Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 1168 Dur
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The outer defense line of the Achaemenid Empire's capital.

The Pan-Pacific Empire's offensive was astonishingly swift. Although the Achaemenids did not underestimate the Pan-Pacific Empire because of its defeat on the Eastern Front, the Achaemenids' military strength was not high. After pouring a lot of resources into the defense line around the capital, which collapsed, their weakness was inevitable.

Under heavy bombardment, the soldiers resisted the enemies who climbed up the ten thousand year old wall and repaired the gaps blown by the reinforced Black Khitan warriors.

When a gap could not be filled, a soldier of the Achaemenid Army would carry a large amount of explosives.

These soldiers, who carry no weapons and wear no armor, will gather together, kneel on one knee on the ground, and stare at the impossible-to-recapture gap that the psionic master points to.

When the psionic master thinks the best time has come, he will nod to the soldiers.

The soldiers then closed their eyes and took one second to pray.

"My ancestors bless me."

After praying, he stood up and rushed towards the gap in the wall.

The warriors of the Pan-Pacific Empire would encounter an impact when they killed all the Achaemenids near the gap and rested to prepare for the next attack. The large-scale attack of the Achaemenids would blow up the gap and bury themselves and the enemy's splattered flesh and blood with rubble.

The Achaemenids, who were subjected to the heaviest bombardment and attack in the areas of the high wall defense line, were the most excited because they knew that their emperor was on the city walls.

Imperial Emperor Dur walks on the high wall.

His guard of combat psykers had been sent to the area that was about to be captured.

He was wearing the most striking attire.

An extremely gorgeous imperial robe full of the traditional style of the Achaemenid Empire. He hated this robe because it was too heavy and inconvenient to walk in. But today he wore this robe when he arrived at the high wall of the capital city that was under attack, so that others could see him at a glance, the figure of the supreme ruler of the empire under enemy fire.

"Your Majesty, we must retreat to the fortress on the high wall, now!"

"we have to……"

"We must go to the fort!"

Dur's personal guard no longer cared about etiquette and shouted at his king in a roaring tone. Only in this way could his voice reach the emperor's ears amid the explosion of the shells landing.

But Dur remained unmoved and paced calmly, as if he was strolling in the garden of a palace.

A shell fell.

The emperor's personal guard immediately fell to the ground.

The blast kicked up gravel and soil that rained down on the emperor's heavy ceremonial robes.

Durr continued walking with his hands behind his back, spit out the stones in his mouth, and then continued to pace forward.

The personal bodyguard got up from the ground and followed him. Another explosion made him fall to the ground subconsciously. In his vision shaken by the explosion, the figure of Emperor Dur was blurred in the smoke and dust.

A gust of wind blew away the smoke and dust, and Dur's figure appeared in the guards' sight again, but he was covered with a lot of dust.

"His Majesty!"

The guard yelled.

Durr seemed not to hear and continued walking forward calmly.

He walked through where the fighting was heaviest, amid the hail of bullets.

He passed a gap where the bodies of Pan-Pacifics were piled high.

In this fierce war he was like an outsider, strolling calmly and naturally on the battlefield, going to the most dangerous places, like a tourist.

The guards could no longer keep up with the emperor.

Durr came alone to the city defense firepower point on the high wall. The city defense firepower point was intercepting the missiles flying all over the sky.

In the ruins of the residential area outside the capital in the distance, Black Khitan warriors wearing heavy black armor were guarding a huge cannon and approaching the high walls of the capital.

Under the protection of the transformed soldiers, the artillery was steadily deployed twenty kilometers away and then opened fire.

Durr withdrew his gaze from twenty kilometers away, and in an instant a spot of light appeared in his field of vision.

The light spot was getting closer and bigger.

Durr moved his fingers.

A psychic barrier rose in front of the firing point, and the beams released by the Pan-Pacific Empire's cannons hit the barrier and then dissipated in front of the firing point, which instantly froze.

In that moment of life and death, the light stung everyone's eyes, but Dur, wearing a dirty and torn robe, stood in the light.

"For Durkanayne!"

The soldiers in the turret shouted, put their hands back on the extremely cold operating table, completely ignoring the fact that their skin stuck to the metal in the cold, and continued to fire at the enemy with gritted teeth.

Dur calmly lowered his gaze.

Looking at the soldier who had just fallen to the ground subconsciously out of fear.

The soldier looked at the emperor guiltily.

The emperor held out his hand.

The soldier held the emperor's hand and stood up, then rushed to the small firing platform near the firing point.

Durr continued to pace forward calmly.

The Achaemenid leader ignored the shells that rained down around him.

After walking to the north of the city, a clerk crawled up the high wall and crawled to Dur's feet. Then he picked up the document with the latest progress of the military meeting and presented it to Dur.

"My fate does not end here."

Durr reached out and took the document, looking at it as he spoke.

"And neither is your destiny, which is why I chose you to be the messenger. Have no fear."

Of course, the clerk believed what Durr said, but despite his fear, he still lay on the ground.

After looking at it for a while, Dur put the document back into the clerk's hands and said, "Tell the troops of the Double-Headed Eagle that if they are unwilling to lend a helping hand, they can leave now while the capital is not surrounded."

"Civilians..." The clerk just said two words, and was frightened by the flying debris and kept silent for two seconds, and then continued, "Civilians are gathering, and they want to join the war..."

Dur pulled the clerk up from the ground, then walked to the edge of the high wall on the inner side, overlooking the interior of the capital hundreds of meters below.

Civilians were gathering in the streets.

Some are organizing the excavation and rescue of rubble in bombed areas of the city.

Some people were queuing up to receive weapons, ready to participate in the defensive operations.

Even the teachers in the schools and the old scholars in the academies took off their robes, put on the uniforms of the Achaemenid Army, and tied a golden ribbon to mark themselves as untrained combatants, ready to participate in the war.

There are many people who question the significance of the emperor's existence.

When Dur, the Achaemenid emperor, appeared in the crowd's view, dressed in dirty and tattered ceremonial robes, the people raised the emperor's coat of arms and cheered.

Durr turned around and looked at the clerk: "If those people from the Double-Headed Eagle cannot reach an agreement with the delegation and want to evacuate, please ask them to take the children with them."

(End of this chapter)