In fact, the day after Boris left Mildenheim, the Skaven Ratmen's army had already surrounded Mildenheim.
A starving camel is still bigger than a horse. Even after suffering a fatal blow, the Skaven Ratmen still had hundreds of thousands of soldiers. In order to conquer Mildenheim, the Skaven Ratmen had prepared more than 600 dimensional stone cannons, and all the war behemoths of the Mord clan were pulled out in preparation for the final battle in Mildenheim.
As the representative of the Horned Rats' will, Chuanqueiro constantly emphasized that this was a battle that would decide the fate of the Skaven Ratmen. He requested all the clans to mobilize all their forces. He also opened up the treasury of the Council of Thirteen and gave out half of the wealth inside.
After seeing the Skaven Ratmen's army, the heroes of Mildenheim did not dare to be careless. Without much hesitation, Volten, as the mayor of Mildenheim, gave the order to activate the mechanism. The four floating bridges that led to Mildenheim instantly collapsed.
Once again, Mildenheim was isolated. There was almost nothing that could reach White Wolf City. Perhaps there were only a few small paths that could reach the surface of White Wolf City through the maze-like tunnels under the mountains. However, Volten had already given the order to keep a close watch. The White Wolf Sacred Flame burned brightly above Yuric Castle.
Without the plague clan, the Skaven Ratmen could no longer throw plagues. They could only use their lightning cannons to fire at the cannons on the castle walls. Chuanqueiro tried a few methods, but none worked. The situation was in a stalemate.
"Eternal Chosen One. Honorable Eternal Chosen One. My master wants me to tell you that you have to move faster."
On the outskirts of Middenheim, within the Chaos camp, Carlos, the Great Demon Fate Weaver under Tzeentch, spoke to Eichaen in a low voice. "The enemy is already on their way. If you can't take down Middenheim, you will be facing a difficult situation."
"Oh? Is that so? So what? " Eichann was indeed annoyed by the Skaven Ratmen's lack of progress. However, Mildenheim was easy to defend and difficult to attack. The Eternal Chosen One did not feel frustrated. He looked at Carlos as if he was looking at a pile of garbage. "What did your master tell you? What does that have to do with me? "
The disintegration of the Great Maelstrom and the war in the mortal world were always good for chaos. Carlos had only been exiled by Caldo Diego for more than a year, and he could already be summoned again.
"He is always keenly aware of all things. He can always clearly read all the veins of fate." "You, Eichahn," the Weaver of Fate mocked. "You, Eichahn, you're not fighting for the Gods at all. You're only fighting for your pitiful, wounded pride. This is revenge, revenge against the Empire, against Charlemagne."
"So?" Eichahn was unmoved. "That's all? He's not satisfied with me? Then why didn't you change him? "
Tzeentch's face showed a bit of displeasure. The biggest difference between this eternal god's chosen one and other eternal god's chosen ones was that there was almost nothing that could break through his defense.
"My master is not dissatisfied with you." Carlos could not represent Tzeentch. "But you could have done better."
"Better? Heh. "Eichahn laughed coldly." Isn't your master a Prophet? Is He unable to predict what I can do? "
"This is not a prophecy. This is fate that cannot be undone. You can't change the flow of the river of fate even if you pretend to be deaf and dumb. Do you want me to show you the ending of your war? " The Weaver of Fate continued cunningly. "There are still many plots in the story, and they won't always follow your wishes."
"If this is the fate of all warriors, then I accept it." Eichahn said calmly. "I came for this anyway."
"How foolish, eternal god's chosen one." Carloze couldn't help but mock Eichaen's actions. "But your struggles are futile. I can already foresee that you will kneel before him, forever. This is the debt you owe my master. You must repay it."
"Debt? Prophecy? "Eichahn laughed." Then did you prophesize this? "
"What?" Before Carlos could even react, the Kingslayer was unsheathed and the tip of the sword pierced right through Carlos' neck. The head of the Great Demon under Tzeentch's command fell to the ground. Demon blood sprayed all over Eichaen's body. Carlos screamed, "How dare you! Eternal god's chosen one, are you not afraid of my master's magic?! "
"This is not a magic attack!" Carlos was still trying to gather his mana to cast a spell, but Eichaen's speed was unbelievably fast. The powerful blessings of the Four Gods of Chaos weren't something that Carlos's temporary spell could compare to. The Eternal Chosen One easily withstood the maelstrom of Chaos magic, and Carlos' remaining head fell to the ground.
The large bird head rolled a few times on the ground. Eichahn was bathed in Tzeentch's blood. Under the three-eyed helmet, Eichahn grinned. "How is this offering?"
"Master is very satisfied with your offering. Very satisfied." In the darkness, three Great Demons of Khorne appeared.
