Inside the sanatorium, Shaliah's believers were celebrating.
Outside the sanatorium, the Wind of Chaos began to sweep across this prosperous land.
As the Wind of Chaos became more violent, the territory of Nurgle began to appear. Groups of Nurgle demons were entering the prime material world under the terrifying will of the Evil God.
First, there were groups of Nurgle spirits. These little things with fat bodies and big mouths were emitting a charming green light. They looked like elves in the night, but they were not cute at all. On the contrary, the appearance of these creatures meant the spread of poisonous gas and germs.
Then, there was a large group of Chaos soldiers. Hundreds of Chaos soldiers poured into the battlefield under the call of the Evil God. These Nurgle Chaos soldiers held broken weapons that were rusty and even riddled with holes. Their green armor was full of rusty holes. What was more terrifying was that their bodies were like their weapons and armor. Their swollen limbs were full of sarcomas and lumps. Their round bellies had been torn open, and thick fat and intestines were exposed outside their limbs.
Groups of Chaos demons appeared behind the Chaos soldiers. Most of them had fat and rotten bodies. The Army of Chaos was gradually entering the battlefield, and some Army of Chaos had begun to approach the sanatorium.
"Oh my god, what is that?" The appearance of a large group of Chaos demons and Chaos soldiers attracted the attention of the nearby serfs. The serfs looked at this terrifying army with dull eyes.
"Help … Help!"
"Oh my god, the end is coming!"
"My lady, save me!"
The serfs fled in all directions. They fled in endless panic. Those who were slow to escape were killed on the spot. Wherever the Rotten Army passed, all the farmland turned into a quagmire, all the food turned into sludge, and all the creatures were shrouded in disease. Black flies surrounded this green army and marched in the dark wilderness.
The number of this Army of Chaos increased. When the number of the army exceeded three hundred, the first Nurgle Chosen Warrior appeared.
(Let me emphasize that I'm not the Chosen One champion)
It was a giant humanoid creature with a height of more than 2.4 meters. It had an extremely bloated body and a foul smell. A round helmet completely covered its huge head from front to back. Only a few small holes in front of the helmet seemed to be used to look outside. This creature was like a round ball full of spikes, with various hooks and iron rods hanging on it. The skin behind its armor melted at the touch. Under the love and blessing of Nurgle, it had to wrap itself with ropes and heavy plate armor to prevent its internal organs from flowing out.
They had long lost their sense of pain, and the Evil God was a kind and fat grandfather in their mouths. He was tolerant of everyone, like a kind father guiding his beloved children.
Therefore, as the beloved sons of the God's Chosen Warriors, they were willing to fight for their loving father.
Behind this God's Chosen Warrior, more God's Chosen Warriors appeared. Their armor flowed with a murky liquid.
In the sanatorium, the archbishop of the Church of the Goddess of Mercy turned pale when she heard the report of the fugitive serfs. The beautiful middle-aged woman muttered to herself, "I should have thought of it, I should have thought of it."
"I should have thought of why the sanatorium that developed the malaria cure was immediately set on fire and burned to the ground." The archbishop of the Goddess of Mercy's body was on the verge of collapse. She realized that she should have thought of this earlier.
The fire was not an accident at all, but the Evil God did not allow the cure to appear at all!
She should have thought of it, but the entire Church of the Goddess of Mercy was completely immersed in the joy of the epoch-making discovery and the cure of the chronic disease. She and the priest of the church had not thought about this problem carefully at all!
The guard beside her quickly rushed up to support her. "Archbishop, what should we do now?"
"… Evacuate, evacuate the wounded and the patients in the sanatorium. Jon, send someone to the Culona Palace to inform Richard! Ask His Majesty to send troops to help. Raymond, take this and go to the Grail Cathedral. Ask Her Highness Morgiana to lead the Grail Knights to help! " The archbishop immediately ordered. She took out two silver badges one after the other. In the middle of the badges was a white dove.
This was the holy emblem of the Goddess of Mercy, Shariah.
"Yes!" Immediately, a Shrine Guard rode off on his horse.
"Also, immediately take that parchment … What?" The archbishop picked up the rotten parchment.
The words and images on the parchment had disappeared.
