The dimensional nuclear bomb fell from the sky. This was the last dimensional nuclear bomb left behind by the Skaven Skuri clan. After Ikart died at the hands of Angran, the Skaven Ratmen lost the ability to make dimensional nuclear bombs, and even the navigation system could no longer be maintained.
If the Skaven Ratmen had not found a "rocket" technology in Aurora's Guardian Capital, it would have been a huge problem to launch the nuclear bomb. After the improvements made by the Skuri clan's clan leader, Moskita, the dimensional nuclear bomb could finally be used.
In truth, both the Grand Marshal of the Demon Rats, Pasgulit, and the Grand Marshal of Pestilon, Negary, didn't fully trust the Skuri clan's technology. However, there was no other choice, as the Skaven clan had fallen into an absolute disadvantage. With Skook dead, as well as Klatch – Destroyer Claw dead, Pasgulit made up his mind to launch the Dimensional Stone Nuclear Bomb.
The green comet crossed the sky and fell from the sky. The Lizardmen were still puzzled. What was this thing? Was it Sotigo's forked tongue? No, it was definitely not, because the Snake God was definitely not green.
Of all the people present, only Fulgen recognized what it was.
Because the original body had obtained all the information about the dimensional nuclear bomb from Laing, Fulgen stood up from the pile of Skaven Ratmen's corpses. The original body did not know how many Skaven Ratmen he had killed, but it was all endless.
He had to stop the dimensional nuclear bomb from falling! Fulgen was annoyed. From the beginning of this battle until now, the Lizardmen had been very passive. He and his Ash Legion were also very passive because they had to be passive. Only by passively defending Itaza and protecting Slane inside could they stop Evil Moon from falling.
The dimensional nuclear bomb did not have a navigation system. It only relied on the rocket technology obtained from Aurora and the on-site mapping and calculation of the Skuri's engineering warlocks to launch it.
In that case, it was understandable that there were some problems and deviations, right?
Fulgen sneered and began to concentrate all his psionic energy.
On the other side of the battlefield, Pasgulit was also looking at the Dimensional Stone Nuclear Bomb. Seeing the trajectory of the nuclear bomb as it flew across the sky towards where the lizardmen were gathered, the Grand Marshal of the Devil Rats calmed down a little. Before launching the Dimensional Stone Nuclear Bomb, Sect Master Moskita had emphasized that the Dimensional Stone Nuclear Bomb might be very unstable without Ikkett-Talon's correction.
Now that it had been launched smoothly, it should be a good thing, right?
Just as he thought of this, Pasgulit's eyes widened. He saw the Dimensional Stone Nuclear Bomb drawing a long trail in the air and actually disappearing!
Disappeared just like that?
Grand Marshal Demon Rat rubbed his eyes and looked at it again.
Phew, thank goodness, thank goodness, thank goodness, thank goodness, the bomb was still there.
But why did the bomb's's trajectory?
Why did it change direction and go straight for the Skaven army???
There was no time for Pasgulit to think. The dimensional nuclear bomb was heading straight for the Skaven army. Before the nuclear bomb hit the ground and detonated, the only thought in Pasgulit's mind was, "F * ck! Refund! "
"Boom!" A mushroom cloud rose and the shock wave of the explosion enveloped the Skaven army. In a moment of desperation, the Scourge Lords directly sacrificed 39 Plague Priests and 6 Gray Prophets to create a huge protective shield to block the nuclear bomb. However, the nuclear bomb still caused a devastating blow to the army. Of the ten Storm Rats on standby, there were now less than two left. In the melted residue, the corpses of the Skaven ratmen were everywhere.
"Commander!" Julius saw that Fulgen had fallen. The Emperor's Son's original body did not seem to be injured, but not only was he on one knee and using the Phoenix Blade to support his body, there was also boiling blood dripping from the ground. The Phoenix Guards barely managed to kill their way over. Julius rushed to Fulgen's side covered in blood and found that his original body's face was covered in blood. "Sir, are you alright?"
