Chapter 425: The Frontmost Camp Falls

Nuola, who was chatting with the surrounding Beast Race warriors, frowned after seeing a beam of light flash at the sentry post and spoke to the person beside him.

"Did we send anyone to stand guard today?"

"Hm? We did, why, Lord Nuola?"

Nuola said with a puzzled tone.

"Strange, then why didn't the guards sound the alarm for that light just now?"

This Beast Race warrior looked at Nuola strangely and asked.

"Light?"

Just then, a burst of cannon fire rang out from the neighboring camp. The moment Nuola heard the cannon fire, he put on his fully enclosed Rune Helmet and shouted to the Beast Race warriors beside him.

"Everyone, attention! Prepare for battle!"

The Beast Race warriors, who had just been immersed in leisure, were also awakened by these few cannon shots. They hurriedly grabbed their respective weapons and equipment from their sides and rushed before Nuola.

Nuola gripped his Biting Battle Axe, took the flag handed over by a Beast Race warrior, and said in a serious tone.

"It must be the Two-legged Sheep's troops! Little ones, let those despicable Two-legged Sheep know our power!"

Seeing Nuola's imposing appearance, a group of Beast Race warriors also roared excitedly.

"Roar, roar, roar! Kill all those Two-legged Sheep!"

Just as Nuola led his soldiers out of the camp, he saw two tall Two-legged Sheep wearing green Armor. Recalling what the Beast Race warriors had said earlier, Nuola held the flag high, and the totem on the flag flickered with blood-red light.

A burst of violent power erupted from Nuola's body, and Nuola let out a loud roar.

"Die!"

But the next second, Nuola's head was severed by a roaring Chainsword, and he heard this Two-legged Sheep wearing green Armor whisper.

"Bathed in the fires of war, forged on the anvil of battle!"

Although Nuola could not understand what this Two-legged Sheep was saying, it no longer mattered; he now had only one thought in his mind.

Why is this Two-legged Sheep so strong? Why?

Nuola's massive head rolled onto the ground, the breath of life rapidly fading from his body until it finally disappeared completely.

The world before his eyes seemed to be suddenly shrouded by a huge black curtain; all light was devoured in an instant, leaving only endless darkness and deathly silence.

This sudden turn of events happened so fast that those Beast Race warriors, who had just been hot-blooded and high-spirited, all fell into a state of stupor in an instant.

They widened their eyes, staring at this bloody and terrifying scene in disbelief, their minds blank, completely unable to understand what had happened.

However, unlike the Beast Race warriors, the group of Salamanders warriors wearing MK2 Power Armor were not affected at all.

They raised their Bolters and pulled the triggers simultaneously.

A dense burst of gunfire rang out with "bang, bang, bang," and powerful bolter shells whistled out like raindrops, flying straight toward the Beast Race warriors with the scent of death.

These bolter shells would explode immediately upon contact with their targets, releasing extremely powerful energy.

Under such fierce attacks, those once arrogant and imposing Beast Race warriors had no power to fight back at all.

In the blink of an eye, their bodies were blown into countless tiny fragments, splashing everywhere. Flesh and blood flew across the battlefield, a horrific sight; not even a single intact corpse remained.

After changing magazines for their Bolters, the two Salamanders warriors continued to advance, searching for Aliens.

Inside the Prowler Tank following behind the Salamanders warriors, the commander's eyes widened after seeing this scene, and he muttered to himself.

"As expected of the Angels sent by the Emperor; those Beast Race are not even a match for them!"

Subsequently, the commander said excitedly to the driver.

"We are on the flank of the main force, flatten these Beast Race camps!"

"Yes!"

Just as that Prowler Tank was razing a camp to the ground with overwhelming force, a dazzling blue light suddenly streaked across the sky.

In the blink of an eye, this blue light sped over like a meteor, flying straight toward that Prowler Tank.

A loud "Boom—" rang out, deafening! The blue Rune Energy Shell hit the target squarely.

In an instant, flames soared into the sky, and the raging fire engulfed the entire Prowler Tank. Accompanied by the earth-shattering explosion, billowing smoke rose into the air, blotting out the sky and sun.

When the smoke cleared, the Prowler Tank had already turned into a pile of scrap metal, with only a broken, dilapidated wreck lying alone on the ground.

The huge explosive impact caused the surrounding ground to tremble, kicking up dust and rubble that filled the air.

At this moment, the Cadian soldiers and Kasrkin soldiers assaulting from the front, watching the tall figure charging at the very front and wielding a Power Hammer, felt their blood boiling.

"For the Emperor!"

"Cadian stands!"

Vulkan was seen charging at the very front with a body as hard as Steel, his eyes as hot and sharp as if burning with fire.

Whenever an Orc appeared within his field of vision, he would swing the Power Hammer in his hand without hesitation.

Accompanied by a whistling sound, the Power Hammer smashed toward those Beast Race warriors with the force of a landslide.

In the face of Vulkan's immense power, these originally fierce Beast Race warriors instantly became vulnerable, as if made of paper.

With a loud "Bang," the first Orc to rush up didn't even have time to scream before his entire body was smashed dozens of meters away by the Power Hammer, turning into a puddle of meat. Immediately after, the second, the third... the Orcs flew away one after another, leaving no decent corpse.

However, Vulkan did not stop his movements because of this; he continued to swing the Power Hammer ruthlessly, sending more Aliens into the abyss of death. Every swing was like a thunderbolt, making people shudder.

This raid began with Kasrkin snipers killing the Beast Race sentries first. Before the enemy could notice, they struck directly into the enemy's camp, leaving these Beast Race with no time to organize effective resistance; the front-line camps had already been completely destroyed.

The sounds of battle also drew attention from the rear. Dawuqi immediately summoned the Beast Race warriors from various camps. At this moment, he looked gloomy and gritted his teeth as he said.

"What are those pieces of trash on the front line doing? They actually let the Two-legged Sheep strike at our door! Tell the front-line warriors to hold on; I will bring men to support them immediately!"

After the Orc Guard who received the order left the tent, another Orc Guard ran into the tent, saluted hurriedly, and spoke.

"Priest Dawuqi, the Rune Cannon Array side is charging the currently available Rune Cannons; they have already attempted one bombardment just now."

Hearing this news, Dawuqi muttered a sentence.

"It seems that guy Maike is not stupid enough to be beyond saving."