The surprise attack of the Allied Forces of Order was very effective at the beginning. Every clone knew what their mission was. They would tear apart the walls of the Army of Chaos in one direction and try to reach Mildenheim. At the same time, they would try to cause chaos in the Army of Chaos.
The main purpose of Laing's carefully designed four-sided attack was to cause chaos in the Army of Chaos. Although Eichahn's Army of Destruction was large in number, it was not easy to spread out and command was in a mess. When enemies appeared in all directions, the Army of Chaos would not be able to mobilize their forces everywhere. This surprise attack could achieve the greatest effect.
Although the High Elves had the most air forces, the first to start the battle was the upgraded Emperor Karl-franz from the Empire. The Emperor of the Empire had now turned into a walking lightning bolt. He personally opened a storm door. The Reik Guards, Gryphon Knights, Kalonborg Swordsmen, Blackstone Guards, Armoured Nur, and the Griffin Great Swordsmen who belonged to the Franz Royal Family descended directly into the camp of the Army of Chaos. The Emperor held a giant hammer that was infused with lightning, and lightning flashed around him. "For Gail Malaz! For the Empire! "
"For the Empire!" While the Kurgans in the Northeast were still talking in their sleep, the elites of the Empire had already started the massacre. Hooves crushed skulls, and sharp swords pierced through skulls! The Great Swordsmen of the Empire waved the two-handed swords produced by the Nur Military Factory in their hands to cut open the camp of the Northerners.
The Empire had already lost too much in the previous war. More than ten million people had died tragically under the Northerners' army.
This debt of blood could only be repaid with fresh blood!
The great alchemist, Balshaz Gelt, also rode his pegasus and joined the battlefield. Following him were large groups of elites from Sol Hill, especially the elite from Sol Hill known as the Alchemy Star Legion. Every soldier in this legion of 1,200 was a seasoned warrior, and many of them were Metal Wizards.
The moment they entered the battlefield, a total of 333 metal torrents fell from the sky. The scorching metal slags devoured the flesh of the Kurgans and the Northerners who did not have any armor. Only pieces of rotten flesh were left, emitting white smoke and struggling in pain. Some of the heavily-armored Warriors of Chaos tried to fight back, but found that their halberds, axes, and swords were rusting at a speed visible to the naked eye! Until they became a pile of scrap metal, the surface of their armor began to turn yellow with Gelt's incantation. The gifts from the evil gods that could withstand most attacks were now just a pile of soft clay!
The Armoured Nur entered the battlefield, and a round of bullets formed a storm of bullets that swept through the Northerners' army. Gelt was satisfied to see that the new sharp-tipped mercury rune bullets he had developed had an outstanding armor-piercing effect. At this time, the great alchemist focused his attention deeper. He felt the power in his body, and this power made him feel that some impossible things were becoming possible.
"The magic used to be incomplete," the great alchemist whispered. "Now, it's complete."
In that case, let's give it a try!
The wind of piety blew on the battlefield. Gelt waved the Volan Staff in his hand horizontally, and thousands of golden lights penetrated the bodies of the Empire's warriors. The light of runes appeared on every armor, and the light that symbolized Gelt's power boosted the morale of the Empire's warriors. Their armor became lighter and stronger! Their weapons had become sharper! The soldiers felt the change in their equipment, and the high morale spread throughout the army. They shouted Gelt's name and charged into the battlefield.
Following behind them were the Kislöw army. The female Tsar Katarina rode on a pure-blooded elven warhorse and summoned a storm of ice. The last warriors of Kislöw carried endless hatred and vented their anger on the Northerners.
The Empire's army descended like lightning, like a flood. The metal torrent was the forerunner, and the great wizards of the Empire resisted the spells of the Chaos Warlocks. Wherever Gelt pointed, all the Chaos armor cracked and corroded, and flesh melted. Dying screams and pleas for help to the evil gods were endless. The runes on the two-handed greatswords and halberds shone. Many of the Empire's warriors experienced the power of rune weapons for the first time.
