In fact, if Lunde had been a little more patient and understood the 113th Regiment, as the Ministry of military Affairs called it, he probably wouldn't have been so happy.
The men of the 113th Regiment of the Eighth Army were originally part of the First Army of the Holy Terra Army. They participated in battles such as Vigilus Campaign, the Baal Campaign, and The Wandering Earth Conquest Campaign. They were truly veterans who fought through it all!
Later, as more Worlds joined the Holy Terra Alliance, their First Legion, after expansion, underwent splitting and reorganization, becoming the current Eighth Army.
Unlike the Ninth Army, which specialized in defense, the Eighth Army was particularly adept at surprise attacks.
Within the Eighth Army, the 113th Regiment of the 17th Division was the sharpest of the sharp, with a casualty rate almost unmatched across the entire army, yet its battle record was equally unparalleled.
Let's put it this way: in the Battle of Baal...
The casualty rate of the 113th Regiment was the only one comparable to the Astra Militarum's Krieg Death Korps at the time, and its battle achievements were not far behind!
But unfortunately, Lunde was unaware of all this.
He just wanted to join the fight as soon as possible, slaughter those damned daemons, and chop off their heads!
As Lunde, filled with hatred for Chaos, arrived at the 113th Regiment's station, the scene that greeted him made the young commissar frown deeply, and even a flicker of anger appeared in his eyes.
The entire camp was strewn with soldiers lying haphazardly, disheveled, as if they had just finished a celebration feast, drunk and passed out.
"By order of the Ministry of military Affairs, I am Lunde Alvarez, and from this moment on, I am taking over the position of commissar for the 113th Regiment." Lunde realized this wouldn't do; he needed to establish authority, so he shouted loudly.
But no one in the camp paid him any attention.
These drunken bastards merely glanced at him before changing to a more comfortable position.
Click!
A vein throbbed on Lunde's forehead, and he directly drew his bolter and chambered a round.
"I'm giving you three seconds. Stand up immediately and form ranks, or I have the right to execute you bastards according to Imperial law!"
This threat was quite effective.
After all, with the title of commissar, executing a few undisciplined bastards wasn't a big deal.
So, these drunken individuals staggered, grumbling, as they climbed off the ground, sparsely forming a not-so-standard queue under Lunde's threat.
"Who authorized you to drink?!" Lunde's eyelids twitched; the stench of alcohol from these people almost made him faint, imagining how much they had drunk!
"Hiccup~ We~ hiccup~ it's always been like this~"
These people answered with burps.
"Who is the company commander? Where is the company commander?"
Lunde couldn't stand it anymore; he had to re-establish the abysmal discipline of this unit!
Unexpectedly, a burly man who had been hiding in the back staggered out.
"—I am the company commander—hehe."
…Lunde's face darkened.
He couldn't understand why such an undisciplined battle group could exist within the highly disciplined Eighth Army, nor could he fathom how these drunkards, lacking will, discipline, and even owing loyalty, could possibly fight Chaos.
"Don't you know that drinking on the battlefield is a capital offense?!!!" Lunde was almost insane with anger; with the company commander leading the drinking, this regiment was utterly doomed!
"Yes, I know—."
The company commander scratched his head.
"But it's just that everyone just came back from the battlefield and wanted to relax and rest a bit. Don't be so serious!"
"Is that the issue?!"
Lunde raised his voice, roaring.
"What if there's an order? How can you organize an attack when you're this drunk? A team without discipline has no combat power. Don't you understand such a simple principle?!"
Just then, a loud and urgent assembly alarm blared through the camp!
Lunde's expression immediately changed.
"This is bad!"
"Order: 113th Regiment, infiltrate 725.3, and cut off the Chaos flank offensive at all costs." The Ministry of military Affairs' order had arrived.
"Damn it, it just had to be now!"
Lunde was going crazy; how could these drunkards possibly complete an infiltration mission?!
