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Even though he thought that the Nur army had lost, Chuankuiro was still being cautious.
The Chief Gray Prophet had failed too many times, which was why it was more cautious and conservative than its previous bold and crazy battle plans. It knew very well that the Council of Thirteen would not allow it to suffer another major failure here.
This would cost him his life.
Even if the Skaven Ratmen's numbers and weapons had increased exponentially after the destruction of the Southern Kingdom, if Chuankuiro were to sacrifice all of the Skaven Ratmen's 260,000 troops here, the Council of Thirteen would not forgive him. Never.
That was why Chuankuiro was being cautious. He ordered the Dimension Stone Cannons and Plague Claw Catapults to bombard the Skaven Ratmen. After more than an hour of bombardment, the Nur army's cannons finally quieted down.
There's no problem. It seems that our Skaven Empire has won this war.
Chuankuiro looked at the dawn on the horizon. It was already five o 'clock in the morning. After a few hours of battle, the human army had finally lost.
They immediately changed their direction and headed straight for the Nur!
Chuankuiro's order was immediately given. About 180,000 Skaven Ratmen began to change their direction amidst the chaos and noise as they advanced towards the Nur.
At that moment, an Isin Clan assassin suddenly appeared under Chuankuiro's seat. The assassin was completely covered in black clothing, with only his eyes showing. He knelt down on one knee. "Chuankuiro San! Shimata! Something has appeared behind us! "
"Behind us?" Chuankuiro's eyes widened. "Behind where?"
"The South, our South, we've been attacked!"
"What? The South? "Chuankuiro was confused.
Wasn't the main force of the Nur army in the North?
"Impossible, impossible, this must be a trick of the Skaven Ratmen. Investigate again!" Chuankuiro refused to support the rear. He thought that there must be a trick. Was it a trick? The battle in the North had just ended. How did it suddenly appear in the South?
This must be a trick of the Skaven Ratmen!
That's right, this was indeed a trick of the Skaven Ratmen.
Frey Derick slowly nodded as he looked at the first glimmer of light in the sky. "Let's begin!"
The battle in the north was extremely intense. In the end, the Nur army 'retreated' and 'retreated'. This was indeed the victory of the Skaven Ratmen, but it was also Frey and Derick's plan. Because from the beginning, Frey and Derick did not intend to determine the victor in the north. From the beginning to the end, there were only 30,000 people in the north!
The remaining 40,000 soldiers were led by Nur's Chief Justice Theodore Bruckner, Nur's Armoured Nur Commander Jubal Fokke, and Nur's Wild Beast Saint Grand Magus, Bernt, to the south of the Skaven Ratmen's left flank!
After the successful retreat, Frey Derick left behind a small number of cannons to provide cover. He personally led 20,000 Nur troops to the south. At this moment, the Skaven Ratmen were still exchanging fire with the Nur cannons!
Eight steam-powered tanks emitted thick smoke. Black clothes and black armour, the Nur army surged with killing intent as they launched an assault on the Skaven Ratmen's southern flank.
At this moment, the Skaven Ratmen had changed their direction and were preparing to advance towards the Nur army in the north. The cannons on the left flank were completely exposed to the true assault of the Nur army.
The eight steam-powered tanks lined up in a row. In the middle of the steam-powered tanks was a large number of Nur troops. They shouted loudly as they advanced under the cover of the steam-powered tanks. The Nur's chief engineer, Maybach, and Frey Derick had researched for a long time had finally displayed the desired effect. With the steam-powered tanks leading the charge and the hundreds of cannons behind them firing, the Nur army advanced courageously!
The steam-powered tanks and cannons coordination was a training plan that Frey Derick had spent three years studying from his Uncle Forgan and Uncle Vulcan. He had also studied the power and might of the Nur steam-powered tanks time and time again before finally completing it.
Following behind the eight steam-powered tanks were two of the Nur's most elite legions, the 'Flower of the Empire' and the Armoured Nur. Behind them, the Nur's cannons were in a meeting to cover their advance.
Perhaps in the entire Empire, only the Nur's professional army had enough wealth, organisation, energy, and training.
"Boom! Boom boom boom! " The eight steam-powered tanks, under the lead of the Saviour, charged towards the back of the Skaven army while emitting thick smoke. Only the Storm Rats of the Skaven warlord, Quick Blade Quark, and a few slave rat legions were guarding this area. Seeing the Nur army charging towards him, Quick Blade Quark screamed and ordered the Storm Rats to get into formation. He then immediately sent out the Night Running Rats to seek reinforcements!
"Crush them!"
