The webway trembled like the heartbeat of a dying giant. Valdor wiped away the demon blood scabs on his visor, and the joints of the golden gauntlets made a metallic friction sound under the heavy load.

Just as he was about to charge again, the ground suddenly shook rhythmically, the sound of heavy footsteps that was enough to make even the demons of Khorne tremble.

“Brother Waldo! Follow me!”

The sound exploded from the communication channel, carrying the unique metallic resonance of the dreadnought mecha.

A several-meter-tall Contemptor-Gratus-class dreadnought broke through the smoke of gunpowder, its armor engraved with scars of thousands of years of battle, and every dent told an immortal legend.

The built-in holy oil circulation system emits a low hum, like the breathing of an ancient beast awakening.

Valdor looked up and saw the eagle emblem on the Dreadnought's breastplate gleaming brightly in the dim light of the Webway.

It was the badge of honor of the Sixth Company of the Custodes, with the name engraved in Gothic script below: Victor Drakness.

The fearless Gratus Blade suddenly started up, and the built-in twin Hell Incinerators began to warm up, with a dangerous red light flashing from the muzzle.

Energy ripples flowed on the surface of the Imperial Guard's defensive shield, which was as big as a door panel, and the serrations on the edge of the shield left a light blue afterimage in the air.

“Follow Fearless! Forward!”

Waldo raised the blood-stained blade high, and the psychic lightning bursting from the tip of the sword pointed the direction for the entire army.

The imperial guards instantly reorganized their formation, using the fearless mecha as a spearhead, transforming into a golden sword and piercing straight into the heart of the demon army.

The effect of the tactical change was immediate. With a sweep of the Glatus Glaive, the plasma torrents spewed out by the Hell Incinerator vaporized all the demons within the 30-meter fan-shaped area.

Those bloodletters who managed to escape the first wave of attacks were nailed to the ground by the power spears of the imperial guards who followed closely before they could even raise their brass battle axes.

“Push forward! Push forward!” Victor roared through the external speakers of the Dreadnought, his voice a mixture of mechanical hum and the roar of living parts. “Let these bastards taste the wrath of the Golden Throne!”

Suddenly, a sharp whistling sound came from the top of the webway. Dozens of Gyrfalcon hovercrafts swooped down at a nearly vertical angle, their streamlined bodies made of adamantium brushing against the dome of the webway.

The assault guns on both sides of the vehicle spewed out flames, turning groups of horror monsters into crystal powder.

"Support has arrived! Lord Waldo!" The leading Knight Commander Clement of the Imperial Guards shouted in the communication channel.

His motorcycle made a sharp turn and twelve melta bombs were ejected from the rear cabin.

The blue fireball produced by the explosion engulfed the three Nurgle behemoths, and their rotten flesh and blood were instantly carbonized in the high temperature of ten thousand degrees.

What is even more shocking is the group of Ares gunboats following closely behind.

The hatches of these aerial fortresses were wide open, and the fully armed imperial guards stood on the edge of the hatches and jumped down directly from 20 meters above the ground.

They kept firing as they fell, with explosive shells accurately killing important targets.

The impact when landing blew away all the demons within a five-meter radius, and then these golden death gods immediately launched a close-range slaughter.

Waldo seized the opportunity and led the ground troops forward 300 meters.

His power blade had been broken, and he now wielded a greataxe from a fallen Custodian.

This sacred weapon actually emitted an even brighter golden light in his hand.

"Enemy engaged on the left wing!"

As soon as the warning sounded, a group of Tzeentch fire demons poured out from the side passage.

Vicious spells are chanted from their twisted beaks, and deadly psionic lightning condenses in the air.

At the critical moment, the Dreadnought took a side step and the defensive shield slammed heavily into the ground.

The black stone runes on the surface of the shield were instantly activated, forming a semicircular anti-psychic field.

The Tzeentchian sorcery was shattered by the force field, and the rebounding energy burned the caster himself into charcoal.

"Victor! Cover the right wing!"

Before Valdor finished speaking, the Dreadnought had already turned around. With a thrust of the Glatus Glaive, it ripped open the Khorne Bloodcrusher that was trying to launch a sneak attack.

The demon's intestines poured down like a waterfall of lava, making a sizzling corrosive sound as it landed on the dreadnought's armor.

Victor didn't care and swung his sword down, splitting the other demon in half from head to toe.

At this moment, a creepy scream came from deep within the webway.

