Chapter 319 Champions Of

the thousands of Chaos Riders, only a few hundred rushed to the front of the Dwarfs. Nearly half of the Chaos Champions who were not strong enough died in the dense fire of the Dwarves' bullets and crossbows.

That's all.

The roar of the Steel Bull and the roar of the Chaos Knight pressed fiercely towards the first row of Iron Crusher. They were not losers who died on the road. Only the champions among champions could rush here.

The Ironbreakers' shield wall that could resist giants was as brittle as white paper in the face of the unstoppable Chaos charge. Hundreds of champion warriors from all walks of life, together with their demonic mounts, broke through the Dwarf's defenses, like hundreds of sharp blades, continuously penetrating into the Dwarf's army.

The wanton Khornate Steel Bulls are like a rampaging train. No matter how tenacious the dwarves standing in front of them are, they cannot slow down their pace.

One by one, the Iron Breakers were knocked into the air and fell on their companions. If it weren't for the runes to reduce the impact, they would have died long ago, but there are no ifs in reality.

The dwarf who fell to the ground got up in a moment. He did not chase the enemy who had broken through the line of defense, but reorganized the defense line with his companions.

There are countless Chaos Warriors waiting for them.

The number of Chaos minions is greater than their artillery shells, so they must stop most of the enemies, and the dwarves in the rear will deal with those who get past them.

The Butcher was already singing Grimnir's battle song as he charged towards the isolated Chaos Knights, and the Berserkers naturally did not want to be left behind.

The naked butchers were smashed into pieces by the terrifying impact of the Khorne Steel Bull, but there were always one or two lucky ones who were able to risk their lives and chop the Steel Bull with their rune axes.

When the final roar of the demonic mounts was drowned out by the dwarfs' war cries, their riders suffered the same fate.

They were indeed notorious champions, and no dwarf could stand in their way, but they could not defend themselves against the axes rushing after them from behind and beside them.

Even if an outstanding warrior broke through the butcher's blockade, he would not be able to directly hit the dwarf's second shield wall.

Because there are still fully armed berserkers waiting to die.

The short, funny creatures no longer looked ridiculous at this time. They were wearing thicker plate armor than the Chosen Ones, and the same ferocious horned helmets were as violent as their wearers.

Abel and his flesh hounds broke through the two lines of defense of the dwarves in succession, but looking ahead, there was still a dense array of shields waiting in full force.

An ordinary person would have given up long ago, but he is "undefeated".

The chosen champion wields a long-handled axe, using his astonishing power to wipe out all enemies around him.

Even the rune armor could not protect their masters. Just because the armor can withstand forces heavier than a mountain doesn't mean their masters can too.

Be it the butcher, the ranger, or the iron-clad berserker, none of them could stay beside the God-chosen champion.

Wherever he passed, there were only dwarves on the ground who could never get up again.

The flesh hounds went crazy during the feast, but Abel didn't care because he was also about to fall into a killing madness.

Every time he smashed a piece of armor with his battle axe, the blood and brain matter that flowed out of the dwarf would drive Abair's desire to kill more and more. There was no end to the bloodthirst. This was the Blood God's call for destruction to His warriors.

The dwarf warrior standing in front of the Flesh Hound was pinned to the ground in one encounter, and the arrows shot at the Chosen Champion were deflected before they got close. The dwarf who was knocked away could never get up again. Even if he had no companions who could break the formation with the Chosen Champion, it did not stop him from indulging in killing.

Death was spreading, and so was fear, but no dwarf retreated.

A pair of determined eyes approached the powerful enemy who was like the incarnation of the evil god, and the dead dwarves only intensified the hatred of the living.

The Dwarven shells continued to barrage relentlessly, but more and more Chaos Warriors broke through the fire blockade.

Perhaps only tens of thousands of the more than 100,000 warriors can engage in battle with the dwarves. For the Chaos Lords, such horrific losses are still a good deal.

No Blood God Champion thinks about the future, they just need to seize the present.

Either completely destroy the seemingly invincible dwarf army, or ascend to magic with the approval of the Blood God.

Or die here.

This world is full of miracles, and their existence is a miracle. Why can't they create another miraculous victory?

"Abel!"

"Abel!"

The Chaos Warriors shouted the name of their champion and crashed into the Dwarf's shield with determination.

The once invincible power of the Chaos Warriors no longer had any magical power at this moment, and each Ironbreaker stood firmly, like a small wall that was harder than rock.

The shattered Demon armor failed to protect the Chaos warriors, and when the crossbows and muskets further back in the line showed their power to the Chaos warriors, they were completely killed in an instant, just like ordinary Norse raiders facing Imperial gunners.

What good is it to be strong alone? The dwarves deliberately lured the invincible enemy to the side and built another isolation circle.

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The local chaos did not affect the overall situation, and the Thunderers and Crossbowmen's lines remained solid.

The war leader standing on the Oath Stone is the final bait. Even if the enemy wakes up from the killing, he can't interfere with the operation of the dwarf war machine.

Teams of butchers and berserkers rushed towards the enemy in a scattered manner, using death to delay time.

The sacrifice was heavy, and it took hundreds of dwarves taking turns to challenge the enemy to delay them for a few minutes.

But this conflict will not last long. Once all the Chaos Warriors are eliminated, Rune Masters and Engineers will have the energy to slowly deal with this "powerful" enemy.

Dwarves never lack weapons to slay dragons, and never lack equipment to fight against powerful individuals.

All Chaos Warriors could see clearly how invincible the Chosen Champion was in the enemy camp ahead, because the Dwarves were occupying a higher position.

The Chaos Warriors were inspired by the bravery of their champions and continued their charge without fear of death or injury.

Every warrior was shouting "Abel"'s name, and their shouts of victory merged into an ocean, even drowning out the dwarfs' war roars.

It was as if they were blind to their fellow humans dying in the hail of artillery fire, and they continued to go about their business as usual.

Fate always favors them.

As the evil sound of horns rang out from further north, the howling Chaos waves stirred the Chaos Warriors into even more intense war enthusiasm - a Chaos tribe was approaching.

Even though they imagined the dilemma of being attacked from all sides, the dwarves were still overwhelmed by despair.

Despair was instantly replaced by hatred, anger spread among the army, and the northern line of defense was quickly built. Victory would eventually belong to the dwarves - even if the price was the same as their worst expectations.

If it had been a one-sided encounter, they could have had an epic victory.

(End of this chapter)