I write apocrypha in Warhammer

Facing the menacing green-skinned army, the Word Bearers immediately activated the planet's defense system and devoted all their troops to the battle against the invaders.

The powerful air defense force formed a dense firepower network, the sound of guns roared like thunder, and countless high-explosive ammunition was shot into the sky, blocking the numerous orc airdrop pods falling from the sky.

A considerable number of battle meteorites were destroyed during the landing process, bursting into pieces in the sky like fireworks.

The burning debris turned into a rain of fire across the sky, and finally crashed into the buildings below, triggering violent explosions one after another.

This is already a relatively ideal situation.

However, there are more intact battle meteorites. They passed through the layers of strikes and were successfully dropped to the ground.

Hundreds of huge pits were smashed out, and the damage caused was like nails piercing the skin. Blood was dripping from inside. The Word Bearers' world suddenly fell into a sea of ​​fire.

Then, the wound infection set in.

Millions of orcs rushed out of the battle meteorite, armed with various simple, rough, but extremely fierce weapons, and rushed directly towards the dark temple closest to them.

Even followers of the Chaos Gods cannot escape the catastrophe they bring.

Like other civilizations, those twisted evil things will be torn to pieces and destroyed, and the resulting garbage fragments will be transformed by the greenskins into various simple but powerful gadgets.

"Throw down those bad cans, for the sake of Brother Mao, for the sake of the smart boy, waaagh!!!"

The green-skinned warlord Goldenbeard used his loud voice to inspire the surrounding men, and the army surged towards the high temple gate like a countercurrent wave.

They were attacking the second temple of Galmyk. It was huge and majestic, with a thousand steps in front of it.

The original designers of the temple believed that this grand layout could make visitors feel in awe of the dark gods enshrined inside. Dragging a tired body to visit the temple could better reflect their devotion to the belief in chaos, and defense was a secondary consideration. .

But these steps obviously caused great trouble to the greenskins, because the battle meteorite fell at the bottom of the temple.

As they approached the temple, they could not find a bunker to hide in, and their charging speed was also greatly affected.

More importantly, their armored vehicles are inconvenient to follow.

A few teams of raging boys drove their favorite tanks, trying to get to the top first, as they often did.

However, this journey did not have the thrill of sparks and lightning along the way in the past, but only crazy bumps up and down.

The armored vehicle climbed those steps with difficulty, the accelerator has been stepped on to the bottom, and the overloaded engine is like a respiratory system, constantly making violent breathing sounds.

The Cyclonus boys sitting in the car only felt that their butts were smashed into a pile of mud, and their heads were shaken dizzy. In addition, the Word Bearers regard them as the primary target of attack and constantly project danger to them. of spells.

All these situations caused them to become extremely irritable and start to turn the steering wheel randomly, and various dangerous buttons were accidentally triggered in the process.

It is always difficult to associate the word "safety" with Orc's equipment.

Finally, halfway through, the Cyclonus team's vehicles overturned, fell apart, and the out-of-control vehicles exploded one after another. The rolling wreckage also killed many teammates behind them.

Of course, for the green skins, this situation is considered a normal phenomenon. In every battle, a considerable number of casualties are caused by their own people.

After a brief commotion, the orc army continued to charge towards the temple.

The Word Bearers wizard stood at the top of the steps, trying to defend his sanctuary from the green wave.

"Savage creatures that are not even qualified for blessings, your meaningless existence itself is a serious blasphemy against the dark gods!"

For the Word Bearers, the greenskins can be said to be the most hated force, even more so than the atheists.

This is not only because the greenskins can fight, be unreasonable, and destroy them endlessly, but also because as intelligent creatures with emotions and souls, the greenskins cannot be corrupted, even the lowest level of snot-nosed monsters. no.

A perfect theory, but it has this only flaw.

The existence of the greenskin seems to remind the Word Bearers that the dark gods they worship are not as omnipotent as they boast. At least those guys can't do anything to the great Brother Gomao.

What an abominable species, the common enemy of science and theology.

The Word Bearers chanted spells in their mouths and continued to throw witchcraft at the incoming greenskin army.

A black shock wave condensed from subspace energy roared past, and hundreds of charging boys were instantly knocked to the ground.

Although the orcs were also raising their guns to fight back, their accuracy was always a problem and they were unable to effectively suppress the enemy.

"Damn steps!"

After another empty shot, Golden Beard cursed.

It hates this obstacle called "distance", which makes Golden Beard unable to effectively crush the enemy, and the enemy can often attack it wantonly.

"Tell Storm Boy to go up and kill them!" Golden Beard could only order in turn.

"Okay, boss!" the fart beside him responded.

The order from the warlord was quickly conveyed, and hundreds of orcs carrying rockets soon appeared on the battlefield.

The simple and rough flying method allows the Storm Boys to move quickly in the air, and they laugh happily waaagh! Towards the temple, the gun in his hand breathed out flames, like death falling from the sky.

The wizards quickly used evil magic to erect a barrier to block the attacks of the Storm Boys, and used their psychic powers to try to tear them down from the sky.

However, the Storm Boys are flexible and capable of maneuvering. Sometimes even they cannot control the rocket pack behind them. Of course, the Word Bearers have no way of judging their movement trajectory.

The enemy is entangled.

The green-skinned army took the opportunity to rush to the top steps to engage in a bloody fight with them.

"Come on, bad can!"

Golden Beard took the lead and was about to kill the enemy in front of him.

The Word Bearers, who knew the current situation, had no intention of fighting the greenskins.

Seeing that the situation was not good, they retreated directly into the temple and closed the door of the temple tightly.

Golden Beard's huge body finally hit the door hard, causing only a dull sound.

"Coward, come out and face me!"

Seeing the prey he was about to get escape, Golden Beard became furious and banged on the door with his iron claws.

The other orcs around also picked up the guy and smashed it against the wall in front of them.

But this didn't have the effect. The defensive runes on the door shone with a powerful light.

Several boys picked up the tutu guns in their hands and fired wildly, but the bullets bounced off the door and injured many teammates around them.

If the greenskins want to break into it, they need to mobilize more firepower.