The rumbling of the steam-powered engines was accompanied by the sound of bones and armor shattering. The eight steam-powered tanks charged into the midst of the Storm Rats. The powerful rams and indestructible steel shields knocked away the halberds and machetes of the Storm Rats. The poor rats were swallowed by the steam-powered tanks and crushed into the bottom of the tanks. The only thing that could be seen was the countless corpses on the ground and the severely injured twitching on the ground. They formed a carpet of flesh and blood.
The steam cannons fired, sending the Storm Rats into the air one by one.
"Kill!" Nur's Chief Judge, Theodore Bruckner, rode on his beloved half-griffin mount and charged into the group of Storm Rats with a spear in hand. He pierced through three Storm Rats with a single strike and lifted them up like skewers of rat meat.
"Kill!" The Armoured Nur fired continuously under the cover of the tanks, killing the Storm Rats one by one. Even when the Storm Rats got close, the Iron Armored Soldiers, with their spears equipped with bayonets, pierced through the armor of the Storm Rats with a simple thrust.
"Kill!" The sacred beast-type archmage, Bernt, was riding a two-handed griffin. The sacred archmage laughed wildly as he chanted an incantation, summoning a series of crows. He even summoned a silver amber spear, which directly pierced through Quark and nailed him to the ground. Before the Skaven Warlord could even scream, a sharp longsword pierced through his neck from the back of his skull.
It was the Golden Sun Sword. Noelle, the incarnation of the Goddess of War, had made her move. Under the dawn sky, she raised the divine sword in her hand and held the Savior's griffin flag with one hand. "Soldiers, follow me!"
"Argh!"
In less than twenty minutes, half of the Skaven Nur's cannons and war machines were annihilated!
The Skaven Warlord, Quark, and his Storm Rats army, as well as more than ten thousand soldiers behind him, had collapsed!
The Nur army did not stop. Under the leadership of Frey Derick and the others, more than sixty thousand Nur soldiers had approached the central position of the Skaven Ratmen.
The Nur Baron, Frey Derick, rode on his warhorse and looked at the battlefield. He said to everyone, "This is the Skaven Ratmen's plan. They set up a long line to lure us to attack. If we attack like this, our sword will have to face three spears and machetes of the Skaven Ratmen and the crossfire of the cannons on both sides."
"The Skaven Ratmen are really cunning." The eldest son of Duke Wittelsbach, the young Tom Wittelsbach, said to Frey Derick. The young military noble had already realized the problem.
"Yes, but I didn't do what they wanted!" Frey Derick laughed. "We took a big detour and attacked the Skaven Ratmen from the back. First, we killed ten thousand of them and half of their cannons. I know the terrain too well. There can only be twenty thousand people here. Twenty thousand for us and twenty thousand for the Skaven Ratmen. This way, it will be a one on one battle! If we can't win, we don't deserve to be called Nur people! "
"Oh, oh, oh!" The Nur generals finally realized Frey Derick's plan.
"Shi Weilin!" Frey Derick began to arrange the formation. "Lead five thousand swordsmen to be the vanguard. Follow the steam tanks and advance!"
"Yes!"
"Carter, Tom, lead your cannons, crossbowmen, and musketeers to cover them!"
"Yes!"
"Nathan Drake, Theodore Bruckner!"
"Yes!"
"Lead your great swordsmen like lances and pierce the core of the Skaven Ratmen's formation!"
"Yes!"
"Sons of Nur, the flag of the savior is with you! Charlemagne is watching this battle. The millions of brave souls who have sacrificed for the Empire and the old world for the past three thousand years are watching you. It's time to make a name for yourselves! "Frey Derick unsheathed his sword. The baron roared," Charge! "
At this moment, everyone seemed to see the shadow of Wang Laing in Frey Derick.
So this is the son of Laing?
The Nur are coming! The Nur are coming from behind us!
When the defeated Archmage Skrypotter rushed to Kuiro's side with dozens of arrows stuck in his back, the latter was still alert for an ambush and told him that the Nur were coming from behind, Kuiro's expression was one of wonder.
The Ratmen had been tricked!
"Quick, quick, quick, quick!" In a moment of desperation, Cuero's mouth was full of screws, and he couldn't say a word for a long time. All the Skaven Ratmen looked at their leader, and Cuero finally calmed himself down and shouted, "Go back, go back and support, our …"
Kuiro was about to shout that the armory, gunpowder, and dimensional stone storage were all in the middle of the army, but the explosion not far away said it all.
A warehouse full of war machines, dimensional stone weapons, and thirteen Wheels of Destruction were gone just like that?
