Battle Frenzy (Part Two)

These monsters understood this well. Whether by instinct or experience earned through years of slaughter, their direct charge at the firing guns was not mindless—it was a display of terrifying brute strength.

Across that sharp, clogged terrain, their incomparable vitality became a heavy tide, slowing the war beneath the familiar pressure of attrition.

Silas witnessed it all, roaring in frustration as he beheaded a hulking alien warrior with a single blow.

Before its stinking head could even hit the ground, three more had already filled the gap.

"We cannot accomplish the objective, my lord."

A plain voice from one of the Blades of Delirium came through the vox channel from afar.

It was not an accusation, merely a statement of fact.

They had fought the Greenskins for too long without achieving any victory, and the attempt to break out from the trench salient had never been in doubt.

Yet Silas said nothing. He simply continued fighting grimly, forcing himself onward through sheer willpower.

His warriors stood with him, but the battle line had become ragged. The armored units on the right flank had slowed, caught in the counterattack of heavily armored alien infantry. Even the orderly fire of the massed heavy cannons could only buy a few seconds before every gap was filled.

"We will not lose the rally point."

Silas roared over the channel. As he drove the reversed point of his blade into the chest of an oncoming Greenskin, he twisted at the ankle, then tore the weapon free before another could charge him, its heavy blade whirling through a spray of sparks.

"We cannot hold this place."

The voice on the comm channel muttered, exhaustion clear in his tone.

The vast battle line was gradually dissolving into thousands of static clashes. The Greenskins seemed to be erupting