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Chapter 1368

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Autumn, Year 2526 of the Empire's Calendar. At night, the sky was filled with stars. A bleak autumn wind blew through the camp of the Parliament's army. All of the Allied Forces of Order were stationed near Fort Glenn, advancing north.

The elves, humans, and dwarves were all here. The elves were stationed in the west, the humans were in the middle, and the dwarves were in the east. The elves and dwarves were purposely separated by the human army to prevent conflict. Laing's tent was in the middle.

A light yellow magic lamp illuminated the interior of the tent. The ground was covered with a carpet made from Charles's white leather. On a round oak table, the map of the Old World was laid out. The Sun King, the Grand Marshal of the Parliament, Laing, was lying on the table, looking at the map.

This would be an unprecedentedly difficult battle. Under Laing's decades of hard work, the strength of Order had been preserved and improved to a great extent. Many heroes who should have died in battle had survived. It was already a pleasant surprise to be able to gather an army of more than 300,000. This was already a surplus for the battle. However, Laing knew that he still had to be careful. The Armageddon army still had the upper hand in terms of quantity and quality. Moreover, according to intelligence, Cytra's Tomb King army had already arrived at the prince's territory at the border.

Is Cytra trying to take advantage of the great loss of Order's strength to unify the world? Laing looked at the map and continued to ponder. Or does Cytra think that there is something that can let him recover his body and become a god?

I don't know. Thinking of this, Laing decided not to think about it. Lich King Arkham said that he has a way, so I'll believe him for now.

A faint noise came from outside. Suria, who was behind the Knight King, opened the velvet curtain and walked in from outside. Behind her were Countess Emilia and Head Maid Sylvia of the Empire.

Emilia did not go to the frontlines. As a Countess of the Empire, she sent the army to the border of Rick before returning to Nur. She was too weak to be of much use. Similarly, Head Maid Sylvia, who was weaker, did not go to the frontlines. Even the sorceress Teresa did not go to the frontlines.

Teresa was pregnant. After staying in Nur for a few months, the sorceress finally got pregnant, and they were twins. The Ice Witches could only conceive girls, so there was no need to guess the gender. Laing named his two daughters Skadi and Wendy respectively.

Aurora and Katarina participated in this war as the representatives of the Ice Witches. The female Tsar was very excited because after so many years, she finally had an army of more than 10000 to command. Unfortunately, she had already signed the contract and gave up the right to command Tsar. Laing was being very lenient by allowing her to enjoy herself.

As for Aurora, the mature and beautiful Sanctum Witch, who was like a ripe peach, was now taking a nap on a small bed in the tent.

"Laing, Sir Vlad of the vanguard has found traces of the Skaven Ratmen near the ruins of Brunswick. After some discussion, we decided to send Emilia and Sylvia here. You will be responsible for making arrangements for them tonight." Suria asked Emilia and Sylvia to sit first. The Countess of the Empire and the head maid were dressed in very mature military uniforms and pleated skirts today. The two valiant women in military uniforms stood together. Emilia was slightly shorter and wore dark red pantyhose, while Sylvia wore coffee-colored pantyhose. After hearing Suria's arrangement, Emilia took it for granted. Sylvia was eager to explain, but was stopped by Suria. She could only sit down sulkily.

"Okay." Laing raised his head and smiled at Emilia and Sylvia. "I still have to work out the military plan. You two go rest first."

Emilia and Sylvia left. Suria stayed behind. Knight King walked to Laing's side. "Everything is planned?"

"Yes." Laing put his arms around his wife's waist and held her in front of him. He greedily breathed in the fragrance of iris flowers in Suria's bright golden hair. He closed his eyes and did not speak for a long time.

"Say what you want to say." Suria felt the warmth of her husband's body and listened to his strong heartbeat. She only felt that her heart was filled with peace.

"If all of this is over and we can safely get through it, then I will leave after a while." Laing whispered in Suria's ear. He hugged his wife and gently swayed her body. "What about you? Are you willing to go with me? "

"Where to?" Suria already had a premonition in her heart.

"The Milky Way." Laing only said one word.

"This world is not big enough for you. I know this, but are you willing to part with all of this now? As long as we end this disaster, the Lady said that the mortal world can enjoy at least a thousand years of peace. Although you have some complaints about the current situation, I can see that you enjoy this kind of life. "Suria closed her eyes. The female knight said slowly," People love you and worship you. "

"Yes, but this will not be forever." Laing's gaze was distant. "Holding power for too long will always attract hatred. I will end it and then retreat in one piece. Go back, go back to the Milky Way, go back to father's Empire, and fulfill my duty."

"And then? Endless war, endless summons? And your father who only cares about me? "Suria was expressionless." Sometimes I often think, what kind of husband did I marry? "

"…" An expression of shame flashed across Laing's face. Suria only wanted a home, wanted him. From her point of view, the Empire's Queen, the Imperial God's Choice, the blessings of the originals, and the Angel Faction were not that important. It was probably because of this reason that the Imperial Emperor appreciated her so much, and the originals were willing to share their power with her.

