Moths to the Flame

The sky was completely shrouded in Khorne's scarlet, while the air reeked of blood, ozone, and sulfur so thickly that the stench seemed impossible to disperse. Even the ground beneath their feet was no longer soil, but a horrifying, nauseating swamp of corpses, flesh, and viscous blood plasma.

Lund had no idea how long this brutal war would continue, or whether humanity could win. Perhaps this was nothing more than a bloody feast sacrificed to Khorne—a carnival of destruction known as the Apocalypse.

"Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!"

The Khorne Daemons' soul-shattering roar converged into a tsunami. The scarlet tide in the distance gradually came into focus, entering the eyes of the 113th Regiment.

Mere mortals were like pebbles tossed into a sea of blood in this terrifying meat grinder of a war. They could only stir up insignificant ripples,

before being completely devoured by the endless tide of slaughter!

"They're here."

Commissar Lund's breathing grew heavier over the communications channel, each breath like a hammer pounding an anvil.

Even the air around them had grown unbearably hot, as if scorching his lungs. The thick Promethium fuel and the stench of blood made him feel as though he were standing in Hell.

No, this was Hell!

"Call in artillery!!!"

The Company Commander roared first, symbolically raising the curtain on the battle.

The 113th Regiment's mission was to cut off the Chaos flank's encirclement of their main force and buy the main army enough time to retreat.

Before that... aside from the artillery behind them, they would receive no assistance.

The good news was that they had unlimited authority to call in artillery support.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!!!

Soon, Hellfire Missiles dragged blazing trails across the sky like a meteor shower, smashing toward the direction of the