Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 939 (08.938): "Black Shield Unrivaled"

"Blow it up! Charge!!" Poniatowski's roar, transmitted through the helmet's speakers, transformed into a thunderous sound that tore through the battlefield.

The green-skinned gunner in the rotating turret on top of the truck had obviously also noticed that he was being ambushed on the flank by a group of "small shrimps riding four-legged beasts".

It let out a savage roar, violently spun its turret, and its heavy multi-barreled machine guns unleashed a devastating hail of bullets, covering the dragoons.
These dragon riders from the new planet were brave and fearless. Their faces showed no fear, only an iron will forged in countless charges.

The riders at the front were instantly torn apart from their horses by a hail of bullets, and the men and horses rolled into a blurry, unrecognizable mass of flesh and blood.

The dragoons behind did not hesitate at all.

They spurred their genetically modified warhorses, leaping over fallen comrades and dying horses, charging headlong into the moving steel fortress.

They pulled magnetic molten metal bombs from the saddlebags on the side, pressing their bodies almost against the horse's back to minimize the area exposed to the projectiles and avoid the flying bullets.

They pressed the activation button hard with their gloved thumbs, and the bomb immediately emitted a rapid, harbinger-of-destruction beeping sound.

At the highest point of his horse's leap, one of the most daring dragoons mustered all his strength and hurled the molten bomb, imbued with the emperor's wrath, at the side armor of the truck.

The others followed suit, throwing out the death tokens they were holding.

drop!drop!drop!drop!
Bang! Bang! Boom!
Several bombs detonated almost simultaneously.

That wasn't an ordinary explosion; it was an instantaneous release of temperatures exceeding ten thousand degrees Celsius.

The truck's heavy armor plates were scorched white and melted in an instant, and then several huge gaps were blasted open, with hot molten metal gushing out.

The further transfer of heat ignited the ammunition and fuel inside the vehicle.

Soon, the entire vehicle was engulfed in flames amidst a deafening roar, ultimately transforming into a massive fireball that shot straight into the sky, the mushroom cloud of which could be seen several kilometers away.

The surviving green-skinned boys, engulfed in flames, roared as they burst from the burning wreckage, charging recklessly at the dragoons on horseback.

The soldiers calmly drew their sabers and engaged in this brutal and bloody hand-to-hand combat.

brush!brush!
Battalion Commander Poniatovsky was one with his horse, skillfully using the height advantage and amazing mobility of his warhorse to maneuver through the chaotic battlefield.

His swordsmanship was precise and ruthless, each strike carrying the force of a thunderbolt, aimed at Greenskin's short, thick neck.

The power saber emitted a deep hum from its energy field, and each swing was accompanied by heads flying into the air and alien blood splattering.

The pressure of battle was immense, and his cavalrymen were constantly risking their lives to pave the way for victory.

Boom boom boom——

Suddenly, the earth began to tremble violently.

This was not the aftershock of an explosion, but a deeper and broader tremor.

The battalion commander felt the whole world shaking as he rode on horseback, as if the planet beneath his feet was groaning in pain.

In his eyes, the distant sand dunes... were moving.

It wasn't wind-blown quicksand, but entire dunes, like a giant stage set being slowly removed, shifting, sinking, and reassembling in a way that defied common sense.

"What the hell is this thing?" the battalion commander roared, chopping off a green-skinned creature's arm with a single stroke, then slashing diagonally with his sword, slicing its head off its shoulder.

The power saber twirled nimbly in his hand, shaking off the sticky green blood from the blade.

"Battalion Commander! The Greenskins' offensive seems to have weakened! They... they seem unable to get through!" A senior sergeant in a blaring uniform rode up to the battalion commander and excitedly pointed into the distance.

It was at this moment that the battalion commander witnessed that breathtaking scene.

On the slowly shifting horizon of the sand dunes, illuminated by the cold moonlight, a troop of cavalrymen charged forward with all their might.

Leading the group was a tall female officer covered in blood. She held a tattered military flag in one hand, which was the only direction for the remaining troops behind her to advance.

Behind her, an endless horde of green-skinned creatures were relentlessly pursuing her.

"Colonel Yadvig?" the battalion commander exclaimed, his voice filled with bewilderment and shock. "Wasn't she guarding the Saint-Minnie Monastery? What... what happened there?"
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The plasma core area of ​​the energy hub has long since turned into a boiling pot of blood and flesh porridge.

This is the power supply center for They to control the movement of the landmasses, and it is the foundation of the entire plan to reverse the tide of battle.

As soon as the judge entered the central area, four black-shield cultivators stood like four silent statues, guarding the five star-shaped entrances.

