Chapter 318 Hard Pimple

Each dwarf cannon is equipped with a different combination of runes. The piercing runes and precision runes overflow with brilliance in the sound of the cannon. The burning runes and seeking runes reflect each other, giving the ordinary cannonballs a destructive character. The power of heaven and earth.

The cannonballs shone with the light of runes, and the artillery fire denser than rain fell fiercely on the Chaos army, vividly expressing the anger of the dwarves.

In an instant, clearings appeared in the chaotic clusters. Demonic armor was torn apart by rune cannonballs, and Chaos War Dogs whined cowardly amidst the thrilling sound of cannons.

Cannonballs screamed out of the organ cannon one after another, playing a deadly sound of fire for the enemy.

Before the blindly charging Chaos Warriors could get a moment's respite from the artillery fire, another burst of artillery fire arrived that silenced the mountains.

They really should turn around, use sacrifices to summon the big demons accompanying the army, and then confront the ancient army on the moat in front of them.

The hysterical dwarf army has the confidence to fight with its last resort.

The former army, which had been thinned out in the first round of saturation strikes, was completely annihilated in the second round of artillery strikes.

The dwarf gunners used the clear vision runes on the lenses to carefully survey the battlefield. The war machines were briefly calibrated, preparing to push the artillery fire southward and gradually devour the dwarf enemies.

The war mammoths were driven towards the dwarves' military columns. These pitiful beasts lost their minds in the sound of cannons and ran towards death foolishly.

Huge beasts were engulfed by gunfire, and their loud screams were lost in even louder explosions.

This cannot continue.

Every Chaos Lord has seen the situation clearly. They have the power to penetrate the dwarf formation, but they cannot rush to the front of the dwarf formation at all.

After they paid a heavy price to get close to the dwarves' shield formation, would they still have enough strength to cross the steel defense lines and destroy the dwarves' war machine?

Every Chaos Lord knows the answer.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god!"

"Skull Sacrifice Seat!"

The frenzy of killing was transmitted to the warriors by the Chaos Lords, which could scare off the indiscriminate bombardment of ordinary legions, but only made the mortal legions of the Blood God completely excited.

From the moment they become Chaos Warriors they are not entirely Norscans.

They had braved the Empire's guns to charge and plunder countless times, and at that time they were just mortals.

Now it is just to experience the storm again. Only the weak will be afraid of the storm. The real warrior should always face the difficulties!

The Chaos Warriors drove the trolls and giants to the front line, and the Chosen Ones were scattered among the Chaos Warriors. The Steel Bull Knight and the Chaos Knight offered their final battle cry to the Blood God, preparing to usher in a decisive charge. The most glorious victory, or the swan song in a long battle.

Even if 90% of the soldiers died, they would still have to break a gap in the enemy's formation.

"Khazukan Khazakit Ha!"

The dwarf warriors seemed to never get tired, shouting war cries over and over to cheer for the artillery fire.

The thick voice was mixed with the continuous roar of artillery, and the fanatical roar was faintly competing with the "Blood Sacrifice to the Blood God".

No dwarf knew whether these sudden Chaos legions wanted to support the Aislin tribe or were simply passing by.

When hatred is written in the book, all the minions of Chaos that appear in the sight of the dwarves are enemies.

When the Chaos legions did not retreat out of fear in the intimidation, all the dwarves knew that a real tough battle was coming.

The Ironbreakers kept their oath and prepared to face the test that the dark tide brought to the dwarves.

The rune masters discussed the master runes that should appear in this battle. The jealous runes would never appear in pairs, so they had to carefully select the most effective one.

There is no doubt that the Master Shatter Rune is the favorite of the dwarves, because other inferior weapons should be shattered in front of the dwarves' sophisticated creations.

The rune blacksmiths in front of the Anvil of Doom raised their hammers and struck out the first rune announcement together.

The sound of runes that can make dragons fold their wings echoes in the sky of gunfire, and the sleeping ancient power is awakened by the Anvil of Doom.

The dwarf war leader's ax is illuminated with dazzling blue lines. He is the center of attention on the battlefield and is also the backbone of the dwarves. His weapon is the carrier of the broken runes.

Before the terrifying lingering sound dissipated, the anvil of doom was struck again.

A rune lord struck the hearth and home runes with a hammer. As the hammer fell, the low echo aroused the pride of all dwarves.

Almost every dwarf has the belief to fight until the last moment, and now they are completely beyond life and death, because they are not alone.

The voices of countless dead people are mixed in the sound of the rune anvil. They are telling the living dwarves about their blood feud that has lasted for thousands of years. Even if all the North dwarves die, this hatred will not be forgotten.

The knocking sound of the fight to the death echoed over and over again, reminding the dwarves that this was a battle at any cost. The reckoning of hatred is today. All timid dwarves will be spurned forever and sink alone in the dark corner. .

The runes given by ancestor Varaya are witnesses of this war.

Another rush of hammering shook the mountains, and another runemaster hammered oaths and iron runes, bringing the blessing of Granni to all armor.

Fine rune armor remembers the hammer that forged them, and responds to the rune master's encouragement with the same hum.

The remaining four rune masters chanted the name of Grimnir and poured all their hatred into the hammer, causing their hatred to strike the runes of wrath and destruction.

The sky darkened, as if fleeing the wrath of the anvil of doom.

The Chaos Legion, charging under artillery fire, ushered in a doomsday sent to them by the dwarves.

A crack tore through the earth separated the front and rear parts of the Chaos Army. The magma rushed out of the ground carrying sulfur, swallowing everything next to the crack.

The Chaos Knights who did not have time to cross the gap were all buried in the fury of the Doomsday Anvil, and the continuous knocking sound was the funeral music.

"Skull Sacrifice Seat!"

Abair and his crazy mounts advanced among the gunfire, followed closely by Khorne champions riding steel bulls, ignoring the shower of gunfire, and carried out a desperate charge without hesitation.

The extremely fast speed caused the Khorne warriors to burst into a roaring roar. From time to time, a champion was engulfed by gunfire and disappeared completely in the firelight.

Death cannot stop the warriors of Khorne.

The dense military formation of the dwarves is right in front of you, and the firing of muskets and the firing of crossbows are just the prelude to the war.

The Chaos Champions who bear the Mark of the True God allow gunpowder to tear their bodies apart. Because their wounds cannot be directly shattered, they will recover as before in a moment.

The demon riders wrapped in flames did not make the dwarves timid. Large shields were stood on the ground by the dwarf warriors. The butchers and berserkers were ready. The Chaos Champions could clearly see the burning fighting spirit in the dwarves' eyes.

Unprecedented joy filled the hearts of every champion.

This is an opponent who can compete with them.