This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 402 What have we won, sir?

Amidst wind and rain, the world was a constant interplay of light and darkness.

The cries of agony and shouts of killing never ceased.

Both sides felt that the battle was exceptionally difficult.

So far, the holy Karna has posed the greatest threat to Nurgle's army.

His burning flames and holy light that purifies all emotions are deadly to demons.

The roaring Plague Lord swung his wooden paddle, striking Karna's eternally burning armor.

It joined forces with another great impure being who had also contaminated the Dawn Sector, Fevier Broken Bones, who represented dengue fever.

The other one died long ago; before the counterattack launched by the benevolent father could reach its location, it was killed by the Lord of the Crows.

Thanks to the power they gained from polluting the Dawn Star Sector, they were still quite strong at this time, barely managing to cope with the attacks from the Eternal Burning Angels.

A straight-line sprint, unstoppable by ten thousand.

One person alone seemed to display the effect of an entire legion charging forward. The angels flying close to the ground pounced on him in the blink of an eye. These postures were simple and unadorned, but every action was born for killing.

There was no time to use spells to intercept them; those ranged attacks, as insignificant as mosquitoes, were completely ignored, and their destructive power was enough to make any demon that tried to block them regret it.

Thiel Preger proved this.

Hesitation was almost tantamount to death; his already scarred arms were scalded and bubbling from the flames.

A series of broken green corpse pieces spun into the air.

Felix Brokenbones silently turned and moved away from the burning pile of corpses blocking his way with his brother, who was back to back. He brandished his club in an attempt to force the angels back, but he was sent flying the moment the club touched the weapon.

An emotion called panic accumulated in my heart.

Wow!

One of the outer demons fell silently. As it fell, the Third Brotherhood Captain of the Grey Knights shouted a battle cry, but it was nothing like the obscure words he usually used. It was just a contemptuous roar. He killed one of Nurgle's champion warriors with two slashes.

The swordsman beside him immediately stepped forward and, using obscure language, locked him in the shrine.

These spoils will become valuable resources for further analyzing demons in the future, enabling the Grey Knights to more effectively kill them.

These Grey Knights and the elite killing squads of the Unified Ring fought their way out back-to-back, covering each other while turning around to drive away the surrounding disease.

They parried, stabbed, and slashed, breaking broken weapons and driving their gleaming golden weapons deep into the bodies of enemy soldiers.

"For humanity!"

Karna roared.

"Until death do us part!"

Bell Sepatitus shouted loudly.

Behind them came the endless shouts of the Holy Blood Angels, which roared along with the entire army.

They slayed the plague legion's bloated and foul-smelling demons one by one.

Hey!
A headless Plaguebringer corpse fell, a dying scream emanating from its eternally smiling face. A Nurgle crawled on the ground for a long time, searching for its companion's severed head, before being crushed into pieces by the silver iron boots.

Click!

The body of an Astartes was seized and torn in two by Tyre Preger. As it gleefully threw the corpse aside, the Astartes growled and grabbed the broken bones that had pierced him with its bare hands. Its knees fell to the ground, its arms clung tightly to the Great Impure One, and it held its torn arms with both hands.

Then a bright light burst forth from beneath his armor.

Boom! ! !

The Lord of Tearful Plague rolled in a pool of blood.

When these fearless troops charged forward again, Fevre Broken Bones rammed them out of the encirclement and pushed aside those around him.

They were wrestling with each other, as if they were possessed by something, but only one of them was the demon.

Looking at his companions who couldn't help but flee, and at the enemies who showed no fear of death, the Lord of Tearful Plague believed that his side was definitely not the one to lose.

The battle cries reached his ears, and although he was still hesitant, the escape of his companions gave Thiel Preger a glimmer of hope.

If we retreat a little further, the enemy's offensive cannot be endless under the same circumstances. The longer we die, the greater our chance of survival.

He retreated hastily.

They kept retreating.

"Don't try to escape!"

Karna gave chase, catching a glimpse of two figures in the shadows out of the corner of his eye.

"It's now."

This low shout was different from the previous ones, and the being in the shadows did not hesitate.

As the two most powerful Nurgle archdemons retreated, the formation that had been locked in a stalemate on a series of uneven curves suddenly surged forward, like an amoeba feeding on microorganisms, engulfing the area that had suddenly lost its resistance.

The golden-masked wizard swung his chains, which bound the wooden oars. The grey knights who surrounded him rushed forward and sliced ​​open the yellow skin of the Plague Lord.

