Chapter 318 Hard Lump

Each dwarven cannon carries a different combination of runes. The piercing runes and precision runes glow in the sound of the cannon, and the burning runes and searching runes reflect each other, making the ordinary shells have the power to destroy the world.

The shells flashed with rune light, and the artillery fire, denser than rain, fell heavily on the Chaos army, fully demonstrating the wrath of the Dwarves.

In a flash, patches of open space appeared among the Chaos swarms that kept coming one after another. Demon armor was torn apart by rune shells, and Chaos war dogs wailed timidly amid the thrilling artillery fire.

Shells whistled out of the organ cannon, playing deadly sounds of fire for the enemy.

Before the blindly charging Chaos Warriors could get a moment's respite from the artillery fire, another round of artillery fire arrived that silenced the mountains.

They should really turn back, use sacrifice to summon the great demon that accompanied the army, and then fight against the ancient legion on the natural ravine ahead.

The hysterical dwarf army has the confidence to fight to the death.

The front-line troops, which had been greatly reduced in the first round of saturation strikes, were completely annihilated in the second round of shelling.

The dwarf gunners carefully surveyed the battlefield with the help of the runes of vision on the lenses, and briefly calibrated each war machine, preparing to push the artillery fire further south to gradually devour the dwarf's enemies.

The war mammoths were driven towards the dwarf army. These pitiful beasts lost their minds in the sound of cannons and rushed towards their deaths foolishly.

One huge monster after another was engulfed by artillery fire, and the loud cries were killed by even louder explosions.

This can't go on.

Every Chaos Lord saw the situation clearly. They had the power to break through the Dwarf army, but they could not even reach the Dwarf formation.

After they paid a heavy price to get close to the Dwarf's shield formation, would they still have enough strength to cross the steel defense lines and destroy the Dwarf's war machines? Every Chaos Lord knew the answer.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!"

"Skull for the Skull Seat!"

The frenzy of killing was passed on to the warriors by the Chaos Lords, and the indiscriminate bombardment that could scare off ordinary legions only made the Blood God's mortal legions completely excited.

The moment they become Chaos Warriors they are no longer fully Norscan.

They had charged and plundered under the guns of the Empire countless times, but they were just mortals at that time.

Now we are just experiencing the storm again. Only the weak will fear the storm, while true warriors should always face challenges head-on!

The Chaos Warriors drove the trolls and giants to the front line. The Chosen Ones were scattered among the Chaos Warriors. The Steel Bull Knights and Chaos Knights gave their final battle cry to the Blood God, preparing to achieve the most glorious victory in a decisive charge, or the swan song in the long campaign.

Even if 90% of the soldiers died, they would still carve a gap in the enemy's formation.

"Khazukan Khazakit Ha!"

The dwarf warriors seemed to never get tired, shouting war cries over and over again to cheer for the artillery fire.

The thick voice was mixed in with the continuous gunfire, and the fanatical roar was faintly competing with the cries of "Blood Sacrifice to the Blood God".

No dwarf knew whether these sudden Chaos legions wanted to support the Eslin tribe or were simply passing through.

When hatred is written in the book, all the minions of Chaos that appear in the sight of the dwarves are enemies.

When the Chaos armies did not retreat in fear under the intimidation, all the dwarves knew that the real tough battle was coming.

The Ironbreakers kept their oath and prepared to face the tests that the Dark Tide brought to the dwarves.

One by one, the rune masters discussed the master runes that should appear in this battle. The jealousy rune would never appear in pairs, so they had to carefully select the most effective one.

There is no doubt that the Master-grade Broken Rune is the one that the dwarves like best, because other inferior weapons should be shattered in front of the dwarves' exquisite creations.

The rune blacksmiths in front of the anvil of doom raised their hammers and together struck out the first rune declaration.

The sound of the rune that can make the dragon fold its wings echoed in the sky full of artillery fire, and the dormant ancient power was awakened by the anvil of doom.

A dazzling blue pattern lit up on the axe of the dwarf war leader. He was the most watched core on the battlefield and the backbone of the dwarves. His weapon was the carrier of the broken rune.

Before the terrifying echoes faded away, the anvil of doom was struck again.

A Rune Lord struck the runes of the hearth and home with a hammer. As the hammer fell, the deep echo aroused the pride and glory of all dwarves.

Almost every dwarf has the determination to fight to the last moment, and now they have completely transcended life and death because they are not alone.

The voices of countless deceased people mixed in the sound of the rune anvil. They were confessing the blood feud that lasted for thousands of years to the living dwarves. Even if all the Norse dwarves died, this hatred would not be forgotten.

The sound of the hammering of the dwarves fighting to the death echoed again and again, reminding the dwarves that this was a battle to be fought at all costs, and the settlement of hatred would be today. All cowardly dwarves would be forever despised and sink alone in the corner of darkness.

The runes bestowed by the ancestor Valaya are witnesses of this war.

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Another rapid hammering shook the mountains as another Rune Master forged runes of oath and steel, bringing Granni's blessing to all armor.

Well-crafted rune armor still remembers the hammer that forged it, and responds to the Rune Master's encouragement with the same hum.

The remaining four Rune Masters shouted the name of Grimnir and poured all their hatred into their hammers, causing the hatred to strike the runes of wrath and destruction.

The sky darkened, as if hiding from the wrath of the anvil of doom.

The Chaos Legion charged forward under the artillery fire and met their doomsday brought upon them by the Dwarves.

A crack that tore through the earth separated the front and back parts of the Chaos army. Magma carrying sulfur rushed out of the ground, swallowing everything near the crack.

All the Chaos Knights who failed to cross the gap were buried in the fury of the Anvil of Doom, and the continuous hammering sound was like a funeral music.

"Skull for the Skull Seat!"

Abair and his crazed mount advanced amid the artillery fire, followed closely by the champions of Khorne riding their steel bulls, ignoring the torrential fire and charging forward fearlessly.

The extremely fast speed made the Khorne warriors roar in a terrifying manner. From time to time, champions were engulfed by the artillery fire and completely disappeared in the flames.

Death cannot stop the warriors of Khorne.

The dwarfs' strict military formation was right before their eyes, and the volleys of muskets and crossbow arrows were just the prelude to the war.

The Chaos Champions who bore the mark of the True God allowed their bodies to be torn apart by the gunpowder, but since their wounds could not be directly crushed, they would recover in a moment.

The flaming demon riders did not intimidate the dwarves. Large shields were placed on the ground by the dwarf warriors. Butchers and berserkers were ready. The Chaos Champions could clearly see the fiery fighting spirit in the dwarves' eyes.

Unprecedented joy filled the hearts of every champion.

This is the opponent who can match them.

(End of this chapter)