"So? Do you want to go with me? "Laing finally asked this question.

No matter what, there was always an answer.

"I am willing to go with you, anywhere, my love." Suria's sea blue eyes flashed with gentleness like water. She turned slightly, and that was a gorgeous smile that was enough to light up the night. "Remember to protect your little life, Nord's sledgehammer."

"Leave it to me." Laing lowered his head and gently kissed his wife's lips.

After a few minutes of tenderness, the Lake Fairy and Olica came in. Suria quickly pushed away Laing, who was already unbuttoning her uniform and lifting her skirt. Laing stopped when he was ahead, and the four of them began to discuss military matters.

Lilith saw the wrinkles on Suria's clothes and felt a little envious. She eavesdropped on the conversation between Laing and Suria. The goddess knew that no matter what, Laing still loved Suria the most. The Moon Goddess could only focus on the map at this time. She said softly, "Then now is the end, Laing. Because of your arrival, the fate of the world has changed a lot, a lot."

Laing nodded.

Because of his arrival, Brittany was not destroyed in the final moment. The Chaos of Mahsebad broke out prematurely, and the Knight King's Kingdom repelled the barbarians, the undead, and the Skaven Ratmen. Although there were losses, it was still a far cry from the Lake Fairy's prophecy of the entire kingdom being almost destroyed.

There was no need to mention the Dwarves. In fact, according to the prophecy of the Lake Fairy, the Dwarves were already on the verge of extinction. Without Ryan's support and those miraculous wars, Belegar and his clan would only be exhausted in the long three-way war. Butcher's Castle would definitely fall. Eternity Peak could hold on for a longer time, but the Dwarves would not appear here now.

Nur did not fall, Estalia also left some refugees, and Brunswick received support.

These were all Laing's achievements and the changes he brought.

"Lilith, Olica, when the time comes, you two will be responsible for guiding the Elves." Laing assigned the tasks. "The Elves' army is high quality but small in number. It's best to enter the battlefield at the critical moment and attack the main forces of Chaos."

The Lake Fairy nodded, but Olica was a little unconvinced. "Master, when the time comes, I'll charge with you and deal with Eichahn."

"No, I need you to control those executioners of Hal Gunsi who go crazy from time to time." Laing continued to look at the map. "The upgraded Carl and his main forces of the Empire will cooperate with the army of the Empire in Mildenheim and try to join forces … Lilith, the incarnation of Wind of the Beast has not arrived. Can the ritual be carried out?"

"I'll let Tegris summon that incarnation and its army to Mildenheim," the Lake Fairy said. "It's just that we can't decide if the other party will be willing to cooperate with us. It's even possible that the incarnation of Wind of the Beast is an enemy. When the time comes, if the one summoned is an enemy, we'll have to deal with him first and then bind Wind of the Beast to another target."

"Then why didn't you summon it in the beginning and only consider it now?" Laing was a little puzzled by the Lake Fairy's strange behavior.

Lilith avoided Laing's gaze a little unnaturally. "Tegris needs time to prepare."

"It needs the power of your gods, right?" Laing half-smiled as he understood. "You're reluctant to share your power of gods, so you're only willing to let Tegris prepare the summoning ritual after you've obtained the Phoenix King Crown and refined the power of the gods in the Phoenix King Crown?"

"Hmph, there's only so much power of Asu. Do you know how long it takes to refine a little bit of the power of gods?" The Lake Fairy saw that Laing had seen through her little trick and simply put her hands on her hips. "And I'll leave some power to help you deal with the Eternal Chosen One!"

"You barely pass." Laing nodded. "Lilith, don't always do things with selfish motives."

"Master, Lilith is not worthy of your trust. Olica is worthy of your trust." The Pale Queen Olica secretly came to Laing's side and hugged Laing's arm. "Leave it to Olica!"

"Lilith, Olica, I'll ask you the same thing …"

"I'm willing, master!" Olica replied without hesitation. "Wherever master goes, I'll go! The Dark Spirit King doesn't have to be the Pale Queen! "

"Don't make it sound so nice!" Laing pinched Olica's face. "I'm serious!"

"Oh, I'm serious too, master." Olica's smooth and tender face puffed up. "When the time comes, I'll leave an avatar in this world, and the main body will leave with you. Of course, the best thing would be if master and I have a new Kane, and let our child inherit the throne and divine title. Then I can be with master forever."

"What about you, Lilith?"

"If it's me, I haven't had enough of being a god yet." The Lady of the Lake was a little embarrassed. "I'm thinking the same thing as Olica. Let's have a new Suyan, and then I can rule from behind the curtain and follow you and Suria."

"Very well." Laing did not say anything else.

They began to discuss the power of Eichahn's main body.

… I'm the dividing line for giving birth to a new main god …

"Greetings, Eternal Chosen One."

