"It has detected that there are a small number of friendly troops in the fire coverage location you requested, do you insist on fire coverage?"

"Yes, Captain, thank you."

After communicating with Captain Titan and carrying out several indiscriminate firepower coverages, Dade at the tactical table secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The position seems to have been held.

The beam of light fired by the Martian Witch Titan swept the front half of the position across a distance of several kilometers, and those plague walking corpses, terrifying and powerful demon engines were completely worthless under the fire attack of the Titans.

Under the gas mask, his eyes fell on Grote, who was directly opposite, and Dade wanted to say a word of thanks.

After all, without the help of those black orb robots with tentacles, it would not have been possible to quickly build a position with trenches for trench warfare. It would be nice to have time to pile up a few sandbags on the position, and the Death Corps would not be eligible to use the first round of Titan fire support.

But the words of thanks didn't come out, and Dade looked down, skimming over Grote's power armor and landing on Grote's half of the tactical table.

The 44 Infantry Regiment was also holding its ground.

They were only facing the plague warriors, and the situation was not so dire.

Dade wanted to organize the breakout force to fight the 44th Regiment to support them again, but now it seemed unnecessary, so he temporarily dismissed this idea.

At this time, Grote had no idea that the Krieg man in front of him had actually thought of helping him.

But he would never know, as Dade wouldn't have spoken out, and the deterioration of the battle had left the Kriegers unable to spare their men to help the rest of their allies on the front.

The tide of the battle has taken a turn for the worse.

……

Lightning and thunder in the blood mist uncovered by the moving Blackstone Obelisk.

The soldiers of the Death Corps repaired fortifications, deployed men, and placed heavy weapons on the scorched earth bombed by the Titans.

A cavalryman circled from the rear of the position to the front, galloping through the trenches until he burst out of the position, out of the blackstone coverage, and into the strange disembodied blood mist to investigate the situation.

The enemy seemed to be holding back, and they didn't come right away.

The cavalry breathed a sigh of relief, and he was able to check out the strange sights in the blood mist during this somewhat leisurely time.

In the depths of the blood mist, lightning and thunder were still roaring, and crimson clouds gathered in the sky, raining blood.

It stands to reason that just the blood mist is not enough to obscure the vision, but the situation ahead is different from the situation within the effective range of the black stone here, and it is not so strange that the blood mist can obscure the vision when it rains blood in the sky.

Soon, something directly ahead aroused the vigilance of the cavalry.

A sharp spike-like object was jumping up and down towards the position.

The cavalry drew their signal guns and raised them to the sky.

But the next second, the spiky object disappeared from his sight, and it didn't reappear for a long, long time.

Considering the consequences for his companions from lying about the military situation, the cavalry hesitated.

In the next second, the Krieg and the mutant warhorse under his crotch were pierced by a spike-like object, and then like a "ring", they were "worn" on the spikes, following the spikes up and down.

Thunder and lightning roared, and light flickered.

A massive creature was approaching the position, it looked like a Tyranid biochemical titan, but it was a reptile, and the spiked giant was one of its many legs and feet.

It was apparently an alien species called a centoulian on Dracasse, but this one was exceptionally large.

The giant cyclops were followed by the armored forces of the renegade Astral Army, followed by a dense mass of infantry.

The natives of the demon world, mortals or space marines who were tied to the arena to become gladiators and then recruited, are themselves a Chaos Gang led by the leader of the Space Marines who are part of the Delacasi ruling hierarchy.

Even a few demons who are still fairly sober and sober enough to share power with others on Drakassi.

Of course, there are also the relatives of Lord Ubon Drak, those horrible aliens called the Hundred Eye Worms.

The war leader who commanded these armies was now standing atop the giant hundred-eyed worm.

"We're going to tear the mortal lines apart and make those rumored impregnable legions tremble under our onslaught!"

"For the Blood God!"

Ubonddrak stepped on the head of the giant cycloped and pointed straight ahead with his axe.

Crimson lightning fell, sending a blood-colored wave around the Demon Prince's mount.

Under the head of the giant cyclohula, a line of small letters was engraved on the steel carapace that covered the vital parts.

"Gift of Us."

This small line of print has been scratched.

"Why didn't anyone answer me with a war cry?!" Upondrak lowered his axe and looked down at the followers behind the Centavid.

He had just uttered an exciting remark, and it was supposed that a deafening battle cry would be heard in response to his followers, but not now.

However, the Demon Prince soon discovered that his followers were still raising their arms and chanting, but now that they were within the effective range of the Black Stone, their voices could not be directly transmitted to his ears by the blood mist.

In front of the Cyclohula, the Death Corps had already entered a combat state, and even if the cavalry sent failed to send a signal, as long as the lenses of the gas mask were not covered with mud, they could still find a behemoth like the giant Cyclopherd.

Heavy artillery regiments launched rounds of bombardment against the Cyclohulado.

The Demon Prince's mount could not ignore the cannonballs directly within the Blackstone's effect, allowing the Blood God's favor to cause the cannonballs to fall elsewhere.

But the giant cycloped still has a knack for self-defense, releasing powerful biological pulses that disperse and deflect the cannonballs and missiles.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Cranial donation! ”

The terrifying battle cry that resounded through the battlefield came from the bloody jaw of the demon prince's fangs, and although it was within the influence of the black stone, it was no problem to roar a war cry that was enough for everyone to hear.

Upbondrak leapt from his mount, his crimson wings spread, his massive body leaping in an arc and landing right in the middle of the Death Corps' line.

The claws that followed, the Cyclops, pierced through the tank in which the Commander was riding.

The Demon Prince swung his axe in half a circle, and dozens of Krieg soldiers in front of him instantly turned their heads into different places.

The cavalry tried to help, but they were held back by the Star Marines, a warband from the former World Eater Legion.

No one on the battlefield could stop Ubonddrak, who swung his axe and slaughtered like a dance in the splatters of blood and flesh, and like a crimson storm, rivers of blood flowed in his pass.

And the Demon Prince's slaughter was not as simple as killing some mortals, every atrocity he committed on the battlefield and every horrific execution unleashed the power of trembling souls.

More and more people with broken wills appeared, and they scattered and fled from their positions.

And those who stayed behind to face the Demon Prince were also overwhelmed by the weight of fear, and every tremor of their souls was like an invisible hammer striking them, and the mere act of holding still had exhausted their strength.

(End of chapter)