The Emperor’s Angel of Death

However, these Hekaton Land Fortresses, though fast, did not directly plunge into the battlefield. Instead, they halted at the edge of the battle line, using their firepower to suppress the tide of enemies while opening their hatches.

Squads of sturdy figures in rounded, blue-green power armor rapidly emerged from the Land Fortresses. Each Hekaton Land Fortress could accommodate about twelve Kin warriors.

"You little stone chips! Move it! Don't let the twig-like pointy-ears look down on us!"

War Master Dordreim Firebrand, stepping out of a Land Fortress, immediately roared at the top of his lungs. The upper half of his face was covered by a metal mask inscribed with runes, causing his red beard to be blown about like flickering flames as he spoke. Twelve loyal, horn-less guards gathered around the War Master.

Urged on by him, Hearthkyn warriors wielding bolt carbines and rail rifles quickly formed ranks, following their own Hearthkyn leaders.

"Give them a volley!"

The Kin formed a firing line around the Land Fortresses. As flames and flashes erupted from the gun barrels, penetrating rounds instantly felled many advancing enemies. Each shot was precisely aimed, piercing armor, flesh, and bone. But it wasn't enough. More cultists beat on skin drums, striding through the blood-soaked, damp ground.

"Hit them hard! Beat them hard!"

Dordreim Firebrand roared, firing his bolt pistol incessantly. The Kin's shooting was highly efficient; the enemies were like leaves trembling in the rain, never truly able to get close.

After the firing line was established, another thirty Hekaton Land Fortresses thundered out, followed closely by hundreds of Sagitaur all-terrain vehicles. The Ironkin Oathband's true main force had arrived.

These six-wheeled all-terrain vehicles possessed incredible speed and heavy armor, along with astonishing weaponry. They were equipped with super-laser cannons on their backs and two bolt cannons on their fronts, and could carry five warriors.

They rapidly charged into the enemy ranks, firing and crushing, ignoring the incoming bullets. They quickly shattered the enemy tide attacking from the east and south.

Once the enemy's offensive slowed, the rear hatches of the Sagitaurs opened, unleashing even more deadly weapons.

"The Ancestors are watching us!"

Hearthkyn Assault squads wielding heavy hammers and blades strode out of the vehicle bays. However, the loudest were always the Grimnyr Berserkers, their plasma battle-axes emitting magma-like glows as they roared.

In the areas they left behind, the destruction caused by Kin weaponry was evident everywhere. The corpses and limbs of Chaos Space Marine worshippers were scattered about, some shattered into pieces, others pulverized by missile shockwaves.

However, some still survived.

Accompanied by bestial roars and gurgling sounds, frenzied Slaanesh cultists attacked from all directions, wielding crude swords and clubs, firing with shoddy pistols.

They were met with crackling plasma battle-axes. The Grimnyr Berserkers were like a violent hurricane, limbs flying like broken branches wherever they went, blood mist spreading like rain.

In a very short time, the Kin's Ironkin Oathband used a resolute and powerful offensive to disintegrate and destroy the opponent's attack, with thousands of mangled corpses scattered around them.

"This wheeled-vehicle-centric style is interesting."

On the golden palanquin, Solzhenitsyn watched the Kin's performance. Although the Kin's sturdy bodies easily gave the impression that they only favored rigid tactics, in reality, relying on fast wheeled vehicles, the Kin's tactics could definitely be described as swift and flexible, at least far more flexible than the Imperium of Man. The Astra Militarum's Taurox and Taurus armored vehicles simply couldn't reach this level of quality and performance, while other tracked armor was too cumbersome.

Generally speaking, wheeled vehicles might be slightly lacking in defensive and off-road capabilities compared to tracked vehicles, but the Kin's armor didn't seem to have this problem at the moment. But the advantages were undoubtedly obvious. After all, the wheeled drive structure was much simpler than the tracked one, and the weight was much lighter. If these vehicles were reasonably priced, Solzhenitsyn would really like to introduce them into the mortal forces currently under construction.

