Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

"Kill!"

"For the great Four-Armed Divine Emperor!"

"To avenge Lord Ishi."

After Ishi's death, the Genestealers in the camp were furious. They opened their eyes wide, roared with anger on their faces, and the sound was deafening.

They charged towards the green-skinned orcs without hesitation, as if they wanted to pour out all their anger on the enemy.

"Waaaaaagh"

The green-skinned orcs were surprised to see that the Genestealers, who had been retreating, suddenly became crazy and rushed towards them desperately.

They roared with excitement, their eyes gleaming with the desire to fight. They picked up their weapons and rushed towards the Genestealers, engaging them in a fierce and brutal fight in the narrow trenches.

The greenskin leader put down his bolter and looked at the greenskin boys who were fighting fiercely with the Genestealers in the position. He was filled with pride and his mouth curled up slightly.

He had launched the attack just now, and he had long been fed up with the Genestealer who had been shouting loudly in the distance. This guy always hid in the back and yelled loudly, but never personally participated in close combat, which made the greenskin boss very dissatisfied. It was not Waaaaaagh enough.

Now, he finally found the opportunity to deal with this annoying guy with his own hands. After killing the high-level gene stealer, the greenskin boss rushed towards the gene stealer in the position with his chainsaw sword.

The running greenskin boss was like a mad beast, with the chainsaw sword in his hand buzzing constantly. Facing the attacking gene stealers, he killed one by one with his sword. Countless gene stealers fell at the hands of the charging greenskin boss.

"Waaaaaagh"

The green-skinned boss, whose bloodlust was satisfied, kept roaring excitedly among the crowd of gene stealers. He waved the huge chainsaw sword in his hand. The gears on the chainsaw sword flashed with cold light, and every swing could take a life.

A mountain of corpses has appeared under the feet of the greenskin boss, all made up of the bodies of gene stealers. The blood has dyed the ground red, emitting a strong bloody smell.

The green-skinned orcs who were slaughtering the gene stealers, after hearing the excited roar of the green-skinned boss, immediately responded with roars.

Their voices were as loud as thunder, as if to shake the whole world to pieces.

The cheers of "Waaaaaagh" were deafening, one wave higher than the other.

The morale of the green orcs became increasingly high, their eyes were filled with madness and bloodthirstiness, as if they wanted to destroy everything in front of them.

The gene stealers who kept rushing towards the green-skinned orcs were originally immersed in anger, but under the shadow of death, they finally came back to their senses from their anger.

Faced with the powerful green-skinned orcs, the fear in their hearts surged again, causing their bodies to tremble involuntarily.

"Escape!"

A Genestealer screamed in fear, dropped his weapon and ran back, no longer wanting to continue fighting with this group of terrifying green monsters.

His face was filled with despair and terror, as if he had witnessed the end of the world. Seeing this, the other Genestealers followed suit, abandoning their weapons and fleeing. For a moment, panic filled the battlefield, and the Genestealers surged back like a tide.

The bishop, who was recuperating in the rear, was lying quietly in a comfortable recliner, his eyes closed and his face pale. The fierce battle with the greenskin boss just now had left the bishop seriously injured, and now was the time for him to recuperate.

However, a piercing sound suddenly came from the front, shattering the silence. It was a devastating cry filled with despair and fear, like the roar of a demon from the depths of hell.

The bishop suddenly opened his eyes, a look of shock and uneasiness flashing across his face. He quickly sat up, not caring about his wounds, and rushed to the front line.

Along the way, he secretly prayed that the worst would not happen, but deep down he had an ominous premonition.

When he finally reached the front line, he was stunned by the sight. The entire battlefield was in chaos, with Genestealers fleeing in all directions, discarding their weapons in a desperate attempt to escape this horrific battlefield.

And those soldiers who were supposed to stick to their posts have now become a group of terrified refugees.

The bishop stared at the scene with wide eyes, incredulous. He couldn't believe that just because he was away for a moment, the entire defense had collapsed. Anger, self-blame, and helplessness mixed together, flooding his heart, leaving him feeling immense pain and anger.

"Where's Ishi?"

The bishop's voice trembled slightly as he grabbed a fleeing Genestealer, shook his shoulders hard, and questioned loudly.

"Lord Yishi... has... has been killed by the green-skinned monster!" The Genestealer stammered in response, his eyes full of fear.

The bishop's hand loosened, and he took a few steps back weakly. Ishi was one of his most capable assistants and his most trusted comrade. Now learning of Ishi's death was undoubtedly a heavy blow to him.

"Since Ishi is dead, why don't you continue to attack the green orcs?" The bishop looked at the gene stealer and asked loudly angrily.

"Your Excellency the Bishop... Your Excellency the Bishop! It's not that we don't want to risk our lives to resist the green-skinned monsters, but they are simply too strong. We are no match for them at all!"

The Genestealer responded in panic, his body shaking like a candle in the wind.

"I now order you to lead the remaining tribesmen to launch a counterattack against the green-skinned orcs. Anyone who dares to take a step back will be killed immediately!" The bishop's voice was cold and ruthless, as if it came from the cold wind of the Nine Nether Hell.

"Your Excellency, I... I..." The Genestealer stared at the Bishop in horror, his mouth opening and closing but unable to utter a complete sentence. The biting coldness emanating from the Bishop made it difficult for him to even utter a single clear syllable.

"Useless trash!" the bishop cursed angrily.

A crisp sound of "crackling" was heard.

Without hesitation, the Bishop raised his hand and unleashed a powerful psychic lightning bolt at the Genestealer. Facing this sudden attack, the Genestealer had no time to react and was instantly struck by the violent lightning, its body reduced to ash by the intense electric shock.

"Everyone, stop right there, pick up your weapons and continue attacking the green-skinned orcs."

The bishop's figure slowly floated in the air, loudly giving orders to all the gene stealers.