But, in the few seconds he was stunned, he suddenly felt someone grab his collar, then he was thrown into a Taurus armored vehicle, his head hitting the side door.
"What are you doing?!"
Lunde was startled, only to find that these supposedly drunk individuals had far more mobility than he had imagined.
Just seconds after the order was given, they had all boarded the armored vehicle, and the company commander even held a half-empty bottle of whiskey, grinning at him.
"Hold on tight, Commissar, we need to go!"
"???"
Lunde was bewildered.
He really wanted to ask, "Don't you want to sober up first?"
The entire vehicle was packed with drunkards, and the smell of alcohol almost made him pass out.
"Hold on tight—!!!"
At this moment, the driver in front chugged a large mouthful of vodka.
"Ura!!!!"
Then Lunde experienced the sensation of gravity imbalance and the taste of kissing the armored vehicle's ceiling. He was even thrown completely, crashing heavily against the door, seeing stars.
Amidst the pain, Lunde looked out the window, astonished to find that while other regiments were only equipped with dozens of Taurus armored vehicles, there were hundreds here!
With a series of roars, hundreds of armored vehicles shot out as if flying close to the ground, kicking up a trail of dust as they sped out of the camp.
"Whoo-hoo—!!!"
The driver in the front was still drinking.
Lunde turned his head in horror, realizing that not only did these people not see anything wrong, but they were even drinking and playing cards in this environment, which felt like a tumbling washing machine!
Crazy! Absolutely crazy!
But even crazier things were yet to come!
According to the Ministry of military Affairs' order, they needed to avoid the main Chaos force, bypass them to the flank, and cut off the Chaos encirclement of the main legion.
But these lunatics actually charged directly at the main Chaos force. Lunde's eyes widened.
"Are you crazy? That's the main Chaos force! Damn it, quickly go around! Go around!"
"Why should we go around?"
However, a single sentence from the company commander silenced Lunde.
"The Ministry of military Affairs' order is to cut off the Chaos flank encirclement, so if that's the case"
As he spoke, he revealed a mouthful of stark white teeth.
"Wouldn't it be better to just fight our way through and smash the Chaos lines?!"
"?"
Lunde was speechless.
Was he crazy, or was this world crazy?
"Don't worry," the company commander patted his shoulder, comforting him, "Our 113th Regiment has sought death more than once or twice. You'll get used to it."
"You'll get used to it?"
Lunde suddenly seemed to understand why the person from the Ministry of military Affairs had looked at him with pity after he agreed to the transfer.
"If I may ask—" Lunde's mouth felt dry.
"How many commissars have you gone through?"
"Not many,"
The company commander grinned.
"Counting you, it's only twenty. I hope you live a long time. That's not a curse, it's my sincere hope."
Lunde's eyes lost their sparkle.
With this kind of behavior, let alone twenty, how many commissars would be enough for you to ruin!
The 113th Regiment that Lunde imagined should have been an elite force with strict discipline, strategic advances and retreats, and excellent training, not like this—
That damned driver, chugging vodka and yelling "Ura!" while charging head-on into the Chaos army!
He swore he tried to calm these 'madmen' down, but his voice was quickly drowned out by even crazier roars.
Then, he witnessed a scene he would never forget.
These lunatics were actually driving their Taurus armored vehicle in circles under the Chaos army's bombardment, toying with them like walking a dog. "Whoopee!"
The company commander, full of excitement, threw open the armored vehicle's top hatch. Like 'Super Rambo' in a movie, he manned an electric-powered six-barreled heavy bolter anti-aircraft gun, passionately roaring as he pulled the trigger, unleashing a scorching torrent of destruction at the incoming daemons!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Fist-sized bullets, propelled by the electric drive system, roared as they tore through the air!
"Come on! Come on! Come on!"
Veins bulged on the company commander's forehead, his arms trembling continuously. His wild, boisterous laughter even drowned out the roars praising Khorne. Daemons exploded into bloody mist with each burst from his gun.
