In the winter of Year 2523 of the Empire calendar, Laing used this time to make his final preparations. First, he gathered as many elite troops and sacred champions as possible. Then, Laing gathered everyone at the Khuilwu Tombs near the Chalon Forest. There was a deserted castle there. Laing expected to face the Seed of Destruction and his Chaos Army there.
In the subspace, even though ET had arrived, the chaotic battle between the Four Gods of Chaos was still never-ending. Today's rhythm was the opening of the gates of Khorabanha's Ironfire Demon Fortress. The Tier 1 Kabanha personally led 888 Great Khorabanha, 8,888 Demon Princes, and 8,888 Khorabanha Demon Army to fight against the 6,666 Satanic Demon Army led by Pernicious himself. In the area where the Khorabanha and Pernicious Domains intersected, on the battlefield called the Creation Valley, hundreds of battlefields began at the same time.
Pernicious himself did not have the upper hand. Because of the several-hundred-kilometer-long blade slashed down from the Khorabanha's Brass Throne, Pernicious could not focus on the battlefield. Both sides had been fighting for months.
The Nurgle Garden was unusually noisy. The seven hundred and seventy-seven Nurgle Demons of the Benevolent Father were decorating together to celebrate the new year. Millions of Nurgle spirits cheered with their most sincere smiles dripping with yellow-green pus. A total of seven hundred and seventy-seven thousand seven hundred and seventy-seven Nurgle Demons used their bodies to form a huge Nurgle symbol, making the most serious preparations. The vanguards of the Nurgle Vanguard took the stinky honey brewed by the rotten bees from the Nurgle Tree. The Nurgle Beasts were extracting the secret recipe of the Sleeping Tea from the dung. The Rotting Intestines Army and the Plague Butterfly Army were making the Benevolent Father's secret hamburger from the mud of the Nurgle Garden.
All of this was for the grand wedding later. The Benevolent Father announced that he would marry the Goddess of Mercy, Shalia. All of the Benevolent Father's children were happy for the wedding. For the time being, only a small army (no more than five million Nurgle Demons) was sent to participate in the game.
Meanwhile, Tzeentch's Crystal Maze was unexpectedly quiet. The nine hundred and ninety-nine Tzeentch Demon Army were stationed at the border as if waiting for something.
At this moment, in the deep abyss of the Horned Rat's Domain of Chaos.
The Horned Rat God was observing everything.
In terms of appearance, the Horned Rat was completely different from the short and sneaky Skaven Ratmen in his impression. The Horned Rat was hundreds of meters tall and slender, full of streamlined beauty. It was strong, but it did not appear bloated or emphasized strength. Instead, it combined the destruction of Khorne and the slenderness of Lust.
There were eight giant horns on the Horned Rat's head. Two antelope-like horns rose, symbolizing the Horned Rat's strength. Two sheep-like horns were first curled up and then extended to both sides, symbolizing the Horned Rat's wisdom. Then, there were four horns that grew from the back of its head, symbolizing the Horned Rat's boundless ambition and its various forms.
No one knew where the Horned Rat came from. Perhaps only Tzeentch's library had the answer. Whether it was the Skaven Ratmen created by the Horned Rat, or the Skaven Ratmen's spatial projection and emotions condensed to form the Horned Rat, there was no doubt that the Horned Rat and the Skaven Ratmen were existences that flourished together and suffered together. This cunning god was immortal and eternally cunning. He patiently waited for the day when he held power in his hands. His children would swarm from the surface of the world and devour it from the inside. Entropy was his catchphrase, and decline was his stock in trade.
The Horned Rat's creed was, "Everything must rot, whether symbolically or literally. All civilization, art, and anything distant and beautiful must be destroyed."
Therefore, from the moment the Horned Rat was born, it was dedicated to spreading destruction, betrayal, and plagues.
Scholars in the mortal world once thought that the Horned Rat was similar to the Nurgle. It could be a first-tier demon or a lesser god under the Nurgle's command. However, there was a big difference between the Horned Rat's plague and the Nurgle's plague. The Horned Rat's plague pursued destruction and quick death, while the Nurgle's plague pursued transmission, infection, and morbid reproduction. The balance between immortality and mortality was secondary.
At this time, the Horned Rat was angry. He was heartbroken for the loss of Essex, Bunker Hill, and Shangri-La. The Horned Rat God decided to use his own power to reconstruct their bodies. This way, it would only take a year or two for them to be resurrected again. However, this also meant that the Horned Rat God would not be able to frequently interfere with the mortal world in the near future.
Even so, the Horned Rat was very dissatisfied. He decided to do something.
As a lesser god of Chaos, the Horned Rat's strength could not compete with the Four Gods of Chaos. Therefore, the Horned Rat was always careful. He made himself stand on the same side as the Four Gods of Chaos and did not often participate in the "big game" of the Four Gods of Chaos. In the face of the orders of the Four Gods of Chaos, the Horned Rat would usually agree, but not necessarily do so. He would never be enemies with more than three of the Four Gods of Chaos at the same time. Moreover, he would try his best not to expose his strength to the Four Gods of Chaos.
