Warhammer, but Emperor's Chosen

But the problem is that it is too deadly.

Every corridor here can almost be said to be a one-man-block pass. All it takes is a tank, or a heavy logging rifle or grenade launcher to block the attack of hundreds or thousands of people and consume a large amount of the enemy's manpower.

And when the tank is replaced by a Zaku, the corridor will become a real hell on earth.

As a driver, Wayne actually doesn't have to do anything, he just needs to keep firing.

The rebels were made of flesh and blood, and a few plasma blasts were enough to clear the entire corridor. Most of the rebels would be directly vaporized, with only a few body parts surviving. The blood from these parts stained the corridor with a mottled blood color, and the strong smell of blood was enough to cover any other senses.

As long as no one could get in front of them and force them into close combat, preventing them from continuing to shoot to clear the corridor, then this corridor would be impossible to breach.

The Zaku has an integrated life support system that ensures that all pilots can fight continuously for more than thirty days. The only thing they need to worry about is running out of ammunition, forcing them to be trapped in close combat.

But there is no need to worry about this now.

They use plasma weapons rather than live ammunition and do not require any external ammunition supply.

As long as the Zaku's energy source is not exhausted, their weapons can continue to fire.

According to the Great Sage, the plasma weapon used by Zaku originated from the STC of the Dark Technology Age and can be fired continuously.

The Ark Reactor used by Zaku also originates from the lost technology of the Dark Age of Technology. Each Ark Reactor can keep Zaku running for a year.

And the energy supply of plasma weapons is also supported by the Ark Reactor.

therefore.

They can have a kind of unlimited ammunition for a short period of time, which can help them hold their narrow defense line.

And they don't have to guard it for a year.

We only need to hold out for thirty-two days and the war will be over.

boom!

Wayne opened fire, and the plasma once again cleared the corridor of dozens of rebels.

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"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"

Dozens of Chaos Cans who believed in Khorne roared and rushed towards the Zaku driven by Noah, but Noah was also very frugal and used single-shot headshots to kill the Chaos Cans - this made people feel more accomplished.

Besides, we have to at least give the Chaos Cans some hope, right?

If Noah just pulled the trigger and didn't let go, he could clear the corridor of ammunition like pouring water, and no living creature would be able to enter his sight. But unless Chaos Can was a fool, it would be impossible for him to charge at Noah with the plasma all over the screen.

They just crave blood and the death of others, not to die. So they must be tricked into thinking that "everything will be fine as long as they rush to Zaku", only in this way can they be induced to attack.

The reason why Noah occupied the generator but did not destroy it was that he hoped to attract the rebels to launch continuous attacks on them.

The more they come, the more and faster they will die.

Therefore, we cannot always clear the corridor. We must occasionally give the rebels some hope and allow them to break through the defense line. Otherwise, the rebels will most likely give up attacking them out of despair.

boom!

Noah fired a shot, smashing a Chaos Can that was about to rush towards him.

But the other five red Chaos Cans still rushed in front of him, roaring and slashing at the Zaku driven by Noah with their chainswords and chainsaw axes.

But the next second, the world in front of them suddenly began to spin.

Click! Pop!

An invisible force lifted the five Chaos Cans into the air. Their limbs were twisted in the opposite direction and tightly 'stuck' to their backs amid the sound of crisp bones and ceramic steel breaking. Without their limbs, they, who were originally cans, looked more like spheres.

Snapped!

They were squeezed inward by an invisible force, and all the cans crashed into each other uncontrollably.

Then continue to twist, break and squeeze.

Obvious spiral cracks appeared on their ceramic steel power armor, until they completely "fused into one" with each other, and the ceramic steel and flesh and blood were gathered into a huge "meat iron ball", and blood occasionally "sizzled" out of the spherical cricket pupa.

Vivian stood on the right shoulder of the Zaku driven by Noah, holding a silver-black staff in her hand.

She just clenched her fist and then suddenly opened it.

The ball of flesh and iron was then loosened and fell heavily to the ground with a thud.

Vivian waved her hand, and the meat-iron ball began to roll toward the other rebels in the corridor.

Cassia on the other shoulder glared at her angrily, somewhat unwilling to fall behind her.

So she also looked at the rebels in the corridor, and the third eye on her forehead opened with a scream.

Stare hard.

Snapped!

Everyone in front of her fell to the ground, including more than thirty Chaos Cans and hundreds of mortal rebels.

As if showing off, Cassia slightly raised her snow-white chin and glanced at Vivian beside her.

"childish."

Vivian glanced at her and asked coldly, "Are you a child?"

Cassia smiled faintly:

"Compared to you, I am indeed a child."

Snapped!

Vivian had no expression on her face, but she clenched her fists tightly.

The hundreds of rebels and chaos cans that poured into the corridor again were twisted into huge meat balls, which almost completely blocked the corridor!

When the rebels finally used melta bombs to blow up the 'wall of flesh' and rushed into the corridor, Cassia glared at them all to death.

