In Warhammer, throwing a muddle is impossible.

"When poor, use tactical infiltration; when rich, use firepower coverage!"

Caesar waved his hand, and the War Workshop's panel flashed wildly. Looking at the massive amount of points accumulated, Caesar revealed a sinister smile.

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"Bomb them! If long-range fire can't take them down, then detonate the explosives at close range and kill these sons of bitches!"

With Caesar's roar, a dozen or so supply crates appeared out of thin air behind him.

Before Osiris could react, he saw Caesar grab high-explosive grenades, molten metal bombs, and cluster explosives from the box and throw them at the monsters and altars without restraint.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The explosions were continuous, and the entire base was instantly engulfed in flames.

The continuous explosions made the ground seem to tremble.

What tactics? What positioning?

Faced with overwhelming firepower, all beings are equal.

The demons of Khorne were blown to bits, their limbs flying everywhere.

This feeling of recklessly squandering points gave Caesar a long-lost experience of what it felt like to be a "whale" (a player who spends a lot of money on in-game purchases).

"Hahaha! Explosions are definitely a man's romance!"

Caesar became more and more excited as he threw the money away; the exhilarating feeling of watching his balance burn away sent his adrenaline soaring.

Finally, under Caesar's massive, relentless bombardment...

The altar, now devoid of blessings, let out a mournful cry of unbearable burden.

Snap! Boom!

The altar collapsed completely, annihilating along with the subspace rift above it.

A dark figure was "spit out" from the closing crack, rolled twice on the ground before stopping.

"Cough cough... I almost got locked up inside."

Vlad dusted himself off, stood up, looked at his two good brothers in front of him, and smiled brightly.

"Brothers! I'm back! Come on, give me a loving hug!"

Vlad opened his arms and rushed enthusiastically toward Osiris.

boom!

In response, Osiris delivered a straight punch that slammed into his breastplate.

"Stay away from me." Osiris looked at Vlad's dried and blackened blood with disgust, instinctively taking a step back, his voice icy, "You're covered in blood, you're filthy."

Vlad clutched his chest, looking aggrieved: "Seriously, officer? I was in there risking my life, and this is your attitude?"

Osiris ignored his antics, silently retracting his fist, a slight upturn of his lips beneath his visor for a fleeting moment.

"I believe you won't die. After all, evil deeds live on for a thousand years."

“And…” Osiris paused, “it concerns Solomon’s life. You may love to play around, but I know you wouldn’t joke about this.”

Upon hearing the name "Solomon," Vlad's playful smile vanished instantly.

"Yes! The old officer is still waiting for us!"

Caesar approached, his expression grave: "The last altar is destroyed, and the warp interference should be subsiding. This planet is safe for now. But there's still that Word Bearer's rotten can on Solomon's side."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Vlad jumped onto the Brutal Blade. "Let's hurry back and get them out! Old Su doesn't know how to fight! If we're late, we'll really be eating at the banquet!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the three settled Colonel Caster in charge of cleaning up the battlefield, and without even having time to repair their damaged equipment, they immediately rushed towards the governor's mansion in Upper Nest.

Their shouts carried on the wind.

"Hang in there, old man! Your dads are here to save you!"

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Another tooth-grinding metallic clang.

The Dark Apostle felt as if his hand was about to be broken, and the corrupted scepter in his hand was trembling slightly.

The Dark Apostle has never felt so frustrated as he does today.

Even throughout his entire life, he had never encountered such a shameless opponent.