The plan to get rid of Angelang had failed. The Horned Rat decided to tell the news to the evil god he temporarily recognized, Tzeentch, who was planning something in the Crystal Maze.
"Respected Lord of All Change, the core of all changes, all logic, and all plans, Saint Tzeentch above, I have news for you." The Horned Rat sent out the news. "The figure of the former demon, Angelang, has been confirmed. He is now hiding in the Brittany of the World of Marcus, in the Chalon Forest!"
"Yes! I know. I know everything. I understand everything. You can't and you don't need to question my judgment. All the changes are under my control. Then, here comes the question. Since I've already grasped everything, why should I think about it? No, I don't need to think. All truths and laws have been decided. When my clerk recorded everything in books, scrolls, and parchments, it included every fragment of knowledge and thought recorded in the Creation Era, the written and undecided matters, the intertwined history of truth and fiction, as well as the potential, actual, and imagined descriptions of the future. " Tzeentch laughed wildly. "Then tell me, Horned Rat God, what price did you pay to share this news with me?"
"In a fierce battle, I set up a perfect ambush, and once bound the former demon prince of Khorne. However, luck was not on my side. At the critical moment, the seal was attacked and broken, and the three Lords of Calamity were forced to return to my domain." The Horned Rat's words were full of deception and concealment, but it also revealed a lot of information and faintly showed his strength.
Hundreds of clerks used the pink Demonfear blood to frantically write something on the scrolls. The Horned Rat's will was far away.
The Lord of All Changes sat on his holy throne. He first laughed sinisterly, then strangely, then savagely, and finally joyfully. A carefully designed message was sent out in an instant, and spread far away.
"In the light and shadow of the Chalon Forest,
The three Lords of Calamity have prepared a secret weapon.
Ah, the sound of the wind in the sea of trees.
They will hunt their mortal enemy here!
A sealing artifact made from the bones of a god.
An octagonal seal branded with the blood of the rat god.
Blood splattered everywhere, and pieces of flesh covered the ground.
From dusk until dawn, the battle did not stop.
Angelang, the former demon, Laing, your enemy has been forced to retreat.
Essex, Bunker Hill, Shangri-La, return to your homeland. "
Time in the subspace was chaotic and disorderly. After an unknown amount of time, or perhaps just an instant, Tzeentch's message had reached Perverted.
In the Creation Valley, millions of Chaos Demons were madly slaughtering each other. A gigantic, beautiful, dangerous, wanton, and twisted creature that was hundreds of meters tall stood in the middle of the battlefield. 666 Perverted Banshees were dancing around him. In infinite pain and pleasure, the noble and frightening Dark Prince of Dual Nature was currently vexed by the unfavorable situation of the battle.
Perverted could not defeat the Khorne. This was the old situation. Because of this, Perverted had always been the smallest in the Realm of Chaos. However, he especially liked to provoke and launch attacks, and often lacked any reason or plan.
This was how people were addicted to eating.
Losing was not scary. For a pervert like Perverted, losing was also a very interesting experience. However, losing continuously was very scary. Losing numbness and excitement was a devastating blow to Perverted.
How could he win once?
At this time, Perverted received Tzeentch's message. The Prince of Darkness was first surprised, then immediately let out an ecstatic roar. His screams instantly swept across the battlefield, and tens of thousands of Khorne Demons were killed on the spot!
"Yes, yes, this is it! Ahh, such excitement, such passion, this is so good! So good! " Perverted screamed. He twisted his body with all his might, trembling in joy and the new stimulation. Then, he shuddered.
Got it!
A plan immediately formed. Perverted immediately called the Khorne.
An extremely angry roar came from the subspace. "Disgusting bug, disgusting slut!"
"Oh, don't be like this, my dear friend." Perverted's sweet voice came. "I have good news. I just received it from the Horned Rat God. My dear, I can't wait to share it with you!"
"What news? Horned Rat God? Can that stinking rat die now? "The Khorne roared." I'll chop off his rat head with my axe! Then I'll stuff his head into his ass! "
"Don't, brother." Perverted laughed. "He brought good news. The original bodies of Angran and Laing have been found! Didn't you always care about them? Listen to me, friend. There's no point in us fighting like this. Let's retreat. You do your thing, and I'll do mine. "
"What, impossible! Once the war starts, only one side will be standing, holding the other's head in their hands, and the ground covered in hot blood! "The Khorne immediately rejected this request.
"Listen, you idiot. The three Scourge Lords of the Horned Rat God used an ingenious ambush and a divine artifact to heavily injure Angran and Laing," Perverted said calmly. "They were both heavily injured. One had two arms cut off, and the other had a leg cut off. If we don't seize this opportunity now, when will we?"