However, the Chaos army was not to be trifled with. They quickly noticed this arrogant squad. A Chaos Hellbrute roared, unleashing a barrage of blasphemous flesh-and-blood shells at them!
The drivers of the 113th Regiment were all incredibly skilled!
They put on a display of driving for the new commissar, Lunde. It was hard to imagine how these people managed to remain unscathed amidst the dense Chaos bombardment!
"Damn it, you dare to hit me?!" However, the company commander seemed unable to swallow his anger. He furiously turned the vehicle around, glaring fiercely at the Chaos Hellbrute.
"Alexei, turn us back around, let's kill that son of a bitch!"
"???"
Lunde swallowed.
"Wait, you're not actually going after that Chaos Hellbrute, are you? That's a Chaos Dreadnought, we don't have—AAAAAAH!!!"
Before he could finish his sentence, a huge push-back sensation forcibly shoved the rest of Lunde's words back down his throat!
"Hold on tight!"
The driver, Alexei, in the cockpit, grinned as he chugged some vodka, then sharply turned the wheel. The sound of brake pads screeching violently was extremely piercing!
The immense lateral inertia slammed Lunde hard against the cockpit wall.
Then, he discovered in horror that the Taurus armored vehicle actually turned one hundred eighty degrees on its 'side' right under the nose of the Chaos army, passing directly under the Chaos Hellbrute's crotch in an incredibly bizarre maneuver!
"Taste this guy!"
And the company commander, he was still firing!
Because the vehicle was turning on its side, the company commander's head was almost touching the ground, but he still looked fearless, aiming the six-barreled heavy bolter anti-aircraft gun at the Hellbrute's crotch and began a furious barrage!
Bang, bang, bang!!!
At this range, even though the Hellbrute was covered in thick brass armor, its crotch area was completely undefended.
A series of anti-aircraft bolter shells, carrying terrifying kinetic energy, slammed into the Hellbrute's weakest point, causing sprays of blood!
The Chaos Hellbrute let out a few wails and then crashed into a pool of blood with a thud.
Lunde's eyes widened.
A Chaos Hellbrute, just like that, was dealt with?!
One had to know, this was a Chaos Dreadnought that even Space Marines found difficult to defeat in single combat, yet it was so easily killed by these madmen?!
The armored vehicle jolted again, sending Lunde rolling back into his seat. The company commander had already climbed back in. Seeing Lunde still looking shocked, he couldn't help but laugh and pat his shoulder.
"How was it? Didn't scare you, Commissar!"
Lunde swallowed his dry throat, gripping the handrail inside the vehicle. He now had a completely new perspective on this loosely disciplined team.
"Do you usually—are you always this reckless?!"
"Not really."
The company commander scratched his head.
Lunde breathed a sigh of relief. Good—if they were always this reckless, he feared his heart couldn't take it.
"We're usually much more exciting than this."
Who knew, the company commander's next sentence made Lunde's heart stop.
"You'll see later, if you survive and are still willing to stay here."
"???"
Lunde was about to ask what he meant when—Bang!!!
Suddenly, a huge crash almost overturned the armored vehicle, and then the driver Alexei was heard cursing.
"Damn it, what was that? Do you really think I wouldn't crash? This vehicle was specially modified by me, what kind of damn Space Marine dares to block us?!"
Looking out the car window at the world Eater in blood-red power armor who had been sent flying, Lunde's mouth gradually opened wide, dumbfounded.
"You just ran over a Space Marine?!"
"What else?"
Alexei chugged some vodka and said without looking back.
"It used to be impossible. Their power armor was too heavy; hitting them would flip the vehicle. But now, all our regiment's armored vehicles are specially modified. The entire vehicle shell is made of Vibranium, which can absorb kinetic energy and release it all at once. Space Marines? In front of our regiment's armored vehicles, they're just a speed bump!"
Lunde was speechless.