Ah!
Caught off guard, the Lord of Tear Plague felt excruciating pain all over his body, and his body wanted to release the virus again to drive away these annoying ants.

puff-

Blood splattered, like a viscous colony of fermented bacteria, leaving only mottled marks on the silvery-white armor.

quack!
Not far from it, the Lord of Dengue Fever screamed.

Karna kicked him to the ground, and the great demon, whose body was radiating heat and steam, thrashed and fell into the burning darkness that had suddenly appeared beneath his feet.

"Do not--"

Puff~ Puff~
The chaotic sounds, like the clamor of hunters devouring their prey, rose again.

These great impure beings were so enormous that cutting into their bodies was like cutting into bottomless wax.

However, wax will only melt when it comes into contact with a flame. "No, no!"

Feeling their life force gradually extinguished by the hacking, their faces, which had been filled with excitement not long ago for spreading disease, were now covered in despair.

In different regions, both demons were executed by slow slicing in almost the same way.

At the same time, Karna used his spear to cut down seven more great demons.

Their corpses surrounded them, turning into clumps of black carbon.

"Fall back!"

The raging fire that never ceased was momentarily halted.

With the tactical objectives achieved, the entire front began to shift from offense to defense and began to contract inward.

Mobile forces began converging on the area where the Primarch was located, preparing to deal with any possible counterattack.

They lost 13,000 of their compatriots.

The last few died in the Green Nest, their bodies consumed by flames to prevent them from being desecrated.

As the imperial glory once again shone overhead, and as the medicine was injected into their bodies, they began to regain their vitality, and cheers erupted on the battlefield.

Exhausted and covered in blood, the soldiers rushed along the retreat route amidst the shimmering glow of their armor. The covering army continuously unleashed artillery fire, and the Spirit Titans swept through the weapons, carving deep furrows in the path left behind by the departing troops.

They proudly shouted the battle cry of the Wings of Dawn towards the approaching green tide.

The indignant roars of the Nurgle demons echoed across the battlefield.

To have someone break into your home and kill you is an unprecedented disgrace.

But can they retreat?
Allowing the garden to be burned further would make them die a worthy death!
Not everyone is like Mortarion and Korgas, those pampered guys!
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Corax also chose to retreat in time, and took the opportunity to rescue a wounded person in front of a perceptive Blood Angel.

Many people chose to do this; they lifted up their wounded compatriots and then left calmly.

Corax lowered his head.

That was a Dark Raven Guard.

Dawnwing has always been aware of the internal divisions among the various chapters caused by their long-standing split, so they have been actively promoting communication between the chapters.

The celebration of the consecration, the Ring of Unity, and a series of exchanges surrounding the resource points that the Wings of Dawn are gradually establishing throughout the galaxy.

These are all excellent warriors. With their return, they have gained control of the discourse within their respective battle groups, thereby further easing the strained relations between them caused by a lack of communication.

"My warrior, the apothecary will be here soon."

Sensing the warrior's struggle, Corax's expression shifted for a moment before he finally spoke to comfort him.

Karna told him.

"Did we win, sir?"

The soldier gripped his weapon tightly and asked.

Korak glanced at the badge around his neck, written in ancient Kiawa script, which read 'Kavan Stryker'.

"Won."

The Primitive's brief reply.

"Is that so, sir?"

Kevan Stryker let out a breath.

The moment he relaxed, he felt an unprecedented warmth envelop him.

"Is this what victory feels like?"

He asked incredulously, "Sir?"

"This is what victory feels like, my child."

Corax, protecting his offspring, said, "I will do everything in my power to ensure your survival, until we can all get used to this feeling."

"What have we won, sir?"

The commander of the third company of the Dark Raven Guards spoke through a thin membrane of blood from behind his closed eyes.

"Quickly, report the information. Don't let the Primarch handle this kind of thing again."

Led by the Inquisitors and Grey Knights, psionic squads carrying data and samples traversed the gap between reality and the warp, heading towards completely safe regions. The data they carried contained information on how humans should deal with demons, along with a series of supplementary materials based on practical experience.

It may not be the way to eliminate demons—

But for those battlefields that have not yet been touched by the radiance of the Dawnwings, even a method that can weaken it is invaluable.

These results from various regions will be analyzed, integrated, and, after detailed verification, promoted, popularized, and applied to the battlefields where they should be utilized.

This was a surprise attack, not a large-scale war, but its adversary and the region in which it took place destined it to be extraordinary.

Regardless, they gained from this costly battle and made the enemy pay the price.

The war brought them what they deserved.

This is unlike any other time in the past.

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As the demons continued to surge toward them, Corvacs Corax's heart was no longer filled with irritability and resentment.

"future."

He answered from the bottom of his heart.

“It’s the future.”

(End of this chapter)