Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"Sir Elspeth, the vanguard has officially contacted the greenskins. Emperor Franz requires the Pious Legion to launch an attack immediately."

In front of Espeth was a narrow corridor of several hundred meters. Karak Dreadnought was not as big as the Eight Peaks Mountain, and it lacked the resources to build a giant Titan Gate a hundred meters high.

However, this long and narrow corridor is one of the few well-preserved passages in the earthquake. It is flanked by rock walls dozens of meters high, and shooting holes of various sizes are hidden in the dark. It is difficult to predict how severe the blow will be once you enter it.

Elspeth had no sympathy for the Sons of the Empire. She lived in three generations of legends, and every rumor said that the Amethyst Archmage was the protector of the Empire, the executioner of Sigmar, and also a messenger of death...even for the Empire.

"The Conqueror's Condition."

Grand Master Amethyst did not pay attention to the status of the fanatics. The value of all these people added together was far less than that of the steam tanks that Wissen County had spent two hundred years continuously improving.

The devout had personally engraved the mark of purity on the armored version. Even though Lord Wiesen could produce imitations with greater power and firepower at any cost, these blessed machines that were not corroded by evil magic were the pride of the Elector's family and the most precious relics of the entire Gunnery Academy.

"All is well, the shrill whistle confirms the conqueror's eagerness to fight!"

"very good……"

Elspeth took the lead and entered the corridor with the powerful scarlet dragon. There were no skeletons here, but it would soon be filled with blood and death. There might be mostly greenskins or humans, but Elspeth believed that he would definitely win in the end.

The battle priests who led the zealots held high the skullcrusher hammers that were imitations of the one forged by Gail Maraz. The light of the double-tailed comet shone like fire in their eyes, and countless holy words glowed on the surface of the heavy plate armor.

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

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

The army began with prayers of rage and faith, followed by the soul flames emitted by the priests that enveloped the army. The priests were the agents of Sigmar's teachings. They did not know magic, nor were they good at interpreting profound and difficult prophecies. They believed that one of the few ways to get close to Sigmar was to use skull crushers to make close contact with the heads of evil creatures, and to use their power to announce the coming of Sigmar.

The Conqueror started shakily. As a holy relic kept by the Lord of Wissen, they were specially authorized by the High Priest to use the double-tailed comet and griffin symbol. A handsome gilded griffin, with its wings spread like the tail flame of a double-tailed comet, and its claws tightly grasping a war hammer, stood proudly above the tank.

Modularity is a concept that has recently emerged in the Gunnery Academy. Many engineering masters believe that it is necessary to choose to replace powerful war machines with more powerful weapons based on the real-time situation of the war.

This idea was approved by the Countess, but there would always be some obstacles when it came to holy relics. Every change made by the conqueror should be approved by the great chanter...

This time, in order to help the dwarves and prove that the Empire followed Sigmar's teachings, the steam cannon that was originally the Conqueror's secondary weapon was replaced with a asphalt flamethrower that is suitable for killing large areas of enemies.

The tank commander roared at the tank to increase its power and keep up with the pace of Grand Master Amethyst, and scolded the fanatics who were marching in chaos around them to stay away from the vehicle. He did not want to hear a lot of friendly casualties reports after the war.

Perhaps this was the first time that infantry and tanks worked together, but the effect was probably quite good. The crude crossbow arrows that appeared from the shooting holes on both sides were simply unable to pierce the Conqueror's external armor. Some threatening armor-piercing fireballs, or huge rocks and iron blocks, also successfully sent the Conqueror into the corridor under the cover of the fanatics using their bodies as smoke bombs.

The greenskins appeared, more violent than in the past few days, like zombies that had eaten Nurgle's thick soup, unaware of the pain in their bodies. The armored troops closely followed the Zealots, and some of the sharpshooters with long-barreled muskets were already shooting at a distance of 100 meters, focusing on those who were particularly large and were obviously the greenskin bosses.

The bullet successfully pierced through the spliced ​​armor picked up from the garbage dump. In order to pursue shooting stability, the long-barreled bullet was sharper overall, which was very different from the ordinary homemade round lead bullets, but its lethality was by no means inferior.

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 a high-speed airflow, forming a cavity inside the body that is dozens of times larger than the entrance, and the person will die in severe pain and bleeding.

But the greenskins are obviously not ordinary people. Unless they are hit in the head and heart, these guys whose bodies are already riddled with holes can still rely on their strong vitality and charge forward shouting "waaaagh".

From a distance of one hundred meters, the Conqueror opened fire. The heavy artillery that was powerful enough to smash the giant's head, in the blessed barrel engraved with countless prayers, was lit with the action of fine black gunpowder personally mixed by the engineering master of the Gunnery Academy.

The heavy shaking sound shocked the enemy. Even with the assistance of the stable rune array, the overly large caliber still caused the Conqueror to have obvious pauses.

The arc of death descended upon the battlefield once again, and solid shells carved out three straight gaps among the greenskins.

Whips, flails, maces, these crude weapons with equally ferocious attitudes, in the hands of fanatics turned into hymns to Sigmar. A round of baptism of firepower exchanged was exchanged for a contact of flesh and blood.

When the boys chop off the head of a bean sprout they have just chopped off, they will hit him with all their might, smashing his smug face into pieces.

Three breaths of fire swept across the battlefield. The commander's stern and excited expression was clearly visible under the firelight. With just a little bit of flame, the attached asphalt would devour the enemy bit by bit like a maggot on the tarsal bone.

The artillery was successfully erected with the courage of the Pious Legion who were ready to die. The sky-high artillery fire was the pride of the Wissen Territory. It was said that the simultaneous sound of hundreds of steel cannons would receive the guidance of Sigmar, allowing the wrath of the empire to crush all evil.

Fanatical martyrs, indestructible war machines, well-trained legionnaires, 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 made the whole mountain shake, and the flying dust and snow made it look like the end of the world.

Some people began to want to avoid the artillery fire because they saw their companions die in the shells, but the priest's shouting made them understand that these shells were definitely not enemies.

"Only a coward would fear his own artillery! Sigmar guides us!"

"Sigma!"

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

Amid the silence of the crowd and the clamor of the battlefield, light replaced the smoke of gunpowder. The priest held a warhammer high, carrying an orc's head, and the light of incomparable faith was constantly reflected from his body.

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