The cultists broke through the first improvised line of defense formed by the original Lower Nest Guard, and with the deliberate indulgence of the Lower Nest Council, they successfully broke through the first of the three newly constructed lines of defense.

This is not an attempt to fund the enemy, but the Lower Nest Council has chosen to exchange space for time, expand its strategic depth, and implement delaying tactics when its morale and military strength are inferior to the cultists, so as to win the overall planning of the rear to manufacture weapons, troop arrangements, military offensive and defensive capabilities, and defensive fronts.

Moreover, they believe that the cultists must not have enough food, and that if they continue to delay, they may be able to cause the cultists to collapse without a fight.

At this time, the cultists, who had broken through the two lines of defense, encountered unprecedented severe resistance in front of the penultimate line of defense. Although the number of cultists was large, the battle line was too long, and a large part of them were still fighting in the rear against the first batch of defense troops.

The defensive line forged by the mobilized soldiers with their lives forced them to halt their advance. Although the sacrifice is huge, if the battlefield can maintain the current situation, then it will be very beneficial to the nest.

When the factories in the Lower Nest have produced a large number of weapons and trained more recruits, they will be able to blow the horn of a counterattack, and the Lower Nest Council will have the ability to launch a large-scale counterattack against the Cultists. Drive them out of the nest, or even annihilate them in one fell swoop.

Unfortunately, this situation only lasted a few days before it changed. Seeing that the nest's defenses were impregnable, the cultists began to ask for help from their evil masters.

After many bloody sacrifices, a group of bloodletters were summoned from the subspace.

The Bloodletters are a lowly demon of the Sadomists, and they are at the heart of the vast legions that make up the Warlords. They are the most ferocious warriors in the universe, and in the name of the Blood God, they have no one to do.

They had ruby red skin—a color that pleased their master, and they had humanoid bodies, beastly faces, long-horned slender skulls, and pupilless eyes that burned with rage—eyes that made people think of the Lord of War.

Unlike other demons, bloodletters always enter the battlefield in a neat queue. This is because their creator is the Lord of War, who has united them to kill together.

The bloodlettes will move in unusually neat rows or in several echelons. However, the teams will quickly disintegrate after contact with the enemy, at which point the bloodletters will compete to see who can take more heads and release more blood from the enemy.

Each bloodletter holds a Hellblade in his hand, which takes the form of a jagged iron sword with a terrifying allure on its smoky blade.

Even the bravest warrior will die if he is struck by a magic blade—his soul will pass through the wound and they will eventually be reduced to a dried corpse.

The Hellblade is the essence of the Bloodletter, and it cannot be discarded or taken from the bloodletter. Each time the Hellblade kills a life, the Bloodletter's power increases.

Therefore, the bloodletter at the end of the battle is even more terrible than the bloodletter at the beginning, when they have rejoiced and strengthened by the carnage they have caused, and they will take more heads for the blood god!

The bloodlettes marched along the avenue in a neat line, marching to the battlefield to the beat of the drums, and the smell of blood lingering around them, making them look like they were dressed in black shrouds, followed by countless Chaos cultists.

But it has already been said before that such a swaggering march on a wide avenue is simply an act of seeking death. The demons also played music, even more fearing that the hidden firepower points in the buildings on both sides of the road would not notice them.

The mobilized soldiers in the firing points on both sides saw this evil world and clenched their machine guns one after another. The index finger rested lightly on the trigger, ready to teach these demons a memorable lesson.

Now is the time!

When the demons reached an ambush spot that would be perfect for the mobilizers, machine guns, automatic cannons, heavy bolt guns, mortars, and missile launchers on both sides of the road spewed deadly tongues of fire at the bloodleters, and incendiary bombs made of promethine were thrown in large numbers, and the entire street was set on fire.

The bloodletters let out a terrible wail, and the Chaos cultists who followed them suffered heavy casualties. The ambush was a fruitful effort, taking out most of the enemy's forces in one fell swoop and destroying his ambition to attack the Yellow Dragon.

But some demons who were on the edge of the road, less seriously injured, escaped from the place of death. They moved quickly, making it difficult for the conscripts on either side to aim, and disappeared into the building in a few breaths.

Abusive believers, like the gods they worship, focus on the use of melee weapons. Reckless, furious, fearless of any blow, rampage forward, these are the best portrayals of the Blood God believers. In the eyes of the Sadist, all those who use long-range weapons are cowards.

And now, when he came to the real world, he didn't kill anyone, but was almost destroyed by the cowards and exiled back to subspace. This caused great shame and fear on the fleeing demons.

They were supposed to come to the real world to kill and spill blood to please their god of blood. But as soon as they came, they suffered so many casualties that many demons rolled back in a daze, and they didn't even kill a single enemy, or even see each other.

They didn't dare to imagine how those bloodletters who returned to the subspace would be treated by their masters, such a humiliating record was unprecedented, and I was afraid that the anger of their masters would also be unprecedented.

"Fight! In the name of the god of blood, let the blood flow all over the world! ”

They roared loudly, trying to wash away their shame with blood. The sound of blood gushing and bones breaking is the best sound of prayer.

They are going to carry out a reckless slaughter to please their master! Whoever dares to stand in the way will be torn to pieces by their terrible power!

Armed with hellblades, these berserkers burst into the building, vowing to build a temple from the heads of cowards who wield ranged weapons.

When the bloodletters enter the building, the mortal mobilizers are naturally no match for these battle-hardened demons, and they often have to pay a hundredfold, a thousand times the price in exchange for the death of the enemy in the narrow battlefield space.

But...

"The Emperor is above!"

Courageous mobilizers launched a death charge against the demons. They use their lives to cover their teammates behind them, giving them the opportunity to kill demons.

Soldier after soldier fell to the ground, and soldier after soldier charged. Go forward and be fearless!

The soldier who fell to the ground stared at the demon who was slaughtering his comrades with a sharp sword. I want to see the death of the demon with my own eyes.

But his blood continued to flow from the wound, and his consciousness gradually blurred, and even his soul seemed to leave this body.

"Emperor, am I a good soldier?"

The soldier could no longer control his heavy eyelids, his head still facing his teammates who were fighting the demon, but his eyes were closed, and he had no chance to see the demon's death with his own eyes.

His soul gradually left his body, and the bloodletter's infernal blade drew his soul. His soul will be absorbed by the Demon Blade and used to increase the power of the Bloodletter. And his comrades will continue to fight against the demons he has strengthened, and it will be necessary to pay a greater price to destroy the demons.

But as the soul was detached, the Hellblade did not absorb it, making it a demonic force. The soldier's soul dissipates directly in place.

Before the soul dissipated, the soldier seemed to see a figure sitting upright on the golden throne, and a whisper seemed to be heard in his ear:

"You are the best soldier..."

...

You're unlucky.

Your nests are being attacked by Chaos Cultists, and you can barely withstand their attacks.

But you're lucky.

You are a loyal soldier with a weapon in your hand.

You will die on the way to the charge, with glory and glory.

You have shown your loyalty to the Emperor!

You can be proud of everything you do!

May your soul return to the Golden Throne.