The most powerful demon under Khorne, Anglas!
The chief demon under Khorne, Kabanha!
The first tier demon under Khorne, Vogaros!
"Give the order, eternal god's chosen one. The Skull Lord has asked us to obey you." Anglas roared.
The lizardmen had left, and the great guardian had lost its effect. The mortal world had become a playground of chaos, and the Great Demon of Khorne lived here forever.
"Kill, I want to kill! Eternal god's chosen one! A total of eight Khorne armies will serve you. Now, it's your turn to give the order! "Kabanha spat out sulfuric flames." Quick, let's kill who, where? Speak! "
Eichaen turned a deaf ear to Kabanhar's question. He leaned back, leaning against his own Chaos Throne, not saying a single word.
"Hah! Wah! Answer my question, mortal, I want to kill! " Kabanha could not tolerate Eichahn's disregard. The Bloodthirsty Great Demon almost wanted to rush onto the stage and chop off Eichahn's head along with his throne.
But it could not. The person in front of it was the eternal god's chosen one, the one favored by the Blood God, and the contractor that the Skull Lord was satisfied with. It could not harm Eichahn.
Kabanha continued to rage, while Eichahn looked at the chief demon of Khorne with disdain. He saw how it was furious but unable to do anything, and could not help but want to laugh. He was not some god's servant, nor was he a god's slave. It was he who chose the Four Gods of Chaos and gave them a chance to destroy the mortal world. It was not the Four Gods of Chaos who chose him, Eichahn, to give him a chance for revenge.
He pitied the Four Gods of Chaos.
In the past, Didric was just a pitiful person who was toyed with by fate.
And now, Eichahn was the master of fate!
The three Khorne Great Demons glared at Eichahn. Who were they? They were the harbingers of roaring death, clear destruction. It existed only to slaughter, maim, and destroy everything it encountered. They were the concrete form of battle rage, the concrete form of the unrestrained primitive rage of this world.
Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, Skull Lord Throne!
But now, the three Khorne Great Demons obeyed the orders of a mortal, and this mortal was not even willing to pay attention to them. What kind of humiliation was this?
At this moment, a member of the Sword of Chaos walked in from outside. He seemed to have something to report. Kabanha saw this and immediately rushed forward, lashing the guy to the ground. "Go to hell!"
"Scram!" Eichahn finally made his move. The Eternal God's Chosen One stood up from his throne and swung his Kingslayer Sword. A dark shadow swept down and sent Kabanha flying. The Bloodthirsty Berserk Demon only felt that it was hit by an irresistible force. It flew backward and crashed into a pillar in the room, breaking it and falling into a pile of ruins.
"If there is a next time, I will kill you myself and send you back to your Brass Fortress," Eichahn said indifferently. "I'm warning you, there will be no next time. Or do you intend to be like Scarbrand? My Master Kabanha? "
"…" Kabanha was furious. It stood up from the ground. "No master! You are just a mole! I will only serve you if you can lead us to kill! "
"So now you know who is the boss, eh?" Eichahn was still disdainful.
The three Bloodthirsty Archfiends were helpless. They stood where they were. Kabanha grunted twice. It was still furious, but it could only express its obedience to Eichaen. It emphasized, "We want slaughter, we want blood, we want heads!"
"There will be slaughter. There will be blood. There will be heads. Everything will come."
"Not enough, far from enough. The Skull King is not satisfied with your current progress. You have killed many people, but there are still many people with valuable heads."
"Yes, there are still many people alive." Eichahn agreed with the Khorasan Demon, which was rare. "So we will depart soon. We will go there and harvest everything, including the entire world."
"That's right," Anglas roared. "Laing -Macado's head is mine!"
"Very well. Then I will leave Laing to you. I hope you will not fail a second time." Eichahn nodded. He stood up and walked down from his throne. "His skull is yours, and his skin and flesh are mine. I will peel off his skin and Karl-franz's skin and hang it on my armor."
"It's a deal!"
"It's a deal!"
The Khorasan Demons were satisfied. Eichahn was amused. If it was a demon of the other three Gods, this kind of contract would have no credibility at all. But Khorasan was different. The Blood God was most particular about honor and equivalent exchange. No matter what believer you were, the Blood God would never be stingy with his rewards. However, from the moment the contract was signed, it meant that the believer had to continuously satisfy Khorasan's endless thirst for blood, blood, and skulls until he was completely consumed by thirst.
"So, what happened?" Eichahn finally turned his attention to the members of the Sword of Chaos.
"Two armies are quickly approaching Mildenheim," a member of the Sword of Chaos reported. "One of them seems to be skeletons from the Nicohala Desert. There are many of them, estimated to be more than a hundred thousand. They also have some war machines that we do not understand at all."