"I'm fine … I'm just a little dizzy." Fulgen said with a sinister expression, a bright red stream flowing down from his forehead. "Help me retreat!"
"Yes!" The Phoenix Guards protected Fulgen as they retreated. The soldiers of the Ashes Corps rushed up to form a shield wall.
The battle continued. The intensity of the battle weakened slightly due to Tehenhoin and Fulgen's retreat. However, the Snake God Army and the Ashes Corps still fought side by side, guarding Itaza's Sacred Gate to the death.
On the left flank, Kuga found himself facing a new enemy. The Supreme Scourge Lord Skorch had appeared and was engaged in a fierce battle with Kuga. Kuga was still full of energy, while the Supreme Scourge Lord Skorch had lost a portion of his strength from blocking the dimensional bomb. The two sides were evenly matched.
On the right wing, the wanderer Nakayi and the supreme Scourge Lord Essex were fighting. The lightning summoned by Essex could only slow Nakayi's figure for less than half a second.
The corpses of the Lizardmen and Skaven were piled up around Itaza.
The battle continued.
Time passed day by day, and the confrontation between Slane and the Council of Thirteen continued.
In the distant Demon Rat Ruins, the final moment had arrived. Under the control of the Skuri clan's clan master, the Moskita's engine operated at high speed, shooting a beam of light into the sky.
At first, it was only a beam of light that was a hundred meters long, but as the power increased, it quickly formed a stable beam of light.
Violent lightning chains wreaked havoc beside this dark green beam of light, creating a scene as if doomsday had arrived. The pillar of light pierced through the entire sky like a shining lighthouse. Half of the world could see this powerful force.
From the most barbaric beasts to the civilized races that had created a brilliant civilization, everyone looked at the ominous black beam of light in fear. Around the beam of light, reality began to crack and burn.
The beam of light grew higher and higher until it could be clearly seen from the other side of the world.
Itaza, the top of the Great Holy Pyramid, the Holy Throne.
The moment the Skaven Rat Men activated the Moskita's engine, Grand Venerable Kroc felt the change in the situation. The Grand Venerable silently calculated everything.
The Skaven Rat Men's evil engine was activated, and that power would pull Evil Moon to the ground faster and fiercer. The Slanes would fight against the terrifying one with all their strength, but the confrontation between the two forces would cause Evil Moon Moslib to completely fall apart. Accompanied by green flames, the broken pieces of Evil Moon would rain down on the entire world. The burning mountain range would fall into the ocean, and the ocean would turn into a pot of boiling water.
Multiple meteors would directly crash into the world, and after the impact, the destructive flames would wash over the world, burning its atmosphere to nothing, leaving only a naked sphere that faced the cold void.
That would be the final moment. The Ancient Sage had already predicted it.
The Ancient Sage, my master!
In that instant, a memory flashed through Grand Venerable Kroc's mind. The first generation of the old Demon Toad, the most powerful and respectable existence among all the Demon Toads, was naturally the one who had accompanied the Ancient Sage for the longest time. Grand Venerable Kroc recalled the time when the Ancient Sage was still in the mortal world.
From the moment the Demon Toads were created, they were the Ancient Sage's assistants to deal with various affairs. They inherited the Ancient Sage's ancient wisdom, the magic power that could move the stars, the cultural heritage of tens of millions of years, and immeasurable knowledge. However, the Demon Toads did not inherit all of the Ancient Sage's power. Therefore, the Ancient Sage created spirit lizards and lizardmen to assist the Demon Toads.
Kroc followed the Ancient Sage to this world, and the Ancient Sage formulated a 'grand plan' on this planet. This plan was the key to the revival of the Ancient Sage race. For this, they had spent thousands of years preparing, and Kroc had participated in every step. He had always been an important part of the Ancient Sage's plan, and only he could understand how great and magnificent the Ancient Sage's goal was.
