In the northern wastelands that were filled with magma, totems, gales, and heatwaves, an army finally returned to the northern wastelands, the cursed country, after a not-so-successful but not-so-failed invasion to the south.
The originally rumbling Wind of Chaos, the distorted and decaying creations, and the rolling lava on the ground were slightly weaker than before. That was because Motekin's death had caused the furious Four Gods of Chaos to temporarily lose their anchor point in the mortal world. This caused the Wind of Chaos to weaken from the destroyed Ancient Saint Teleportation Portal in the far north.
The defeated troops that retreated from Auster and Kislöw dejectedly retreated through the mountain passes and the Mourning Mountains.
Another Eternal Chosen of Chaos had failed to invade the mortal world.
An army of 300,000 to 400,000 had been defeated. The Eternal Chosen of God, Motekin, had committed suicide for no reason. The Supreme King of Noska, Aislin, had died in battle. More than half of the elites had been wiped out. Even the Chaos Demonic Dragon, Stratescu, had died in Wolfenburg. This was a rather painful blow to the Chaos forces and the Barbarians. However, the Chaos wasteland and the Noska Mountain Range needed to replenish their population very quickly. It would take at most three to five years for the lost population and troops to recover.
What really made the Army of Chaos extremely fearful was the wrath of the Evil God. In this invasion, the Army of Chaos almost didn't obtain enough valuable sacrifices and spoils of war. Most of the spoils of war were lost in the hasty retreat, abandoned, or taken back.
They were about to face the wrath of the Evil God, which made the most powerful Chaos Champion feel uneasy. The Evil God could bestow them with great power, but he could also take it back at any time. They could become powerful people and suppress a territory, but they could also become Chaos Eggs and abandoned people at any time.
However, there was also a group of people who didn't take it seriously. They saw defeat as an interesting experience and retreat as another form of enjoyment. As for the spoils of war, they didn't care. Anyway, they had already had a good time. They could think about it next time!
Under the colorful sky and distorted light of the northern wasteland, a group of perverted troops were dancing.
Dong ~ Dong ~ Dong ~ Dong ~ Dong ~ Dong ~ Dong ~
The first man was called Sigwald. He was wearing a flirtatious loincloth. His superior was the Eternal God's Chosen One, but Sigwald only wanted to dance.
Prince Sigwald was shaking his shoulders. The champion of the Chosen God had recovered from his defeat. He was so excited that he could barely breathe. The entire army of Mirror Guardians were also shaking their shoulders.
Dong ~ dong ~ dong ~ dong ~ dong ~ dong ~ dong ~ dong ~ dong ~
The second man (?) His name was Kasolon, and he was a demon prince. He liked to corrupt the whole world, but he also liked to dance ~
A huge perverted demon prince was leading a group of perverted demons as they danced together. It was happily playing a filthy and blasphemous demon musical instrument with both hands. The terrifying noise was ear-piercing and contained a powerful impact.
Dong ~ dong ~ dong ~ dong ~ dong ~ dong ~ dong ~ dong ~ dong ~
They traveled around the world in search of the most exciting and happiest things. They invaded the mortal world again and again, but they never stopped pursuing and enjoying art. No matter what difficulties they faced, they never stopped dancing ~
Until one day, in the wasteland of the Northern Wasteland, two men met, and they danced together.
Prince Sigwald: "Wow! Youcanreallydance！”
Perverted demon prince Kasolon: "Wow! Youcanreallydance！”
So they started to dance together. What a coincidence!
Sweet singing came from the Northern Wasteland. It was the chorus of Prince Sigwald and the perverted demon prince Kasolon. The bodies of the perverted demon prince and the perverted demon prince twisted at the same frequency and rhythm at the same time, doing the same movements. It was incomparably smooth.
"Is this your excuse for being perverted ~"
"If you could start over again, would you love me?"
"Perverted demons can make people happy, but it can also bring torture ~"
"I once did it with you ~ the legendary yellow ~"
"Drowned in my blood and turned into a perverted demon ~"
The atmosphere of the grand dance scene was fiery. Mortals and demons sang and danced together, then devoured and twisted each other. Many of them gradually turned into minced meat under the crazy and filthy scene, and even merged into the nearby ground. However, many of them also obtained incomparable happiness and promotion.
Not far away, a group of Chaos cavalry was coldly looking at this group of perverted demons who were still performing a disgusting song and dance performance even though they had lost the battle.
