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

"And even if the Iron Warriors are a bunch of treacherous beasts, wouldn't it be nice if we died on the way to the final charge? Or do you want to die in the mud kicked up by the shells?"

The bishop of the Anglican Church was moved. He was a man of deep martyrdom, and so were the nuns under his command. Priest Us has seen several times that the Battle Sisters and the Holy War Army of the Ecclesiarchy ignore orders and deployments and forcibly break through enemy positions. They left corpses all over the ground, winning unparalleled admiration from the zealots of the state religion. They also severely damaged the morale of other troops. In their eyes, this was a failed and poor attack.

Pastor Wus couldn't comment on the fanatical atmosphere of the state church. After all, such a group of people were needed on the battlefield to attack the enemy's strongest line of defense. The ferocious fortress built by the Iron Warriors will scare away rational people. Only those who are carried away by fanaticism can stride towards the fire coverage area. In a sense, stupidity gives mortals amazing courage.

But the bravery of the Space Marines is not out of stupidity. They know everything about the battlefield and how they will die. They always stand in the most difficult and desperate places on the battlefield just because the two virtues of responsibility and loyalty support their souls.

The Imperial troops surrounded by the Iron Warriors made their final mobilization, and all the remaining supplies were distributed to units at all levels. The armored forces that had not been repaired by the Mechanic Priests were also forcibly removed.

The Black Templars, Cadian Guards, Battle Sisters, and Ecclesiastical Crusaders gathered together, and then walked towards the gap in the encirclement.

As soon as Marshal Amarna climbed over the high ground that was taken over by the Black Templars and the Iron Warriors in turn, he saw a gap in the steel-colored iron wall in the distance.

The front of the gap is extremely flat, and all craters, barbed wire, and anti-tank piles have been removed. Even if the Iron Warriors launch an attack, the Imperial Armored Forces can easily break through here quickly.

On the sidelines, Priests of Uth and other Templar monks monitored the situation of the Ecclesiastical forces, preventing their sanity from being washed away by hatred of traitors and a passion to show loyalty to the Emperor.

The Iron Warriors' position was quiet, with only the sound of the wind blowing. The marching Imperial troops were noisy, with imperial commissars shouting to maintain order and the religious nuns chanting fanatically in preparation for the final battle.

When the Imperial forces completely entered the effective attack range of the Iron Warriors' heavy bolter machine guns, Amarna was able to observe the Iron Warriors' condition in more detail.

Some Iron Warriors looked excited and happy, with their high heads showing their pride in the heirs of Dorne, and also vaguely revealing an infinite yearning for the future life.

Disgusting... hypocritical... Amarna narrowed her eyes and commented coldly.

Another group of Iron Warriors looked confused, with a deep melancholy lingering in their souls. The past and future time collided fiercely in their bodies, and it was difficult to distinguish them for a moment.

Confused coward!

The last batch of Iron Warriors met Amarna's memories, full of resentment, sharpening their knives, looking around, looking around to see who they didn't like. Intentionally or unintentionally, he pointed the muzzle of the gun at others and slightly bent his finger on the trigger.

So there is a conflict within the Iron Warriors? Because the news has not been verified as true or false?

Amarna had many doubts in his heart but he did not show it. He just walked silently to the Iron Warriors' position and ordered all imperial troops to stop.

"If you have any traps, use them now!" Amarna roared.

Claude sneered a few times, "To put it harshly, you are already in the trap. What a hunter should do at this time is to harvest the prey, rather than laboring to make new traps."

After saying that, Claude's order was passed to the Iron Warriors. They made way enough for 10 Poison Blades to drive side by side, and the weapons ready for use sank to their abdomens. They seemed to have no intention of attacking.

Amarna and his Black Templars did not rush into action. They stood in a row and confronted the Iron Warriors with full vigilance, while other Imperial troops walked by them uneasily.

Claude didn't even look at the imperial troops. He was quite fed up with the stubbornness and self-righteousness of the Black Templars.

When the Imperial troops passed the Iron Warriors' position, the Ecclesiastical Bishop suddenly attacked. It seemed that he could no longer bear the blasphemous aura of the Iron Warriors. He took out his treasured Emperor's Sacred Artifact and threw it at Claude's armor.

The Iron Warrior was nervous when he saw his movements. He was not afraid that he would hurt them by throwing bombs or something, but he was worried that the sudden explosion would cause the extremely nervous Imperial troops to attack. At that time, the Iron Warrior could only hold his arms. A bunch of urns went to see Perturabo.

However, this worry disappeared after the bishop took out an emperor's sacred weapon. Claude looked at the white-haired bishop with ridicule and disdain in his eyes.

The emperor's holy weapon hit the armor, and after a flash of light, it fell to the ground weakly. The bishop of the state church was stunned. He couldn't believe what he saw in front of him and muttered to himself, "How is this possible? What? You, an evil demon, should be purified by a holy weapon! How can you still have a body?"

"Holy Artifact? Ha!" Claude did not bend down and picked up the Holy Artifact with his mechanical prosthesis. "We are the Astartes, the sons of the Primarch. What do you think of us? Demons? It's really ridiculous. , I have a physical examination every six months, and even my subordinates do the same."

Throwing the holy artifact at a mantis-shaped demon engine, Claude pointed without mercy at the demon engine that was burned and disintegrated under the influence of the holy artifact and continued, "That thing is the devil, and we are the forging demons. Blacksmith, you have to distinguish between priorities, do you understand?"

The bishop of the state church opened his mouth, not knowing what he should say at all. This was the first time in his short life compared to that of a Space Marine that he had spoken to a Chaos Space Marine.

"I will not listen to the voices of you blasphemies! Every breath you take pollutes the pure land of the empire! Repent! You evil spirits!"

Seeing the red-faced and unreasonable look of the bishop of the state church, Claude was very angry. If it had been before, he would have smashed this ignorant bishop to pieces with one fist.

But his father was busy with his mission, so Claude could only tolerate the offense of the bishop of the state church, and just flicked the bishop's shoulder with his finger and knocked him away.