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Chapter 319: Will the new recruits of Astartes dream of the Chaos Demons of Middle-earth?
"Sauron said he burned every corner of the Lonely Mountain."

Lankers's modified body, which was more than two meters tall, crashed into the granite bunker, shaking off a piece of debris.

The former captain of the palace guards, now clad in simple power armor, pressed his bolter against the groove of his shoulder armor and roared, "But I think he's farting!"

A hearty laugh echoed from behind the bunker, as twelve unarmored Astartes recruits stood ready for battle.

Lanxes's grenade launcher suddenly poked out the firing hole, and each armor-piercing bullet accurately penetrated the enemy's eye socket and completed a secondary explosion in the cranial cavity.

"I will use this spear to tell them that the rocks of the Lonely Mountain are ten thousand times harder than the fangs of Mordor!"

As the grenade launcher roared again, the blue flames from the muzzle brake lit the approaching orcs like torches.

When the third magazine was empty, Lankers retreated back to the shelter, stroking the gun with his rough hands and shouting excitedly: "This is much more powerful than those women's crossbows in the dwarf blacksmith shop!"

Before entering this world, Chu Xuan had made nearly two hundred simple grenade launchers and fifty sets of simple power armor as weapons and equipment for the Samsara Army.

Now these equipments have been distributed to the Astartes recruits of the Lonely Mountain Regiment, which has greatly increased their combat effectiveness in this medieval world.

As he stepped back to reload, another gunman in the squad immediately stepped forward, ensuring that the rain of death would never stop.

A long battle line blocked the attack of those Mordor bastards.

Lankers was surprised at his own vulgar description of those monsters, but because of such vulgar words, he felt unprecedented satisfaction.

Once upon a time, he faced a murderous monster and shot the monster's eye with the bow and arrow in his hand.

This made him a hero among the patrol.

On that icy morning three years ago, the medal awarded by the white-robed wizard himself was still hanging on his blood-stained leather armor.

When I opened the door, the hanging bell was still ringing, but there was only half a baby swaddling cloth left on the ground, and a piece of skull fragment with teeth marks stuck between the wool fibers.

His wife and three-month-old child were brutally killed and eaten by monsters while he was on patrol.

The weak cannot determine their own destiny.

Since then, he has deeply understood the meaning of this sentence.

Until a few days ago, God gave him a chance to make a new choice.

Only one out of five survives, and even if he succeeds he will only have ten years to live, and all his defects will be exposed in front of that iron coffin.

He lay down without hesitation. The offer was too cheap compared to what he was prepared to pay.

After all, every late night, he would use a dagger to carve the weight of souls required for revenge on the stone slab.

Thus, he gained the power of revenge.

Bastard.

What could be more accurate than this to describe these monsters of Mordor?

Lankers' pupils contracted and focused. The searchlight brought by the savior behind him clearly illuminated the tattoo on the forehead of a monster three hundred meters away. It was an indigo symbol made of baby spinal fluid, wriggling under the festering skin.

This former Silvan elf was now wearing a human skin cloak, which was clearly the skin peeled off the back of a soldier at the outer outpost.

Whoosh!
The silver arrow shot by the elven archer on the city wall pierced its left eye socket. The arrow feathers were still trembling, but the monster had already pulled out the arrow shaft and threw it back with his backhand. As its fangs studded with rotten flesh opened and closed, it spewed out mutterings mixed with blasphemy.

But then several explosive bombs came and completely tore its body and the five nearby cultists into pieces.

But the mass of rotten flesh and blood began to wriggle like a living thing.

"Ha!" Lanxes continued to suppress the attack with firepower, but a strange blue light appeared.

The five remains reassembled into a complete deformity in a heartbeat, with white bone blades protruding from the joints.

These monsters are more difficult to deal with than the zombies on the east city wall.

At least after those rotten zombies were smashed by the warhammer, they would not be "reassembled" like these Chaos monsters in front of him, which were blown into bone fragments and mud by the bombs.

The bomb once again chopped the fusion monster into pieces, but the efficiency was much lower than before.

"Watch out for the ammunition!" Lanxes warned loudly.

These things in front of them are cannon fodder, used to consume their weapons and physical strength.

Therefore, even though they had gained extraordinary powers, they did not lead the Lonely Mountain Regiment to rush out and engage in close combat with the monsters.

"Take turns and charge!" Ranks changed the magazine and began to pour fire on the monster.

Since the transformation was completed, Lanxes' brain suddenly gained a lot of knowledge and experience about war, and in a short period of time, he eagerly absorbed experience and lessons from the battlefield.

This sensitivity to war and killing is imprinted in his and every Astartes' instincts.

So he deeply understood that even if they obtained the blessing of God, their enemies were still there.

It is also terrifyingly strong.

His simple eyepiece reflected the dark sky, seemingly calm, but representing an infinitely dangerous storm of blasphemy.

