In the boundless divine kingdom of the forest, a True God with giant antlers on his head, wearing an animal skin cloak, and holding a bow and a spear was hunting in his divine kingdom. His body moved in the giant forest that was hundreds of meters high, carefully looking for his prey.
He was fearless of the horrors that were as dense as the stars in the sky outside his divine kingdom. He was disdainful of the terrible echoes in the subspace and the minions of the Hound God, the Eagle God, the Crow God, and the Snake God. He only wanted to enjoy his hunt and capture his prey. His divine body was taller than any human god, and his crown was more magnificent and magnificent than any human god. His power and knowledge were much more powerful and ancient than his young ally Charlemagne, and his power and age were older than his brother Yuric, the Winter God of the Empire.
He was not like the God of Death, Moore, who always liked to hide behind the scenes. He was not like the Goddess of Justice, Valentina, who liked to measure the value of everything with scales. He was not like the Goddess of Mercy, Shalia, who shed tears for the pain and suffering of mortals. He was also not like the Goddess of War, Mirmidia, who advocated to defeat the enemy through profound knowledge and exquisite tactics.
He was Tarr, the God of Nature, the God of Human God System, and the object of worship of all druids and a large number of human believers.
At this moment, Tarr was hunting. The God of Human God certainly knew what was happening in the mortal world, but Tarr was indifferent to the life and death of mortals. First of all, this was not the scope of his priesthood. Charlemagne, Yuric, Valentina, Mirmidia, and even the missing Shalia were regarded as gods who should solve problems.
Secondly, Tarr had always adhered to the guiding ideology of "natural selection and survival of the fittest". For the God of Nature, the survival of the countless animals, plants, and even humans in the mortal world should be decided by themselves. The suitable and strong ones should stay, and the unsuitable and weak ones should be eliminated. This was very reasonable and in line with the law of nature. Tarr had always believed that there was no need for him to intervene. Let the gods return to the gods, and the mortals return to the mortals! After the chaos, the weak would be eliminated, and the strong would once again prosper in their land.
Therefore, Tarr fought against the Four Gods of Chaos in the first divine war of the invasion of Chaos, until the resurrected Asuryan flew down from his Phoenix King and attacked the Four Gods of Chaos, forcing the Four Gods of Chaos to retreat. After that, the human King of Gods rarely participated in the disputes of the mortal world. He rarely showed his holiness, except when the grassroot marshal Bertrand of Brittany was oppressed by a group of Knights of Grail. Tarr would only show his holiness when the Beasts of Chaos were wreaking havoc in the forest and hunting on a large scale. Any believer of Tarr must offer a part of the hunt to the Lord of Nature. For example, after Bertrand hunted a deer, he must offer the heart or a foreleg of the deer to Tarr.
So Tal continued to hunt with a clear conscience and waited for Charlemagne, Yuric, and Mirmedia to strike. He had never liked humans that much. In his opinion, he had given humans a lot, but humans had repaid him with war, infighting, destroying nature, and turning to Chaos.
But today seemed to be different.
Just as Grote and his brothers opened the clay pot and spread the plague of Nurgle to the old world, Tarr also found that a giant plague storm had descended in his divine kingdom. The howling hurricane had dyed the bright spring sky a withered yellow and sickly pale. The forest that had been drenched by the storm began to wither, decay, and mutate on a large scale. The trees were sick and twisted into strange tendrils.
Tarr was soon enraged by the sight. He slightly confirmed the center of the storm, and the human King of Gods was surprised to find that the barrier of his divine kingdom had begun to break. The Lord of Nature was as angry as when he returned home from hunting and found that the lock of his house had been broken. He did not care about the fate of humans, but he saw the world's nature as a part of himself. Nothing could arouse his anger more than the decay of the simple Heaven of Nature.
The Lord of Nature rushed through the forest and the stream. His every step made the earth tremble. Soon, Tarr found a giant fat otaku with a puffy body and a stench appearing in the center of his divine kingdom. His big mouth that stretched to his ears was full of laughter, and billions of Nurgle spirits were singing around him.
"Nurgle fruit on the Nurgle tree, you and I under the Nurgle tree, playing games in front of Father Nurgle, much joy and much joy!"
"Get out from under my sky, you fat otaku!" Tarr immediately recognized the speed in front of him. He roared, and the antler crown on his head burst out with thousands of lightning bolts, blasting towards the fat otaku from all directions from an angle that was absolutely impossible to defend. "I will let you taste failure again, you impostor."
"I, am, the, real, God of Nature. You, are, the, impostor." A thunderous reply came from afar. The fat otaku chuckled and allowed the lightning to strike his body. The attack of this level only made a little black smoke rise from the surface of his body. The fat otaku felt Tarr's power and laughed wildly. "Oh, isn't this the human, King of Gods? Haven't seen you for thousands of years, why, have you become so shitty? "
"Ghost (gun)!" Tarr roared. He immediately drew the bow and arrow. The violent, barbaric, and primitive power of the Lord of Nature gathered.