"Go, go back!" Kuiro did not hesitate and immediately ordered the army to turn around.
If the rear and middle of the army collapsed, this battle would be lost.
He would be beheaded by the Council of Thirteen, just like how Tritas Coward was beheaded!
When Kuiro arrived at the battlefield, the situation in the middle of the Skaven army was already beyond repair. The Skaven Ratmen in Masselhoff were putting up their last and most desperate resistance. Two of the eight steam tanks had already broken down and fallen to the side, billowing black smoke. However, the remaining six steam tanks were still firing wildly. The ground in their path was paved with crushed Skaven Ratmen's flesh and blood. Under the assault of Theodore Bruckner's Great Swordsmen and Nathan Drake's Blackstone Guards' two-handed swords, the Ratmen were cut in half as if they were chives.
"Boom!" A steam cannon blasted the surface of the Pit Abomination, tearing a large chunk of flesh from its body. The Pit Abomination was not to be outdone. Its Lightning Cannon blasted the surface of the steam tank. Lightning flowed along the deck of the steam tank, causing the beards and hair of the operators in the tank to stand up.
"Guards of the Council of Thirteen, charge! Charge! " By the time Kweilo arrived at the battlefield, he realized that the situation had taken a turn for the worse. The main army of the Skaven Ratmen was showing signs of defeat. At the same time, the slave rats and clan rats seemed to be having problems. They were all clutching their bloated stomachs and squeaking non-stop.
It turned out that after a few hours of battle, although the rats were still full after eating the biscuits, they started to feel thirsty. Their mouths were very dry, and since the Wesson River was right next to them, the slave rats and the clan rats did not hesitate and immediately started to drink large amounts of water.
However, once they drank the water, their stomachs would swell until they were round and round. The Ratmen suddenly felt extreme pain and the urge to excrete. However, they could not do so and could only roll on the ground in pain.
Alissanda's special rodent poison took effect. Almost all of the slave rats and clan rats lost their ability to fight. Their stomachs continued to swell and they could not exert any strength. They could only lie there and wait for death.
Just like that, more and more Ratmen fell. Ten thousand, twenty thousand, fifty thousand, eighty thousand. When Kuiro arrived at the center of the army, there were only fifty thousand Skaven soldiers left. Most of them were Ratmen who had not eaten the so-called 'biscuits'. They were the only ones who could still fight.
Kyudro did not dare to hesitate any longer. He immediately ordered his personal guards, the thirteen Council Storm Rats, to join the battle. These elite troops were finally on par with Captain Nathan Drake's Blackstone Guards. On the battlefield, tens of thousands of people and tens of thousands of Skaven Ratmen were squeezed together. No one could spread out their troops, so they could only face each other head-on.
Under such circumstances, there was no way the Skaven Ratmen could win against the humans!
The Great Prophet, Grayclaw, was forced to take action himself. He raised his hand and summoned dozens of Dimensional Stone Lightning, blasting an entire company of Musketeers into smithereens. He then summoned a Scorch Flame. Green flames leaped out from the ground and exploded in the formation of Tyrell's super-long spears. All of the Tyrell's heavy-armored spearmen within fifteen meters were engulfed by the Dimensional Stone Flame.
The Flesh-Eating Rat Demon Skeletal Hand rushed into Nuer's army in a barbaric manner. Roars were constantly emitted from its huge mouth that was overflowing with saliva. This muscular monster raised all the weapons on its body, and its flamethrowers were ready to spray out dimensional flames. Standing on Skeletal Hand's head, Kuiro realized his pet's thoughts: to save the war that was already in danger!
"Kill! Kill! Kill! "
Group after group of Nur soldiers shouted their battle cry and rushed to fill the frontline. Under the banner of the Savior, their courage knew no bounds!
The banner of the Savior was here, Baron Frey Derick was here, and the avatar of the Goddess of War, Noel was here!
Steel, gunpowder, and faith. As the steam tanks continued to fire, the Hellstorm rapid-fire cannons rotated back and forth. The mortar shells rose into the sky. The Nur wizards on the battlefield shot out colorful magic beams. The Nur soldiers in black uniforms and black armor marched into the battlefield one after another. The humans swore to give the final victory to their Countess and Baron. They would bring destruction to the rats and victory to the Nur.
"Kill! Kill! Kill! "
Chuan Kuiro took a bite out of the Dimension Stone, allowing the mana to fill his body.
He chanted a forbidden spell loudly, calling out one of the thirteen names of the Horned Rat and praying to the Rat God.
