At the edge of the crude position, the Chaos Portal composed of countless blasphemous Runes are constantly twisting and shaking like living creatures. Every time the light is brought out, more Chaos enemies will emerge from it. The weird and blasphemous voices sing the greatness of Chaos God, and are also trying to erode the souls of those loyal warriors.
Whispers of bone-deep pain and despair surrounded everyone present.
This is a hopeless battle. Loyalists is besieged by a steady stream of Chaos power that is several times larger than itself. Like an isolated island in a storm, it is being eroded and weakened every second.
Under the combined impact of Traitors and Daemon, the fragile defense line was like a paper wall in a storm, constantly denting and cracking inward.
A Imperial Fists veteran was pierced by several Pink Horror and Talon at the same time. He roared and jumped towards the outer enemy group, and then detonated the Melta Bomb at his waist. The dazzling white light swallowed everything within a few meters around him.
"Primarch Above, for the glory of you and the Lord of the Earth!"
On the other side, a soldier's Chainsword was stuck in the twisted body of a Daemon, and he quickly released the Chainsword and pulled out the fighting Dagger, however, was instantly cut off by a Black Legion soldier using Power Sword. Chaos Cultist swarmed up and drowned him, leaving only a roar that ended abruptly.
Dorn waved a 'small' Warhammer that did not match his body shape, and smashed half of the head of a huge Nurgling that was trying to climb up the Fortress gap. Thick green rot and burning internal organs scattered everywhere.
Seeing Progeny fall, he let out a roar like a wounded lion. The Warhammer in his hand drew a destructive arc, temporarily forcing back a circle of enemies. However, more blasphemous figures immediately filled the gap, but the Warhammer was already overwhelmed and completely broke with a crisp sound.
"You Chaos rubbish! I will destroy you all here!"
Dorn clenched his fists angrily, and punched a Black Legion soldier's head completely off. Then he snatched a Power Sword from the opponent's corpse, and then threw himself into the killing again. The previous Warhammer may have come from this way.
Despair, like the dim space itself, weighs heavily on everyone's heart.
At this moment, a blazing white meteor tore through the dusky sky, accompanied by the violent roar of the engine, fell from the sky!
It did not choose the periphery, but used the most courageous and direct way to hit the most turbulent and densest wave of Chaos that besieged Dorn's simple defense line!
"Dorn! Your defense formation is leaking!"
The voice of Khan exploded like Thunderbolt, instantly overpowering the din of the battlefield, carrying Fury like a storm.
"Hold on! The storm is coming!"
Everyone on the front line at the bottom of the valley heard the shocking roar.
The soldiers who fought bloody battles could hardly believe their ears and eyes.
Dorn turned around suddenly, his eyes fixed on the long-lost white figure that looked like the incarnation of a storm.
A very subtle, almost imperceptible vibration passed over his face, which was as if it was made of steel. His lips, which were always tightly pursed and seemed to be cut with a knife, seemed to move slightly.
"Boom--!!!"
The deafening explosion swept away along with the violent Plasma shock wave!
Dozens of Chaos Cultist and Daemon were vaporized in an instant, and more were blown away and torn to pieces!
In the turbulent flow of smoke, dust and energy, Jaghatai's voice penetrated the aftermath of the explosion and rushed into Dorn's ears.
Jaghatai held the Plasma Assault Cannon removed from the Motorcycle weapon rack with one hand, and crazily turned the motorcycle's throttle with the other hand.
His fingers rested on the side buttons with no intention of letting go.
The Melta Assault Cannon on the front of the car directly entered the continuous shooting mode, and the two orange Rays sank into the ground from both sides of the main lighting.
Everything touched by Ray is immediately cut into two pieces.
The two fully automatic Laser cannons behind Motorcycle burst out with amazing firepower.
The dense beam of light instantly sieved the Cultists and Horror around the motorcycle.
"Jaghatai?!"
Dorn's roar was like the roar of injured Behemoth, overshadowing the brief chaos of the battlefield.
He swung out the broken weapon in his hand again, smashing a Pink Horror that took the opportunity to pounce with insect limbs into a pool of exploding Psychic Power pus. Colorful blood flowed down the cracks in his arm armor, dripping onto the charred ground with a hissing sound.
"You broke into a damn grave!"
"Better than watching you rot inside!"
Khan's voice came through the helmet's communicator, revealing an unruly and cheerful voice.
"Wow! This baby is so powerful!"
Khan The firepower unleashed by a motorcycle is almost comparable to that of a small mobile Fortress.
The huge motorcycle tilted its front under the control of Khan. The five-ton motorcycle plus Khan itself almost turned it into a bulldozer.
Melta Assault Cannon allows Khan to ignore any obstacles in front and only need to keep turning the throttle.
Neither Black Legion's Chaos warriors nor Chaos Daemons or Daemon Engine can form any obstacle in front of Khan.
Metal materials with metal strength comparable to the armor plates of battleships make the wide motorcycles comparable to armored vehicles.
The dense rain of bullets was blown away on the metal shell of Motorcycle, while a few flew past Jaghatai Khan's Power Armour.
Dorn Looking at Motorcycle flying wantonly among the enemy group, for a moment, he felt as if he had returned to the past when he fought side by side with his brothers.
"Don't be in a daze! Go on!"
Jaghatai roared, and the moment he maneuvered the motorcycle close to the simple defense line, he threw the Plasma Assault Cannon in his hand directly towards Dorn.
Then he pulled out his signature White Tiger Sabre from his waist with one hand.
The long Bane Blade protruded from the side of the car body. Wherever the sword passed, the air screamed as it was torn apart. The two howling Chaos Berserker, together with the twisted Power Axe in their hands, were instantly chopped into two pieces. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and a fatal arc danced at the fracture.
Jaghatai's figure is like electricity, and the white armor drags out blurry afterimages in the dim light. Every flash is accompanied by the enemy's shattering and falling.
He doesn't just rush in and kill, but cuts into the weakest point of the enemy's formation with precision, like a scalpel.
The automatic Laser cannon on the rear of the motorcycle will tear into pieces any enemy who tries to sneak attack from the rear.
For a time, the battlefield became extremely chaotic.
Although Dorn did not recognize the weapon thrown by Jaghatai, the conspicuous handle and trigger still allowed him to easily master the weapon.
The muzzle full of circular energy channels was pointed at Word Bearers Sorcerers who had been hiding not far away.
As Dorn pulled the trigger, a thick blue beam of light passed through everyone's heads and directly engulfed the few Word Bearers who were responsible for hosting Chaos Sorcery.
The Chaos Portal that had been running seemed to be disturbed by the Holographic Projection, and then completely went out after a period of flickering.