If Prince Sigwald could pay more attention, he would have discovered the strength of this group of Chaos cavalry. They were powerful Chaos warriors who were not inferior to Motekin's personal guards, the Crimson Reapers. They were ruthless butchers, and a single charge could turn the situation of a war.
This was a group of tall monsters riding huge Chaos horses. The riders and mounts were covered in the thickest plate armor, and every piece of armor was made by demon blacksmiths. The Chaos Knights wore shin guards made of serrated blades, which were perfect for cutting the enemy into pieces.
Most of the enemies who saw them had lost their morale before even fighting. Many of the Chaos Knights carried huge lances to the battlefield. This terrible long weapon was very suitable for piercing a hole in the enemy's body. The others waved all kinds of other weapons, from meat cleavers to pickaxes to heavy maces.
Some of the Chaos Knights even had magic blades, which gave them extra strength. Killing was their only purpose of existence. In addition, most of the weapons were burning with terrible black flames. Every Chaos Knight was the model of their warrior group. They had walked the cursed path for many years, and were the favorites of the dark gods.
This army was the Sword of Chaos — the strongest and most elite army under the command of the Eternal God's Chosen Eichaen. Every single one of them was either a Champion of Chaos or a Chosen of Chaos. Even the weakest amongst them had once been a great king, chieftain, khan or the leader of a warlord somewhere. But now, they only had one identity left — the loyal followers and personal guards of the Eternal God's Chosen Eichaen.
"Motekin has failed, my king." Right beside the Eternal Chosen God, the Conqueror, Kurgan Khan, Eichahn's deputy general, Wadek Keron, had a face full of disdain and contempt. "Now that we see the performance of these shameful fellows, we know that Motekin's failure was justified."
"Motekin did not fail. His strategy was a success." The Eternal Chosen of Chaos, the Master of Doom, the Three-Eyed King, the last and most revered Chosen of Gods champion, the most ruthless and also the most powerful King of Chaos — Echahn calmly gazed at the Perverted Party in the distance. The Eternal Chosen of God shook his head slightly. "He only lost to himself.
"Lost to … himself?" Wadek Keron was thoughtful. "My king, you are saying that Motekin's strategy was a success, but he did not execute it well?"
"When doing things, one must be firm and confident." Eichahn looked at Prince Sigwald and the Demon Prince of Sex Sin. "As the Eternal Chosen God, being yourself is the best way to destroy the world. He has already provided me with a possibility and a plan."
"My king." Keron was a pinnacle Saint-level fighter, but he would rather be Eichahn's servant. "Motekin was a good man. It's a pity, he should have done more."
"There's nothing to pity. He knew very well that since he chose the True God, he had to pay the price." Eichahn's eyes, which were burning with hellfire, glowed brightly. "What he wanted was revenge. Now that he got what he wanted, from his perspective, it was not a failure. From our perspective, it is still not a failure. Remember, it was I who chose the Four Gods, not the Four Gods who chose me. It was I who wanted to destroy everything in the mortal world, not the Four Gods who wanted to destroy the mortal world. It was I who decided to kill everyone, not the Four Gods."
"Understood." Keron lowered his head humbly.
Eichahn glanced at the Sword of Chaos team that was chasing after him. The Eternal Chosen God snorted at Motekin's actions. What a stupid and idiotic decision. Revenge? Wasn't the best way to take revenge to destroy all living beings, civilizations, and all traces of their existence in the mortal world? Was that not the best revenge? Just killing one enemy and burning down a city was too low of a goal.
The lesson Motekin's failure left behind for Eichahn made him even more determined.
He could not hesitate. If he hesitated, he would lose.
He would prove that the Gods of the old world were all a lie. He would prove that everything in Charlemagne's Empire was trash. He would prove that Yuric was fake. Charlemagne was fake. He would bring the world a decent ending. If the other side was not decent enough, he would help them. Unlike the stupid Motekin, what he wanted was not revenge, but destruction.
Eichahn's determination became even stronger.
However, now was not the time to go south. First of all, because of the failure of Motekin's invasion, the loss of three to four hundred thousand people would require some time to recover. Secondly, Eichahn knew very well that even someone as strong as Motekin would encounter many powerful opponents.
Moreover, Eichahn had been seeing many illusions in his dreams and hallucinations recently.
