Ironhide, the incarnation of Wind of the Beasts, had died.
The captain of the Phoenix Guards, Kajol, had died.
On the spot, two magical winds rose up one after another, flying into the air. Standing on top of countless Black Orc corpses, Eichahn immediately stretched out his hand, attempting to bind Wind of Flames.
As long as he could bind Wind of Flames, Eichahn was certain that he would be invincible.
Unfortunately, the Eternal Chosen One did not succeed. It was not because Eichahn did not have the ability to control Wind of Flames. The Eternal Chosen One had the powerful blessings of the Four Gods of Chaos, so of course he had the ability to keep Wind of Flames.
What truly stopped Aichaen's attempt to bind the Wind of Flames was Grimoggi-Ironhide's headbutt. Not only did that headbutt temporarily destroy the Eye of Scherren, a Chaos Divine Artifact, it also made Aichaen dizzy. Streams of blood kept flowing out from under the Crown of the Eternal God's Chosen One, and the surrounding Swords of Chaos knew that it was definitely not watermelon juice.
After taking this hit, Eichahn could not catch his breath for a while. In the end, he let Wind of Flames escape. The Eternal Chosen One cursed Tzeentch for not providing him with enough magical support. Eichahn did not have time to retaliate, he still had other troubles to deal with.
With Ironhide's death, the Green Orc army collapsed. Those weak goblins, the Ogre Battle Gang who had lost their employer, and the Ogre Orcs who had lost their leader all lost their will to fight. Their ending was to be slaughtered by the Chaos Army.
But only this group of Black Orcs was truly an anomaly among anomalies. When they saw Ironhide die in battle, not only did they not collapse, they even went berserk. Although the power of Wind of the Beasts had faded, the power of vengeance for their leader came rolling in. After pausing for two seconds because of their leader's death, these Black Orcs charged at Eichahn and his personal guards, the Swords of Chaos, with even greater passion and anger. Under the frenzy, the Swords of Chaos fell one after another under the Black Orcs' giant axes. The sturdiest shield formation, the densest spear formation, and the invincible cavalry formation were all shattered under the Black Orcs' fierce attacks. This was an incomparably tragic battle. Even the dwarves who hated the Green Orcs the most had to admit that the Black Orcs' desperate struggle had dealt a devastating blow to the Swords of Chaos.
One by one, members of Eichahn's personal guards who had accompanied the Eternal Chosen One to wander the Wastelands in the Far North for hundreds of years fell one after another. Blood spurted out from the shattered Chaos Armor. Machetes cut off their heads, giant axes shattered their shields, and the iron fists of the Black Orcs smashed their skulls through their armor. Eichahn never dreamed that this group of Black Orcs could actually trade one for one with his Swords of Chaos. The huge casualties were too much for the Eternal Chosen One to bear, and he had no choice but to give the order to retreat.
This reduced the pressure on the remaining Order Army in the city, and also gave some fellows a chance.
The chief Grand Wizard of the Empire's Royal Family, Gregg Matak, felt that he had been chosen by a powerful force. The Beast's Wind rushed towards him in an amber glow, carrying fangs, long claws, and fluffy long fur. Matak accepted this force, and before the amber Sanctuary Grand Wizard could even figure out how to use the Beast's Wind, behind him, the White Wolf Sacred Fire in Yurick Castle suddenly burned more vigorously. The shadow of a white wolf rushed out from the fire and crashed into Matak's body from behind.
Matak subconsciously resisted at first, but then he realized some problems, and the Beast Grand Wizard gave up resisting, allowing the White Wolf Sacred Fire to devour him.
The flames recast Matak's body in the burning, and the Beast Grand Wizard directly ascended to the Demigod Realm. The temperature around him dropped rapidly, and frost spread. A giant hammer burning with the White Wolf Sacred Fire appeared in Matak's hand out of thin air. When he opened his mouth, the people of Midden in Yurick Castle all shed tears. They knew that it was Yurick's voice. The White Wolf God had arrived!
"I'm going to kill the Eternal Chosen One!" Yurick controlled Matak's body and revealed his wolf fangs. "Who will come?"
"Yurick! Yurick! Yurick! "The people of Midden were boiling with excitement!
Our God! Our White Wolf God!
The new Kurfürst, Harland, and his wife, Annie, immediately knelt in front of Yurick. "My Lord!"
"Get up!" Yurick glanced at Harland. He wasn't particularly satisfied with this Kurfürst appointed by Boris at the last minute, but he was just generally satisfied. The White Wolf God always felt that if it wasn't for the problem with his original choice, the one kneeling here now would be Laing.
Thinking about it, Yurick felt that he had lost face, so he didn't dwell on it anymore. The White Wolf God immediately ordered the defense of Yurick Castle to be reorganized, and he was prepared to deal with Eichahn personally.
On the other side, the Wind of Flame, after breaking free from Eichahn's restraints, flew directly towards Veronica, who was fighting with the champion of Tzeentech's Chosen One, Zainaik in the air. The female speaker instantly felt the tremendous power brought by the Wind of Flame. She couldn't help but scrape a little powder from it, as a tribute to the big move she had prepared for a long time.
