The city of Bogenhafen stood alone in the Nurgle Forest.
Poisonous vines were everywhere in the city, hooking onto the buildings, binding the city walls, and taking root on the ground. There were many melted and sewn together meatballs that looked vaguely like humans. Many of the meatballs were still humanoid, but some of the meatballs were multiple people melted together, and it was hard to tell them apart.
After the knights entered the city, they were shocked by the scene in front of them, followed by disgust and discomfort. Morgiana, the Witch of the Lake, immediately ordered the Grail Knights to take out the blessed salt, and the Lake Prophets took out the torches smeared with "holy oil" from the remains of the Grail to disinfect the city and clean up the corruption.
At the same time, the Five Rogues of the Apocalypse, who had saved Helmgard, Bogenhafen, and Ubetherik many times, were nervously waiting for Laing's audience. Although this group of people had heard of the name of Wang Laing Macado many times, it was the first time they had received an audience with him.
"So, our plan succeeded? The heroic brothers on the other side of the mountain really brought an army to save the Empire. Wow, how many? I think there are about 100,000 people? "Marcus Kluber exclaimed.
"The Brittany are old allies of Aisley." Ranger Kerilian checked her equipment. "I just didn't expect Aralos to come too."
"This is good news. In this dark age, we should seek any possible help, whether it's the heroic brothers on the other side of the mountain, the dwarves, the elves, or anything else. As long as it can help, it's fine." Viktor Saltspire muttered. "I've always thought that the church is too conservative in this regard."
"The son of the famous King of Eight Peaks, Belegar, is serving under the Sun King." Dwarf Ranger Bardeen Garricks was thinking about other things. He recalled. "Eight Peaks is probably a battle where very few dwarf kings really took back their homeland. It is said that the Sun King and Belegar, the King of Eight Peaks, are brothers all day long. Otherwise, there is no reason for the Sun King to take care of his only heir."
"Oh, Bardeen, don't think I don't know," Kerilian mocked. "Short Legs, that Hammer's surname is about five levels higher than yours, isn't it?"
"So what?" the dwarf said impatiently. "You don't understand."
"Ah, fire, fire!" Light Fire Witch Sienna shook her head quickly. "I've met Chairwoman Veronica before. We're from the same batch. I'm already like this."
Sienna's face was filled with wrinkles. She already looked like an old woman in her forties. It was hard to imagine that she was a witch from the same generation as Veronica. Veronica now looked like a 20-year-old, had the charm of a 30-year-old, and the temperament of a 40-year-old.
Sienna, on the other hand, liked to abuse magic. Her face was already wrinkled like an old leather coat. This was also the drawback of Tegris's cultivation method. It was fast and could be put to good use very quickly. However, after being bound by the Wind of Magic, one would be seriously affected and one's body would change irreversibly.
Before they could chat more, Boss Franz Lona called, "They're here!"
Two teams of Old Guard came in, followed by three Gray Knight veterans. Sun Wang Laing strode in. "Five heroes who saved Helmgath. It's an honor to meet you here."
The Five Roaches quickly bowed to Laing. At the same time, they couldn't help but stare at Laing.
"What are you looking at? I, Laing, am just like you. I only have one nose, one mouth, two eyes, and two ears," Laing said, chuckling. "If you have something to say, just say it."
Clayon's amiable and approachable appearance made the Five Unyielding Experts relax a little, and then they told Clayon the terrifying truth.
It turned out that the root of Bogenhafen's problem was a Chaos Rune Sword — Plague Reaper. The good news was that Father Klausman, the person in charge of Bogenhafen's Warhammer Sanctum, had locked it up. However, the bad news was that the sanctum had already been destroyed. Father Klausman had also turned into a pile of twisted flesh. Right now, everyone was holding onto the Chaos Rune Sword. It was almost indestructible.
The seal that sealed the sanctum had already been broken. Nurgle's vines reached inside the seal. The Chaos Rune Sword was about to be freed.
"I see. I understand." Laing didn't say much more. Under the guidance of the Five Roaches, he came to the seal of Bogenhafen's Warhammer Sanctum. Laing raised his hand and a psionic lightning blasted the seal open.
On the wall in the distance, the Chaos Rune Sword, Plague Reaper, was sealed here. The wall was already covered with poisonous vines. Two poisonous vines touched the blade of the Chaos Rune Sword. Laing didn't hesitate. He immediately stretched out his hand, and in the midst of everyone's screams, he pressed his hands on the surface of the blade and twisted it with all his strength.
"Crack ~"
There was a crisp sound.
Everyone's eyeballs shattered.
They saw that the Chaos Rune Sword that the Empire had used all its moves to no avail was broken.
The Chaos Rune Sword was broken.
The Rune Sword was broken.
The sword was broken.
Broken.
Broken.
Laing directly used his incomparably domineering demigod strength, the combat power of the second echelon in the original body, and exerted the pure purification psionic power to the limit. He directly broke the Chaos Rune Sword that symbolized the power of Nurgle!