It was also the last time.
The counterattack of the Chaos Barbarians came much faster than expected. The surprise attack of the Empire's army at the beginning had an unimaginable advantage. About 30 battalions and gangs were defeated under the assault of the Empire's army. Many of the armor that the Chaos Warlocks were proud of were shattered under Gelt's power. The most powerful of them all was the Emperor himself. The screams of the claws of death were followed by the walking lightning. Upgraded Karl's war hammer, "Gail Malaz", which was condensed by lightning, blasted out thunder. Reality proved that the giant beasts of Noska, the mutated monsters of the Chaos Tribe, were still mortals. The only outcome for them was to be smashed into pieces by the Emperor's lightning.
Many of the Northlanders broke down. The Noska and Mongols threw down their weapons and fled. They were willing to give up the blessings of the evil gods to find a way to survive. However, if the Empire's army thought that they could defeat the Chaos Warlocks in one fell swoop, they were gravely mistaken. When the Chosen One of the Empire's army led the Chosen One of the Great Chosen One into the battlefield, the Empire's army discovered that the number of Chaos reinforcements was much greater than the number of Chaos reinforcements that had fled.
There were also strong Centaurs, Minotaurs, and the Legendary Orc Lord, Grol Warhoof, who led the Orc reinforcements to the battlefield. This famous "Father of Beasts" had given birth to more than half of the Centaurs in the world. The Empire's army was in trouble as the Centaurs and Horned Beasts charged from the flanks.
Grol Warhoof was constantly casting spells. Bolts of lightning descended from the sky and exploded on the ground. The Empire's soldiers who were struck by the bolts exploded like balloons and became twisted and flaming chunks of flesh. However, the Army of Chaos became more spirited after being struck by the bolts of lightning. The inferior Horned Beasts evolved into Horned Beasts, the Horned Beasts evolved into Great Horned Beasts, the Chaos Plunderers evolved into Chaos Warriors, and the Chaos Warriors evolved into Godly Warriors. Wave after wave of Chaos soldiers evolved into Great Horned Beasts!
The blessings of Chaos boosted the morale of the Chaos soldiers. The escaped Northerners returned!
With the delay, the Empire's surprise attack was at a disadvantage. Kislöw's winged cavalry clashed with the Chaos Knights from the flanks and suffered heavy casualties. The Frost Bear summoned by the female Tsar Katarina was shattered by a bolt of lightning. The Empire's Halberd Division was wiped out one by one. Only the carefree laughter of the Evil God could be heard in the air.
"Galt!" Upgraded Karl-franz shouted Galt's name, "Go and kill that Chaos Warlock!"
"Understood!" Galt was silent for a few seconds. He pulled on the reins and charged towards Grol Warhoof.
Wilic saw Galt approaching, and Zech's Chosen Wizard immediately unleashed nine witchfire towards Galt. Galt's Volan Staff swallowed the witchfire in a flash of golden light. Wilic then unleashed three more witchfire, and the great alchemist spun his staff in a semicircle. A metal wall appeared out of thin air, and the lightning turned into green smoke.
Wilic was at his wit's end, and Zech's Chosen Wizard quickly took out his sword and prepared for close combat. Obviously, Galt had the same plan. The Great Alchemist quickly approached, and the rune tooth in his hand collided with Zech's sword. The Volan Staff hit the Meteor Hammer, and Wilic felt an unstoppable force hit him. He flew out and crashed into the wall of the camp, and fell into a pile of rubble.
"Bastard! Those who don't listen to the Devil Bird God's instructions will all die a horrible death! " Vilic got up from the rubble and cursed, "Do you think all your power is yours? You gay man! Those should have belonged to my master! "
"Nothing is destined to belong to anyone. Zech is not the only one." Galt descended from the sky, and his staff flashed with golden light. The Chosen Warriors around him stopped ten meters away from Galt. In extreme pain, they were turning into golden statues. "Everything can be made into gold!"
