The Chaos warriors climbed feverishly, shields and swords, as swift as apes, and were about to leap onto the battlements at the top of the wall. But suddenly, a chilly storm swept through their bodies, stiffening their hands and feet, and wooden pillars wrapped in metal bear heads burst out, toppling the ladders one by one, smashing into the ant-like flow of people below, and the smoke of dust and the mist of blood rose in bursts.

But there were still a few ladders stubbornly climbing on the red city, their bronze claws deep into the battlements, and there were groups of warriors below who were tightly resisting, unable to be pushed down for a while, and the ladders and wooden pillars were in a stalemate. But it didn't last long, and in the blink of an eye, the chained mace soared like a scythe of death sweeping across the few remaining ladders, knocking down the Chaos Warriors in pieces, like fingers easily picking away aphids from grass stems.

"Lord De Salin, the troops who are being pinned down have suffered heavy casualties, aren't they ......?"

A troll-mounted Chaos General in a peaked helmet cautiously approached the black-haired witch, his expression a little confused. Obviously, assisting on both sides of the gap in the wall was a thankless task, and in a short period of time, hundreds of Chaos warriors were killed or wounded, bleeding profusely, and not a single person could climb the battlements of the wall.

"Go on the attack! Do you want the Norse, who are attacking in the breach, to see the joke of the Kugan warriors? At this critical moment, as long as you attract reinforcements from both sides of the enemy, it is victory, and I believe that our Kugan men are not cowards!"

The black-haired witch slammed into her feet from her towering coldhorn beast. Her voice carried an irresistible force. The sky was dark, the blazing torch reflected her toned bronze body, her beautiful and resolute cheeks, her skeletal staff pointed sharply at the sky, and the coat of arms of Slaanesh shone like a rising flame.

So the doubt ended, and the attack continued violently, backward and forward, wave after wave like the waves of the sea. The bloody battle in the middle also continued to unfold desperately, and the corpses of the two armies filled the soft mound of dirt on the gap, and the knife cut the gap. The spear snapped in the body. Roars and howls shook the sky, and the blood flowed out and turned into red ice, which melted and turned into water again! Between advance and retreat, there is an aura that can shock the soul.

"The battle mage is here!

A frenzied cry thundered through the gap. Behind the red wall, the sword banner of the twin bears with golden tassels flying rose from the smoke clouds. Under that banner. The white Bear Spirit Sacred Seals rose one after another, and then there was the earth-shaking roar of a huge ice bear! In the jungle of spears, several glittering giant bears the size of bison suddenly jumped up. Plunging into the stunned Chaos Samurai, he slashed his helmet, swords and spears, severed arms and flesh furiously, changing the stalemate almost instantly.

"Mid Lane...... It seems that the Norse have lost too, and the Norse have retreated, Lord De Therine. ”

The troll-mounted Chaos General looked up, black mink tails and glittering fangs fluttering back and forth around his broad cheeks. His words were true, for the Kislev powerhouses that appeared in the gap turned the tide of battle with lightning speed, the scales of the battlefield were broken, and the brave Norse crumbled like a receding tide, their finely crafted tomahawks and horned helmets discarded everywhere, and the dead and wounded trampled by huge ice bears on their way to escape.

"The Noss soldiers who were blown into the sky by Morse are nothing more than that...... But it's also good that the enemy's tricks have run out, and their end has come. ”

The scantily clad witch flicked her black braids and looked at the disintegrating torrent with a look of contempt and a hint of a smile, but suddenly laughed again, with a hint of weirdness.

"Now, my behemoths, attack, trample all the reptiles that stand in your way to dust!"

With the flick of De Salin's bare arm, the metal armbands and fangs on her wrists suddenly shone with five-colored light, and the colored rings spread and swirled, expanding like lightning, and soon enveloped the huge coldhorned beast beneath her. Immediately afterward, a brilliant pillar of fire rose from the center of the ring like a comet, followed by a dull roar that shook the battlefield.

With a heavy roar, black hills rose from behind the trench bunkers, and branches and hay slid down their backs, revealing bronze and leather armor and skin covered with thick hair. Large, curved fangs are tied with sharp blades, like the blades of giants. One by one, they stepped out of the huge bunker and rushed like a mountain of action towards the gap in the wall.

They were the pride and darling of De Salin, the War Chilled Beast, an ancient beast of prey from the mountains of the Northlands, with huge bodies as high as twelve or thirteen feet and eighteen feet long, like moving houses. In addition to the semi-legendary Gothic Dragons, they are second only to the War Mammoth in the Northlands and a symbol of wildness and invincibility. Black steel shields undulated on their backs, and behind them were three or four heavily armoured and bow-wielding samurai, long battle banners fluttering behind them.

The beasts of war galloped like mountains in motion, their feet like stone pillars treading the trail of flesh among the fleeing Norse warriors. Thousands of Kugan cavalry and infantry followed them like waves behind a battleship. In a matter of moments, they burst into the gap of corpses and swords, and threw swaths of the Kislev defenders into the sky like sand, shards of flesh and broken weapons flying everywhere.

The white seal lit up again, and the crystal bear roared and pounced on the armored beast, each blow on both sides like the shock of the mountains. But a purple serpent of light rose from the chaotic position, sprinkling its scented breath on the behemoth's body, making them even more furious, and the giant fangs were raised, and the body slammed, and in a matter of seconds, it crushed the bull-sized herd of bears, and passed through the last line of defense of the defenders like thunder. And hundreds of Kugan warriors followed, their triumphant cheers almost thunderous.

"See, shoot at the right moment to have the best effect!"

The Great Witch of Kugan, Desarin, put down her staff and said to the attentive general beside her with a little smugness. Beads of sweat ran down her forehead and arms like a babbling stream. In fact, just now, she had poured all of her magic power into the bodies of the six majestic beasts, and the consumption was quite large.

"Now, take our warriors and don't leave the commandos alone. The first to storm Kislevgrad is ours, and this is the pride of each and every one of us. ”

"Yes, my lord, I'll strike at once!"

The broad-faced general bowed his hand slightly, then raised his banner and ran like lightning towards the smoky gap, thousands of cavalry and infantry following him, their trumpets almost tearing the sky. (To be continued......)