Waldo knew that it was a sign that the demon lord was about to show up.

He looked at the Dreadnought beside him. Victor's body was shaking slightly, but that was not out of fear, but the desire to kill.

"Old friend, can we still fight?"

A hoarse laugh came from the Fearless speaker: "Before I die... I can kill a million heretics..."

Waldo nodded and took out the last two holy light grenades from his waist.

He looked at the imperial guards fighting bloody battles behind him. Everyone's golden armor had been dyed blood, but their eyes were still as bright as stars.

"Then..." The commander of the Custodians raised the grenade high, "Let us teach these heretics a lesson--"

"——What is the Emperor's Wrath!"

With the flash of a grenade explosion, the final charge began.

The fearless mecha rushed forward with staggering but firm steps, and each of its strikes carried the rage of a thousand years.

The Custodians followed closely behind, bombs and blades interweaving into a melody of death.

In the sky, the roar of the Peregrine Falcon's engine and the salvo of the Ares gunboat's heavy artillery formed a heroic symphony.

At this moment, a blood-red crack that spanned the entire battlefield exploded in the void, and the gushing hot blood poured down like a waterfall.

As soon as Valdor cut off the head of a bloodletter, he felt the ground beneath his feet begin to boil - that was not a metaphor, the black stone web ground was really melting and turning into a bubbling pool of blood.

“Look at these humble bugs, these golden kernels of corn.”

The moment the sound rang out, eight hundred and eighty-eight scarlet lightning bolts struck simultaneously.

Every bolt of lightning that landed on the ground turned into the figure of a Khorne Daemon, their brass armor inlaid with screaming souls, and their heavy breathing spewed out sulfurous steam.

The person standing in the front caused even the battle-hardened imperial guards to involuntarily take a half step back.

Skarbrand.

Khorne's favorite executioner, the vanguard of the Blood God who slaughtered tens of thousands of worlds.

Its more than ten-meter-tall body was made entirely of muscle and brass, and the spikes protruding from its spine were strung with the skulls of hundreds of Space Marines.

Those two legendary blood axes are dripping with blood that will never dry.

"Look! It's the dog of the damned." Skarbrand's huge mouth opened to his ears, revealing his jagged fangs. His voice was like a mixture of the wails of millions of dying people. "The watchdog of the Golden Throne!"

Valdor felt his throat tighten. But it wasn't out of fear, because that wasn't a word in the Lord Commander's vocabulary.

The feeling was pure physical oppression. The bloody aura emitted by Skarbrand made the air sticky, and every breath was like swallowing molten lead.

"For the Emperor!"

Without any hesitation, Waldo crossed his hands and drew out the two swords at his waist.

The two huge power weapons were activated instantly, and the molecular disintegration force field emitted a harsh buzzing sound.

The trajectory of his charge left a golden afterimage in the air, and the sword blade pointed directly at Skarbrand's throat.

"Ha!" The Blood Demon let out a deafening laugh, and his double axes came forward at a speed that violated the laws of physics.

clang--!

The shock wave generated by the collision blew away everything within a hundred meters.

The guards and demons tumbled in the air like fallen leaves, and spider-web-like cracks on the black stone ground spread out for hundreds of meters.

Waldo felt the bones in his arms wailing, and the blood bursting from his knuckles instantly evaporated into red mist.

But this is just the beginning.

Skarbrand spun around, and the blood axe drew a perfect blood-red arc.

The three imperial guards raised their shields to block at the same time, but at the moment of contact, both the men and their shields were split in half.

The power armor was torn like paper, and viscera and blood splattered in the air in a cruel abstract painting.

The upper body of one of the Custodians was still in a fighting posture, his finger even still pulling the trigger of the grenade launcher that no longer existed.

"marshal!"

Waldo heard his men shouting, but his vision was blurred by the blood.

Skarbrand's second axe was coming, and he barely blocked it with his crossed swords.

At the moment of collision, he felt at least three ribs broken and his lungs pierced by broken bones.

Then the world began to spin and he was knocked flying.

The body of the commander-in-chief of the imperial guards crashed through seven black stone walls like a cannonball, and finally embedded itself in the eighth wall.

Blood oozed from every gap in the golden armor, forming a small pool under his body.

The edges of Waldo's vision began to blacken, but he bit the tip of his tongue and used the pain to stay awake.

"Protect the Marshal!"

A death squad of one hundred imperial guardsmen has rushed towards Skarbrand.