Toying with the Chaos army, slaughter of a Chaos Hellbrute, and even using Space Marines as speed bumps, privately modifying Taurus armored vehicles—each and every one of these actions undoubtedly violated what he had learned at the Schola Progenium. Yet, the 113th Regiment had proven their strength with their battle achievements.
Now, Lunde really wanted to know, what else were these madmen of the 113th Regiment not afraid to do?!
The tracks of the Taurus armored vehicle dragged all the daemons attempting to block its path, crushing them into bloody pulp. The roar of the engine and the heavy bolters embodied the wrath of the Imperium!
The 113th Regiment also arrived at the combat zone on time.
However, what greeted their eyes were mountains of corpses and shattered ruins. The air was filled with the pungent smell of giant elements and the scorched odor of burning flames.
In the trenches not far away, a tattered half-flag could still be seen fluttering, symbolizing that a fierce struggle had taken place here, yet the Imperium still held it firmly in its grasp.
"My unit, Eighth Army, 113th Regiment, ordered to take over this position!" The company commander's expression became more solemn as he looked at the brutal position, shouting loudly, hoping for a response.
But unfortunately, in the battle-torn battlefield, no voice answered him.
At this moment, Commissar Lunde's portable computer beeped. He looked down, and his pupils suddenly contracted sharply.
"The Departmento Munitorum orders us—"
He bit his lip tightly, his gaze drifting towards the distant plain swept by blood-red.
"At all costs, we must cut off the Chaos army's flanking attack."
"Where are our reinforcements?"
The company commander was expressionless, also feeling the pressure of the blood-red torrent in the distance.
Lunde was silent for a moment, then said with difficulty.
"We have no reinforcements."
"That's great."
The company commander was very calm, not at all as furious as Lunde had imagined. After hearing the order, he quietly lit a cigarette, taking a deep drag.
"This is good. I'll be buried right here."
The sky was completely enveloped in Khorne's crimson, and the air was thick with the suffocating stench of blood, ozone, and sulfur.
Even the ground beneath their feet was no longer soil, but a nauseating, horrifying swamp of corpses, flesh, and viscous blood plasma.
Lunde didn't know when this brutal war would end, or if humanity could even win.
Perhaps this was nothing more than a bloody feast offered to Khorne, a destructive frenzy in the name of the apocalypse.
"Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!"
The soul-shattering roar of the Khorne daemon army coalesced into a tsunami, gradually becoming clearer from the distant crimson tide, and entered the eyes of the 113th Regiment.
Mortals, in this war, in this terrifying meat grinder, were like pebbles cast into a sea of blood, only able to stir up insignificant ripples.
They would then be completely devoured by the endless tide of slaughter!
"They're here."
Commissar Lunde's breathing grew heavier in the comms channel, each breath like a hammer striking an anvil.
Even the surrounding air became extremely hot, as if burning his lungs, and the thick smell of promethium fuel and blood made him feel as if he were in Hell.
No, this *was* Hell!
"Call for artillery!"
The Company Commander was the first to roar, signaling the beginning of the assault.
The 113th Regiment's mission was to cut off the Chaos flank, preventing the encirclement of their main army, ensuring the main army had enough time to retreat.
Until then—they would have no aid except for the artillery in the rear.
But the good news was that they had unlimited rights to call for artillery support.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!
Soon, Hellfire missiles, trailing their exhaust plumes, streaked across the sky like a meteor shower, smashing into the direction of the Chaos army's advance!
But the Khorne daemon army quickly retaliated, pushing a large number of flesh batteries onto the front lines of the battlefield's flank, commencing indiscriminate saturation bombardment towards the 113th Regiment's position!
Clusters of wriggling, living flesh projectiles fell, exploding into scattered, foul gore, and anything that splattered onto a human body would quickly dissolve a living person into a bloody pulp.
Khorne's blasphemous runes writhed madly in the clouds like active, disgusting maggots, and the ground beneath their feet never stopped trembling.