Crack ~
The broken Rune Sword emitted yellow-green smoke from the fracture, and black blood kept flowing out of the gap of the unknown material as if it was injured.
Come to your loving father, mortal ~ come to daddy.
Daddy will grant you endless … eternal love.
Come to daddy …
"Your Majesty, what is this?" Brittany Marshal Raymond covered his head and said in pain.
"Go!" Upon seeing this, Laing immediately pulled out the artifact My Lord is here. The long spear pierced the ground, and the silver iris flower flag pierced the ground covered in black blood with the tip of the spear. Psionic power began to surge like a dam bursting.
Nurgle's voice wavered and began to retract, and a thin hissing sound broke out in the air.
Laing frowned. His psionic power continued to rise, and it boiled on the ground regardless of the laws of nature. The purifying turbulence of the clear spring washed through the surface of the cracked rock body, creating white mist and then crashing into the ground, and finally filling the entire Sanctum.
The roaring torrent that could not be contained gushed out. The boulders were pried open, and the rolling psionic storm drowned the Warhammer Sanctum. The inside was decayed and condensed by the plague, and the poisonous moss entrenched in the librarian and the pillar began to smoke. They succumbed to Laing's psionic power. The silver flame ignited the vines of Nurgle, and large clouds of smoke leaped into the sky. Under Laing's will, the Gray Knight's original body burned the filthy forest like a strong acid pouring out. A stench of burnt rotten meat wafted out, and the smell was pungent and pungent.
"Ahhhhh!" Nurgle, who was making a special thick soup in Nurgle's garden, only felt a pain on his back. The fat figure that was hundreds of meters tall twitched and screamed. Grandpa Fatty's every movement made thousands of maggots and tens of thousands of Nurgle spirits tremble together.
Nurgle was really angry this time, and Grandpa Fatty roared angrily, "Laing, it's, it's you again! You, snatched, my, bride, and destroyed, my, weapon, I don't have, you, unfilial, son! "
"You, wait, wait, wait, wait for me to cook this pot of soup!"
"I'm going to, spank, your, ass myself!"
"Just you wait!!!"
The echoes of the loving father resounded in the subspace, back and forth, and did not calm down for a long time.
… I'm a sister, I have your juice section line …
After dealing with all the external matters, Laing ordered the Brittany Crusade Army to prepare to rest in Bogenhafen for five days. This was not because he did not want to rush to support Brunswick immediately, but because he had to wait for the logistics transport team to arrive. Looking at the current state of the Empire, it was obviously unlikely that they could provide enough logistics for Brittany.
Without logistics, forcing the army to rush there was simply courting death. Laing ordered to wait for the logistics to arrive and then prepare to rush to Brunswick's aid in one go.
The Five Unyielding Experts were shocked speechless, and Laing did not pay much attention to them. He first arranged for François and Laing to be in charge of setting up camp and coordinating matters, then ordered Marshal Armanrick to be in charge of cleaning up the deep pit in Bogenhafen, Marshal Raymond to be in charge of checking the sentries, and ordered Kalad to be in charge of cleaning up the area near Helmgat. After everything was arranged, Laing returned to his golden tent.
All the furnishings in the golden tent had been arranged, and the ground was covered with a thick carpet. Laing reached out to open the tent, and a strange smell of smoke suddenly came from the room.
Taking a closer look, it turned out that the Sorceress of the Sorceress Assembly, Veronica, was sitting opposite the female Tsar Katarina. There were some snacks on the table, including smoked meat, smoked fish, and a bright red, bright red, imported from Forgen in the Luscia Isthmus.
"Laing, you're back." Veronica saw Laing appear, and the sweet almond-shaped eyes of the Sorceress glowed.
"What are you doing?" Veronica was wearing a sparkling and translucent gravel silk evening dress, and under the dress was a pair of thin black silk stockings with glossy straps that Laing liked, and a pair of black pointed high heels. The lace stockings just happened to be exposed at the opening of the dress, infinitely tempting.
"We're tasting the snacks popular in the Veronica Assembly." The female Tsar Katarina's expression was not good, but it was not directed at Laing or Veronica. She breathed in small mouthfuls, and there was a cup of iced goat milk next to her. She held a small piece of smoked beef with her white teeth, and tore the shredded meat on it with her white teeth, "It's just, a little … spicy! Ah, I can't quite accept it, but just barely. "
"Spicy? You said this thing is spicy? It can't be, right? " Veronica was puzzled. The Sorceress picked up a small piece of smoked meat, took a bite, and chewed twice. The Sorceress's sweet almond-shaped eyes were full of confusion, "Isn't this sweet?"
"Sweet? Are you kidding? It's obviously spicy. "Katarina emphasized.
"It's obviously sweet." Veronica put down the smoked meat, "Dear, do you want to try it too?"
