Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 941 (08.940): "A desperate battle"

The greenskins, who had finally flooded into the monastery, used their crudely made dagger-wielding guns to indiscriminately fire at the "shrimp" who were exchanging fire with them above the monastery.

The accuracy is questionable, but the quantity makes up for everything.

Bullets rained down on the ancient walls of the monastery like hail, riddling the exquisite stone carvings and flying arches with holes, and lime and debris rained down on the bailiffs and their shields.

boom!
With a deafening roar, the greens in the distance dragged on their ultimate weapon—a terrifying 800mm cannon welded together from abandoned industrial pipes and warship wreckage.

"Give them a good blast!!!" The green-skinned leader in charge of commanding the giant cannon stepped on the scrap metal buried in the sand, his machete pointing directly at the war-torn outline of the monastery.

call out!
An almost invisible laser beam pierced precisely through its brow.

The intense heat evaporated his brain in an instant, leaving a charred, hollow hole.

In the shadows, a petite female archer manipulated the long-barreled laser gun with an expressionless face.

Through the 18x adjustable scope, she calmly hunted down every high-value target on the battlefield.

She immediately realized that the dark muzzle of the cannon was aimed at the monastery's vulnerable courtyard, and that this high-threat unit had to be eliminated.

call out!
Another green-skinned soldier, who was struggling to turn the steering wheel of the cannon, was shot through the head and fell down like a bag of garbage.

But it was too late; the massive cannon with its enormous caliber had already completed its final calibration.

"Damn it." The girl cursed under her breath, picked up the gun that was taller than her, and jumped down from her hiding place without hesitation.

The safety rope around her waist tightened in the air, causing her to swing like a pendulum toward the building on the other side.

Boom!

The earth is shaking.

The massive shell tore through the air, emitting a piercing shriek.

The moment it crashed into the monastery, the whole world seemed to freeze.

Immediately following was a devastating explosion.

Wow…

The bell tower atop the monastery, an architectural gem meticulously crafted over centuries by countless master artisans, began to crumble.

The magnificent sculptures depicting imperial heroes and saints crumbled and turned to dust in the shockwave.

Amidst the sounds of collapse and desperate screams, some unfortunate defenders fell from the sky along with the crumbling building.

Huge chunks of limestone landed on the steps in front of the bailiffs, smashing the leading green-skinned beasts into a bloody pulp, but this did nothing to stop their frenzied advance.

These savage beasts have no fear of death.

The bailiffs forming the shield wall were instantly covered in a thick layer of dust, like sculptures in the snow.

"What the hell!!!! Waaaaagh!"

Immediately afterwards, green-skinned soldiers burst forth from the billowing smoke and dust, their large machetes slamming into the bailiffs' riot shields.

The first blow that came head-on was like being hit directly by a battering ram.

If the defensive line were not composed of these rigorously selected and trained loyalists, ordinary people would probably not even be able to hold their shields firmly, and their shields would be torn off by the orcs with a single blow.

"Hold the line!!! Second platoon, prepare to take over!" Jawi's roar rang out from behind the shield wall.

The sounds of hacking, cracking bones, and screams erupted from the monastery gates, echoing throughout the spacious preaching hall. Then, an even more intense barrage of arrows blasted out of the chaotic noise.

The heavy gun emplacements, which had been pre-positioned at the choir seats on high points inside the monastery, opened fire fiercely towards the main gate.

The explosive projectiles, whistling sharply, flew over the heads of the bailiffs, accurately striking the densely packed green-skinned men, each hit exploding into a spray of blood.

Ahead lies the ruthless Green Tide, devouring people without spitting out bones; overhead, allied forces relentlessly fire from behind. Only warriors with wills as firm as steel can focus on the battle before them in this hellish environment.

Within the shield wall, whenever someone is cut down or exhausted, the people behind will immediately step forward, trampling over their comrade's body to fill the gap.

The bailiff formation, with its rotation sequence tested countless times in real combat by the senior legal officers, provides alternating cover, giving the bailiffs who are constantly on the move a precious respite.

This tactic is their most effective means of fighting against groups of enemies.

But Javert also keenly noticed that the green-skinned creatures charging up were gradually getting bigger and their armor was getting thicker.

Until a roar he had never heard before, so fierce it could make even the bravest heart clench in shock, rang out.

A heavily armored green-skinned creature, about four and a half meters tall, rode a fat Skull that resembled a giant, fleshy ball with legs, and charged forward.

The mutated Skull behemoth violently rammed through the bailiffs' lines of defense. Its massive tail swept across, sending several officers, shields and all, flying into the monastery's prayer hall.

Its enormous feet crushed the three bailiffs blocking its path, along with their shields, into a mangled mess of flesh and blood.

The human wall was instantly torn open, creating a fatal gap.

The green-skinned leader, riding atop the tower, wielded a massive, blood-stained battle axe, hacking down at the bailiffs who were trying to defend themselves with their shields.

This kind of attack from above forced the bailiffs to defend themselves against the enemy in front of them while also covering their heads, making it almost impossible for them to cope.

Their riot hammers are too short, and their limited attack range makes it difficult to effectively counter them.

Seeing that the battle line was about to be completely torn apart, Chief Justice Javert roared, grabbed the larger, thicker, and more powerful precision-engineered power hammer in his hand, and personally charged into the gap in the ranks.

He gripped the warhammer tightly with both hands and swung it upwards with all his might at the green-skinned leader on the Skull.

Ping!
Sparks flew in an instant as the energy field collided with the rough steel, producing a piercing shriek.

The orderly lines were completely disrupted, and the naval boarding members roared, grabbed power axes and breaching gloves, and joined the bloody melee.

Behind them, the Kriegs, who had been dispatched from upstairs, had formed ten impenetrable human walls under the command of Krieg officers.

The energy magazines of Lucius laser guns in the hands of many of them were flashing a dangerous red light due to overload firing.

They silently formed the third and final line of defense, a defensive line made of high, dark gray walls.
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"Commander, where should I and my remaining troops join the battle from? Please give the order." Colonel Yadvig's voice came through the communicator again, urgent and firm.

"The southeast gate is the only entrance we control. But Colonel, even if you join the battle, the situation won't change until reinforcements arrive."

All we can do is fight with all our might to hold out and try every possible way to contact reinforcements.” Horatio’s voice carried a hint of weariness, but more so an unwavering determination.

“I think we have news of reinforcements,” a calm female voice suddenly interjected. It was communications officer They.

In her pupils, reflecting the rising letters, was a communication being decoded, emitting a noisy electromagnetic sound.

"DT-037 Control Console, please respond. This is Jean Lannes, Commander of the 5th Brigade. My scouts have reported unusual changes in the crustal structure of the area. Is DT-037 Control Console currently under Imperial control?"

The communication paused briefly, then repeated with a stronger signal:
"Repeat, we have noticed changes in the Earth's crust. Is the DT-037 console currently under Imperial control? Please reply immediately. Over."

(End of this chapter)