The Pirus monk stood guard over one of the gates, with a humming steel bridge behind him leading to the core area.

He was now surrounded, yet he remained silent. Only the eerie blue plasma light emanating from the core area illuminated his dark, battered armor.

Bathed in blue light, he engaged in a fierce battle with the greenskins that surrounded him, wielding a chainsaw sword, sharp bone spikes that had grown from his arms, and a bolt pistol held by the bone spikes.

Boom!Boom!
The heavy footsteps of the Ironclad Terminator armor pounded the ground like war drums. Brother Nasser, clad in Terminator armor and wielding two massive power axes, launched a valiant charge.

Despite his massive size, he displayed astonishing agility, his twin axes unleashing a storm of blood and gore among the enemy ranks, turning the green-skinned creature's flesh and bones to dust.

He rushed toward the Pirus monks who were about to be submerged by the green ocean, but the desperate distance gave him an increasingly strong premonition that they were about to miss each other.

At this critical moment, a thunderous battle roar descended from the sky:
"Exterminate the aliens!"

*Swoosh—Bang!*

With a roar from the jetpack, a black meteor fell from the sky.

Boom! ! ! !

Brother Lionas's thunder hammer slammed heavily onto the dark steel floor.

The terrifying energy shockwave shattered the green-skinned wave, sending dozens of boys flying into the air, their internal organs shattered mid-air.

"Waaaaagh! Tin can!!! Take this axe!" A burly green-skinned creature roared as it charged at Brother Leonas, who had just landed.

boom!
A crisp gunshot.

The green-skinned man's head was instantly pierced by a silver explosive projectile, and it exploded with a bang.

Without even looking, Brother Lionas pulled Brother Pirus, who had been pinned down by the green-skinned creature, to his feet, and the two of them stood back to back, shielding each other's backs.

On the high-altitude circular maintenance corridor, Brother Derek, who had just fired the fatal shot, immediately resumed his sprint.

Behind him, a large group of green-skinned soldiers, like a flood bursting its banks, frantically pursued him with all sorts of weapons.

The stock of the bolt-action sniper rifle in his hand had been folded down and the barrel had been replaced with a short barrel, making the size of the entire sniper rifle similar to that of a bolt-action rifle.

This allowed Brother Derek to hold a shortened bolt-action sniper rifle in one hand and a bolt-action pistol in the other, enabling him to fire accurately with both guns while running at high speed.

Whenever he was about to be caught and surrounded and beaten, the agile and nimble Brother Derek would always manage to do something unbelievable.

Just as the green tide was about to close in again, he suddenly turned around, slammed a gun into the head of the green-skinned man at the front, and pulled the trigger. A specially made silver bullet instantly pierced through the bodies of five green-skinned men.

Meanwhile, with his other hand holding a bolt pistol, he performed dazzling and skillful gunfighting techniques, smashing or shooting bullets through the heads of the surrounding green-skinned men before escaping again.

"This tin can bangs around here! We've cornered him!"

On the other side of the circular passage, another wave of green-skinned men surged in, completely blocking Brother Derek's path forward.

Just as the two waves of green tides were about to converge and completely engulf him, the cultivator made an astonishing move.

He simply climbed over the fence beside him and jumped from a height of tens of meters.

The two green-skinned vehicles, unable to stop, collided violently, causing everyone to fall to the ground.

Drop drop drop!

The green-skinned creatures rubbed their aching heads, looking at the little thing on the ground that was making the strange noise with a puzzled expression.

It was an Astartes-sized fragmentation grenade that Derek had activated before jumping.

boom! !

The maintenance corridor at the top was ablaze with flames, and the explosive flames perfectly illuminated the agile figure of Brother Derek as he descended from the sky.

Boom!
Below, Brother Nasser had already tacitly raised the massive arm of the Ironclad Terminator and caught Derek steadily, allowing him to land safely.

The four cultivators reunited, back to back, facing four different directions, like tenacious reefs, fearlessly confronting the vast green ocean converging from all sides, threatening to completely engulf them.

Not far away, on the corridor leading to the control tower.

"Waaaaaaagh!!!!!"

Hua Hua Hua——

The entire arched bridge corridor trembled violently with the dense and heavy footsteps of the charging soldiers, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

The green-skinned creatures roared as they relentlessly charged into the energy hub building, brandishing their machetes and clattering machine guns, and charged toward the lone black-armored cultivator at the end of the corridor, wielding a halberd.

The monk wearing the skull helmet calmly and fearlessly stared at the hundreds of green-skinned men before him through his scarlet visors.

(End of this chapter)