"What?!" The Khorne confirmed. It seemed that this was indeed the case. "No! The glory of hunting the traitor Angran and Gray Knight Laing cannot be left to others! "
"Oh, that's right!" Perverted was overjoyed. "If we continue fighting, it will only benefit others. How about this? Let's retreat first and compete again in the future. You go and watch the Seed of Destruction kill the two original bodies, and I will go and settle the matter between me and Nurgle. How about that? How about this? Let the Skull Army retreat first. After I confirm, my demon army will also return to the arena and theater. "
The Khorne thought for a moment. The war with Perverted would be long, and it was unlikely that there would be an immediate outcome. Angran and Laing were heavily injured, and cutting off their heads was more important. The Blood God's hatred for Angran and Laing was greater than anything else. He said, "You retreat first, and I will let Kabanha retreat!"
"No, obviously Kabanha has to retreat first. Otherwise, how can I guarantee that madman won't suddenly attack again? Don't forget what Tzeentch did! "
"Really? Can you promise me that? "The Khorne remembered Scarbrand's betrayal.
"Yes, I promise to keep my promise!"
"Okay, then let's make a Skull Pact between us for now."
"Yes, that's good!" Perverted's voice was particularly relaxed. "Please let the Skull Army retreat."
The Khorne did not reply.
The call ended.
"Good! It's done! " Perverted immediately called his number one demon, Lucretius. "Get ready. When most of the Khorne's army retreats, immediately kill them! This time, I must let this idiot know my power! I will anal blast his ass! Oh, I'm so excited just thinking about it! I can't take it anymore! I can't take it anymore! "
"Praise the beauty of Perverted, praise the joy!"
"Praise the heart! Warning the heart! Praise the heart! "
… I'm warning the typical subspace scam dividing line …
The Khorne Graveyard was the largest concentration of ancient tombs in Brittany. Among the astonishing number of tombs, there was a deserted castle. This used to be the capital of the Khorne. Before Brittany was founded, there was an extremely tragic war here. Thousands of Khorne knights fought the final battle here against the Green Tribe that attacked Brittany, and all of them died here.
In the past few months, the Khorne Castle had been renovated. Laing gathered the Old Guard and Mu Xilon's Coldstream Guards here. At the same time, he gathered as many saints as possible.
When Laing approached the Khorne Castle on his griffin, Impris, he noticed that Angelo had also arrived on his hippogryph, Nukailia. At this time, the World Eater's original body did not have the usual cheerful smile on his face. He was very serious.
In the distance, in the mountains surrounded by clouds, the Khorne Castle stood there. The castle had been in disrepair for a long time. The Old Guard and Leng Xi's Guards were stationed not far away. The desolate stone buildings, complicated tombs, and forest terrain were the battlefield that Laing had carefully chosen.
"Brother, you're down?" Leon asked Anglo as he signaled for Empris to land on the ground.
"What the hell did you choose?" Angelo also signaled his hippogryph to land. He shouted, "You think fighting in the tombs can stop the Seed of Destruction?"
"Of course not," Laing said seriously, "but at least it can keep my people away from the aftermath of the battlefield."
"Ha." Angelo nodded in agreement. The World Eater's original body came down from the hippogryph. He observed the complicated mountain range of oracle bone runes, the dense forest, and the endless tombs nearby. "Laing, my brother, this may be the most difficult battle we will face. I have fought with the Seed of Destruction before. I can tell you that I am no match for it. I have no chance of winning at all."
"What if you count me in?" Laing's boots landed on the ground. He asked seriously.
"Even if you count me in, it won't be enough." Angelo touched his chin and threw his straw hat on the ground. He was a little sad but also a little calm. "If St. Giles can come, maybe we will have some chance. Of course, if Zhuang Sen can come, then the Khorne will lose his favorite Prince of Blood God."
"Brother St. Giles and Brother Zhuang Sen can't come," Laing said with a smile. "Otherwise, I wouldn't mind everyone fighting together."
"No, if they come, the Seed of Destruction won't come," Angelo said seriously. "Ryan, don't underestimate the Seed of Destruction. It's one of the few capable generals under Khorasan's command who knows how to strategize. It won't attack easily, nor will it allow itself to be surrounded. If three or four Original Bodies appear at the same time, the Seed of Destruction will only retreat temporarily and wait for the next opportunity."
"Yes." Laing nodded.
"You must have a plan, brother." Angelo sighed. "Damn it, the Seed of Destruction is not a blessing for you. It is immune to psionic and magical energy. Your power can barely do any damage to it. Even if your female court officials are willing to help, they can only rely on converting magical energy into physical damage to stop the Khorne."
Laing's shoulder and chest felt like mountains of oracle bone inscriptions. "I have a plan, of course. When it arrives, I will summon the Seed of Destruction near the castle. Then, we will fight it to the death. Other than that, we have other plans."
"That's good. Where is Devenhill?" Angelo asked. "We can die in battle, but he can't be harmed."
"He and the Twilight sisters have entered the Lady's divine kingdom." Laing nodded.
"Good. Then let us begin our preparations." Angelo slapped Ryan's shoulder and said, "Then, this is the time for us brothers to fight side by side and the moment of death."
"For the old world, for the universe, for the human Empire," Laing put his hand on Angelo's and smiled, "and for father."
"No, just for Devenhill." Angelo smiled as well. "And for Laing Macado!"
The preparations for the final battle began.
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