Before the Throne of Chaos in the Central Mountains of the Old World, the current leader of Skaven's Council of Thirteen, Chief Gray Prophet Highlord Chuan Queiro, was kneeling before the Eternal Chosen One, Eichahn. "Skaven is willing to serve you, honorable Three-Eyed King, Lord of the End."

Eichahn returned to the real world from meditation. Accompanied by the creaking sound of his armor rubbing against his throne, the Eternal Chosen One could feel the power of the Four Chaos Gods within his body. This wasn't the first time he saw the Skaven ratmen submitting to him. However, Eichahn still felt disdain towards these rats from the depths of his soul, a disdain that seeped deep into his bones.

Horned rats? Gray Prophet? What could these fools do?

Compared to the Four Gods of Chaos, Eichahn was too lazy to even use the Horned Rats. They were just a minor god of Chaos, and yet they thought so highly of themselves.

Under the darkness of the night, there were many shadows, but Eichahn could still distinguish the knights who were silently serving him. The armor of the Swords of Chaos absorbed all light, casting shadows behind them that were comparable to the deepest fear of mortals. However, Eichahn had long surpassed mortals, and he was fearless.

The Eternal Chosen One did not say a word, and this made Kwelo feel fear. However, the current Grayclaw Great Prophet had no other choice. The Council of Thirteen had been drained dry by the Horned Rats, and in the end, the position of Grayclaw Great Prophet fell on Kwelo's head. Kwelo had become the biggest winner after the Battle of Lucia and the Battle of Eternity Peak.

But now, the situation of the Skaven Ratmen was not optimistic. After the dozen or so demigods of the Council of Thirteen had been wiped out, the Ratmen only had three Legendary Lords left. The Grayclaw Great Prophet Kwelo, the Right Claw Death Master Snik of the Isin Clan, and the Right Claw Impurity Sloat of the Mord Clan. Although the Ratmen still had hundreds of thousands of soldiers left, without the blessing of the Horned Rats, the Ratmen no longer had the power to launch attacks. What would the future of the Skaven Ratmen be?

The Horned Rats had issued an oracle: submit to the Eternal Chosen One, Eichahn.

This led to the current scene. The Grayclaw Great Prophet Kwelo, the Impurity Sloat, and the Death Master Snik were all kneeling before the Eternal Chosen One, waiting for his judgment.

The Empire was a lie. Yuric was a lie. Charlemagne was a lie. This was a kingdom built on lies.

That was what Eichahn thought. Poke it and destroy it.

"Eternal Chosen One?" Seeing that Eichahn did not reply for a long time, Kwelo tried to ask again.

These Ratmen were annoying and trashy. But perhaps they could still be of use. Mildenheim was the strongest city in the world. It was very difficult to conquer. Furthermore, it was protected by Yuric's Sacred Fire. Eichahn knew that he had to be prepared for a long battle.

Meanwhile, the Eternal Chosen One had also received news that the Allied Army of Order was on the way. There were more than three hundred thousand enemies. It was the largest Allied Army in history since Isin Kuval. The commander of the Allied Army was none other than Laing Macado, who had defeated the Seed of Destruction.

Since that was the case, even if these Ratmen were all cannon fodder, they would still be useful to Eichahn. Not to mention, Kwelo, Snik, and Sloat were all Legendary Ratmen with a certain level of combat power.

But it was still disgusting. Whenever Eichahn thought of these filthy things joining his army, he still felt disgusted.

"Skaven is willing to submit to you. Yes, yes, we are sincere. We can swear in the name of the Horned Ratmen. We swear!" Kwelo felt immense pressure. Eichahn's soul, which was as terrifying as a black hole vortex, suppressed the Great Prophet Grayclaw so much that he could not breathe.

"You need to show your sincerity, Great Prophet Grayclaw." After a long time, Eichahn finally spoke. "How about this? Come forward."

"?" Kwelo stood up and came before Eichahn, waiting for the Eternal Chosen One's instructions.

"Open your mouth." Eichahn continued.

Kwelo did not understand, but he still opened his mouth.

“he~tui!” A mouthful of thick phlegm was spat out from the gap of the Crown of Dominators. It slid down Kwelo's throat. Then, Eichahn's chuckle echoed. "Alright. Now, you can join."

“!!!” Kwelo's face flushed red. The Great Prophet Grayclaw could only feel that the phlegm was thick and sticky. It was stinky and corrosive. But he did not dare to spit it out. After a few rounds in his throat, he could only force himself to swallow it. He was furious, but in the end, he held it in. "… Yes. Thank you … Three-Eyed King!"

"Then, Skaven will be in charge of the vanguard! Surround Mildenheim! "

"Yes!" Kwelo accepted the order respectfully and left the hall.

The veins on his forehead were so tight that blood was flowing out.

The Eternal Chosen One, how dare you humiliate me like this!

It's time to prepare Plan B!

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