"This is, the subspace! The one who should get out is you, right? "The fat otaku, also known as Nurgle, mocked.
“？？？” The numbness and pain that came from his body distracted Tarr. The Lord of Nature suddenly realized that the wriggling poisonous vines, thick moss, mutated spots, and large pimples were spreading all over his body. They had extended from his feet to his calves.
"No, this is impossible. I am the human King of Gods. You can't do this. I order you to stop, stop immediately!" Tarr reprimanded sternly. The Lord of Nature immediately ignited his own divine fire, trying to burn away the filth that was entangling him. He stretched out his hand and scratched his body, trying to get rid of this disease.
"Kukukuku ~" Nurgle let out a low, rumbling laugh. It was as if a storm was coming, resounding throughout the world. The loving father chanted a spell, and a chaotic rune named "Legend of Boren" blasted onto the body of the Lord of Nature.
It could no longer be ignited.
Tarr's divine fire was extinguished at an extremely fast speed. His body began to be covered by poisonous vines, moss, and black warts.
The invincible human King of Gods fell.
… I am the section divider of the invincible Tarr's fall …
Bad news came one after another to the Brittany court.
In the face of the overwhelming plague and Nurgle's fungus blanket, Marshal Kalad tried everything he could but to no avail. He and Zhu Kefu were forced to abandon the border castle after losing more than 600 men. They were chased by the living plague and the spreading rotten forest for nearly 100 kilometers. After a few days, almost all the Brittany army felt despair at the scene before them.
If it was not for the fact that after retreating 100 kilometers, the living plague finally stopped in front of a statue of a goddess in a lake at the edge of the Kurona Plains, Kalad even suspected that the 10,000 men under his command would have lost the courage to fight against Chaos.
"Thank you, my lady!" Kalad led the knights and soldiers to kneel in front of the statue of the goddess in the lake. This statue was now glowing with a dazzling light, burning the approaching poisonous vines and saving the retreating Brittany army.
Everyone was still in shock.
"My marshal?" Zhu Kefu and Chaos had been at war for 10 years. He recovered faster than others, but he was also shocked speechless by the scene before him. He could not believe that they were defeated by Chaos just like that. Chaos did not even send out a single soldier.
"We have to figure out what is going on. What is going on with this world?" Kalad looked at the letter for help from Fort Marlin and the messenger who was still at a loss and anxious. He made a decision. "In the current situation where the enemy is unknown, it is better to retreat for the time being. Leave a small number of soldiers to guard the statue and build a new stronghold. We will immediately go to the Fontainebleau Palace and report the news here to His Majesty!"
"Just like that, without doing anything, we give up this 100 kilometers of land to Chaos?" Zhu Kefu was obviously unwilling to accept this result.
"Don't fight an unprepared war and don't take unnecessary risks." Kalad looked at the army behind him and said in a deep voice, "The soldiers have families and children. We can't let their blood flow in vain!"
"… Yes."
Kalad and Zhu Kefu rode on fast horses and prepared to go to Colona to report the matter to Regent Laun, and then to Laing and Suria in the Fontainebleau Palace.
The bad news came one after another.
One of the four independent free cities of the Empire, Tara Beheim, known as the Eye of the Forest, had fallen.
As a legendary city in the history of the Empire, it could even be said to be one of the earliest places of origin of the human barbarian tribes after the fall of the Wizard Empire. Tara Beheim was famous all over the world for its unique geographical conditions. The city was located in a huge naturally formed volcanic crater in the center of the forest. The crater around the crater was far higher than the surrounding forest trees. The locals built walls and fortresses on it, making it an impenetrable fortification.
Inside the crater, it was another world. There was flat and fertile land and a river group formed by a giant lake. People farmed here and in the surrounding areas outside the city and had a good harvest.
If one wanted to enter the crater of Tara Beheim and attack this great city, one must first take down a city in the northwest of the crater — Tara Garde. This city guarded the only passage — the Wizard's Path. Historically, there was only one passage to enter the crater. Now Tara Garde was closed, forbidden to enter, and even magically sealed to resist the external forces in the forest.
In the midst of the raging storm of disorder, the people of Tara Beheim were very satisfied with their small survival.
In fact, the army of Tara Garde was unable to fight against the most violent and dangerous of the three Nurgle armies — the three brothers of the Maggot Knights. Most of the army of Tara Beheim had been transferred to the northern front line. Most of the remaining troops were the provincial army and a small number of noble private armies.
However, the three brothers of the Maggot Knights could not break through the Empire's defenses. Because there seemed to be a unique force protecting the city. The Nurgle demons, the Warriors of Chaos, and the Northmen suffered heavy casualties during the attack. Less than 30,000 of the 60,000 people were defeated and retreated back to the Great Forest of Tara Beheim.