If the great plan succeeded, there would be nothing to be afraid of, be it those who feared death, cold-blooded species, or ether creatures. The Ancient Sages would return to their position as the ruling race, and all living beings would submit to them. When that time came, the Ancient Sages would ascend with their psionic powers and head to a higher dimension.
These were not empty words. The Ancient Sage had once traversed through dimensions in the depths of the soul realm, met existences of a higher level, and signed a contract with them.
However, the Ancient Sage's grand plan was eventually leaked.
Once again, the Chaos descended.
The teleportation gate between the north and the south was broken, and the unique mocking laughter of the Malevolent Gods of Chaos rang out from the other side of the crack. In a panic, the Ancient Sage left his servants to deal with Chaos while he hurriedly left in an aircraft.
Kroc did not know whether his master had successfully escaped or not. The Grand Venerable really did not know. His master's aircraft had caused a huge explosion when it traversed through the space-time crack. For over eight thousand years, Kroc had not received any information from his master.
His master was probably dead, right? Kroc had guessed this more than once.
However, this was not important. It was really not important because Kroc only remembered his master's orders.
"Stay. Stay and protect this planet. Protect the race that we created and fight against Chaos."
Obeying orders was Kroc's natural duty, and it was also the mission of all demon toads. He completely obeyed the Ancient Sage's orders. Even if he had to sacrifice his life on the spot, he would not hesitate, because this was the purpose of his creation.
Kroc faithfully carried out this order.
Eight thousand years ago, during the first invasion of Chaos, he carried out his duty.
In the end, the lizardmen were defeated by the endless stream of Chaos demons. When they were defending Itaza, he carried out his duty.
After he was killed, he burned everything he had to purify all the demons that besieged Itaza. He carried out his duty.
His physical body was completely dead, leaving only his soul to wander in the void. When his corpse was made into a mummy and carried to the battlefield by the lizardmen as a sacred object, he carried out his duty.
The young Ancient Sage came to this world and proposed an exchange. Kroc accepted the deal and was resurrected by the young Ancient Sage to continue fighting against Chaos. He was still carrying out his duty.
Was all of this worth it? Kroc had never thought so. He had always known how powerful he was. His power was enough to ascend to godhood. Even the elven race's new Moon God, Lilith, was no match for Kroc in terms of raw power. Moving mountains, filling seas, overturning continents, moving stars, all of these had become possible after the disintegration of the great whirlpool.
But these things had no meaning to Kroc.
If the old Demonic Toad had any wish of its own, it would be to see its master again. Like before, it would sit under its master's seat and listen to him impart some of his life experiences to it.
It's a pity, master. I don't know when our next meeting will be.
As the Skaven Mosquito Tower's engine was activated, Kroc quickly judged a fatal result. That was, if he only relied on the power that Slane extracted from the leyline network to fight against Chaos, even if he could destroy Evil Moon, the fragments of Evil Moon would be enough to destroy the entire world.
This won't do! Kroc slowly shook his head.
This won't do! This was not the master's wish. The master's request was to protect the mortal world, to protect those young and ignorant hot-blooded species, to protect this world from the hands of Chaos.
It had to perform its duty.
And it still had a powerful force that it could use. This powerful force filled its body. It was the power left by the young ancient saint who resurrected it. Without any hesitation, Kroc's face behind the golden mask spat out an ancient word, which contained power from outside the stars. A golden beam of light that was hundreds of meters thick was driven by Kroc's will. It penetrated the top of the Great Holy Pyramid, crossed the entire atmosphere, and directly bombarded the surface of Evil Moon Moslib!
The power in the leyline network was frantically extracted by Kroc. All the Slanes were doing their best to control everything. The golden beam of light became brighter and brighter, and Evil Moon Moslib flashed with green light. Everyone's attention was focused on this confrontation.
