, but something even more heretical.
They are creations of the Warp, pure evil, brutal beasts, an abomination that should not be spoken of, a power worshiped by those who shun the Emperor's teachings and brought into the world.
Demons, that's the only word that fits them.
"Everyone, be careful, come closer to me! Don't approach them!"
Garland Salomon yelled for the soldiers to retreat deeper into the fortress. At this time, the sky was covered with crimson light, emitting a strange light, allowing smooth red-skinned humanoids to enter this dimension.
They are muscular and fearsome, with brutal mouths filled with rows of gleaming fangs. The nostrils opened evilly, as if he had smelled the death around him, and the hazy yellow eyes locked on all living people with predatory gaze.
Then the Bloodletters roared and brandished jagged black swords enchanted with the power of death, ready to harvest souls for their Lord.
"cheer up!"
A voice shouted, that was the voice of Commissar Grigori. Garland Salomon could detect a trembling fear in it, but the tone was confident enough to free the soldiers from the cold panic.
"No big deal! Cadian, these are just your enemies, stand up and fight them! How dare you fear them more than the Emperor! When He asks you to stand up and knock these filth down, you have nothing to fear! "
Suddenly, a dull horn sounded in the distance.
"Um?"
The red pirate leader, who seemed a little weak after summoning the demon, also heard the horn sound, and he also felt the slight vibration of the ground. At this time, he had ordered everyone to launch a full-scale attack on the fortress, and basically all the troops rushed up.
"What the hell?"
He froze when he saw the flag rising on the horizon.
Dankizik's horse sensed the scent of battle and tightened its reins until Dankizik reined it in.
"Relax..."
He reassured, patting the side of his mount's face.
They all crave battle, whether with horses or men.
The scale of the attack on Drade was huge, and blood was flowing everywhere in the world. As the only Attila barbarian cavalry regiment stationed on the planet, the more than ten thousand cavalry led by Monduk Chanyu became a very important fire-fighting force.
But now the situation is very bad. The Attila people are rushing to help and their troops are scattered. Dankizik was ordered by his father Munduk to rescue the surrounded Qadians, and the force he received was only a thousand-man team. Fortunately, he was supported by a group of Krieg cavalry halfway. There were now about two thousand cavalry.
But this number is not much. If he wants to win with one blow, he must seize the most critical opportunity.
The melee between Cadian and the Heretic was so intense that it was impossible to discern the details of either side, and corpses were piled up, trampled underfoot by their own kind.
Human corpses, slaughtered and bleeding, were covered with flesh and blood on the muddy ground.
Although the heretic army seemed endless at first, Dankizik carefully arranged the army. The cavalry used the ruins of hills composed of a large amount of metal garbage on the outskirts of Aining City to hide and maneuver to the battlefield, occupying the battlefield with the heretic. An area with an oblique angle.
Time passed by, and as most of the Heretic forces joined the battle, the side facing the Imperial cavalry became thinner and the flanks were exposed.
"Master, we should charge now."
suggested Dankizik's bloodguard, who couldn't wait to get his spear covered in blood.
The son of Shanyu put down the telescope for the second time. Under the thick felt hat, his thin face covered with scars, a pair of eagle eyes shined brightly.
Each Attila proudly bears a long scar as part of their coming-of-age ceremony, and to create the most impressive scar, the fresh wound is smeared with ash.
"Wait, wait."
"If we don't take action, the Cadian people may be doomed."
"hold on."
Dankzik said, wanting to take another look with the telescope, but paused.
He hoped to see some trace of the enemy leader, but he did not find him in the enemy group. Maybe it was closer to the front line, but it should appear soon.
Suddenly, he noticed the tension in the air and the hairs on his skin stood up.
Dankizik is an untouchable person. In Attila's culture, people like him are also called evil-breakers. This is an honor that comes from the Attila people's deep hatred of all evil magic. They Consider the untouchable a blessing.
And because the people of Attila did not like the custom of bathing, they all had a strong smell, which relieved the weird atmosphere of the untouchables.
Dankzik looked towards the middle of the battlefield and finally saw the shining thing.
"It turns out he is an evil witch and deserves to be killed!"
"Master, how should we deal with him?"
After hearing the Blood Guard's words, Dankzik's anger turned into cunning. His mustache curled up, revealing a ferocious smile.
"Burn them."
After saying that, he put down the telescope in his hand with a bang, pulled out his sword, and raised it high.
"Blow the trumpet and charge!"
When the Attila people's flag appeared on the battlefield, the red pirates were stunned. These knights armed with melt lances and explosive lances and riding huge war beasts swept from one side of the battlefield like a strong wind. It's like a storm that catches people off guard.
And not only the Attila people, but the Krieg Death Troopers also joined the charge.
"Turn! Turn! Block them!"
The officers of the Red Pirates kicked and beat the soldiers hard, trying to get them to form a blockade with machine guns and bayonets. However, the defense line formed in the panic was as fragile as paper. The tyrant soldiers were close to each other, holding laser guns in trembling hands. With a pale face, he stared at the roaring cavalry with fear——
The next moment, the huge war beast knocked them down and trampled them to pieces. The spears pierced their bodies like breaking a water tank. The nearly two thousand cavalrymen were like sharp sabers, instantly piercing through the Red Pirates' attacking queue. The left side penetrates all the way to the right, no matter whether they are Space Marines or mortals, they are all equal under the spear, and those armors are also taken care of by cluster grenades.
The Attilans chanted ancient war songs as they killed, while the Kriegs were silent and killed with brutal efficiency.
They were both incredibly good warriors, but the contrast was so stark.
After a round of charge, the spears of all the cavalry were dripping with blood, and dirt slid off the spears like running water, making the spear tips as smooth as if they had just been forged, but the bloody day was far from over.