The King of Maggots, Ogehotes — Demon Vomit, feared the wrath and punishment of their compassionate father. When they attempted to reorganize their army after their failure, they received an unexpected reinforcement. The Nurgle Clerk, Epidemius, led ten legions of more than 20,000 people, including nearly 10000 Nurgle Demons that were summoned to join their ranks.
Before they set off, the clay pot that carried one of the deadly plagues was thrown into the fire. The yellow-green gas formed a giant thunderstorm in the sky of Tara Beheim. The rainstorm and flood carrying the deadly plague fell on Tara Beheim, and the great city was drowned by the plague water.
It was also at this moment that the Lord of Nature, Tara, fell in front of the Nurgle army. The mysterious force guarding Tara Beheim disappeared, and the Army of Chaos could finally move unhindered.
The Empire's general, Commander of the City Defense of Tara Beheim, Raybon Grice led ten legions of the Empire (one regiment of 1000 people) and 23 companies (one company of 120-150 people) for a final resistance. The defenders once relied on the prototype steam tank, the Milagliano, exclusive to Tara Beheim to repel countless attacks by the Nurgle army.
The three brothers of the Maggot Knights and the Nurgle clerk were also helpless against the power of the prototype steam tank. They took turns to attack but were defeated one after another. The Army of Chaos was once forced to the edge of retreat.
But there was a limit to the power of the steam tank.
After a long battle, the steam engine of the Milagliano began to approach the limit of overload, and the excessive temperature made the steam boiler very unstable.
This gave the Nurgle army an opportunity. Under the command of the Nurgle clerk, a Nurgle spirit seized the opportunity and stuffed its fat head into the barrel of the steam cannon.
With the next shot of the steam cannon, the body of the Milagliano and its power boiler turned into pieces in a thunderous explosion. This explosion destroyed a nearby street and an entire Nurgle army, but at the same time, it also killed the Empire army that was relying on the power of the steam tank to make a final resistance. The commander of the city defense was pierced by a piece of broken iron and embedded in his throat, dying on the spot.
With the fall of the city defense officer, the garrison of Tara Beheim finally collapsed. They joined the ranks of the refugees and fled west to Brunswick.
The destruction of another city made the Empire's court like ants on a hot pan. As usual, the remaining bureaucrats did their best to block the news that Marlinburg and Tara Beheim had fallen. They told the civilians that this was a 'fake news', that the invasion of Chaos could be prevented and controlled, and that there was no need to be nervous. Charlemagne would protect the Empire.
At this time, there was finally good news.
The messenger of the Empire found the trusted Royal Chief Grand Wizard of the Empire, Gregg Matak, in the forest near Rickwald.
The new Royal Chief Grand Wizard was shocked by the current situation of the Empire. After receiving the news from the messenger, Matak got a perfect surprise. Not only was he appointed as the Royal Chief Grand Wizard, but the Empire also announced that Matak would be given a considerable degree of power. He would have the right to decide and approve everything in the Empire, and use all the resources that the Empire could still use. After the disappearance of the Empire and Marshal Rick, the Royal Chief Grand Wizard was the only saving grace of the Empire.
This was indeed an unparalleled surprise. If it was any other time, Matak would have gladly accepted it, because no grand wizard could refuse the position and glory of being the chief grand wizard of the royal family, as well as the power to allocate countless resources throughout the empire.
But the situation was different now. Matak knew very well how difficult the challenge he would face if he went back at this time, and how terrifying the situation was.
But Matak still accepted it.
When a building was about to collapse, a single log could not hold it up.
Gregg Matak was willing to be the log.
Because this was his country, where everything he cherished and cared about was here.
In order to prevent his greasy, dirty robe that was covered in dust, mud, feces, and oil stains from showing up in the noble court of the Imperium, Matak resisted the discomfort and put on a glamorous robe that was almost new. In his discomfort, he slightly trimmed his messy beard that was mixed with all kinds of grease, meat, twigs, and fleas. He even tried to take a bath so that he would not smell so stinky.
After a little cleaning, Matak followed the messenger and hurried to Brunswick.
Heaviness, joy, nervousness, and hesitation did not accompany the new Royal Chief Grand Wizard for too long. In the suburbs of Brunswick, he did not see the familiar patrolling troops or sturdy fortifications of Brunswick. Instead, he saw fifty thousand black-clad, black-armored, and murderous auras. They were holding the banner of "Serve the Heavens and Punish Disasters" and the banner of the Nur Black Scale Golden Lion. These soldiers were shouting the names and slogans of Frey Derick and Emmanuelle as they marched forward proudly.
It was the Nur Army. The Nur Army even had an organized army!
This was Matak's first reaction.
There was still hope!
The Nur Army was holding the banner of "Serve the Heavens and Punish Disasters". Why did they bring so many field troops to the capital? Did they not know that the field troops of the provinces were not allowed to enter the capital without the emperor's edict?
This was Matak's second reaction.
They … did not come with good intentions!
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