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

The poison blade's cannonball passed by the chaotic and disorderly light ball of the Deteriorated War Dog. The shell completely smashed through the body of the Deteriorated War Dog. The broken into two parts of the Deteriorated War Dog fell hard to the ground, leaving only Stand with two reverse-jointed legs.

The energy dissipation system of a poison blade was finally overloaded. The green-painted poison blade looked like a piece of red-hot iron, and the terrifying heat rushed towards the crew inside.

The effects of the high temperature, such as the acceleration of metabolism, only lasted for a short moment. After taking a few hard breaths, the crew members suddenly found themselves in pain like a squid pressed on an iron plate and slowly fried.

They tried to escape, but were staggered by the melting hot soles of their shoes. The body of the unlucky guy who fell on the metal surface immediately stuck to it. The pain drove them to wail, but the hot air had burned their throats, leaving only faint coughs.

Their efforts to save their own lives failed within a few seconds. Bendict silently blocked the communication channel of the crew. He did not want to hear the cruel sounds of the bodies being roasted, dehydrated and burned.

"At least we avenged them." Lieutenant Terry said sadly, and then a team of Leman Russ tanks took to the sky after he finished speaking.

When dealing with new enemies, old experience will always drag some people towards failure. Seeing the degraded war dog that collapsed, Bendict and the others' relaxed nerves naturally thought that the war dog had lost its combat effectiveness.

They suddenly woke up when the weapon of the degraded war dog pierced the ground and destroyed a group of Leman Russ tanks.

"Damn it! The battle isn't over yet! Keep attacking! Keep attacking!"

"Filled!"

"emission!"

Suddenly, the inside of the Poison Blade tank became lively again, the roaring sound was intertwined with the rumble of the tank's operation, and bullet casings and sweat fell on the dirty metal deck together.

The Deteriorated War Dog has now become a fixed turret. In fact, his two pieces of equipment that imitate the appearance of Titan weapons have been severely shattered, but they can still continue to fire random and dangerous firepower.

"I feel like I'm digging a mountain full of fine iron! How can I kill this thing?" the first gunner Wright complained in a tone full of frustration.

Just when the poison blades were helpless against the degenerated war dogs, several groups of space warriors carrying rocket packs came here through the smoke. Although they came from different battle groups and companies, each of them had a sophisticated power weapon in their hands. .

The Space Marines smashed into the shell of the degraded war dog without any slowdown. The violent collision and shock wave swept away all the surrounding smoke and dust.

The Space Marines used power weapons to disintegrate the degraded war dogs at an alarming speed, just like a school of piranhas chomping on injured prey.

Within a few seconds, this difficult degenerate war dog turned into a pile of broken bones, and the Space Marines also controlled the rocket pack to fly towards other degenerates. These in Krieg and other Astra Militarum troops This guy who was quite difficult to deal with couldn't stop the Space Marines' attack at all, and he just relied on his fleshless nature to force death in exchange for injuries from the Space Marines.

Seeing that the degraded war dogs were eliminated, Bendict felt little joy and excitement. Looking at the fifth line of defense on the distant horizon, Bendict felt a little shaken.

Then he slapped himself hard. How could he have such an idea? Even if there are difficulties, we must overcome them instead of being intimidated.

Bendict adjusted his mentality in an instant. He said to his remaining troops, "Continue to attack until there are no survivors in the Cadia 101 Armored Regiment."

"Follow your orders, for the Emperor and Cadia!"

......

The fifth line of defense, in the barrier of hell.

A huge iron-clad giant was standing in the center of the circular hall, immersing his consciousness in a scarlet illusory sphere, with countless demonic runes surrounding him. This is the core of the defense line and the center for commanding numerous armies and war machines.

There was an even larger and twisted being beside him, with various mechanical prosthetics standing on his back like branches of dead trees. Under the cover of the scarlet cloak is a broken face. Only by smashing the brittle and hard metal can it resemble half of his face. Many small and flexible mechanical eyes are arranged in the gaps in the metal.

The tightly closed explosion-proof door slowly opened, and the red light shone on the cold and gray ground made of metal. A warrior also wearing armor appeared at the open door and walked in quickly. The Iron Warrior Telekre wanted to Report the battle to Warsmith Drau.

"Master War Blacksmith, the Corpse Emperor's troops have reached the forefront of our defense line." There was a sense of depression and depression in Telekli's voice that had been criticized for a long time.

"Things that kill a thousand swords! Of course I know this! Do you think this surveillance ball I worked so hard to forge is for dancing?" Delau shouted angrily, "I should kick you out of the officer corps. Stuff you into the Dreadnought!"

"Yes, Lord War Blacksmith."

"You bitch, you'd better shut up when I scold you!"

"Yes, Lord War Blacksmith."

"I said! Shut up!"

After venting his anger, Delau continued to use his consciousness to intuitively feel the situation on the entire battlefield, and then he gloated, "The degraded war dog you just released is finished. It was torn into pieces by the toy soldiers of the Corpse Emperor."

At this time, the chaotic and deformed mechanical tree next to it started to move. He spoke using an ancient early communicator, which made his voice sharp and distorted.

"We have obtained a lot of data, which strongly proves that the Deteriorated Titan will become an important force in our attack on the Empire."

"Fuck you!" Delao waved his hand impatiently. He never liked this new thing created by the Dark Mechanicus. As an Iron Warrior, he is very pragmatic and can use the large number of degraded bodies assigned to him on the battlefield without any worries, instead of imitating other warbands with psychological hysteria and burning all the degraded bodies. This is like a bullet. Although this bullet is a little dirty, it does not mean that this bullet cannot kill people.

After scolding Delau, he continued, "It was just a small war dog, and it only encountered the most basic super-heavy tank like the Poison Blade. However, there were a few tanks equipped with volcano cannons among the armored forces that the Empire attacked. The Shadow Sword, the Magma Cannon's Doomhammer, and the Storm Blade equipped with a Plasma Explosion Cannon, that degraded war dog has evaporated a long time ago! Not to mention the larger Reaver and Warlord Titan!"