That was the roar of millions of chainaxes, the trampling of daemon engines over remains, steadily closing in on them.
"Eighth Company, Ninth Company, advance!"
The Company Commander gritted his teeth, sending two companies forward.
"Everyone else, stay behind."
"Are you insane? With so many enemies, sending two companies up is sending them to their deaths!"
Veins bulged around Lunde's eyes as he stared at the Company Commander in disbelief, unable to understand such a decision.
"I'm not insane."
The Company Commander looked at him with an unprecedentedly cold gaze.
"You're right—I *am* sending them to their deaths, but to hold this position, this is the only way!"
Lunde suddenly felt a chill run through him, his pupils shrinking to pinpricks.
"When one company is wiped out, then send in the second company.
We have no reinforcements, so this is the only way to delay their advance!"
The Company Commander took a deep breath, no longer paying attention to Lunde, and continued to deploy.
"Eighth Company as the first echelon, Ninth Company as the second echelon.
Once all personnel on the front lines are dead, they will replace them.
The remaining companies will be reserves!"
"Communicator, get me the Armored Corps! Tell them to saturate coordinates — with artillery fire until they run out of shells!"
Shells, as if free, rained down on the Chaos army in front, sending flesh and armor fragments flying, and a terrifying hot blast of air, like a storm, mercilessly crushed all life within its range!
Even Space Marines, hailed as 'demigods,' could not possibly survive such a dense bombardment!
However, even though the Chaos army endured heavy bombardment, relying on their absolute numerical superiority, they still broke through the first line of defense amidst the concentrated firepower.
"Kill these sons of bitches!"
"Come on, you blasphemous scum, your Gain is waiting for you here!"
"May the glory of Holy Terra shine!"
Amidst desperate roars, all members of the Eighth Company, utterly fearless, engaged in a brutal slaughter with the charging Chaos daemons and even Chaos Space Marines.
daemon engines roared, crushing their flesh, pulling bones and exoskeletons into their bloody treads, while the snarling, roaring Khorne daemons imprisoned within them wielded their butcher's blades, wantonly hacking and slashing!
"Report, Company Commander!"
The messenger's voice was hoarse, his uniform stained with black ash and an unknown viscous liquid.
"Sector is critical, Eighth and Ninth Companies are almost wiped out! The Chaos warband 'Skull Reapers,' with two Flesh Grinders, have already breached the second trench!"
The Company Commander didn't look back; he no longer had time to worry about the death toll.
On the holographic tactical projection, the crimson arrow representing Chaos, like a blade piercing their own heart, was frantically devouring the lives of the 113th Regiment.
And the direction pointed by the arrow was the main army of Holy Terra, located far in the rear.
The 113th Regiment's defensive line was precarious, meaning that once they fell, the entire flank of the battle line was at risk of annihilation!
"Fifth Company, Sixth Company, advance!"
The Company Commander's voice was hoarse, veins bulging on his forehead.
"Third Company, Fourth Company, be reserves!"
The successive bombardments from artillery and fighter jets still couldn't stop the Chaos army's resolve.
Empowered by Khorne's might, they had no fear of death; instead, blood only fueled their frenzy!
Half an hour, an hour, two hours...
The 113th Regiment, with the strength of one regiment, managed to hold off the Chaos flank for two hours, but the cost was nine companies, now reduced to a mere one company.
"It's our turn."
The Company Commander took a swig of liquor and handed it to Lunde.
"Here, this is liquor from home, hahahaha!"
Lunde hesitated for a few seconds, then finally took the bottle and also took a big swig.
"Cough, cough—"
He choked and coughed.
"Hahahaha—"
The Company Commander watched from the side, laughing, and clapped him on the shoulder.
"Time to go, Commissar."
The First Company was the last remaining force of the 113th Regiment.
They laboriously climbed over corpses and ascended the crumbling front-line defenses, but the sight that met their eyes was enough to instantly break anyone unhardened by war.
