Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 917 08.916: 'Victory or Ruin'

hum!
A loud roar came from mid-air.

The black meteor, trailing a dark blue streak, slammed into the black orc with a deafening roar, sending the four-meter-tall beast staggering.

The Holy Blood Chainsaw Sword roared instantly, frantically biting into the heavy black iron armor, precisely targeting the weak point of the hinge on the arm.

boom!
Metal flew everywhere as the chainsaw sword finally tore through the giant hand that was gripping the heavy mace.

Without the support of his arm strength, the heavy spiked club flew out of the black orc's hand.

The female knight nimbly leaped from her galloping warhorse, narrowly avoiding the spiked club that whistled overhead.

She grabbed the reins and used the momentum to gallop a few steps with the warhorse, then stomped her foot on the ground and leaped into the air again, flipping herself onto the horse. The whole movement was fluid and graceful, like a breathtaking acrobatic act.

Mounting on horseback, she once again brandished her military flag and spear, charging towards the wounded black orc.

The big man roared, grabbing Horatio's arm tightly with his only remaining arm, trying to shake him off.

Horatio used one hand to resist the black orc's terrifying strength, while with the other hand he grabbed the heavy black iron horn helmet on its head and ripped it outwards.

Now, Horatio no longer needs that mysterious iron hand to easily wield the Holy Blood Chainsaw Sword, which no mortal could possibly hold with one hand.

This laid the foundation for liberating Tieshou to achieve greater tactical benefits.

This is not only due to the enhancement of his physical genes by Latti, but also to the support of more advanced technology.

He was wearing the 'Great Conqueror' class (Caesar class) power armor that Lati had custom-made for him.

This experimental individual power armor, which combines some of the technology from the Tau "Frostheart" mech and was further modified by Lati using Imperial technology, has undergone its first combat test since its completion.

(The Azure Trail is the glowing firelight of the same jet system as the 'Froststar' mech.)
Squeak—Bang!

Horatio ripped off the hinge that connected the helmet to the breastplate with his bare hands.

The structure, which was more than one centimeter thick, was broken in two by the iron hand's incredible strength.

Without the protection of their heavy helmets, the dark green orcs' crimson eyes were finally exposed, and they were now staring intently at Horatio.

Its face was covered with battle scars of all sizes, giving it a bright orange color.

Its right eye was blind, covered by a long, grotesque scar.

The warhorse's iron hooves were close, and Horatio leaped off the black orc, using his chainsaw sword to cut off its last remaining arm before leaving.

The black orc, with both arms severed, had blood gushing from his severed limbs like a fountain.

With a loud shout, the female knight thrust the tip of her spear, along with the thunderous impact of her warhorse, straight at the black orc's face.

puff!
The skull shattered, and the tissues in the orc's brain, along with fragments of the skull, shot backward like shotgun pellets.

The enormous creature crashed to the ground.

After catching her breath, the female colonel finally had a chance to look at the unfamiliar soldier who had fallen from the sky.

She clearly did not recognize the soldier clad in unheard-of technological armor, and could only tell from the identification marks and rank he wore that he was a colleague from the Imperial Navy.

Rare indeed. The Imperial Navy, high above the heavens, is actually going to the ground battlefield.

Could the deafening roars amidst the swirling yellow sand also be the work of the Imperial Navy?

There was no time for greetings. The crumbling Sintira flintlock musketeers had already scattered from their positions in organized formation.

It started with the collapse of a company, then defeatism spread like a plague across the entire front, followed by a battalion, a regiment, and finally the total collapse of the entire defensive line.

The female colonel rushed onto the ruins of a collapsed building.

"Citizen soldiers! Regroup! The greens have surrounded the church from all sides! We have nowhere to retreat!"

She raised the blood-stained military flag high, waving it in mid-air, her voice loud and passionate, carrying the appeal and influence of a leader: "We! The 'New Land' Dragoon Regiment! The vanguard of Brigadier General Rana's 5th Brigade! We are the last force to break through the encirclement and provide support before the encirclement is fully formed!"

Upon hearing that the greens had surrounded the church and all reinforcements had been cut off, the fleeing Sintira flintlock musketeers finally stopped in their tracks.

Some of them collapsed to their knees in despair; some wept bitterly; others stared wide-eyed, as if everything before them was an illusion.

Even worse, upon hearing the news, some people pulled out precision laser pistols from their waists, hesitating whether to shoot themselves and end their lives.

But none of this deterred the colonel's determination to regroup.

With great passion, she drew her cavalry power sword from her waist, the blade radiating a dazzling burst of energy.

“但是！我们还没有到最绝望的时刻！拉纳准将正在与志愿支援教堂的南苏蒂将军的第三近卫骑兵军汇合！第18掷弹兵团！第161战列燧发枪团！第211战列燧发枪团！第5胸甲骑兵团！第12胸甲骑兵团！第2近卫卡宾骑兵团！都在增援我们的路上！”

"And the Imperial Navy's Gothic Fleet! The naval forces of the light cruisers 'Swift Skyhawk' and 'Rising Feather', the Krieg Training Corps, and the bailiffs of the Gothic Ministry of Justice."

Horatio's voice boomed like thunder as he raised the still-dripping Holy Blood Chainsaw sword high, erecting an even more bloody and dazzling "red flag":
"Who says the battle is lost?! The battle has only just begun!"

"Look! Even our comrades from the Imperial Navy have risked their lives to come to the sandstorm-swept ground to support us! How can you abandon your front lines! Abandon your duties?!" The female colonel passionately rallied morale.

The demoralized Sintira flintlock musketeers looked at each other in bewilderment.

The person who was crying stopped crying, and the person who was hesitating to commit suicide by shooting himself began to tremble with the hand holding the gun.

"Listen! Citizens of the Empire! Reinforcements are on their way! Our only chance of survival now is to hold this land to the death! Wait for Brigadier General Rana and his valiant grenadiers, and his invincible cuirassiers, to break through the enemy's lines!"
You've all heard of General Nansutti and the 3rd Guards Cavalry Corps' reputation! He never breaks his word! You've also heard of Brigadier General Rana's exploits! He and his grenadiers never fail! As long as the 3rd Guards Cavalry Corps and the valiant grenadiers launch their attack, everything will be alright!
Now! Return to your battle positions! Don't let them only be able to clean up our messes! Victory belongs to us! Victory belongs to the Empire!

Behind the female colonel, the blood-soaked dragoons, who had slaughtered the green-skinned invaders climbing the wall, were the first to raise their laser guns and sabers, their adrenaline surging after the fierce battle, shouting excitedly and excitedly: "Long live the Empire!!!"

After a brief silence, many of the scattered Sintira flintlock soldiers also raised their voices and joined in shouting "Long live the Empire!" and "Long live the Emperor!"

These shouts were mostly to bolster their own courage and suppress the fear that had already shattered their spirits.

But in any case, a crippled organization on the verge of collapse was thus reorganized.

Although morale is low and there is a risk of collapse at any time, at least the situation has been stabilized for the time being.

The female colonel breathed a sigh of relief.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead with her buttoned cuffs, and, looking slightly weary, jumped off the ruins and walked toward the man who had fallen from the sky.

She could only tell that he was a high-ranking officer, but the fact that the Imperial Navy was fighting on the ground was something she had never heard of before.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Regardless, she had to stand with this precious ally and defend this last foothold.

It's either victory or decay.

(End of this chapter)