"Another one?" Laing did not eat, but took out a small dried fish from the second cloth bag, and motioned to Katarina to try it.
"Ah! This is even spicier! " Katarina stuck her tongue out, and the Sorceress Tsar quickly grabbed the goat's milk beside her and took a sip, "Wow, do you Brittany usually eat such spicy food? It's so spicy! "
"Is this thing spicy?" Veronica took a small dried fish and put it in her mouth, and after chewing twice, she was even more confused, "Are you kidding me? My Majesty Katarina, isn't this sweet? It's fresh and sweet, and there's no spiciness at all. "
"Impossible!" Katarina was anxious. The Sorceress Tsar grabbed a large red pepper on the table, "You want to try it?"
"You first." Of course, Veronica would not let that happen.
"Okay, I'll try … Ah … Ha … Ha … Ha …" Katarina had just taken a bite, and her facial features were tangled up from the spiciness. It was so spicy that she stood up, and then reluctantly sat down, feeling that it was rude.
"Is it very spicy?" Veronica took the pepper and took two bites, "Isn't it sweet?"
After that, Veronica ate the whole pepper in a few bites, and the Sorceress did not feel any pressure, "It's sweet, not spicy at all. It's fresh and sweet."
"I, I'm not talking to you!" Katarina was flustered and exasperated, and the Sorceress Tsar panted for a long time before she said angrily, "Also, you're not allowed to laugh!"
Laing was already convulsing with laughter, where did the Sorceress get the courage to compete with the Sorceress, a Fire Sorceress? Don't you know that the Fire Sorceress' sense of pain is not very sensitive because she has been riding the Wind of Akasha for a long time, so most of them can eat spicy food?
Veronica put her hands on her hips, extremely proud of herself.
Stupid bitch, you dare to compete with me?
Katarina, on the other hand, was furious. She glared at Laing as if she was blaming him.
Calculating the time, these two days were the most suitable days, and it would be easier for her to get pregnant. Katarin had specially drank the potion and waited for Clayon to come to her. However, Clayon was busy with military affairs, and even if he was free, he would be with Sulia, Veronica, or Morgiana. He did not look for her, and Katarin was also trapped without Aurora and Theresa to cover for her. It would be too cheap for her to invite Clayon personally. She could only find an excuse to ask about the military plan to look for Clayon.
Of course, Veronica saw that the Sorceress had set a little trap for Katarina, and she made a fool of herself.
"That's enough, Veronica. Her Majesty Katarina is here as a guest, so don't tease her too much." At this moment, Suria's voice came from the inner room. Knight King smiled at Katarina, but her tone was full of unquestionable determination, and there was also a hint of something else.
Knight King's long, bright golden curly hair was casually scattered behind his back, and the ends were tied up with a brown ribbon. He wore a black headband on his head, and a sky-blue ribbon with golden edges on the left side of his head, exuding a unique vitality.
In contrast, Suria's beautiful face was very calm. Her blue eyes were as pure as the sea of Ossouin, and the breath under her nose was very stable. Only her pink lips were slightly curled up. She looked exactly like the wife of the first wife!
The Queen's curvaceous figure was wearing a brown off-shoulder fur shirt, and the two white and magnificent cleavages on her chest were even more stunning than Katarina and Veronica's. Her slender hands were painted with champagne-colored nail polish, and there was a golden double-headed eagle wedding ring on her ring finger, making Suria look like a noble lady.
Below, Knight King's plump full moon was wrapped in a black skin-tight skirt, and the pegasus-shaped belt on her waist that was used to bind her body also lost its function due to her impressive figure.
The pair of slender legs were outlined by a pair of black satin pantyhose. The tight muscles on her thighs and the full calves on her calves made Laing drool. In addition, his wife was wearing a pair of black shiny suede high heels, which made Suria look even taller. The peerlessly beautiful Knight King was looking at Katarina with a smile.
Tsar immediately thanked her awkwardly and politely. She compared herself with Suria in her heart, then shook her head and sighed. Laing's wife was really a peerless beauty, and she admitted that she couldn't compare.
"Why don't you stay for dinner tonight?" Suria saw through Katarina's thoughts, and Knight King understood. "Chef Morgiana! Do me a favor, Your Majesty Tsar of Kislöw? "
"Okay … okay." Katarina was even more embarrassed.
"Laing, come here for a moment." Seeing that she had achieved her goal, Suria waved her hand slightly and motioned her husband to come to the tent.
"What's wrong?" Laing came back to his senses and took the initiative to hold his wife's hand.
"There's new news from the Lady. It's about the current situation of Ossouin." Suria pulled Laing into the tent and whispered in his ear.
"The Great Whirlpool is about to be completely liberated. On the day of the Months of Demons, the Eight Winds trapped in it will escape and look for their hosts. We must also be prepared. With the disintegration of the Great Whirlpool, the Chaos Demons will no longer be restricted in the mortal world."
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