Warhammer Divine Throne

The scouts went out wave after wave, then returned wave after wave, constantly delivering the latest information to the central tent.

”The Green-skinned Army is still twenty kilometers away!”

”The Green-skinned Army is ten kilometers away!”

”The Green-skins are five kilometers away!”

Throngs of Imperial Infantry Corps arranged their positions under the commanders’ directives, while the infantry from Brittania stood in formation under the instructions of knights.

The Iris Guard from Marinburg, arranged on the right wing by the Griffin Duke, consisted of groups of mercenaries and paladins wielding various weapons, often carrying bows or crossbows on their backs, capable of both ranged and close combat. Interspersed among them were a large number of rangers for mobility, mostly equipped with simple hand cannons, and massive catapults were placed behind the lines.

The most elite unit in the right wing was undoubtedly the Sea God Knight Order, with these trident-bearing Sea God Knights ready to move, shouting the name of the Sea God Manannan.

The left wing was composed of reinforcements from Brittani, forming a knight phalanx consisting of many Ranger Knights and a few Kingdom Knights. The young Ranger Knights shouted their names loudly, eager to display their martial valor to the Lady.

The Knight Kingdom’s Infantry Corps lined up around the knights, wearing simple leather armor, rounded helmets, raising weapons, and shouting the name of Holy Grail Knight Jules to boost morale. At the forefront of the lines were the archers, who wore only cloth garments. They were true peasants, forcibly conscripted by the lords, suffering through the foreign war. The only strength they could rely on was their longbows, passed down through generations. To these archers, the older the bow, the more it represented not just reliability, but also a spiritual solace, carrying the feeling of protection from their ancestors.

Inside the peasants’ hearts was a mix of hope and fear; winning the war meant survival and a chance to receive rewards or loot from the Master Knights, yet they feared having their skills noted by the lords and being pressed into further military service.

Their fear and trepidation were clearly noted by Brittania’s knights; the young knights cursed and criticized the peasants, condemning their dishonorable behavior. Under the knights’ stern gaze, the archers fell into line.

In the center stood the Empire’s army.

The Griffin Knight Order formed three rows, with the elite Imperial Infantry Corps ahead of them. Clad in chest armor, wielding long spears, the Imperial Long Spear Legion and Long Halberd Legion gleamed with fervor, feeling honored to fight alongside the Griffin Knights. The two-handed greatsword warriors from Karlo Castle wore ornate, gleaming plate armor from the Dwarf Workshop. Only the bravest, most honorable warriors ascend to wield great swords, and today those swords would taste the Green-skin blood as a tribute to the Empire. The best swordsmen might earn the lords’ favor and be knighted.

Cannons were aimed toward the distance, with human and dwarf engineers making final adjustments. The giant cannon, developed jointly by Nuer’s Imperial Royal Engineering College and the dwarves, was a nightmare for all the Empire’s foes, destined to rain steel shells onto enemy formations and bring destruction.

At the forefront of the Imperial Array stood musketeers, a dense barrage of bullets to toll the bell of doom for the Green-skins.

Laine Macado, riding his horse Pinecone, stood beside Holy Grail Knight Jules. From the moment he accepted the invitation, he was no longer White Wolf Knight Laine of the Nord Kingdom; he became Baron Gene of Brittania, Holy Grail Knight Laine Macado.

For a moment, he felt uneasy; the role transformation left him at a loss. Holy Grail Knight Jules noticed his disquiet, merely smiled, and said, ”For the Lady!”

”For the Lady!” Laine raised his Warhammer. Surprisingly, calm settled in his heart, with the new Holy Grail Knight Badge hanging on his chest; he felt the Lake Fairy watching him.

Yes, for the Lady, for his father, and for humanity! Laine clenched his Warhammer, a fighting spirit ignited within him.

The ground subtly trembled, as low horn sounds arose in the distance, chaotic yet unmistakable as the summons of the incoming Green-skins.

”Human compatriots! Today, we stand united, fighting side by side!” Griffin Duke Ivan Ferdinand drew the Griffin True Silver Holy Sword from his waist, riding his Griffin Beast Calamity, addressing the soldiers in a speech.

”Whether you hail from Marinburg, Rick Territory, or Brittania, today we gather here together, facing the wicked green tide.”

”In the fifteen hundred years since Charlemagne founded the Empire on this continent, we humans have been stewards of this land, rooted here, thriving and flourishing.”

”But peace and prosperity demand sacrifice; since we rooted here, we’ve been beset by foes, evil forces seeking to take all from us. Thus, the Empire has endured many harsh and relentless wars: invasions by Green-skins and Ogres, vampirical court threats, and terrifying Chaos Army assaults, with ceaseless internal treachery and turmoil.” ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NoveI~Fire.net

”We have teetered on the edge of obliteration; we’ve been fragmented, weak, failed - but never did we compromise, never did we surrender!!!”

”For we all embrace one conviction, one nation, one faith!”

”We believe! We fight! We triumph! With the unwavering faith in our ancestor Charlemagne, let’s face evil head-on in battle!”

”For Charlemagne! For the Human Empire!!!” Ivan thrust the Griffin True Silver Holy Sword skyward, the sacred glow illuminating the soldiers, igniting courage within them as they shouted in response, ”For Charlemagne! For the Empire!!!”

”For the Lady! For Brittania!!!” Holy Grail Knight Jules shouted likewise.

The soldiers pounded the earth with long halberds: ”Agree! Agree! Agree!!!”

The rhythmic thuds were the Human Alliance Army’s most vigorous response to the Green-skins, overpowering the trembling earth with human voices.

Then, at the limits of everyone’s sight appeared some green figures, clad in ragged armor, wielding crude swords and shields, their faces fierce and grim, sporting jagged sharp fangs.

”Waaaaaaagh!!!” The green figures charged towards the Human Alliance first.

Trailing them was an ocean of green, swarming across hills and fields, blanketing all views and roads, filling the horizon’s end, as uncountable Green-skins rushed forth like a tide towards the Human Alliance Army.

Laine licked his dry lips, the Genetic Primarch raised his head, the Griffin Warhammer shimmered beneath the sun.

”Let us begin.”