A hundred meters away, their so-called "Defensive line" had become a chasm of twisted metal, shattered concrete, and charred remains.
Soldiers wearing the iconic combat uniforms of the Holy Terra army were like fragments of rock embedded in this defensive line, collectively forming an insurmountable monument of flesh and blood.
"Afraid?"
The Company Commander took a deep breath, turned to the young Commissar, and grinned.
"This is your first war, isn't it? Bad luck indeed."
"No fear."
Lunde showed no fear, drawing his chainsword.
"It is my honor to die fighting for the Holy Terra Alliance!"
"For the Emperor—!"
"Brothers! The 113th Regiment's final order: follow me and charge! Slaughter these blasphemous daemons!"
The Company Commander led the charge, rushing towards Chaos.
And in response, the surviving soldiers of the 113th Regiment's First Company let out a roar, mixed with blood and fire, with the last of their strength!
Lunde, as Commissar, refused to be left behind.
Like a moth drawn to fire, he too, amidst shouts of "Long live Holy Terra! Long live the Emperor!" launched a valiant charge as a mortal towards that boundless, destructive crimson tide!
The 113th Regiment's defense line was becoming precarious and on the verge of collapse under the assault of the Chaos daemons.
The remaining warriors of the First Company, spurred on by the Commissar and Captain's leadership, unleashed an even fiercer roar, savagely tearing through the surging Khorne daemons and their servant army with laser fire, bolter rounds, and even bayonets and entrenching tools.
The main cannon of the Petrified Lizard roared, attempting to force back the approaching war engines.
However, this was the Apocalypse!
Wars of this intensity were unfolding almost every moment!
The self-propelled artillery of the armored corps even had their gun barrels melted by high temperatures and exploded due to continuous firing, and not a few soldiers died from exhaustion due to long hours of high-intensity shell loading.
But what was the result?
Khorne's daemon legions were still endless, like a crimson ocean, continuously pouring out of the Warp rifts, as if they could never be killed!
Despair was like a maggot in the bone.
It was more like a chilling cold that had invaded their marrow, constantly reminding them of the horror of this war!
"Come on—you daemons!!!"
At this moment, the exceptionally valiant Lunde seemed like a God descended; his chainsword blade was covered in the profane blood and flesh of daemons, his eyes crimson, as he roared fiercely.
"You filthy scum, come—kill me!!!"
"Holy cow, the Commissar is that fierce?!" Aleksey spun his entrenching tool, killing a daemon servant, and, panting, turned his head to see the newly joined young Commissar, wielding a chainsword, like a tiger among sheep, wantonly slaughtering these daemon servants.
At first, they hadn't paid much attention, but soon, everyone, including the Captain, was shocked by the young Commissar's frenzied killing intent.
Tearing Khorne daemon servants apart with his bare hands, beheading Bloodletters with his blade!
Not only that, but he even cut off the head of a Chaos world Eater in a head-on duel.
"Is this all the capability your Khorne has?!" Lunde was covered in blood, his eyes red, holding aloft the head of the world Eater warrior he had beheaded, as if in a frenzy, his bloodthirsty gaze searching for a target.
"What a dog-shit Blood God! What a dog-shit Lord of Skulls! Absolutely useless! Come on, I, Lunde Alvarez, am right here, who can kill me?!"
Facing his provocation, the surging daemon servants seemed to freeze.
Then, these daemon servants stared at Lunde with strange eyes for a few seconds, and then slowly made way for him.
"Boy, you are worthy of the 'Blood God's' trial."
From a low, hoarse voice, a figure of immense height, about two and a half meters tall, wearing blood-red armor distinctly different from other world Eaters, emerged from the tide of daemon servants.
This crimson giant, adorned with many skulls and trophies, carried a power axe.
Boom!
It carried a power axe, entwined with a crimson glow, as if tens of thousands of ferocious souls were imprisoned within this terrifying demonic weapon, emitting a chilling shriek.