The Horned Rat responded generously to Kuiro, proving that the Gray Prophet was a rat blessed by the Horned Rat God.
The Gray Prophet felt the violent magic power like a whip. The magic wind felt like countless black tendrils to him. The Gray Prophet controlled this power to shatter reality and blessed the Ratfolk nearby with great power.
With the successful release of this magic, the Ratfolk instantly gained an incomparable amount of power. They were all immersed in the fury of battle. Some of the more fanatical ones even began to kill each other. This was the true state of the Ratfolk.
"Kill! Kill! Kill! " Tens of thousands of people collided with each other with no regard for their own safety. Noor slashed open the armor of the Storm Rats, the spears of the Clan Rats pierced through the breastplates of the Halberd Soldiers, the flames of the Dimension Stones engulfed the soldiers of the province with swords and shields, and the Burning Sun Knights slashed open the shields with the triangular sacred emblem. The impact of the Dimension Stones drilled into the surface of the steam tanks, and the entire battlefield began to become white-hot!
Both sides had used up their last bit of strength. At this moment, in the wilderness of Borny, next to the ruins of the town called Moselhof, the Nur Army and the Skaven Ratfolk were engaged in a battle of will and courage. If either side retreated or could not hold on, they would suffer a devastating defeat.
At this moment, the sky was starting to brighten. It was already ten in the morning.
At this moment, everyone on the battlefield heard the sound of the army marching from the northwest. Both the Skaven Ratfolk and the Nur Army couldn't help but nervously and expectantly look towards the northwest.
Who is it?
As the earth cracked and the black flag with a golden lion on a black background slowly appeared on the horizon, the Nur people on the battlefield burst into the loudest and most enthusiastic cheers!
The Land Cruiser, Lady Emmanuel, was the first to appear on the horizon. Beside it was a Land Cruiser. After the battle of Tarim Khan, the Land Cruiser left behind by the Nur Army stepped onto the battlefield once again.
The two Land Cruisers were filled with soldiers. They were dressed in red shirts with golden edges and held the flag of the Alchemy Academy. This was the elite army of Great Alchemist Galt, the Red Shirt Army!
And in front of them, there were a total of seven steam tanks that were slowly moving toward the battlefield.
Great Alchemist Galt was standing at the bow of the Land Cruiser Lady Emmanuel. He was gazing at the battlefield above Borny and seemed to be thinking about something.
This is bad! Seeing this scene, Gray Prophet's already pale face turned even paler.
There's no other way!
Supreme Scourge Lord Skorch Wilminkin, Great Screamer of Slaughter, I need your strength!
A green plague storm appeared out of thin air, accompanied by lightning and thunder.
Filthy raindrops fell from the sky and landed on the bodies of the humans, quickly corroding their flesh and bones.
The bodies of the Nur soldiers seemed to be necrotic as they fell off with the rain until their bones were exposed to the air.
As for the children of the Horned Rats, the rain was a baptism of filth and impurity. As they bathed in the rain, they found that their wounds were miraculously healed and their bodies were filled with strength again.
The Supreme Scourge Lord Skorch appeared. Its twisted and restless eyes immediately stared at the beast-type Grand Wizard Boente who was casting spells on the Gryphon.
The Blade of Misfortune — a heavy halberd embedded with many dimensional stones instantly appeared in Skorch's hand. Its figure flashed, and green light flowed. Before Boente could turn around to cast a spell or attempt to transform into a manticore, the Blade of Misfortune had instantly sliced the great sorcerer in half. The tip of the halberd pierced through the heart of the two-headed griffin. The supreme Scourge Lord twisted his wrist easily, and the griffin's two heads were separated from its body.
The Nur Sanctum Grand Wizard Boente, who rose to power less than five years ago, had died in battle.
A beast-type Grand Wizard of the Sanctum was killed in a single strike? While the Nur people were still in shock, Skorch's gaze had already landed on Frey Derick who was holding the flag of the Savior. It lowered its body slightly and turned into a green stream of light, heading straight for Frey Derick.
Wherever it passed, the hundreds of human soldiers along the way were instantly cut into pieces along with their armor, clothes, and weapons.
"Tsk tsk tsk, the son of the Sun King? You're destined to die here. "
"The descendants of the Horned Rats must die!"
In the blink of an eye, the Blade of Misfortune had already appeared in front of Frey Derick.
"Die!"
* Pa! * The Star Sword that had followed Frey Derick for many years was shattered in a single strike, turning into a rain of light that filled the sky.
Frey Derick could not even block a single strike from the Supreme Scourge Lord.
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