"You? Just you wait! Watch me … "Wilic was still screaming. He tried to get up but found that he couldn't.
"Don't move. Just stay there." Galt's face behind the metal mask sneered.
Wilic looked down, and Zech's Chosen Warrior was shocked!
His body was merging with the ground! The golden luster had covered the surface of his body.
"No." Wilic tried to speak, but he could not form any words at all. All of his memories, spells, knowledge, and schemes that he had plotted all his life had disappeared like a candle in the wind. Gold had replaced his brain and swallowed all of his logic. In the end, he could not even remember his own name.
After a period of bitter fighting, the imperial army finally discovered that Tzeentch's lightning bolts were no longer falling from the sky. Hope gradually rose in their hearts, and Nur's artillerymen were able to deploy Hellstorm Bazookas and Hellstorm Rapid-Fire Cannons to launch deadly firepower attacks on the army of chaos. Without the support of Primal Chaos Warlocks, this part of the army of chaos began to crumble.
The Father of All Beasts, Grol Warhoof, intended to personally lead a group of Minotaurs and Bighorn Beasts to stop the human's attack. But as he approached the tip of the Empire's charge, the Empire's Emperor roared in the primitive language of the Carolingian tribe into Grol Warhoof's ears.
A primitive feeling of fear instantly covered the body of the Father of All Beasts.
That's not Karl-franz! No! Or at least not completely!
That person is obviously …
The Father of All Beasts immediately gave the order to retreat. The Orcs came quickly and left quickly.
Death Lord Vlad Von Karstein saw the Empire's Hellstorm fire cannons rising into the sky. He didn't think much about what it meant. The Undead Lords launched an attack from the northwest. Luthor Haken's Beth Queen cannons, Charon Cannons, and mortars were deployed. The Vampire Pirates' Colossus was rotating the barrels on the battlefield. Black smoke came out of the black muzzles, and the Nurgle warriors on the opposite side were blown to pieces by the cannon fire.
Vlad's enemy happened to be his old rivals, the Nurgle army led by the Plague Father Kougas and the Hive Lord Tyfons. On the narrow battlefield, the Nurgle army couldn't make full use of their advantage in numbers. But the Undead army was the same. Both sides were entangled. Vlad ordered Gyur to go out. Looking at the Undead General, who was once the Chosen Warrior of the Four Gods of Chaos, moving in the Nurgle army in his dark red Baroque armor, his black axe cutting open the Northerners who had too much body fluid. Every Northerner's death made Vlad smile, because in the next second, a Skeleton Warrior or even a Barren Grave Warrior would be summoned on the spot. The Undead army was almost endless.
But so was the Nurgle army. Both sides began to fall into a tug of war. Vlad elegantly tidied his cloak. He saw the Hive Lord Tyfons charging in front of him and drawing his Blood Drinker Sword. "Once again, we meet."
"This time, it's different from the last time!" Tyfons raised his Scythe of Pestilence and dueled with Vlad. When they met, it was a battlefield of hundreds of thousands of Pestilence Death, and a fierce battle line that was thousands of meters long.
In the southeast, Malecis forced himself to turn his attention away from the endless battle of the Pestilence Death. Serafin the dragon beneath him was sweeping away the Perverts. Here, the Perverts were the main force of the Chaos army. These Perverts were fast and had outstanding charging power. The warriors under the Eternal King shouted slogans as they fought against the Northmen. At the back of the Elven Empire's army, a giant pool of blood was dragged into the battlefield by a three-headed Hydra. The Elven Underground God King, Olica, the Pale Queen, was dancing above the pool of blood. Around her, there were more than five thousand Dark Elves who had received the blessing of Olica's power. They displayed greater speed, skill, and strength in their battle against the Perverts. Endless blood sacrifices strengthened Olica's spells. The Elven Heroic Spirits in the Underworld Kingdom shouted Olica's name and joined the Final Battle.