"Archbishop, it's fine. We've memorized the formula. Let's go, Archbishop! Or we'll be surrounded! "A temple guard said anxiously.
"… Go, retreat, retreat, protect the patients, retreat!" The archbishop made the decision to retreat. She looked at the sanatorium outside the city reluctantly. It had taken the Church of the Goddess of Mercy a lot of effort to build it.
The Church of the Goddess of Mercy had never been a particularly wealthy church because they always spent a lot of effort to help the poor and sick. However, the large number of poor people and their needs made this work even more difficult. The best doctors were often controlled by powerful churches such as the Church of Justice or the Convent of the Holy Virgins, or they worked in the palace. The Church of the Goddess of Mercy often could only treat some simple symptoms. The doctors of the church were always overworked and had scarce resources.
However, the Church of the Goddess of Mercy was always generously funded and supported by many nobles. This was because the nobles did not want infectious diseases to wreak havoc in their own territories. The noblewomen liked to express their kindness in this way. In return, they could socialize in the Church of the Goddess of Mercy. On their birthdays, Shariah's priests would appear to bless them.
Therefore, the Church of the Goddess of Mercy was probably one of the most loved and respected churches in the old world. Commoners and nobles alike loved them.
"Retreat! Retreat! " There were dozens of temple guards, and there were even many temple knights among them. In addition to the militia that had rushed over after hearing the news, the Church of the Goddess of Mercy quickly organized an army of more than two hundred people. More and more militia teams were joining in.
In the distance, the Nurgle army was rolling in. These creatures of Chaos crushed everything in their path, carving a path of decay in the prosperous plains of Culona. Fortunately, just like their master, the army was much slower than an ordinary army of Chaos. They marched with heavy steps, leaving behind mud puddles as they made their way to the sanatorium.
The army had to protect the injured and did not run far before the Nurgle army finally approached.
"Fire!" The temple guards shouted loudly. The serf archers took out the short bows on their backs and released a rain of arrows in the direction of the Nurgle army.
"Ah! Woo! Master, save me! " Many fragile Nurgle spirits were hit. They screamed in pain as they floated in the air. Then, they quickly exploded into a bloody mist, leaving behind a green gas and a foul stench.
The dead Nurgle spirits could not scare off the Chaos soldiers. Under the command of the Nurgle God's chosen warriors, they slowly moved forward. The serf archers' arrows had no effect on them. Those arrows that lacked strength and accuracy might be able to pierce through the festering skin and swollen pustules of the Chaos soldiers, but that was it.
Nurgle loved every one of its believers. Its believers had long been deprived of their sense of pain by their master. They would no longer feel pain. In the endless rebirth and continuous decay, the Nurgle army approached.
At this time, the Nurgle army had swelled to more than two thousand, and the Church of the Goddess of Mercy had gathered hundreds of militia.
"Focus, get into formation, and prepare to meet the enemy!" The temple guards shouted.
The serfs raised their spears in fear and trepidation. They chanted the names of the Goddess of the Lake or the Goddess of Mercy, Shalia. The knights had not arrived yet. They had to face the Army of Chaos in front of them alone.
The hearts of many serfs were shrouded in complete fear. Those tall Chaos soldiers that were no longer humanoid and those Nurgle God's chosen warriors that were like hills were oppressing and tormenting their hearts.
The tip of the spear was trembling crazily.
As they approached, the first Chaos soldier rushed into the spear formation formed by the serf infantry. Although their bodies were pierced by several spears, they did not seem to feel pain under the blessing of the Evil God. This powerful Chaos soldier ignored the spears stirring in his body and slashed down with his axe. The spearmen at the front were instantly killed.
Then it grabbed a desperate serf and smashed him with its head, which was covered with an iron helmet.
Brains splattered, and half of the serf's head was smashed off.
"Ahhhhhhh!" The serf spearmen nearby saw the horrifying scene in front of them. Their morale plummeted. Almost all the serfs were shaken. This Chaos soldier attracted the attention of all the serfs nearby. Under the command of the temple guards, more than a dozen serfs stabbed the Chaos soldier together.
"Pfft!" The spears were almost unhindered. They all pierced through the flesh smoothly, turning the Chaos soldier into a hedgehog.
