Chapter 811 The Last Space Wolves

The battle line was ruthlessly torn apart by the Slaanesh demons in an instant, like an unhealable wound. Millions of brave and fearless Astra Militarum soldiers were like a small boat in the turbulent waves, and were completely swallowed up by the endless and overwhelming waves of Slaanesh demons in the blink of an eye.

The entire battlefield fell into chaos and despair in an instant, with only a handful of Space Marines, indomitable battle nuns and loyal priests of the Ecclesiarchy still struggling to hold on, stubbornly resisting the frenzied attacks of the demon army.

"Their target is the webway! We must hold this position and never let those evil guys succeed!" Charles roared at the top of his lungs. On his armor, which was shining with a cold light, the Cross of Lorraine was like a bright star, shining brightly in the continuous artillery fire.

However, this assault transmission operation encountered an unexpected setback, and the assault force he led suffered extremely heavy losses.

You know, the interior of the webway has not been completely unblocked, and many soldiers and warships were caught in the turbulence and disappeared completely.

The reinforcements encountered many difficulties when crossing the webway, and almost half of the troops were unfortunately lost in this dangerous passage.

In the end, only a very few lucky ones successfully reached the battlefield, but they were faced with an overwhelming wave of enemies.

"It looks like the situation on the Eldar side isn't much better, but this is one of the few good news that can give us some comfort right now." Charles muttered to himself as he vigorously wielded the extremely sharp cavalry sword in his hand.

Wherever the sword flashed, the hideous and terrifying demons of lust fell down screaming. In just a few nanoseconds, dozens of demons became the dead souls under his sword. But even so, Charles knew in his heart that this cruel battle had just begun.

"Roar!" A deafening roar suddenly exploded behind the Slaanesh army. The sound seemed to come from the evil spirits in the abyss of hell, carrying endless anger and murderous intent.

Aurore moved like a graceful dancer, waving the huge whip and sword in her hands, leading the Sakya army forward.

At the same time, more and more Slaanesh demons with hideous faces and various shapes were madly attacking the defense line carefully constructed by Charles like a tide.

They bared their fangs and claws, spewing flames or poisonous acid from their mouths, trying to tear open this seemingly fragile but indestructible line of defense.

"It is an honor to fight with you, sir." After properly arranging the seriously injured McLane, McLane's adjutant Lance walked to McLane's side with firm steps.

His eyes were bright, he held the battle axe tightly in his hand, his armor was stained with blood, but he still exuded fearless courage.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and then quickly got into fighting posture again.

"How many people are left in your army?" Charles walked up to Lance and asked.

"Almost all of them were wiped out. Only one in ten of the 1000 warriors from Fenris is left." Lance shook his head slightly, his tone full of grief and helplessness.

The first enemy their brave company encountered was the powerful Eldar army, and after a fierce battle, they suffered heavy losses.

Just when they thought they could get a moment of respite, they were immediately attacked by an even more terrifying demon army.

The company had already lost more than half of its men in the previous battle, and under the fierce attack of the demons, the number of casualties increased rapidly.

However, Lance was not defeated by the predicament in front of him. Although he was extremely sad, his expression seemed unusually numb.

"The Emperor will bless them, and may they return to the Golden Throne." Charles patted Lance's shoulder calmly, and then continued to give orders.

At this moment, Lance suddenly said: "Focus your fire on the enemy leader! I will lead people to divert its attention."

Lance picked up the bolt pistol with only two magazines left, then drew out his battle axe and led the charge into the ruins.

"For Russ and Allfather!" Lance's eyes were wide open and he roared like thunder. His whole body was like a burning flame, and he rushed towards the group of hideous and terrifying demons in front of him without hesitation.

He was seen holding the huge and sharp battle axe in one hand, and the axe blade was flashing with cold light.

When Lance rushed to the nearest Slaanesh demon, he leaped up suddenly, raised his battle axe high, and chopped it down with a thunderous force.

In an instant, the axe blade cut through the air with unparalleled power. A shrill scream was heard, and the Slaanesh demon was actually split into two by Lance's blow.

Blood mixed with internal organs splattered everywhere, splashing on Lance, but he didn't care at all, with only endless murderous intent in his eyes.

However, Lance did not pause for a moment because of this successful kill.

He quickly pulled the battle axe out of the blood filled with chemicals and emitting a pungent smell, turned around, swung the axe again, and chopped at another demon that was quietly approaching him.

The demon obviously didn't expect Lance to react so quickly. Before he could defend himself, he was knocked to the ground by Lance's battle axe.

"For Fenris!" Lance roared and continued his crazy killing.

Then, Lance saw several Slaanesh demons not far away rushing towards him with bared fangs and claws.

Without hesitation, he put down his battle axe, reached out from his waist, pulled out a heavy grenade launcher, and pulled the trigger decisively.

There was only a deafening burst of gunfire, and more than a dozen powerful bombs whizzed out from the muzzles of the guns, accurately hitting those lustful demons.

In an instant, flames from the explosion shot up into the sky, and several Slaanesh demons were blown into balls of scarlet blood mist under the powerful impact.

Broken limbs and pieces of flesh flew in the air, the scene was bloody and horrifying.

But Lance turned a blind eye to this, his eyes always fixed on the enemies who kept pouring in around him.

At the same time, the remaining Space Wolves in the company were also inspired by Lance's heroic performance.

They spontaneously formed closely coordinated killing teams one after another, moving around in the ruins and bravely killing the enemy.

Each of these warriors is battle-hardened and agile. They skillfully use terrain and tactics to attract the attention of more and more Slaanesh warriors.

Just as Lance expected, the attention of the Slaanesh warriors was attracted and they were killing towards him.

The mission was successful, but the price was huge. Lance would lead dozens of Space Marines to fight with thousands of Slaanesh warriors and countless Slaanesh daemons in the ruins until one side was completely killed.

The Slaanesh warriors were lured away, and the Charr quickly began to mobilize his troops to retake the position.

Charles is not only an acting commander of the Space Marine Legion, but also an excellent commander. After being taught by the Primarch Louis, he can use armored forces and artillery forces to coordinate combat.

Every shell landed where it was supposed to, and the remaining fighting force was being regrouped and then sent to the front line.

"Defend the webway!" Charles shouted, holding his sword high.

"Defend the Webway! Defend the Webway! Defend the Webway!"

The last two hundred Space Marines of the 11th Legion who were teleported here shouted at the same time, and then charged into the demon army.