In the eyes of the Skaven Ratmen, Evil Moon should quickly descend under the traction of the Mosquito Tower's engine, smashing Lucia and the south into pieces. In this way, the ratmen could mine the dimension stones on Evil Moon to their heart's content!
But things did not go as the ratmen hoped.
Under the disappointed gaze of the slave ratmen, the doubtful gaze of the clan ratmen, and the exasperated "nono" of the Plague Monk and the Warlock Engineer, the golden beam of light became brighter and brighter, while the beam of light from the Mosquito Tower's engine was weakening by the second. Gradually, as time passed, the originally violent storm that was about to destroy everything was replaced by tranquility.
The golden power continued to strengthen, and Evil Moon Moslib was pushed away. It was pushed out of the planet's orbit by the Slanes led by Grand Venerable Kroc. The spirit lizards burst out with victorious cries, even though the war outside the city was still ongoing.
The world was safe.
At the top of the Great Pyramid, the withered, dried up, and nearly dead Grand Venerable Kroc's arms hung down weakly. Its gradually mummified eyes looked at Evil Moon Moslib with satisfaction as it left the planet's orbit and headed toward the deep space. No matter where it went, the Skaven Ratmen's plan had failed.
The power that the young ancient saint used to resurrect it had been used to stop the descent of Evil Moon. Kroc had left a little seed for himself. The next resurrection of the strongest Demon Toad of the first generation would probably take 50,000 years.
Really, I want to see you again, master.
Master!
The Grand Venerable closed its eyes, and its body was completely mummified. Just like that, it stopped moving.
About 120 meters away from it, there was the corpse of the strongest assassin of the Isin Clan, Black Thirteen. There was a poisonous dart in Black Thirteen's throat. The member of the strongest assassin organization of the Isin Clan was still holding the shuriken in his hand. He died of poison before he could shoot it.
On a stone pillar 100 meters away from Black Thirteen, the chameleon master, the Shadowless Hunter Osijotan, who had been in the realm of Chaos for 7,000 years, put down the blowpipe in his hand and came in front of Kroc to pay his last respects to the Grand Venerable.
Osijotan did not spend too much time, because the situation on the battlefield had begun to reverse.
The army of the Ancient Saint First Born was mainly composed of lizardmen and reptiles. They could not maintain their anger for a long time, and they did not have enough stamina to maintain such a long and high-intensity battle.
Under the endless attacks of the Plague Monks, the lizardmen found that they were gradually losing their ground and were retreating. The strength of the lizardmen warriors was almost exhausted, and the poisonous blade attacks of the Plague Monks had aggravated this point. Now, the legions were being defeated one after another. The originally very thick front line was full of gaps, and the lizardmen warriors had fallen everywhere. The long tug-of-war allowed the plague to find the best way to spread. Even the slightest scratch could cause great pain.
In the past, the Ankylosaurus and Triceratops troops were unstoppable on the battlefield, but as time went by, even these giant beasts felt extremely tired and tired of this bloody battle.
The ancient saint instruments on their bodies had been paralyzed, and the hundreds of wounds on their bodies made the war beasts slow down. These giant beasts had been repeatedly hammered and slashed by countless swords, spears, and sticks in the battle day after day. They were bitten and scalped by the rats, and they were continuously shot by the dimensional muskets.
Finally, the giant beasts fell one by one, conquered by the rat men. Groups of rats and rat men climbed up the bleeding corpses of the Ankylosaurus and Triceratops, and shouted loudly, symbolizing the arrival of the plague era and the eventual victory.
Perhaps the Months of Evil would not fall, but it was not too late to flatten and destroy these giant frogs and reptiles, and burn their great cities to ashes!
"Undying frogs, diedie!" The general of the demon rats, Pascuolit, had already seen the dawn of victory.
"The victory of the great holy war is close at hand. Advance, for the Horned Rats!"
The endless Skaven rat men army continued to roll out of the forest.
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