Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry - #1081 - Chapter 1078 Blind Faith

On the other side, the battle between Lorgar and the Word Bearers was equally smooth. Although they were not as elegant and quick as the Emperor’s Children, the fanaticism displayed in their words and deeds deeply inspired other troops.

Because of the similar religious odors, the number of Ecclesiarchy troops gathered around Lorgar and the Word Bearers was many times greater than that at Fulgrim’s place. Even the recruited Astra Militarum were mostly born in a religious world and have been influenced by the fanatical and sacrificial atmosphere of the state religion for generations.

Although the Word Bearers were a great treason, to these mortal troops who had little experience, the Word Bearers in white armor and white helmets looked exactly like the angel of death in mythology.

Especially Luojia, who had the biggest size and the loudest roar. A golden iron halo appeared behind his bald head. The barrier of faith moved with his figure, and the Death Mark Assassin’s shot dissipated after being immersed in the rich golden barrier. not see.

This is the essence of Lorgar’s warp, that unacknowledged blind faith. Enshrouded in golden light, the most rational veteran will be incited, forgetting the role of the gun in his hand, and join the charge with a bayonet. But the Death Mark Assassins are by no means low-level units. Their power is also not small, and they can bring heavy costs to opponents who despise them. Many soldiers were torn apart by the Death Mark Assassins in such a fanatical manner, and then more soldiers shouted Long Live the God-Emperor completed their vengeance for their comrades.

During the fierce battle between Lorgar Fulgrim and the Deathmark Assassins, Mortarion also joined the battlefield with the Death Guard. They did not use brave melee combat to defeat the Death Mark assassins that kept pouring out of the cracks. Instead, they used heavy shields to form a moving wall, slowly and unstoppably crushing them.

“They rushed too fast.” Mortalion commented as he looked at the melee ahead. “They need a solid rear to crush all these pale bone dregs!”

“We are your ever-breaking blades, Lord of Death!” The veterans who have followed Mortalion for the longest time shouted in unison, which suddenly brought Mortalion’s thoughts back to a long time ago, when Barbarus returned to the embrace of mankind. This is what Mortarion said to the Death Guard.

Tzeentch knew that the Deathmark Assassin’s raid could not achieve any results, so he dispatched other troops here. There are Orcs who are slightly thinner but wearing more elite armor, and there are Chaos Space Marines who are used as slaves by Tzeentch. After the Battle of Cadia, all the Chaos warbands who managed to escape from Jaghatai’s pursuit were captured by Tzeentch.

Tzeentch geared up, with many smiles on his face. Now he finally felt like playing a game instead of having a cerebral hemorrhage because of Lin Fan’s weird and unpredictable abilities.

The enchanted warriors of the Word Bearers, the Noise Legion who broke away from the Emperor’s Children and looked down upon Fulgrim were on the way. I really didn’t know what wonderful expressions would bloom on the faces of Lorgar and Fulgrim when they saw them.

Tzeentch couldn’t help laughing, while Lin Fan shook the dice from time to time, throwing protection dice for the friendly troops, trying to block them as much as possible from the nerve-disintegrating beam.

A political commissar jumped half-body out of the trench. He was in high spirits and felt extremely honored to be able to participate in such a great holy war. At this moment, a nerve-disintegrating beam hit him directly, pushing him into the trench. The soldiers closed their eyes, and no one came to help. After all, none of the brothers who were hit by the neurolysis beam could survive.

But this was not the case for this political commissar. The points of the protection die protected his life, but to them, this was the appearance of the God Emperor. Seeing the political commissar getting up from the ground without even burning a hole in his clothes, the morale of the soldiers soared. They forgot their fear and jumped out of the trench, eager to put the muzzle of their gun in the mouth of the Death Mark assassin to prove their loyalty and bravery. .

The position became increasingly chaotic, and the fanatical atmosphere made everyone dizzy. Only Mortalion still maintained a steady attitude and advanced little by little so that the troops could always have a stable rear.

Now the three legions need to open up the situation immediately and further expand the landing area to support the activities of other troops.

Fulgan and Lorgar didn’t know how long they had been rushing forward. They only knew that the metal wall was getting bigger and bigger in their field of vision. When they were about to run to the foot of the metal wall with one kilometer left, Fulgan took a breath and turned back to observe the situation. .

Along the way were the broken bones and flesh of degraded bodies and the strange green corpses of fallen soldiers. The process of neurolysis did not stop until death came.

Farther away is a line of Death Guards, their armor turning away from Nurgle’s corruption and turning into the bone white of the Great Crusade, with only a little rust red revealing their ancient truth. But to the rest of the Imperial forces, Mortarion’s support was just another Legion of Atonement forgotten by the Emperor.

“Perhaps, they will recognize us as Jaghatai’s sub-group or something.” Fulgrim smiled, and then heard Lorgar’s roar. On the other side of the battlefield, this shining giant was using a heavy Bible With the hammer and atonement, the fanatical believers felt infinite power in their hearts just by looking at Luojia’s solemn back.

The hundred thousand Deathmark Assassins became history, and the Emperor’s Children and the Word Bearers also moved forward beyond the metal wall to further explore Tzeentch’s layout.

Outside the wall was a rugged terrain composed of sharp rocks and high mountains. The members of the Leman Russ tank knew at a glance that the coming battle might have nothing to do with them. According to the inspection by the Eldar speedboat, this chopping mountain range contains many planet-level anti-aircraft artillery pointing directly into the sky. It seems that Tzeentch does not want the brutal orbital bombardment to destroy his carefully designed battlefield.

Fulgrim wiped off the bone residue on his body elegantly. He saw a familiar army looming under the cover of the mountains. The obscene noise made Fulgrim’s old memories keep coming to mind.

Damn…

Cursing secretly, Fulgrim looked at Lorgar from a distance and found that his brother’s performance was even worse. Two lines of tears flowed on his calm face.

Lorgar saw the enchanted warriors wearing Word Bearers armor waving at him. These warriors were once Lorgar’s most proud sons and the perfect display of the theory that demons and mortals can be integrated together.

Now they have become puppets of Tzeentch and a thorn in Lorgar’s heart that will not go away for a long time. The existence of each enchanted warrior is quietly telling Lorgar such a cruel fact that all his efforts in the past ten thousand years are just the acquiescence of the gods trying to play with him.

“Father… what should we do?” A white-armored Word Bearer asked Lorgar.

Lorgar had to reply with a trembling voice, “Let them rest in peace. The blame is all on me, a fool.”