Noah, with nothing to do, silently lowered his gun.

"How did a good plan to lure the enemy turn out like this?"

You can't just kill indiscriminately like this. Don't you see that the enemies are not rushing towards this side?

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“I can’t get in.”

Golvan threw his power axe on the table and said solemnly, "Their firepower is too strong. My troops suffered heavy losses, but they can't get close to them at all!"

Zhu Fu looked up at Gordan. All the Blood Cult members under his command were equipped with the most sophisticated Terminator armor and were the most elite troops of the Skull Takers.

If even they can't get in, then it's probably true that they can't get in.

puff!

Zhu Fu suddenly cut off the head of the mortal rebel commander beside him and grinned:

"Then go find me some more sacrifices!"

Gordan nodded silently, then turned and left with his troops.

Zhu Fu placed the mortal commander's head in his palm, carefully examining and appreciating the astonishment and fear on his face.

“It’s such a delight!”

A playful smile appeared on Zhu Fu's lips. Since ordinary people cannot break through the enemy's defense line, let those who can break it come!

After all, the number of Chaos Space Marines under his command was limited, not to mention that every time they were evaporated along with their equipment, and there was no way to recover them. Zhu Fu really could not tolerate such wasteful behavior.

In that case, let the devil come!

These great servants of the Blood God do not fear death, nor can they die.

Zhu Fu quickly set up a huge altar, which was engraved with the Chaos Eight-pointed Star and various blasphemous symbols. Even though the ceremony had not officially begun, just looking at this altar was enough to make people dizzy.

Thousands of mortal rebels were 'invited' here, 'escorted' by countless Khorne cans.

They received orders from Bishop Savan to assist the Skull Takers in their attack.

But even the rebels sensed that something was wrong at this time.

If it's an attack, then what are they doing here?

"grown ups."

Zhu Fu walked up to the rebel commander, who saluted him nervously and in awe.

There was also a smile on Zhu Fu's face, but it was a cruel and bloodthirsty smile.

Snapped!

Juffer grabbed his head and tore it from his neck, with a bloody spine still attached.

"let's start."

Juffer grinned and gave the order.

Thus, the massacre began.

The mortal rebels finally realized that something was wrong. They screamed in fear, some begged for mercy, and some fought back in vain with laser guns.

But no matter how they fought back, the Khorne Can remained motionless.

They followed Zhu Fu's example and twisted off the heads of the mortal rebels one by one.

Zhu Fu looked at each skull with fascination, placing them all in different areas of the altar.

Countless skulls were piled up into mountains, and the remaining corpses were not wasted. They were hung upside down in the air by their legs in the Khorne cans, with blood pouring from their necks. Their skulls and blood were used to water the altar.

The Blood God hates magic, and only the most primitive bloody massacre can win His favor!

Soul, blood, skull, the barrier of reality is becoming increasingly fragile, and the Blood God's gaze is becoming increasingly intense.

Finally, the 'door' opened!

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"

Zhu Fu was bathed in blood. He opened his arms, raised his hands high, and shouted the name of the Blood God.

Hundreds of Chaos Space Marines from the Skull Reapers warband also followed suit and let out a deafening war cry.

Snapped!

A bright red demon walked out of the portal, its body covered in blood red, like a "human" with skin peeled off and only flesh and blood left. On its devil-like head grew two huge horns covered with spikes.

This is a bloodthirster of Khorne, the magic sword in his hand is burning with flames, thirsting for blood!

It roared, announcing the arrival of the Blood God Demon to reality.

But its blocking of the door angered more demons, and it was pushed down the altar by the bloodletters behind it. Countless hungry demons were lining up in a long queue in Khorne's domain, waiting to enter reality and vying for a place to enjoy the feast of human flesh and soul!

On the second day of the siege of Flax.

Demons flooded into the real universe.

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"Wow!"

The bloodletters roared and laughed wildly as they slaughtered any mortals they saw.

All those killed were rebels.

Because this is the core area of ​​the dungeon, Krieg has not yet penetrated such a deep area.

But the vampires don't care about the distinction between friend and foe. To them, there is no difference between the rebels and the Astra Militarum. Human flesh is a toy to please them, and human souls are a feast for them!

The vampire laughed wildly and pierced the heart of a rebel commander with his sword, and soon screamed and cursed other vampires, competing with them for the ownership of the head.

But in the end they still came to the corridors guarded by Zaku, and immediately regarded the tall Zaku as their hunting target. They looked extremely excited and rushed forward with strange cries.

boom!

A plasma shot hit the vampire's chest squarely, and because the vampire didn't dodge at all, he wasn't killed. He staggered back a step under the plasma bombardment, and a big hole was burned in his chest by the plasma, but that was all.

This doesn't even constitute a fatal injury and cannot expel it from the real universe.

It quickly and excitedly rejoined the charge, rushing towards the enemy along with the other eighty-seven vampires.