The sky was dyed bright red under Veronica's power, and an eye appeared behind Veronica, covering half the sky.
"Great Spell, Eye of Medusa!" Veronica shouted, and pure flames from the highest heaven swept across the sky, directly enveloping Zainaik's body. The champion of Tzeentech's Chosen One burned in pain, his soul and body were directly burned dry, ending his sinful life.
So the Wind of Flame was such a powerful thing! After releasing her super big move, Veronica only felt that her power was endless. The female speaker immediately planned to bind the Wind of Flame, but Laing had already arrived. "Don't bind the Wind of Flame! Veronica! "
"But! But … "Veronica hesitated when she heard Laing's voice.
"Don't bind the Wind of Flame." Laing repeated. "That's not a power you can control easily! Give it up! "
"Oh, you only know how to bully me!" Veronica saw that Laing's eyes did not look like he was joking, so she could only give up. This was a very painful thing for the female speaker. She reluctantly rejected the Wind of Flame, and her expression was very disappointed. The feeling of losing power was not good at all, even though this power did not belong to her in the first place.
Just as Veronica rejected the Wind of Flame, a teddy bear came out from the crowd and shouted, "I'll do it!"
The Staff of Lilith released a powerful magic power, and the Wind of Flame was guided by this power, and finally bound to the staff of the Lord of Wisdom, Tegris. Following closely behind Tegris were the Moon Goddess Lilith and the Pale Queen Olica. Lilith shouted at Laing, "Laing, quick, go to Uric Castle and let the incarnations carry out the ritual. This is our only chance to defeat Eichahn!"
"Only the ritual?" Laing raised a group of Chaos Warriors with his spear, and the Psionic Melting Ray swept across the entire street along with the Goddess of Vengeance's wave, melting all the enemies. "Didn't you say that you could defeat Eichahn through this?"
"The ritual and dealing with Eichahn must be carried out at the same time." Lilith said to Laing. "We can't put all our eggs in one basket."
"Understood, Brother Rus, Diego." Laing nodded. "Do you still have enough power?"
"Anytime." Rus was injured in many places, but the Wolf King bared his teeth.
"I can't wait." Diego was more injured than Rus, but his spirit was better.
"Very well, let's charge."
The Brittany's horn sounded again. Seeing this, Lilith immediately chanted a large-scale group curse. A rainbow-colored rain fell from the sky, and the Old Guard and a small number of Brittany knights immediately enjoyed the Goddess' super blessings. Now, every one of them was enveloped by the divine light of the Goddess of the Lake. All of their injuries were healed, and their broken limbs were regenerated. Their physical strength was also restored to the peak in one breath. A total of 58 Brittany saw the Goddess's projection come before them, holding the Holy Grail in her hand. "This is the glory you deserve, warrior."
The Knight King's countrymen all cried bitterly, and more than 20 of them were not even Knights.
"As I said, today, everyone is qualified to become a Knight of the Holy Grail." The Goddess of the Lake emphasized with a cold voice. The Goddess came to the middle of the soldiers. "Remember, I am among you, with you. Let this battle be eternal. Our heroic deeds will be praised until the end of the universe!"
"Everything you've done so far has been for this moment. Follow your king and advance!" After the Knight King, Suria also shouted, "For the Lady and the King, for the Brittany!"
The Brittany came. At the entrance of Yuric Castle, Eichahn could hear the battle cries of the Brittany getting closer and closer. There were also those annoying dwarves. The Eternal God's Chosen had also brought over more troops.
The anger of the Black Orcs was gradually swallowed up by the tide of Chaos. No matter how strong these fellows were, there were only a few hundred of Grimogor's tough boys left after the death of the Iron Hide. They were not invulnerable. As Eichahn continued to call in more Chaos troops, the Black Orcs were surrounded by three shield walls along the street. They held on for a long time with great difficulty. Many Black Orcs were trapped in the middle of the six shields and were stabbed hundreds of times by the Warriors of Chaos with their halberds before finally collapsing. There were also some Black Orcs who successively opened many canned food before succumbing to the giant axes. They fought bitterly for a long time before they were completely annihilated.
However, Eichahn was not excited about the battle. The Eternal God's Chosen knew that the Black Orcs had dealt a devastating blow to his army. The Sword of Chaos had been reduced from a thousand men to less than three hundred men. The army of the Four Gods. Not far away, Malecis was finishing off the last Treacherous Demon. That Treacherous Demon actually foolishly wanted to "duel" with Malecis. Halfway through the battle, Malecis used Shadow Wind to teleport behind him and stabbed him in the heart. The Treacherous Demon was instantly turned into ashes by the backlash of the spell.
Charlemagne led the last of the Empire's troops to attack. No one was a match for him. There was no doubt about the might of Gal-Maraz. None could withstand a second blow from the divine hammer until Kabanha, the chief demon of Khorne, came out to stop the Emperor. Eichahn faced the Emperor in his complete form. It was only a matter of time before Kabanha's defeat.