However, Solzhenitsyn's words drew a disdainful response from a Warmaster.

"Your Highness, that's just a pile of clumsy steel. Wheels? How ridiculous. If the terrain is even slightly complicated, they're just scrap metal. The only commendable thing about these dwarves is that their bodies are more durable than humans. Look at those miners who don't even wear protective gear, they're really suitable for doing rough work."

His words drew a burst of light laughter from around him. Solzhenitsyn was too lazy to say anything. After all, it seemed that most races in this galaxy had a kind of blind pride, as if accepting any advantage of others was a kind of humiliation to themselves.

However, compared to the Kin who fought for contracts and honor, most of the Eldar present were driven more by hatred and anger.

Especially the Howling Banshees—

They charged at the forefront of the battlefield, their blades, spears, and darts constantly sweeping across the enemies in front of them, blossoming into flowers of death. The hunger of the Fallen God of Blood still surged in their souls, every second in battle slowed down several times.

Relying on their psychic link with each other, the Howling Banshees did not need commanders to issue any orders. With a shriek that seemed to shake the ground, groups of Slaanesh cultists were directly shattered into a blood mist by the sonic waves.

Faced with the lightning-fast Eldar female warriors, the Slaanesh cultists were in chaos. Some even shot their own people due to blind firing, causing infighting. Taking advantage of the opportunity when the enemies were scattered by the sonic waves, the Howling Banshees pounced on them, plowing through the enemies who tried to plunder the Eldar souls, slashing forward fiercely.

In the blink of an eye, all that could be seen was tragic slaughter.

However, even more terrifying on the battlefield was the Wraithlord. This spirit bone wraith was as tall as an Imperial Knight, with slender limbs, shimmering spirit bone armor inlaid with rows of luminous gems and rolling runes. Under the towering helmet was a barren and indifferent black mirror, devoid of motivation and emotion. But mortals only needed to look at it to be enveloped by its cold arrogance. In its hand, it held a giant sword that emitted the wails of the dead, with circles of spells engraved on the sword body. These spells seemed to rotate and meander, attracting the gaze of those about to be harvested by it, as if to drag all thoughts into the cold embrace of the dead.

Although the Wraithlord and the Wraithknight were both giant spirit bone constructs, unlike the Wraithknight which needed a pilot, the Wraithlord was not driven by living people, but entirely by the heroic souls of the dead Eldar.

Manufacturing a Wraithlord required a Spiritseer to summon the dead souls from the Infinity Circuit, and only those true Eldar hero souls had the psychic power to drive the Wraithlord's huge body. Afterwards, the heroic spirits would use soul stones to give life to the construct.

Therefore, even if the Wraithlord was knocked down, as long as the soul stone was safe, it could be placed on the next construct to continue fighting, or the soul could be returned to the Infinity Circuit.

But because there was no pilot, the Wraithlord also had some weaknesses. For example, although the Wraithlord's body was located in the material world, the soul inside could not be as agile as when it was alive. As residents simultaneously in reality and the warp, the dead could only observe through "wraith vision", which was a different perception ability from the living, which would make the construct act slowly, and even be completely unable to move in the event of warp disturbances. For this reason, when the Wraithlords fought, they needed Spiritseers to guide their actions.

"Fallen Calderon, use your blade to clear the enemies ahead."

Behind the Wraithlord, a Spiritseer in a dark robe murmured, and then followed the action.

When it raised the whispering ghost sword in its hand, it also meant that a storm of flesh, blood, and metal fragments would rise from the ground. It towered over the heads of the Slaanesh cultists, and its size alone was enough to overwhelm their courage supported by madness.

In the tremor of the ground, it stepped forward, and the sharp sword drew an arc, drawing a shining trace in the ground and the air.

In an instant, a group of Slaanesh cultists gathered together trying to operate a heavy machine gun were directly erased, without a trace, only some blood stains on the ground.