From time to time, dazzling lightning shot out from the lonely mountain behind him, and each flash could shoot down a large number of evil dragons and Nazgul.

This weapon is named electromagnetic gun.

But Lanxes prefers to call it the Wrath of Vera!
If it weren't for the Wrath of the Valar and the gods guarding the sky above Lonely Mountain, no matter how powerful they were, they would not be able to deal with the enemies in the sky while fighting the enemies on the ground.

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There was a sound like bones being crushed.

Lankers lowered his head, and a layer of frost began to condense on his eyepiece.

But the flames around him were still burning, crackling and making noises.

Then the fog began to surge in from the front, as if it was going to drown them.

"Everyone alert!" he shouted at the top of his voice.

The searchlight behind him was bright, but the light could only illuminate a few meters in front of him.

Lanx and another team member wearing power armor stood at the front, and the other Astartes, who were only wearing simple dwarf plate armor, took out bows and swords.

In the fog, strange monsters like nightmares rushed out. Some were twisted like shadows, and some were tall monsters with rotten bodies. Each one was different, but all were extremely bloodthirsty and terrifying.

Lankers calmly raised the grenade launcher and pulled the trigger. Facing such a large number of enemies, there was no need to aim.

The rest of the team also pulled the strings of crossbows weighing hundreds of pounds, suppressing countless monsters.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
Now that Sauron has launched a general attack, Lonely Mountain will not spare any strength.

So, the improved catapults in the rear began to deliver "ammunition" to the front line.

Saito, riding on an improved flying broom, nimbly dodged the attack of an evil dragon. He waved his wand and a green light flashed. The evil dragon screamed and fell from the sky.

With constant practice, Saito Hajime's killing curse has become more and more proficient, and its lethality has become higher and higher.

If an evil dragon is hit by even one of these arrows, it will die instantly.

Seeing that the position on the ground was being continuously eroded by monsters, he waved his wand and muttered in a low voice.

"The corps attacks!"

Huge stone warriors emerged from the fortress and immediately set their sights on the nearby monsters.

Three or four of them formed a military formation, and the leader wielded a stone spear, pinning a seven or eight meter tall monster to the spot.

Disgusting green blood splattered all over the stone giant, making a corrosive hissing sound.

But the stone giant is not afraid of psychic damage, mental attacks, or fear intimidation, and relies on Saito Ichi's magic.

It can be said to be the nemesis of these disgusting monsters.

The other two stone giants swung their long swords and hacked the monster to death, cutting it into a pile of minced meat.

In another direction, the stone giant rushed into the fog ahead, and dozens of monsters kept grabbing at its body.

The next moment, boom!
The stone giant exploded violently, and the high-performance alchemical explosives directly blew the surrounding monsters into pieces.

Next to it, four or five stone giants directly pushed against an elephant. The enormous force pushed the elephant, which weighed hundreds of tons, back continuously and even knocked it to the ground.

A stone giant leaped high, and the huge stone spear directly pierced the elephant's head.

The self-created alchemical self-destructive stone statue spell that Saito Ichi had initially experimented with on Zhuang Boshi was based on a Harry Potter spell, enhanced by alchemy and some cultivation knowledge. It finally came to fruition on the battlefield of Lonely Mountain. The stone statues possessed bodies far stronger than ordinary rock and possessed a degree of self-discipline, capable of forming battle formations and wielding weapons. Finally, after their bodies were damaged, they could self-destruct.

It can be said that it is a weapon of war that was designed to be used to the extreme.

Apart from the fact that you need to spend reward points to redeem the corresponding materials, and the things you explode are real gold and silver, there are almost no disadvantages in dealing with enemy cannon fodder in group battles.

Moreover, once it is discovered that it has been invaded and controlled, the magic circle set up by Saito Ichi can cause it to self-destruct in advance. The rubble after the self-destruction can be reassembled into stone statues, making it difficult for Chaos to use it. The stone sea tactics are used to consume the Chaos Monster Sea, which can be called the rebirth protocol of the Necrons in the Middle Ages.

On the front line, the Saito Ichi Suicide Stone Mercenary Group can be seen everywhere.

In an instant, flames shot up into the sky, heat waves rolled, and there was also the stench of burnt and vaporized monsters.

The surging fog was directly forced back by the explosion, leaving behind the broken bodies of monsters, zombies, and fallen humans.

The Mordor army's frenzied offensive was dealt a heavy blow and they were forced to retreat in disgrace.

However, this does not mean victory.

The Stone Servant's tactics relied on Saito Hajime's magic power, and their numbers were not enough to completely reverse the situation.

Even if Saito Hajime is a Harry Potter wizard without a blue bar, he will get tired and injured when facing the vast demon army.

The enemies are endless. All the monsters in Middle-earth are rushing towards Lonely Mountain.

This war has just begun.

The next wave of Chaos' attack will be even more terrifying.

