I Could Fight You All Day!

113th Regiment's defensive line was on the verge of collapse under the Chaos Daemons' assault, wavering and crumbling.

With the Commissar and Company Commander leading the way, the surviving soldiers of the First Company let out even fiercer roars. They fought back with lasguns, bolters, bayonets, and Entrenching Tools, tearing furiously into the Khorne Daemons and their minions surging toward them.

The Basilisk's main gun roared, trying to drive back the approaching war engines.

But this was an apocalypse!

Wars of this intensity were raging almost every moment!

The armored regiments' self-propelled guns fired without pause until their barrels melted from the heat and burst. More than a few soldiers had worked themselves to death hauling shells for hours on end.

And yet, what difference had it made?

Khorne's Daemon Legion was still endless, pouring from the Warp Rift like a crimson sea, as if they could never be killed!

Despair was like maggots gnawing at the bones.

More than that, it was a chill seeping into their marrow, constantly reminding them of the horrors of this war!

"Come on, you Daemons!!!"

At that moment, the valiant Lund seemed like a god descended from the heavens. His Chainsword was slick with the blasphemous flesh and blood of Daemons, his eyes bloodshot as he roared, "Come on, you filthy bastards! Kill me!!!"

"Holy shit, the Commissar's that fierce?!" Alexei swung his Entrenching Tool in a wide arc, smashing a Daemon minion. Panting, he turned his head—and saw the young Commissar, who had only just joined them, wielding a Chainsword and slaughtering the Daemon minions like a tiger among sheep.

At first, they hadn't paid him much mind. But before long, even the Company Commander was stunned by the young Commissar's frenzied bloodlust.

Ripping apart Khorne's Daemon minions with his bare hands,