Tyrion, Alariel, Imric, the Shadow King Aris, the Pale Queen Olica. One after another, the Elven Heroes appeared to fight against the apocalypse. Other than Olica's Army of the Underworld which was larger in number, the rest of the Elven Heroes only had a pitiful number of followers. However, they were still able to cause some trouble for the Eternal God's Chosen.
There were also the dwarves, led by the White Dwarves and the Supreme King Solgreen. They had suffered heavy casualties, but their expressions were resolute. Every single one of them was prepared.
Vlad's Army of the Dead tried to intercept some of the Chaos reinforcements. The incarnation of the Wind of Death came very quickly.
"Your power has no advantage here. I've defeated and killed more than one True God." Eichahn expressed his disdain towards Laing who had just arrived.
"That's because you've never met me before." Laing said calmly.
The power of the original made Eichahn feel threatened. He had never felt such a strange power before.
The Eternal God's Chosen suddenly felt strange. Why didn't the Skaven Ratmen appear again after the battle reached its climax?
Chuankuro? What is the Council of Thirteen doing?
Outside the city of Mildenheim, in the Skaven Camp, the atmosphere was heated.
"Super sensitive, it's all because of you."
"With you by my side, I'll never feel lonely."
"Super sensitive, super sensitive …"
"Exclusive warmth, let me get used to it."
"Turn on the radar, I accept your challenge, magnify your love and fill my heart."
The Rats were singing together. Without the Plague Priests, the Plague Incense Burners, and all kinds of poisonous smoke, the Rats below had eaten their fill and were starting to get sick.
"Got it, got it!"
"Pay attention to Jiaran, satisfy your cravings every meal!"
"I can't hug you with the helmet on, I can't protect you with the helmet off!"
"Dad, take me away, dad!!!"
"For you, I'll listen to the cat poison!"
The Great Prophet of Grayclaw, Chuankuro, sat still on his stool. He had seen the message from the Chaos Army urging him to march.
Life as a Rat was not worth it, Chuankuro thought as he recalled Eichahn's spit.
But he could not ignore the orders of the Horned Rat. While Chuankuro was still in a dilemma, he suddenly felt something familiar and terrifying approaching. Chuankuro, who had participated in the Luscia Expedition, knew very well what it was!
Retreat! The Skaven Magic City was no longer a safe place! Life as a Rat was not worth it!
Chuankuro made his decision. He ordered the Skaven Rat Men to retreat to the East.
Under the command of the Great Prophet of Grayclaw, the Skaven Clan began their long journey to the East. Before leaving, Chuankuro looked at the sky and laughed in his heart.
The big one is hot!
The Skaven Rat Men retreated just like that, and the final battle in front of Yorick Castle began.
For centuries, Eichahn had met an opponent who was truly on par with him. Even if he had completely unleashed the power of Uzur, he could only barely match up to Laing's power. The battle between the two sides was intense. Around them, the Sword of Chaos and the Old Guard clashed. The army of the Conclave surrounded this battle and fought for territory.
The Chaos Army still had the advantage in terms of numbers, while the Army of Order had the advantage in terms of high combat power. The two sides engaged in a fierce battle, and the core of the battle was the battle between Laing and Eichahn.
Every attack of Laing's was like a subspace god patrolling the mortal realm, smooth and unparalleled.
Eichahn's sword was like a dark cloud, and every power of the Four Gods of Chaos appeared around him. Black lightning shot out, space reversed, and time reversed. It was a shocking sight.
The Gray Knight's original form against the Eternal God's Chosen. Both sides were unparalleled in strength. Such a battle between masters, they looked down on everything, and their attacks were devastating, shaking the past, present, and future.
No one knew how long this battle lasted. They only had each other in their eyes. The earth-shattering battle continued until the Goddess of Vengeance and the Kingslayer clashed. The collision between the two produced the most brilliant sparks.
Then, the blade shattered.
The divine weapon that had accompanied Laing ever since he came to this world, the Goddess of Vengeance had finally completed her mission. She shattered into pieces of light and dissipated between heaven and earth.
Two cracks appeared on the Kingslayer in Eichahn's hands. The explosion separated Laing and Eichahn, and they both fell hundreds of meters away.
Laing fell in front of Eureka Castle. His original form shook his head from the ruins and spat out a mouthful of blood. Just as he was about to get up, the voice of the Goddess of the Lake was already heard. "Laing! Come in quickly! "
"What?" Laing struggled to get up from the ground. He saw from a kilometer away that Eichahn had been blasted into a pile of ruins, unconscious.
Only then did he realize that the Army of Order outside Eureka Castle had either died in battle or retreated into the castle.
"The ceremony has begun!" The Goddess of the Lake said anxiously. "Quick! I'm going to raise the shield! "
"Alright!"
When Laing retreated into Eureka Castle, the ceremony had already begun. The Eight Winds incarnations were already in position, and the ancient saint instrument was rotating in the air.
Outside Eureka Castle, the footsteps of the Army of Chaos were gradually approaching. Eichahn had also woken up. He was gathering his troops.
Everyone held their breaths and stared at the scene of the ceremony.
The fate of the world would be decided here.
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