Malecis had just defeated a Chaos Lord. Now, that Chaos Lord was being digested in Serafin's stomach. The incarnation of Shadow Wind brought the fear of death to the Chaos army, at least for now.
The sound of battle echoed under the dark red sky. Malecis could not help but wonder if this was the end of the war. Would the world really be able to survive this? There was no doubt that the beginning of the surprise attack was very successful. Even so, the Army of Order had only defeated one-tenth of the Chaos army. Malecis saw his wife, the Eternal Queen Alariel, fighting hard. Her opponent was Lucsius, the chief demon of Sin, and his army of Sin Demons. Those distorted creatures of Sin were fighting with the ancient Ents. Their slender swords and crab pincers were cutting the Ents' bodies apart. The Sin Chariots and Sin Knights were forcibly charging through the rain of arrows from the Avalon sisters.
Alariel stood in the center. Her incarnation of Wind of Life was constantly releasing healing magic to heal the wounds of her comrades, expel the poison, and revive the fallen Elven warriors. Malecis could feel that even with the help of Wind of Life, Alariel's magic power could not keep up with the speed of the Elves' deaths. If it were not for Dursu leading a group of ancient Ents to block Lucsius and his army of Sin Demons, the Eternal Queen would have been in danger long ago.
Dursu was still powerful. Its giant fire-spewing sword and the vines extending from its powerful fists destroyed wave after wave of Sin Demons and Chaos Warriors. But unlike before, the Sin Demons were not afraid of failure.
Malecis's heart was wavering. He knew that the Elves would lose if the battle continued. The Eternal Queen moved back and forth between the two sides of the scale called responsibility and interest until a Sin Demon God in purple armor with many human faces on it, holding a strange scimitar in one hand and countless tentacles in the other, and carrying three bottles of potions on his back stopped him.
What is this? Was this what Malekis thought? A new toy of the Sin Demons?
"Uh-huh, I am Lucius!" The person's voice was disgusting. "Wow, I see that your body is not bad. Are you interested in letting me have a taste?"
Malecis snorted. The Eternal Queen did not say a word. Instead, she drew her sword and started a new battle with Lucius.
Northeast, Northwest, and Southeast, the three battlefields were in full swing. The war in the Southwest did not stop either. The Brittanian army and the Eight Peaks Mountain dwarves had joined forces and were steadily advancing.
Their opponents were the Chosen of Khorne, Skal Bloodrage, and the Valkyrie of Khorne, Bride of Khorne.
Laing sat on the great Griffin Impris and calmly issued one order after another. Behind the shield wall of the Dwarves of Eight Peaks were the Brittany's destructive artillery and magic bombardment. Veronica summoned wave after wave of meteor showers, blasting the Khorne warriors into the sky. Morgiana's group healing magic constantly healed the injured soldiers.
Of course, the strongest was Lilith's AOE buff spell. This time, the Goddess of the Lake's divine light enveloped all the soldiers. When the Chaos energy got close to their bodies, it evaporated. Everyone could feel that the Goddess was looking at them. Her power gave the mortals a boost of confidence. Their wrist strength, stamina, speed, technique, magic resistance, and physical resistance all rose to a new level.
"Today, everyone is qualified to become a Knight of the Holy Grail!" The Goddess of the Lake declared calmly.
The Brittany went crazy. Their fighting spirit was even more violent than the Dwarves'. Not only were they not at a disadvantage in the face of the Khorne warriors, they even crushed them!
In the middle of the battlefield, the Bride of Khorne, with wings on her back and horns on her head, turned around and cut two Brittany knights in half. Her anger was endless. She shouted at a brilliant golden figure on the Brittany side, "Suria! Get out here! "
"I want to have a 1v1 with you!"
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