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.

The pressure on the Brotherhood's charging chariot units dropped sharply after the Brotherhood's charging chariot units joined the battlefield, but they were still surrounded by an enemy outnumbered by their own side.

The most terrifying thing is that these incarnation warriors were beaten back to their prototypes, and the civilians of the redemption city that they turned into were directly killed by the angry warriors or knights in front of them, and the real mass casualties appeared on both sides.

As for the Imperial Heavy Armored Cavalry Regiment, which has been reduced by half of its strength under the harassment of the convoy and the frontal impact of the Lin Yu cavalry, the situation is not very ideal at this time, it can only be said that it is struggling to support under the leadership of the corps commander, hoping that there will be some breakthroughs on the battlefield in other directions, which can help them break this terrible predicament.

Dorn and his own Imperial Fist Heavy Legion and the Storm Boy mercenaries [Vulture Squad] led by the Greenskins Chieftain Zugstuka are locked in a bloody and brutal madness.

Zugstuka was powerful, each blow was like a thunderbolt, and Dorn, as a resolute and fearless legion, advanced step by step with a long sword in his hand, and almost slashed the old opponent several times.

"Damn it, what about reinforcements?!"

Once again, Dorn dodged the orc's kick and roared as he looked at the archers behind him who hadn't shot an arrow in a long time.

"Clark! What are you doing!! ”

"Don't get distracted when you're fighting!"

At this time, Zugstuka seemed to be enraged, and roared with a blow that directly cut off one of Dorne's shoulder armor, and the powerful attack made the man almost unable to stand, but he still subconsciously returned with a heavy sword, cutting off the orc's funny large-brimmed military hat.

"There's no boss here, stupid greenskinned monster."

Two people (?) Probably), his eyes became sharp and hideous, and the fight escalated further, to the point that even the soldiers and orc boys who were fighting next to him had to give way.

Clarke's bow was raised, just as a short, dark, ominous figure appeared behind him.

Perhaps the most regrettable thing in his life was destroying the powerful hearing that his elves were proud of in order to hunt down the green dragon that gave him his cloak and dragon's throat bow.

His ears were only filled with the fire and the noise, and he didn't even hear the sound of the tiny but incomparably close blade drawn behind him.

A green dagger, like a mother's caress for a newborn, rubbed against the elf-white neck that seemed to be bloodless.

The toxin seeped in faster than expected, and the vitality of this powerful archer disappeared in an instant with the blood flowing from the wound.

Only the body that has not even reacted is left, and Wuzi is still making the action of drawing the bow, but he can no longer shoot deadly arrows.

When the people around him reacted and shouted, a large handful of poisonous daggers were thrown by the black-robed assassin, instantly emptying all life around it, leaving only the terrible slayer to laugh and look at the slowly falling elven remains.

The same thing happened to Yi, the same assassin covered in darkness, who suddenly appeared from the fog of the battlefield and aimed his blade at Yi in the rearmament force, but this mysterious man from the east was not as reckless as the conceited elf.

The short bow in his hand flipped lightly, not needing to know what the enemy was, and the man's instincts told him that he had to shoot when he complied.

When he heard a small sound and turned around, he could no longer see any assassins, but he found that he had shot one less arrow on the ground, and the stinking blood on the sandy ground that had not yet been dried by the scorching sun.

The most terrible assassination took place in St. Giles himself, and the Emperor had already noticed it when that figure appeared, but even then it was barely able to tear through the space in the shadows.

"Judgment!!"

The enraged king almost instantly unsealed the angel armor and barely resisted the assassination, only to find that three daggers were attacking together.

The Judgment succeeded in injuring the Assassin hiding in the shadows, forcing the terrifying being to take shape, though the Emperor had already determined what had attacked him and his army when he saw the three long green daggers.

"Human thing, die! Die! ”

Finally, the mysterious assassin stepped out of the shadows, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and twisted his horrible face with anger written all over it.

"Sure enough, it's you, Snicky, the most despicable and insidious assassin of the nezumi."

Obviously, the nezumi in front of him with a knife in both hands and a dagger wrapped in his tail is a very famous guy, and even his attack methods and weapons can be remembered by a human emperor.

The Skaven Rather's Ashin Clan, which specializes in strategic charity nights, the leader [Great Night Lord] Snicke's "Young Claw" and "Tactical Weapon" [Master of Death] Snick, the top three assassins in the entire continent, the warlords, kings, and magnates killed by this nezumi, and the bones of heroes can make a monument dozens of meters high for this cunning warrior.

"Human—"

The rat-man's voice was as piercing as a blade scraping glass, and even the mere mere conversation with him would lead one into the abyss of nightmares.

"-We still have an account to settle, and it's something other than business!"

When the figure moved again, it was as strong as St. Giles and hurriedly armed his whole body, and the Holy Flails and Battle Shields were set up in front of him, ready for battle.

However, when he lowered his shield slightly, ready to look at the enemy's position, he could only see mutilated corpses all over the high ground, and the entire command team, heralds, and hundreds of Praetorian Guards were killed by this death incarnate rat without even resisting, and in less than a second, this terrifying assassin completed the assassination in the face of thousands of people.

"The assassination of you has begun, be careful, human."

Leaving such a sentence, St. Giles frantically bombarded the surrounding space, and he could no longer hurt this real powerhouse who had achieved a blow thousands of miles away, and he was a monster who really had a grudge against him.