They are the most elite guard squad, and each of them has runes engraved on their armor.

The tip of the power spear flickered with the unique light of black stone, and the grenade launcher fired blessed holy silver bullets.

"For Terra! For the Emperor!"

The first wave of attacks hit simultaneously. Twenty spears pierced Skarbrand's back, fifty bolt shells exploded in his head, and thirty power swords slashed at his joints.

The light from the explosion illuminated the entire battlefield like day.

When the smoke cleared, everyone's heart sank.

Skarbrand stood still, only shaking his head slightly.

Those attacks that were enough to kill ordinary demons only left a few white marks on its brass skin.

The spear stuck in its back was squeezed out bit by bit by the squirming muscles and fell to the ground with a clang.

"Is the tickling over?" The demon turned around with a grim smile and swept his bloody axe across.

Ten guards were cut in half in an instant. Their lower bodies were still in the charging posture, but their upper bodies had already flown into the air. The worst was the captain of the guards, Decario, whose helmet was precisely split by the axe blade, revealing the young face underneath - his left eye was gone, but his right eye was still glaring at the enemy until his life was completely gone.

Skarbrand stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked the golden blood on the axe blade. "Delicious," he squinted his eyes in ecstasy, "sweeter than I imagined."

Waldo finally struggled out of the wall. His lungs had been repaired, but every breath he took was a burning pain.

Watching his men fall one by one, the commander of the imperial guards felt an emotion he had never experienced before burning in his chest - it was not anger, but something purer and colder.

"Skarbrand!" he roared, his voice hoarse from his injured vocal cords.

The demon turned his head and showed an exaggerated surprised expression: "Oh? Corn kernels can talk? Let me grind you into-"

It didn't get to finish its words. Valdor had already rushed in front of it, stabbing its eyes with his two swords at a perfect angle.

The attack was so fast that it was beyond the physical limit, and even left two golden vacuum trails in the air.

“You!” Skarbrand barely turned his head to avoid the sword, but his right eye was still cut by the tip of the sword, and a stream of magma-like blood spurted out, “How dare you hurt me!”

Waldo knew he couldn't win, but he didn't need to win, he just needed to delay.

In the interval of the battle, he caught a glimpse of the Dreadnought Mecha Victor leading the remaining Guards to establish a new line of defense, the Ares gunships were reorganizing, and even the heavy footsteps of the Emperor-class Titans could be heard in the distance.

Waldo stood on top of a mountain of demon corpses, his golden armor no longer showing its original color.

The scarlet blood of the Khorne demons coagulated into thick blood scabs on the shoulder armor of the Lord Commander of the Custodes, which kept peeling off with his breathing.

An ice-blue eye was revealed in the crack on the left side of the visor, and its gaze was as cold as the frozen core of a star in the deepest part of the ice galaxy.

"Come on! Heretic!"

His voice didn't seem to come from his throat, but rather like a war roar squeezed out from deep in his chest.

The power sword hummed in his right hand, and the runes on the sword flickered like breathing. The demon blood dripping from the blade eroded small holes in the ground that emitted green smoke.

Three hundred meters away, Skarbrand stopped slaughtering the imperial guards.

Its six-meter-tall body slowly straightened up, and the golden corpses skewered on the two bloody axes slid down like rags.

White sulfur-smelling gas gushed out of the demon's nostrils, and blood seeping from the cracks in his brass armor formed a small lake at his feet.

“Hahahaha!” Its laughter made the entire webway tremble, and the black stone walls fell into pieces. “I will offer your head to the Blood God!”

Waldo did not answer. He bent his knees slightly, and the servo motor of the power backpack made a beast-like low hum.

On the retina of the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Guards, tactical data flowed like a waterfall.

Just as Waldo was analyzing the tactics, Skarbrand moved.

It charged like a falling meteorite, its brass boots causing the ground to crack and splash every time it stepped on the ground.

The two blood axes dragged long blood trails in the air. The wailing souls on the axe blades suddenly screamed collectively, forming a sonic attack that was powerful enough to shatter the bones of a mortal.

Waldo also started.

The thrusters at the rear of the golden armor spurted out a stream of azure plasma, allowing his sprint speed to instantly break the sound barrier.

The cracks on the visor expanded further due to the friction of the air, and finally shattered completely, revealing his angular and cold face.

"bring it on!"

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"

The two sides collided with each other, and at this moment, a huge fleet appeared behind the demon wave.