With a uniform pace, as the last heavy infantry regiment, the Seventh Legion of the Sigma Empire, [Ultramarine] entered the battlefield.

Their comrades-in-arms, the Ninth Legion, [Death Watch], followed Field Marshal Sigismund to the aid of the artillery and mage positions that had been attacked in the rear. The Eighth Legion [Imperial Fist] has been slaughtered by the Astartling Cavalry and the Priesthood to the point that nearly half of them have been reduced, and although they have not lost their fighting spirit, they can't hold out for long.

The Seventh Warband, on the other hand, looked no different from the other two Warbands, but in fact the gap was huge, to a terrifying level that only St. Giles and the enemies of the Black-Armored Army knew.

This is actually the first hole card of St. Giles, and it had to be played in advance because of the unexpected onslaught of the king of the Kingdom of Astarte, [Black King] Akehan, on the entire position.

As the forerunner of all the heavy armoured sergeants of the Empire, the Seventh Legion has always been a model for the infantry of the entire Empire, and even Field Marshal Sigismund and Field Marshal Fabius Baer themselves were originally part of the new recruits of this legion, but now they have become powerful field marshals, possessing the terrifying combat power of an army alone.

And the same is true of this legion, which has an extremely large number of individual heroes and reckless and powerful warriors compared to other colleagues who are more disciplined and superior-ordinate.

Each of them aspires to fight as brilliantly as the two marshals, to become a legend who can stand side by side with them, and to work tirelessly for it.

This tendency was exposed the moment they engaged the enemy.

Before this group of warriors arrived on the battlefield, the shield guards of the Imperial Fist Legion were desperately trying to maintain a short defensive line, facing the attack of cavalry, giant serpents and frenzied battle priests like a small raft in the storm, which looked huge but would be swallowed up in an instant if it was scattered.

"Courage and glory!"

"For the sake of the Empire, march!!"

With a deafening battle cry, these warriors directly broke through the shield wall formed by their comrades and rushed directly in front of the Astarte warriors.

Each soldier jumped high as if ignoring the heavy armor of nearly a hundred catties on his body, and pounced directly on the nearest enemy in front of him.

The change in the situation was first noticed by Kelly, who anxiously resisted the reinforcements that were getting closer and closer, and watched the formation of Akhhan's warriors slowly dissolving like flowing water.

These Ultramarines are so powerful that they can tear the cavalry off the giant serpent, or take a hard blow, and then use the long sword in their hands to pierce the enemy in front of them when they are dying, and finally fall to the ground with exhaustion.

These soldiers were as determined as if they were not mortals, Helena's spell directly blasted the warrior who rushed down in front of her into powder, but she was surprised to find that three people had rushed directly behind this warrior, just like she had known that the warrior who took the lead would be sacrificed.

Lunara's spells didn't work on their own, and the horrific warriors charged at her desperately even when their knees were eroded by toxins, their lungs were turned to ashes, and they were in severe pain even if they didn't move or breathe. The burned-out hand showed some white bones, but it still clenched hard and still sharpened its sword.

"Huh——!"

This child, who was not very experienced in the battlefield, was frightened by such a monster, and retreated frantically, almost out of the battle at once. It was only then that the warriors who were chasing her were finally completely corrupted and reduced to ashes, but they had accomplished their goal.

The priests in the rest of the world were in a similar situation, except for the battle priests Carloam and Babu, who were warriors in the first place. For this situation, at most, the opponent has become more combative, and they will just be more enthusiastic.

"Ancient ghosts, rest forever!"

A blue-armored warrior with a difference directly rushed down Babu, it was Malus Calgar, the commander of the Seventh Legion of the Sigmar Empire. This man is so famous on the continent that he even surpasses Marshal Fabius Spair, because of his overpowering fighting power and his terrifyingly calm brain, which can think carefully even on the most bloodthirsty and crazy battlefields.

A pair of monstrous fists made of stainless steel collided with the hammer of Carloan, who had been knocked over but was still fighting.

The powerful pooling of the two forces on the weapon, a sound that shook the earth.

Carloan laughed wildly and kept attacking, and the Captain Calga silently continued to attack with his fists, trying to take down the strange old man as quickly as possible.

Only Babu was completely entangled by a large group of Karga's personal guards, and these people were also absolutely strong, and they were all outstanding people who had the ambition to become heroes.

"We are your opponents until the commander finishes his battle," they said, standing in front of the Báb without hesitation.

Neither bombarding them with magic nor striking them hard could make Babu take a step in the direction of his teacher.

"Ahh

Babu put away his dagger, clenched the scepter in both hands like a war hammer, and launched an all-out attack on the enemy in front of him.

Although Calga's guards were strong and brave, they were literally losing their numbers every second, and it seemed important to them that they were delaying every second they could hold out in a battle that was important to their commander.

And the even more terrible impact on the situation is that the Emperor's Fists Legion, which had been almost defeated and was barely able to maintain the battle line, finally got out of the dilemma of facing the enemy in front and behind after the charge of friendly forces.

Led by Dorne, the leader of the genius swordsman corps who had finally decided to give up command in the back row, the large army of thirty or forty thousand men, despite the remnants, was once again charging against the army that had almost crushed them, this time with an unstoppable domineering and ready rage.

"I am the Emperor's blade and punch!"

Shouting, the tall, strong Roga Dorn jumped into the battlefield, the powerful heavy sword directly smashed the blockers in front of him, like a fierce and cruel meat grinder, Dorn strode forward on the battlefield, no one could resist his artifact-level brass heavy sword.

"When—"

When he swung it out again, there was an old man covered in blood, his white beard had been turned red by the blood of the enemy, and Babu finally got rid of the annoying Kargar Guard, but he did not expect to encounter this monster that was constantly killing his colleagues and comrades.

The two of them had already accumulated hatred because of each other's killing data, and at this time it was a narrow encounter, a terrible battle, and the battle between Karga and Kaloan, who was not weaker than the side, began.