"I, Khorne's daemon Army, world Eaters Legion, Champion of the Seventeenth Company, Elias Fischer, accept your challenge!"
Company Champion?!
No wonder he had so many decorations and a not-so-high-level demonic artifact.
Lunde's heart trembled, but not a hint of fear showed on his face.
"Good, I heard that your Blood God believes most in fair and just duels, so I also have a request."
Elias looked at him with a playful gaze.
"Alright, speak."
"My request is simple."
Lunde's gaze swept around, and he said in a deep voice.
"Until we determine a victor, your legion is not permitted to step one inch into the trench!"
"So that's it, that's your goal, isn't it?" Elias narrowed his eyes and sneered.
"Deliberately attracting my attention, then using a duel as an excuse to buy yourselves time."
"You can refuse."
Seeing his intentions exposed, Lunde not only showed no panic but even a look of mockery.
"Then order them to charge and kill me with numerical superiority—but, for the mighty champion of the Blood God to fear a duel proposed by a human, it wouldn't be me who loses face, but you."
"Mortal, your provocation is crude"
Elias' face darkened, and a chilling cold brewed in his eyes.
"But it doesn't matter, I accept your terms, it won't waste too much time anyway, the battle will end in an instant."
Crude?
Lunde's lips curled into a cold smile; he certainly knew how crude his method of provocation was, but it was undeniably effective against Khorne's legion, wasn't it?
This was also something he had learned from his instructors at the Schola Progenium: different methods could be used to enrage different Loki cultists.
Sometimes, anger makes enemies lose their minds, thereby creating opportunities for oneself.
A blood-red mist enveloped the two, and the attacking Chaos legion actually retreated from the trenches, awaiting the outcome of their duel.
Lunde took a deep breath, his attention reaching an unprecedented state of focus, every inch of muscle and bone in his body seemed to enter an optimal state, his heart pumping blood into his limbs, injecting strength.
His gaze was firmly fixed on that terrifying Khorne world Eater Champion.
He can do it, he definitely can!
He had to hold on, to hold on for as long as possible, only then—could he create a glimmer of hope for the 113th Regiment.
He no longer wanted the tragedy of the 117th Regiment to repeat itself on the 113th Regiment!
Come on! Lunde, you can do it! Just then, the crimson figure in his vision suddenly vanished from its spot with a thunderous roar, and the sound of earth mixed with flesh exploding!
Not good!
Lunde's pupils constricted violently; that crimson figure, dragging a terrifying, suffocating aura, slammed directly into his field of vision, and an intense premonition of danger pierced his cerebral cortex like a needle!
He must dodge!
Otherwise, he would die!
"Move, damn it!" Lunde suddenly inhaled a breath of air, his heart pumping violently, blood rushing into his limbs with a whoosh, veins bulging on the surface of his skin, looking extremely ferocious, desperately mobilizing every inch of muscle strength throughout his body.
Boom!
The blood-red great axe crashed down.
The terrifying force tore the ground apart, and a blood-red shockwave, laden with gravel, exploded outwards, while a figure tumbled awkwardly, flying back over ten meters.
"Huff, huff, huff—"
Lunde panted heavily, his lungs rapidly expanding and contracting, a burning pain from his throat extending into his entire chest cavity, his pupils filled with disbelief.
So strong!
He was completely on a different level than the world Eater he had beheaded; just dodging that one blow had almost exhausted his stamina!
"Oh?"
Elias raised an eyebrow, smiling as he picked up his great axe.
"You dodged it? I thought I could cut you down in one go. Not bad, not bad, then let me get more excited!"
Lunde no longer had the energy to speak.
He used his chainsword as a support to barely get up from the ground, panting heavily, and thinking of a certain idol's line that was very suitable for the current situation, he gritted his teeth and said.
"Khorne's Champion, is this all your water? I can—fight—you—like this—all day!"