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

While thinking, Dimit looked at the other mechanical behemoths.

The gap armor is full of traces left by various weapons. The molten metal, warheads embedded in the gaps, and craters of varying depths make the appearance of the mechanical behemoth very ugly. Now it is really moving closer to the orc style. Bundle.

Some carriages were completely torn apart by heavy weapons mixed with witchcraft, and the wailing metal was pulled aside, blocking the firing range of the upper turrets of other carriages. The fate of the carriage was like that of a lobster whose shell had been peeled off. The protective flesh inside had also been severely scraped off, and the 200 soldiers were now left with only rags and blood stains.

Such damage is not uncommon among the 20 mechanical behemoths. It is already an impossible task to send 200 million Kriegs into the enemy's position. But fortunately, the speed of these behemoths has not slowed down. As Sage Theus said, when a carriage is damaged, other carriages will drag the carriage forward.

"Kitten, what do you say about this dangling thing? It's simply more enthusiastic than the girl I won in the Loma tribe's competition!" Alwen's wild voice came, thanking the emperor for the gift, the battlefield. The gunpowder smoke dissipated the fishy smell of the wild wolf very well.

"Everything is normal. If there are no more attacks from the enemy, we will go straight behind the fifth line of defense." Dimit responded calmly. He had already adapted to the impolite enthusiasm of the Space Wolves in this short relationship. In fact, if you put your mind in perspective, you can do just that by treating these snarling Space Marines as if they were wild dogs.

Therefore, Dimit looked at Alvin and his comrades with a restrained arrogance in his eyes, just like a noble knight facing a wild beast. But fortunately, the eyepiece of his helmet was not sophisticated enough to convey his eyes, which prevented many unnecessary conflicts from happening.

Alvin responded dully, feeling a little bored at not being able to tease the lonely kitten, but Dimit's next words rekindled the passion in his heart.

"As a Space Marine, the Emperor's Angel of Death. Shouldn't we abandon mundane desires and arm our souls with absolute loyalty and restraint?" Dimit's tone was very cold. His words were aimed at Austria. A relentless indictment of Irvine's promiscuous life.

"Hehe~" Alvin smiled, "That was life before becoming a wild wolf, and the Fenrisians don't think that a virgin can become a real warrior."

"What about your Wolf King? Is the same true for the great Leman Russ?" Demeter put down his arrogance when talking about Leman Russ. For a Primarch loyal to the Emperor, any person with a clear mind All Space Marines should be treated with full respect.

Satisfied with Dimit's attitude, Olwen decided to tell Dimit about the greatness of the Wolf King in a more proud tone.

"As the unquestionable king of Fenris, the Great Wolf Leman Russ, Lord of Winter and War, is naturally the best man in Fenris. He can drink up an entire cellar of mead without feeling drunk. He can He can knock a whole group of mammoths to the ground without feeling tired, he can eat an entire warehouse of fresh meat without feeling full, he is the dream lover of all Fenrisian women!"

After listening to Olwen's half-singing, half-howling description, Dimit's heart was unmoved. At this time, Leman Russ was firmly tied to one word in his mind - rice bucket.

Fortunately, Alvin's chant did not last long. His relatively relaxed face suddenly changed, and suddenly he became terrifying. Like a hungry wolf waiting for an opportunity, he could pounce and bite off the enemy's throat. Throat.

"I smell it." Alvin twitched his nose with hatred, gritted his teeth and let out a low roar, and after he reacted like this, other wild wolves also entered this state.

There are only two beings that can bring such hatred to the Space Wolves, the Chaos Space Marines who sacrifice themselves to the evil god, and the degenerate beings who desecrate living creatures.

"Technical Sergeant Dimit." Olwen said seriously. Dimit was stunned for a moment when his name and rank were suddenly called, and then he felt embarrassed by his ridiculous reaction.

"Keep your position, watch your back, and cover your butt. Those damn degraded bodies are in front, and there are a lot of them." Olwen reminded word by word.

The fourth line of defense may be the most unique of the five lines of defense, because from a distance it looks like a dead land with no living creatures.

The first and second lines of defense composed of beastmen, mutants and traitorous guardsmen are quite lively. The sounds of soldiers communicating with each other, fighting during conflicts, and the sounds of decompression entertainment torturing prisoners are mixed together. When entering battle, they can also be heard viciously cursing the Imperial soldiers and praising the gods of destruction.

Chaos Space Marines are also energetic. Just the sound of the collision of gold and iron between two warriors holding sharp blades and practicing in close combat is enough to activate the entire area, not to mention the demons and wizards who are bound into weapons and vehicles. The whispers of the twisted and strange servants around him.

The fourth line of defense was so cold, giving off a lifeless feeling that was terrifying just looking at it. All the attacking troops had a vague feeling that the position in front of them was filled with dead bodies, but they didn't know where to launch fire strikes.

Commander Bendict and Lieutenant Terry of the Cadia Solid Stone were hesitant. They felt that wherever they shot, they would just hit a pile of soil.

This kind of perceptual illusion makes the attacking troops passive. After all, in the eyes of the degraded body, living creatures are too obvious.

The pale degenerate bodies covered in bone armor stiffly and silently raised their weapons. The way they aimed their guns was a simple imitation of living creatures. These weapons produced from the ruthless factory of the Dark Mechanicus will become the imperial offensive force. the biggest obstacle.

They can't defeat any Space Marine one on one, but their firepower and armor rating are enough to overwhelm a light infantry squad.

The annihilation virus in the degraded bodies is active, extracting and processing the invisible waste material wrapped under their bone armor and the skin of the fast-growing Tau.

Ammunitions of different shapes, structures, and compositions are ready in the gun-like structure in the hands of the degraded body. The act of pulling the trigger is meaningless in itself. The immaterial muzzle will naturally unleash a rain of death on living creatures.

Suddenly, the degraded bodies of the fourth line of defense began to fire, and countless bullets weaved a chaotic and unspeakable picture towards the imperial army.