"Who??"

For the first time, the dwarven tomahawk did not feel the usual sensation of splitting armor and body, and for the first time, the rough little man made a sound other than a senseless roar.

"I am your judgment!"

The Inquisitor of Grevix's sword barely withstood the dwarven warrior's powerful swing, and the flint flintlock pistol that had been hidden in his right hand suddenly pressed against the dwarf's unprotected chest.

"Die, monster."

"Touching ————!"

The Inquisitor's special large-caliber flintlock pistol has always been the hidden secret of the only female legion leader, and too many powerful heretics have died under the power of this terrifying mercury-dense bullet like a small cannonball, which is very terrifying.

Thick gunpowder smoke filled the entire area, and no one could see the battle between the two people at this time, but the entire battlefield was already white-hot.

The bloodthirsty slaughter of berserkers is terrifying, and even the most elite warriors will feel despair and fear in front of their hideous faces.

And the heavy armor and absolute calmness of the devourers of Arkon are even more creepy.

The entire number of the Death Watch Legion can't even go one-on-one with the warriors of the entire Brass Throne, and they are facing a frenzied slaughter, and their morale has fallen to the bottom.

With no pikemen left and the artillery regiment wiped out, the mage regiment, led by its commander Goloni, flew low and harassed with the low-ring spell that was extremely ineffective.

Sigismund's feeling made the great elemental mage Goloni Todd Bollinger who had been hiding his strength once again lead his mages to hide his strength, and became the weak mage in disguise.

As a result, the balance of war is once again on the elite showdown, which is the inevitable result of war on this continent full of irrationality

Akon's heavy armor was extremely tough, and as determined as he was, it was chilling. Inquisitor Drago's holy sword could not even hurt his demonic body, only the sound of empty metal crashing could be heard.

"Demon, why did you give up the pride of being born a human being!"

Drago's pure and unflawed green eyes, like every battle with demons, shed tears of pain and pity that could never be stopped, accompanied by questions from the depths of his soul.

Caldo Drago, the Empire's Alien Inquisitor, is the purest and most gentle and powerful soul on the entire continent. He prayed for every dead and fallen soul, purified them, and wept over their suffering and suffering, known to all in his strong and fragile heart.

The Holy Sword scorched Acion's desecrated armor with a furious fire of purification, and the man's heart was constantly bewitched by the Holy Spirit.

"I know what you've been through, my child."

Drago's armor was split, blood pouring from the wounds cut by the Dark Knight's sword, and the smoke and stench of flesh continued to rise.

He doesn't care, and he will never care about this, because these pains are what every soul must bear for purification.

"What do you know? Hypocrite, what are you trying to coax me??? ”

Regardless, at least this eccentric warrior provoked mood swings other than pure anger from the young Blood God Divine Choice, which was already odd enough and seemed to foreshadow something different from the previous ending.

The fight between the two people became more and more terrifying, and even the people affected were torn apart by death or maiming, and they had to give up their own battlefield.

Field Marshal Sigismund's attitude towards the Inquisitor Caldodrago had always been strange, for he really felt that this man was strange.

This is an innocent man with no origin, and as the child of an elite warrior, he joined the Orphan Academy for these people, the Sigmar Empire Loyal Heir Academy, which was set up for these people.

By the time he reached his teenage, the odd boy was blessed by everyone, for he was a perfect horror that made people feel incomprehensible, but willing to accept it.

This is a boy who is completely unangry, who will cry because of anyone's pain and sorrow, and will laugh and cry because of anyone's happiness.

Either way, he didn't understand what anger was, which was strange and made the child strong and fearless.

Without anger or fear, Dragoh grew stronger and more valiant and combative.

In this way, the young warrior slaughtered the enemies of the Empire, prayed and wept for them, ignored the scars all over his body, and fought with determination.

Demons, warriors bewitched by demons, corrupted archmages, nobles who have chosen the path of demons, all come under the sword of this mourner and kind knight who is compassionate at all times.

Soon, when one of the Inquisitors of the Imperial Legion, the alien Inquisitor, the former leader of this warrior, died at the hands of the demon, the era of glory belonging to this terrible warrior truly came.

From the first day he saw this warrior, Marshal Sigismund had always had a deep dislike for him. It's not like that kind of hatred that passes through the soul, it's more like a sense of xenophobia.

What exactly "he" was, no one really knew, but the old marshal didn't believe that this monster was human, and even the demon didn't give him such a strong feeling of disgust from the depths of his soul.

"Ah——————!!h

With a wild roar, another part of the battlefield caught Sigismund's attention.

In the smoke of the flintlock pistol, Inquisitor Greyfax flew out in embarrassment, the plate armor on his chest split, and the wound oozing blood.

"Ugh"

The strong female warrior endured the piercing pain with her willpower, barely stood up, and looked at the smoke that had dissipated in front of her.

"Y-you coward!!"

The dwarf roared and slowly walked out of the smoke, he looked indescribable, but definitely not a pleasant image.

The whole battlefield has slowly become incomprehensible and incomprehensible, because everything has become completely chaotic, and pure violence and killing have replaced all the art of war.

Astarte's King Akhan is aided by Saruman, the chief mage of the Brotherhood, and the arcane energy is once again filled with arcane energy, like a surging fountain, making the pinnacle duel between the king and the messenger of the gods once again a balance that is extremely balanced and shaky.

The Ultramarines Heavy Armor Corps drove almost all the priests out of the battlefield, and their fearless charge shocked these ascetics who studied magic, and the old warrior Carloan, who was already scarred and about to lose his strength, was still fighting, and the rest of the priests were teleported back to the Black Pyramid under the protection of Babu and others to avoid real attrition, waiting for the arcane to recover and join the battle again.