Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Titans walk on the mountains of flesh, and they release firepower wantonly. Whether it is the sky or the ground, they are part of the monster's body.

The Astra Militarum gritted their teeth and followed closely. They had been advancing for so long, and no one wanted to shame their honor at this last moment.

Although there was no whisper of demons in his ears, the mountain of flesh in front of him was indeed terrifying and indescribable.

"Fire! Fire! Fire at everything you can see! Empty your magazines! Split your sword blades! Burn all your loyalty to the Emperor here!" the Commissar roared, The voice was trembling so much that he relied entirely on the most ruthless trait of the Human Empire to maintain his sanity.

The Astra Militarum obeyed the instructions of the political commissar and used their guns to shoot at the mountains of rotten flesh that were constantly crowding under their feet and in front of them.

The melee had lasted so long that logistical supplies could no longer be counted on, and they could only rely on the remaining ammunition to fight to the death.

Puff...

There are tens of thousands of caves in the Roshan Mountain, which are so deep and moist that people don’t want to guess what ghost things will come out of them.

I saw tens of billions of swarms of insects and demons coming out of the cave. One of them was hungry for flesh and blood, and the other was hungry for souls.

"We're out of ammunition!"

"Open the energy clip! Throw it out as a grenade!"

"All regiments, bayonets on! Let the Emperor be proud of us!"

Mal stared straight at the nightmare in front of him, the shock completely overwhelming his physical fear.

He held the standard single-molecule blade very tightly, waiting for the enemy to rush forward and drink his blood.

Lanya stood next to Mal, her face equally determined. She whispered to Mal in her sweet voice, "If we survive...can I come to your flower shop?"

"Of course, my flower shop has been waiting for you."

Seeing how close Mal and Lanya were, an Ogryn soldier also said to his political commissar, "Commissar! Can I go to your flower shop?"

"Flower? I don't have a flower shop!"

"Then can you make one?"

"Why are you obsessed with the flower shop? Do you think the flower shop is a canteen?"

"Isn't the flower shop a canteen?"

Oglin's honest and clumsy manner caused some smiles, and even the fierce political commissar smiled.

Everyone is ready to die, but being ready doesn't mean they are actually going to die.

A golden sun rose from behind them, and its holy light spread across the battlefield, piercing the eyes of the insects and burning the bodies of the demons.

"Emperor, you are really useless."

The cold voice did not give the emperor any face. Although he looked a little embarrassed, he was not angry. He just breathed a sigh of relief and sighed that the pressure on him was finally lessened.

The golden sun hangs high in the sky, and the shadow of the throne slowly appears in the center.

The God-Emperor, with a broad mind, black hair draped over his shoulders, a cold and ruthless face, and a holy aura lingering all over his body, stood up from the throne and just stretched out his palm to let the Cursed Legion fall into the battlefield out of thin air.

This chaotic power filled with warp space is not only beneficial to the demons, but also to the God-Emperor.

The golden light of the God Emperor boosted the morale of the Imperial Army. They all felt that their souls were being nourished by a fiery power, and their tired bodies were suddenly filled with infinite power.

The only one in the field who has not been blessed is the Mechanicus. They believe in Omnisiah, the god of all machines, and can only count on the Void Dragon to give them power.

Seeing the God Emperor being so provocative, Brother Mao, who was sitting on the green throne, also stood up with his body propped up. Countless orcs also shouted in unison when they saw this.

"Waaagh! Rehmannia!!!"

Brother Mao's figure expanded several times and soon surpassed the God Emperor, and the boundless green light was even more oppressive.

"Hahaha! Let me help you!"

The Void Dragon took a few swigs of energy drink before going out, which was equivalent to the total burning life of more than a hundred stars.

The Void Dragon took a breath and flew out directly, stopping next to the God Emperor and scanning the many believers of the Mechanicum.

Of course, he did not appear in the classic appearance created by Lin Fan. After all, on the surface, the God-Emperor and Omnissiah are two sides of the same coin. If the difference is too large, it will inevitably cause a split in the Mechanicum.

So the Void Dragon changed its appearance, using living metal to imitate the appearance of the God-Emperor.

One silver and one gold.

The two gods of matter and soul emit different rays of light, just like the moon and the sun in the solar system, filling the shortage of guns and ammunition and the lack of spirituality with their rays of light.

"I knew it! I knew it! The great Omnisaiah is a kind woman! Your doubts about me are all wrong!"

A mechanical priest was shocked when he saw the Void Dragon standing next to the God-Emperor. He hugged and kissed the Manticore missile launcher next to him.

These ancient equipment that had been enshrined by the priests for countless years also revived the moment they saw the Void Dragon itself, feeding back the excitement of the mechanical priests with a torrent of data.

The political commissar on the side could not say anything and could only secretly complain that these mechanical priests were a bunch of perverts, and carefully wiped the heavy and reliable bolt pistol in his hand with a handkerchief. He vaguely heard Bolt Pistol thanking him softly.

The green light retreated under the pressure of gold and silver. Before Tzeentch could give orders, the humanoid armor, which was only an empty shell of Khorne, could not tolerate the injustice of bullying the less. He stood up from the brass throne and flew towards the front line. go.

"Damn it! Khorne, what are you doing!" Seeing such a turn of events, Tzeentch was also furious and cursed angrily at Khorne, who was suppressed by him.

Khorne sneered a few times, not caring about Tzeentch's threat, "How can you, a villain, know the nature of war! Only bloodshed! Endless bloodshed is the truth!"

The combination of red and green and gold and silver stood in a stalemate in the air. Isha, who was fused with the essence of desire, also sighed secretly and threw herself into the battlefield.

"Well...I thought I could take a break."

Seeing Isa coming, Tzeentch shouted that something was wrong.

As expected, the rotten mire also became active, slowly crawling out of a stinking giant that was constantly collapsing and disintegrating.

"Isa...come home with me...I'll make you clean again so that nasty guy can't touch you."

Isa sighed, feeling helpless at Nurgle's persistence. There was a gleam of purple in her eyes, a side of Slaanesh that expressed disdain for Nurgle.

Almost all the strongest combat forces in the entire universe are gathered here. Only the Bystanders, Deceivers, Aenead, Silegor, Tzeentch and Hive Mind have not joined the battlefield.

"It's really grand... If we really win, thousands of years later, our descendants will also call the current scene the Battle of Heaven." Efreni looked at the sky and couldn't help but sigh.