Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

"Surrender...you zombie emperor's lackeys..."

Kaczynski said without sincerity, then stopped in the flow of people rushing forward, hiding among the heavy military formations.

The enemies approaching step by step did not fire, but in silence tightly surrounded these people who they regarded as mortals.

The scattered Battle Sisters did not fire. They seized the moment to gather and merge, and then retreated to the small building while nervously looking around at the approaching enemies.

But this is not from fear, but from a kind of relief beyond death.

The final fate has arrived, the time has come to die in battle.

The nuns will not be afraid of their own death, but will carefully observe the enemies around them.

They have accepted their fate, but how to kill more traitors before dying in battle is what they care most about and value the most!

To show the enemy weakness, to make them underestimate the enemy and become careless!

Mirius fully embodies her experience at this moment, reaching an understanding with all the nuns in a silent glance.

We can't let them wait, otherwise their last wish will be dashed by Leman Russ's heavy artillery attack!

Fortunately, their attempt was successful.

"Kill them!" said the officer who was standing side by side with Kaczynski at the back of the crowd, and who was apparently the commander of the company.

“I will sacrifice their heads and bodies in tonight’s ceremony!

I want those real gods to feed on my victory! "

The rebel company commander shouted the order, but the priest who was half a step behind did not stop him.

Killing and death are the most beloved food of the Destruction Power;

The heads of enemies and the blood of servants are also indispensable embellishments in a feast!

The black and gray military formation was still advancing, and after receiving clear orders, their eyes hidden in their helmets also flashed with dark red blood.

Fanatical breathing flows under the ferocious horned helmet, and the murderous blood surges under the black armor!

Walking behind the queue, the soldiers who were taking up positions one by one clenched their guns in silence;

And those black-armored giants at the front of the crowd raised their giant shields and heavy hammers while shouting in low voices!

Is there going to be a war? Come on then!

Seeing that the enemy was approaching, the nuns looked into each other's eyes.

The three Qiu Angels took off their bags from their waists and took out the iron can that had lost its transmitter.

The signs of promethium and red skulls prove their danger, and this mere two liters of danger is enough to create a good funeral for them and their enemies.

The two wind angels let go of Padilla in their arms, and after arranging her appearance for the last time, they silently put their swords on the ground and began the final prayer ceremony.

Mirius and another veteran looked at each other, and then gave way to the battlefield for two sisters of different origins.

The most fanatical angels they originally represented turned out to be the calmest people among those who were determined to fight to the death.

Firearms inspection, ammunition exchange, chain sword activation, armor-piercing grenade safety fuse removal...

The two veterans helped each other on the stairs leading to the second floor, silently preparing to stand the last post for this unit.

The increasingly clear sound of steel boots stepping outside the window was a silent foreshadowing to them that this battle, which was also full of symbolic meaning between the enemy and ourselves, was about to begin.

Yes, even in the eyes of the enemy, the battle was full of religious overtones.

When there is no uncertainty about victory or defeat, being a slave of the false emperor will surely lead to defeat.

In the eyes of these traitors who devoted themselves to Chaos, what they cared about was how to end the battle in the bloodiest way and to please their master.

"Blood is sacrificed to the Blood God, and skull is sacrificed to the Skull Lord!"

The heavily armored giant walking in the front row had his blood pumping, and he shouted vaguely and fanatically.

"For the Emperor!"

Facing the approaching traitors, the battle sisters refused to give in. They also chanted the holy name of the Lord of Humanity loudly amidst the shrill shouts.

boom!

When the first giant's footsteps entered the room, the nuns guarding him immediately stepped forward to greet him.

Thick black and holy silver collide here, and the sound of collision and interaction of gold and iron is endless.

Thick shields jostled the Sisters of Battle, while more giants spread out on either side.

Not to be outdone, the Angels of Enemy fired their final bolt shells as they retreated. Then, when the shield in the giant's hand was deflected, they came forward with their chain swords raised high...

boom!

A violent and short explosion sounded among the crowd, and incandescent flames burst out from the black sea.

The two veterans standing at the top of the stairs also walked down after taking a last look at Padilla who fell unconscious.

And when they appeared in the eyes of the enemies on the first floor, the three sisters belonging to the Wind Angels had already used the weapons in their hands to die with the enemies...

The small space was filled with explosions and shouts, and dark and bright red blood was flowing silently.

In the eyes of the rebel company commander and chaplain, who had already looked serious, they saw rows of soldiers taking the space given by the fallen ones and continuing to squeeze into the small building;

And in that building that should have been quiet for a long time, the war cry of Miris and her last comrade could still be vaguely heard.

"In the name of the Emperor!" Mirius waved his chain sword with both hands and stepped back the moment he beheaded the enemy in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, an angular metal hammer hit her right where she was.

Pull away, raise your hand, aim, fire...

An enemy who sneaked up on her comrades from the side was dealt with in the middle of her battle.

And her sisters also used a powerful and heavy slash to get the opponent's head, and at the same time blocked the sword from behind for Miris after resisting the enemy's blocking weapon...

This tense and silent cooperation between the two had happened countless times in the past few minutes.

But the number of enemies has not decreased over time. On the contrary, with the influx of more enemies, the space left for them in this small floor is becoming increasingly difficult.

The "dance of two people" with tacit understanding is being gradually squeezed by enemies who are coming one after another.

Whether it was the increasingly obvious fatigue on their arms and bodies, or the restrictions placed on them by the enemy corpses under their feet, they were all told that the last moment had arrived...

"It's time..." Miris thought in his heart.

And when she swung the big sword in the next second, she was very pleased to get the same meaning from the eyes of her comrades.

A tacit exchange of positions and tactical squeeze caused the enemies around them to take half a step back again.

And it was this millisecond gap that allowed the two people to take off the grenades that each other had prepared from their waists while changing positions...

"In the name of the Golden Throne!" Miris shouted loudly.

"In the name of the Lord of Mankind!" The sister with only one arm echoed.

The two of them were ready to die bravely, but just as they were about to fire the armor-piercing grenades, a similar, but more high-pitched and sacred war cry sounded in this small building!

"In the name of the Emperor!"

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