"The Nicohala Desert. Interesting," Eichahn ordered. "Have the Sun Eater's Demonic Dragon Army move out."
"The second army is from the South, Nur. They are mainly composed of humans, elves, and dwarves. There are also a large number of undead mixed in. The leader calls himself the Incarnation Council. The commanders are the Brittany Sun Wang Laing Macado, the Empire's Emperor Karl-franz, the Elven Eternal King Malecis, the Dwarven Supreme King Thorgrim, and that Death Lord Vlad Von Karstein."
"Heh, they are all here." Eichahn laughed. Yes, this is my main stage. Everyone will be the footnotes of this grand performance.
This is great. This is really great.
He could not wait any longer.
Stepping out of the hall, the largest Chaos Apocalypse Army in history was gathering under Eichahn's command. He began to call out the soldiers.
The Grand Marshal of the Three Armies of Chaos, the Eternal God's Chosen Eichahn's personal army, the Sword of Chaos, and the 38 Chaos Armies under his command.
The Chaos Army participating in the battle:
The Primordial Demon Prince Birak and the Chaos Army under his command.
The most powerful Khorasan demon, Anglas, and the three Khorasan Demon Armies under his command.
The most powerful Khorasan demon, Kabanha, and the three Khorasan Demon Armies under his command.
The most powerful Khorasan demon, Vogaros, and the two Khorasan Demon Armies under his command.
The most powerful Nurgle demon, Kur-Gaz, and the four Nurgle Demon Armies under his command.
The most powerful Nurgle demon, Rain Father, Nagros, and the three Nurgle Demon Armies under his command.
The most powerful Luxus demon, Lucius, and the three Luxus Demon Armies under his command.
The most powerful Luxus demon, Shalaxi, and the three Luxus Demon Armies under his command.
The Chaos Lords participating in the battle:
The Nurgle God's Chosen Interstellar Warrior, Lord of the Hive, Tyfons.
The most powerful Khorasan Interstellar Warrior, Kahn the Betrayer.
The most powerful Luxus Chosen Interstellar Warrior, Lucius.
The Khorasan Bride, Bloody Valkyrie.
The Khorasan Chosen Champion, Skaal Blood Rage.
The Nurgle Demon Possessed, Isabella.
The Troll King Solonge.
The King of Dragon Demons, Keleri, the Sun Devourer.
The Tzeki Chosen Champion, Zi A-Zanaik.
The Orc, Dark Prophet Malago
The Wind of Beasts, Galor Warhoof.
The Demon Prince, Betrayer, Deshara.
The Tzeki Chosen Wilic, World Spellcaster.
The Four Gods of Chaos, Chosen Ulfric, Wanderer.
He has a total of 338 armies, battle groups, battle groups, and guards under his command.
The Skaal Ratman Lords participating in the battle:
The most powerful Grayclaw Great Prophet, Chuan Kuiro.
The Mord Clan's Right Claw (Current Clan Leader), Slote Impurity.
The Isin Clan's Right Claw (Current Clan Leader), Master of Death, Snitch.
He has a total of 143 armies, battle groups, battle groups, and rat groups under his command.
The final battle was approaching. The two armies, Sytra's Tomb King Army and the Alliance of Order's Army, were charging towards Mildenheim at the same time.
Eichahn stood on the high platform and looked at his army. He believed that everything would come to an end in Mildenheim.
Everything.
… I am the dividing line that will bring everything to an end …
Five days later, near Mildenheim, in the Great Forest of Drakoward.
The Grand Marshal of the Parliament, the Sun King, the original Gray Knight, Laing Macado, was riding on his Gryphon Empris. He and a group of other commanders were looking at the Chaos army in the distance.
Lightning flashed across the sky. Dark clouds unnaturally gathered above Mildenheim. The faces of the Chaos Demons were faintly discernible in the clouds. The colorful aurora illuminated the turbid Dark Forest. From one end of the vision to the other, the Chaos army filled every corner of the vision. Their numbers were so great that it was impossible to estimate their numbers. Only Mildenheim stood alone, like a lone island in the vast ocean. It barely occupied a small spot in the raging tides of the Ratmen and Chaos.
"Now you know how many enemies we have? Eichaen, as expected of the final and strongest Eternal Chosen God, the Master of the Apocalypse, the Butcher of Kings, the Chosen God. His army is as numerous as the ocean. The rest of us have really become the fine sand on the shore. "Clayon said to the various Parliament representatives with a smile.
"Everyone, pass down my order. Get your armies into position. Then come to the main tent for the final military meeting!"
"The Battle of Mildenheim, no, the Battle of the Worlds, the Final Battle is right before our eyes."
"Warriors of the old world! Fight for the world! "
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