The Chaos soldier finally fell to the ground under the fatal attacks. Before it died, it killed five or six serfs in a row. In the end, it was pierced through the neck and died.
None of the infantrymen had the energy to cheer for victory because more Chaos Warriors had rushed into the army formation. The Chosen Warriors of Nurgle had appeared. They strode into the army formation and swung their axes, taking three heads off.
The infantry broke down.
"Help! My lady, save me! "
"No, I don't want to die."
"My lady, please have mercy on me."
"Lady Shalia, please give me courage!"
"Ahhhhhh!"
After holding on for only a minute, the serf infantry regiment had collapsed. Almost all the serfs were screaming and running for their lives. Their faces were filled with extreme fear, and they wanted to retreat from the crowd with their hands and feet. They had completely lost their fighting spirit.
The collapse of one line led to the collapse of the entire battlefield. Although the temple guards fought with all their strength, they were outnumbered and drowned in the tide of the Nurgle army.
At this time, the wounded and sick who were at the rear were exposed to the Nurgle army.
The cruel massacre began. A large number of wounded, defeated soldiers, and patients were scattered in the field. They desperately shouted the names of the Nymphs in the lake and the gods they believed in, as well as the names of the Knights of Grail that they knew, but they never got any response. The soldiers of Chaos slowly tore them apart with rusty swords and axes. The Demons of Chaos spewed out a large amount of acid, and many wounded soldiers and patients were corroded into a pool of blood.
The despair of the mortals had been transmitted to the mysterious subspace, and the wind of magic became more violent.
The Kingdom of Corrosion was finally completely connected to the main material world.
A large mass of green matter was thrown into the real world by the Nurgle army.
This thing looked like a four-meter-tall fatty. It was green all over and had an extremely fat and rotten body. Its face, which could no longer be called a face, had a bloody mouth and two round eyes. The fat on its chin had already covered its neck. Its huge ruptured belly fell to the ground before its stubby legs. Its oily intestines hung on the outside, and many rotten heads hung on its two sharp horns. This creature held a huge sword in its hand, and with one strike, it cut two Divinity Temple Knights who were struggling to resist in half.
The archbishop of the Goddess of Mercy looked back and gasped, "This is … the Great Unclean One? The Chaos Demon! "
"It's the Great Demon!" A temple knight shouted in despair.
"It's the Great Demon, we're finished!"
"We're dead! Everything will be completely destroyed in the hands of the Great Demon! "
"My lady, save us!"
Despair filled the wilderness. All the humans were frantically running away, wanting to get away from here and away from evil.
"Quick! Retreat! " The resistance had failed, and the Church of the Goddess of Mercy could only run for their lives like stray dogs. The sanatorium in the distance was already filled with smoke, and many precious herbs and books had turned to ashes. The archbishop of the Church of Mercy knew that they could not turn back now, or they would all die together. The only thing they could do was run as far as possible to ensure that the formula of the special medicine was left behind for the benefit of the people.
"Catch up to them, destroy, the formula!" The Great Demon of Nurgle spoke. It opened its bloody mouth and revealed a two-meter-long tongue covered in pustules and worms. At the tip of the long tongue was a demon's face, and this face also had a mouth with dense rows of sharp teeth.
It was called the Pus Controller, a great demon under the command of the Nurgle army. Today, it would bring destruction and decay to the Knight King, and victory and souls back to the subspace.
Under the threat of the great demon, the Nurgle army regrouped. The Chaos Warriors and Chaos Demons reluctantly gave up on slaughtering mortals. They formed a loose and disorderly formation, preparing to march towards Kurona.
"Toot … Toot …"
When the Army of Chaos was still regrouping, a loud horn sounded in the distance. This sound was like the roar of a lion, dispelling evil in the dark night sky and bringing light.
"Toot … Toot …"
"They're here … Weak, weak, mortals." The Pus Controller spat out a stream of acid, melting the Chaos Warriors in front of it into pieces. It opened its mouth and glared into the distance.
At the end of the wilderness, the sound of horses galloping could be heard.
Shining armor, raised flags, mounted lances, and colorful emblems. On the other side of the horizon, the light dispelled the darkness, and the light of hope poured into the hearts of the collapsing humans.
The knights were here.
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