Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 940, page 08.939: 『The impending collapse of the battle』

When the stench, a mixture of the breath, sweat, and blood of countless orcs, became so thick that it seemed to permeate even the power armor, the Greenskins' charge was already imminent.

The ground trembled with their heavy footsteps, carrying with it a hysterical madness and a thirst for killing.

click!
The chainsaw was retracted by Brother Albion with a fluid and unparalleled movement, the blade pressed tightly against his terracotta shoulder armor, held behind his back in a poised and ready manner.

He leaned forward slightly, every genetically modified muscle fiber taut, like a siege bow drawn to its fullest extent, ready to unleash a devastating arrow.

Hey!
A visible shockwave exploded outwards from him; it was the powerful wind generated by his armored boots shattering the ground as he launched his charge.

Brother Albion, the solitary angel of death, wielding his roaring chainsaw, charged like a valiant warrior from ancient Terran legends, sweeping away enemy generals from the midst of a vast army. Alone and resolute, he charged headlong into the oncoming green tidal wave that seemed capable of devouring everything.

In the instant that solitary black silhouette came into contact with the surging green tide, time seemed to stretch out.

The chainsaw tumbled through the air with a graceful yet deadly arc as the monk Albion's body swung; he wasn't simply slashing, but rather he had become an integral part of the weapon.

The heavy halberd head cleaved into the densest part of the green tide with the force of thunder. The orcs at the point of impact, whether caught off guard or raising their weapons to block, were all cut in two from top to bottom. Then, the moment the chainsaw halberd turned horizontally, the monk Albion twisted the halberd, turning the cleavage into a sweep, and a devastating arc of light swept out.

The horrifying sound of flesh being torn apart became the accompaniment to the chainsaw engine's ear-piercing roar.

The serrated teeth spun at high speed, turning bones, muscles, and inferior iron armor into dust, creating a crimson vortex of flesh and entrails amidst the green-skinned frenzy.

More green-skinned creatures howled and blindly rushed into this vortex of steel and death, only to be reduced to countless flying fragments, adding a new dimension to this horrific scene.

The movements of the Albion monks were a killing art honed through countless wars.

His movements were sometimes as heavy as a mountain, sometimes as light as a shadow; the halberd seemed to come alive in his hands, wielded with unparalleled skill.

Whether it's a long-range piercing attack or a close-range parry and counterattack, it's unpredictable even by Astartes' standards.

In the center of this chaotic killing field, he was the eye of the storm, and not a single beast could actually touch his armor.

The green-skinned remains, shredded by the chainsaw halberd, piled higher and higher, mixed with viscous blood and broken entrails, forming a nauseating barrier behind him, completely blocking the corridor leading to the control tower.
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Deep within the operations tower, Commander Horatio resides in the temple within.

The only light came from a huge holographic war sand table, which depicted the intense battle with cold precision.

On the sand table, Colonel Yadwiga's insignia is seen speeding across the battlefield.

"Colonel Jadwiga, has the monastery been defended?" Horatio contacted her through the command communications.

“No, Commander. All the outer points have fallen. The Greenskin offensive is even fiercer than we expected. By the time we defeated the Greenskins attacking from the right flank, the outer perimeter of the monastery had already fallen. We have no way to enter the monastery from the outside, so we had to come to support this area. I think if we can take care of the enemy at the energy center first, we might have the strength to return and reinforce…”

"We're out of manpower, Colonel. One soldier here has to do the work of ten. What's the situation at the monastery?"

Yadwiga galloped on his warhorse, reporting with a frustrated expression: "The defeated Sintira troops are retreating into the monastery under the cover of the sailors. The Ministry of Justice's bailiffs are guarding the gates and halls with mobile breastworks and riot shields. The Kriegs and the 10th Leaping Battalion are using the high ground of the walls to engage the Greenskins. But I think their ammunition will run out before their manpower."

Inside the monastery. "Waaaaaaagh!!!"

That vast and ferocious roar, like a shockwave capable of shaking the soul, became the only sound in the ears of Grand Justice Javert.

The dull roar of a large-caliber combat shotgun when it fires seems so insignificant amidst this destructive sonic surge, like a candle flickering in the wind.

The green buildings, like a dark green tsunami, surged up the hundreds of wide steps on the front of the church, their sheer number seemingly threatening to dye the entire world green.

In the first row, Imperial bailiffs, clad in heavy riot armor, gripped a tower-shaped riot shield that was one with their bodies in one hand, and a buzzing power riot hammer in the other.

Their black armor and golden shoulder armor formed an impenetrable defensive line. Behind them were second, third, and even fourth rows of equally sturdy human walls, ready to fill any gaps that might appear.

Starting from the fifth row, the second line of defense consisted of Imperial Navy boarding personnel. Their cumbersome Void combat suits, designed for brutal shipboard combat, were perfectly suited to the situation. Their power axes and shotguns formed the final steel barrier preventing the Greenskins from storming into the hall.

Above them, on the corridors and flying arches, soldiers from the Krieg Death Legion and the last remaining organized soldiers of the 10th Leaping Battalion of the Sintira Fusiliers were pouring fire down upon them.

The Lucius-type laser guns in their hands fired at even higher power, and the interwoven web of fire was almost inaudible amidst the deafening roar; only streaks of red light could be seen slicing through the dim air.

However, this dense barrage of firepower still could not completely stop the approaching green tide. Finally, the first green-skinned creature rushed to the top of the steps.

A young bailiff standing in the front row looked at the brutal alien through the visor of his helmet, at its scarlet, ferocious little eyes, at the foul-smelling spittle that spewed from its yellowed fangs with each roar, and at the clump of wet entrails barely held together under its filthy armor.

For a normal human, such injuries would be enough to warrant death in battle, but it seemed completely unconcerned, charging towards the Imperial army's defenses with a certain savage joy.

They were practically like zombies born to fight.

His breathing became heavy and rapid, and his knuckles turned white from excessive force.

In the second row, an elderly police officer with graying temples, who had served for many years, reached out and patted heavily on his gold shoulder armor.

The young bailiff shuddered, turned his head, and saw the older officer nod firmly to him through his mask, signaling him to calm down.

The young bailiff turned his head again and looked at the approaching, terrifying carpet on the horizon of the steps, composed of scarlet eyes, yellowed fangs, and rough green skin.

"Dense formation!" Grand Justice Javert raised the enormous riot scepter in his hand, the tip of which crackled with arcs of energy.

"For the Emperor and for Justice!"

"Huh!"

The bailiffs let out one last unified battle cry, their shields clashing against each other with a dull thud. They reformed their formation, forming a tight, steel-like square, ready to meet the devastating onslaught.

(End of this chapter)