Saito looked beyond the fog, not knowing what had happened to the fortresses over there. He hoped the guards could hold out a little longer.

"Zheng Zha, I really hope you can come back soon." Saito Yi whispered.

For some reason, he always felt that they were not the only ones on Lonely Mountain.

It seems that a key teammate is missing.

Soldier Colin struggled to get up from the ground. His mind was in a mess. The buzzing sound and violent screams ruined everything, making it almost impossible for him to think.

Burning wood crackled around him, and the rammed earth ground turned black and was covered with blood.

Several broken bodies surrounded him horribly.

Guard Colin took several minutes to gather his thoughts and realize that he was still in the bunker outside the city wall.

In order to resist Mordor, Lonely Mountain has built dozens of forts of various sizes outside the city walls over the past few decades.

Colin is a guard soldier at the outermost bunker No. 39. He is dull and always slow to react. He only does things according to the rules. His comrades gave him the nickname "Stiff Colin".

As he was on duty outside and didn't like chatting, he didn't get the news of what happened in Gushan in time.

As a result, he missed the legendary divine ceremony of choosing one out of five.

I can only participate in this war as an ordinary soldier.

To say that we participated in the war would be an exaggeration.

As soon as the army of Mordor launched its attack, Sauron's minions completely broke through the outer fortress.

A huge monster fell from the sky, smashed through the fortress wall, entered it, and launched a terrible massacre.

Ten human soldiers were unable to stop the huge monster and were completely slaughtered in a short time.

Colin withdrew his heavy thoughts, looked around, and clearly saw the bodies of his comrades in the ruins.

Most of the bodies were incomplete. Not only were they torn apart, but some also showed signs of being eaten by wild beasts. The top of the skull was opened and the brains were sucked out.

Apparently, the monsters took their corpses as food.

This realization nearly drove Soldier Colin into a rage, but he didn't let it get to him.

In fact, he remained calm.

Lonely Mountain is always peaceful, and most of the guards have no combat experience except for the Survey Corps.

He too has never had a real combat experience.

But years of training are meant to come in handy at this moment.

He quickly checked himself and found that he was not injured.

The dwarven armor, carefully maintained and worn according to regulations, protected him well, but the price was that the shiny breastplate was completely shattered.

He took off his damaged armor and came to his dead comrades, picking and choosing, and took away the intact equipment on them.

When the fortress was breached, according to regulations, he needed to retreat to the city wall as soon as possible, but now there were enemies everywhere. Although he was rigid and inflexible, he also understood that rushing out in this situation would be seeking death.

He crouched down and waited for the sounds outside to fade away, then walked to the broken wall and stuck his head out to look.

boom!
The flaming giant fell from the sky and landed on the ground with a terrible roar.

Colin's whole body trembled, and he subconsciously followed the standard posture he had trained in. He jumped to the side decisively and thrust the spear in his hand forward fiercely.

clang!
The spear made of fine steel made a sound of metal clashing, but unfortunately his desperate stab could not even break the skin.

But fortunately, the thing didn't move and didn't rip him open.

He looked up and immediately recognized what was in front of him.

It was the corpse of an evil dragon, but its entire body had been torn into almost two halves by some weapon. The wound was charred black and emitted a foul odor.

call.
Colin exhaled deeply, calming his racing heart.

Fortunately, it died. This kind of monster can probably only be dealt with by big guys.

But boom, another loud noise sounded, and Colin quickly turned his head.

But the monster before him made him stand there in a daze.

The huge Ao elephant slowly stepped past him and easily crushed Fortress No. 39 where he had just been.

The huge monster seemed not to notice the little ant at his feet at all.

It just kept rolling forward like a moving disaster.

The fortress carefully built by the dwarves looked no different from an ordinary mound of earth in front of it.

Colin saw with his own eyes that several surviving guards were ruthlessly rolled under his feet and never got up again.

"What is this?" Colin said tremblingly.

Colin had only seen this kind of giant in history books.

Although he was filled with panic, Colin picked up the bow and arrow on the ground as he had done in his usual training.

Draw the bow and shoot the arrow.

The arrow hit the elephant and then bounced off mercilessly.

Ao Xiang continued to move forward, not noticing that the little ant had attacked him.

"Stop!" Colin rushed over, picked up the spear on the ground, and stabbed it hard into the thigh of the elephant, but his whole body was carried away by the elephant's forward steps, rolled several times on the ground and hit a piece of gravel.

The Ao Xiang stopped, and the Harad people on it seemed to see this little ant trying to stop a chariot with its bare hands.

They burst into loud laughter, and then the laughter stopped abruptly and there was a huge roar.

As Colin looked on in confusion, the Ao Xiang fell to the ground like a mountain collapsing, making a loud noise.

He was incredulous at what he saw, and muttered to himself, "No way."

"Soldier, if you want to live, get out of here quickly."

A calm female voice sounded behind him.

"Run to the city wall and don't look back."

(End of this chapter)