In the illusions, Eichahn saw some strange prophecy. After passing through the endless giant subspace storm, he saw a brand new space and time. There, the Great Rift split the entire galaxy in half, and 88 planets were heading towards destruction under the ravages of the Khorasan Demons.
A voice told him that he had no chance of winning. He was destined to fail. Only by gathering all six Divine Artifacts of Chaos would he be able to receive our "blessing." That was not a fake and weak blessing from Motekin, but a "true blessing" that belonged to us.
A true blessing? Eichahn was very interested in this. For the Eternal Chosen God, he had been wandering the wastelands in the north for one or two hundred years. He had already obtained five of the six Divine Artifacts of Chaos. He knew very well that even if the Eternal Chosen God was powerful, there would still be times when he would be defeated. The first Eternal Chosen Unifier Moka was killed by Charlemagne, the second Eternal Chosen Anointed Isaac Kuval was killed by Savior Ludwig, and Motekin committed suicide.
Eichahn had divided his army into eight rings, from the countless tribes in the outermost ring to the Sword of Chaos in the first ring that he had carefully selected. His army was incomparably huge, and countless fearless enemies had fallen futilely before him. If he wanted to, he could instantly pull out an army of five hundred thousand and immediately go south.
But this was not enough. Eichahn knew that this was not enough. There was still one last Divine Artifact that had not been obtained.
The Crown of Dominion. This crown symbolized the highest authority that belonged to the Eternal Chosen God of Chaos. At the same time, it could also multiply the power and blessing of his army. Eichahn had searched bitterly for a century, but he still had no clue.
So, in the illusion, the Eternal Chosen God sneered and asked the True God who had revealed him, "Well said. Then where is the Crown of Dominion?"
"Only one person knows the location of the Crown of Dominion."
"Who?"
"The first Demon Prince, Shadow Birac. Only he knows that the history of the Crown of Dominion is as ancient as his."
"Then where should I go to find him?"
"Go to the Land of Shadows and Deceit. Only by finding Birac can you find the Crown of Dominion and be truly crowned as the Eternal Chosen God. With the six Divine Artifacts combined into one, we will open a passage through the giant storm and bestow our true power and army to you. Just like Horus back then, you will complete the heavy responsibility of destroying the world."
"Understood." Eichahn had obtained the key clue: the Land of Shadows and Deceit.
It was time to begin the final journey!
Not long after Eichahn left, the Demon Prince of Sin, Kasolon, who was dancing, glanced in Eichahn's direction.
He was the first Demon Prince to pass through the giant subspace storm and arrive in this world.
He had come in pursuit of his original body.
His name was Julius Kasolon.
And he was not the only one who had come to this world.
The Dark Cloud Lord had brought his heirs to a certain place in this world.
He had come to seize the soul of that angel!
… I am the dividing line of the new storm that has appeared …
Just as Eichahn received the Divine Revelation.
Gray Knight Gene Prototype Laing Macado, who was enjoying the scenery on the passenger ship, suddenly felt an extremely intense throbbing in his heart. He could not help but raise his head and look toward the west of the world.
"That is?!"
The World Eater Gene Prototype Angelang, who was hoeing the fields in Redfish Village and bringing his nephew Devonshire to poke a hornet's nest, also raised his head suddenly. The simple old farmer's expression was uncertain as he muttered to himself, "It's him. Is he coming back?"
The Space Wolf Gene Prototype Rimanrus, who was visiting Mildenheim and grooming the pandas and direwolves, had the hair all over his body stand up. "Lord Baal, are you next?"
Some kind of extremely strong resonance surged and echoed in the hearts of all the original bodies in this world.
At the same time, in Luscia, Luscia Isthmus, Hesotah, Southern Sky Star Pyramid.
Big Leader Mazda Moody of the Slan Demon Toad sat on the golden holy throne. He gently exhaled and said to the King's Son Gene Prototype, Ash Army Commander Fu Gen, who was standing below, "The ceremony has been completed. This great soul has been repaired."
"I know." Fu Gen nodded slightly. He could not help but look forward to it. "Finally …"
"It won't end so soon. Even if we do our best to cover up the Ancient Saint's son, the aftermath of his awakening will still impact the entire world," Mazda Moody said in a low voice. Mazda Moody said in a low voice, "I can sense that three evil forces are coming here."
Three forces? Fu Gen frowned when he heard that, but he was soon relieved. The Emperor Original held the golden power sword Glory at his waist and sneered. "Then let them come!"
This would be the place where angels were reborn and the tomb of evil!
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