The coachman ordered the horses to stop immediately. The horses skidded to the side, and the carriage came to a stop at an extremely fast speed.
The screeching of the brakes and the wooden wheels of the carriage left two long tracks in the swamp near the Spire Palace. At the same time, large amounts of muddy water splashed up.
Laing instinctively felt that something was wrong. His eyes sharpened, and his strong arms suddenly grabbed Juan and pulled him behind him.
"Hmm?" Juan was puzzled, and he subconsciously looked towards the carriage.
At this time, the curtains of the carriage were lifted, revealing five rows of black muskets. All of them were aimed at Laing, who was about to come out to check out the goods.
Before Juan could react, the five rows of muskets on the carriage opened fire at Laing, and the dense barrage of bullets engulfed Laing's figure in an instant.
"Boom! Boom! Boom boom boom boom! "
"Boom boom boom boom!!!"
Hundreds of muskets fired continuously, and only the sound of gunfire could be heard outside the walls of the Spire Palace.
"Sir Laing … What are you doing? Sir Laing?! " Juan only felt a deep fear from the depths of his heart. He looked at Laing in front of him, and his eyes widened. "How can this be? You're actually doing this for someone like me?!"
Juan's voice was drowned out by the sound of gunfire. The young Flaming Sun Knight could only hear the dense gunfire and Laing's angry roar.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ahhhhh!! " Laing's voice was distorted from the pain. By the time the gunfire stopped, the hundred muskets had already fired all their bullets.
A light blue curtain of light completely enveloped the area in front of Ryan. One of his hands was stretched out in the air, and his temples were tense. The psionic light in his eyes was like a nebula and a vortex, spinning and even shooting out from his eyes.
A total of 100 bullets were suspended in the air. Laing's psionic power had already enveloped all the bullets. Within the pale blue light curtain, the bullets were motionless.
Laing's performance was far beyond the coachman's expectations. He stared at the scene dumbfoundedly, not knowing what to do.
"Ahhhh!!!" Laing roared and pushed his hand forward. "Try this!"
The bullets were pushed back by his psionic power! Under the influence of Laing's power, the bullet storm flew back towards the carriage!
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! "The entire carriage was enveloped in a storm of bullets. The exterior and structure of the carriage were riddled with holes from the bullets. The coachman and the two freedmen hidden inside the carriage were hit by several bullets and died on the spot. The workhorse, however, ran wildly in fright, disappearing into the depths of the small forest.
"What?!" Laing stood there and let out a sigh. He laughed self-deprecatingly. "My marksmanship is pretty good!"
"Lai … Laing?!" Juan stood behind Laing in a daze.
"Why did you make that noise, Juan?" Ryan panted and stood up straight. "I'm the Lady's Chosen One champion, Ryan Macado. It's just a few bullets, it's no big deal!"
"But …"
"It is my duty to protect my subordinates!" Ryan's face was ferocious. He took a few deep breaths and stood up. With his psionic power, it was not a problem for him to intercept a hundred bullets without any preparation. However, it would consume a certain amount of energy. He felt that his temples were covered with blue veins. "Damn it, what the hell is going on? Why did the convoy suddenly open fire on me?! "
At this time, the incident near the castle had attracted the attention of almost everyone. They immediately surrounded the fallen carriage. A dozen knights and a large group of serfs cautiously approached the carriage under Laing's orders to check if there was anything wrong with it.
The people in the carriage had been shot into sieves by Laing's counterattack. The carriage and the ground were covered in bright red blood. The knights looked at the dead people's expressions and felt that something was wrong. The three people's expressions were not of extreme fear or unwillingness. They were expressionless. They did not feel the unwillingness and regret of the failed assassination, nor the fear of death. The assassination of Laing seemed to have nothing to do with them.
"Strip their clothes!" Laing squinted and immediately ordered. "Strip them all!"
The soldiers did as they were told.
When they stripped the three people of their clothes, the knights' eyes widened in surprise.
The three people's heads, chests, and backs were branded with the octagonal symbol of Chaos.
"Chaos?" Laing's face gradually changed. He lowered his head and thought.
The recapture of Mu Xilon was a war between humans and the undead. What did the appearance of Chaos mean? Did Chaos want to reap benefits from this war? Or did Laing's existence have attracted the attention of Chaos?
"Sir Laing, this is?" Jerrold came to Laing's side. "Are you hurt? This looks like an assassination attempt. Someone intercepted the transport team, took control of the three serfs, and made them load a hundred muskets. This is a premeditated murder. It looks like … the corruption of Chaos? "
"It should be. But why would Chaos appear here?" Laing nodded, his brows knitted.
The appearance of Chaos would add countless variables to the recapture of Mu Xilon. He knew the strength of Chaos very well. If Chaos really intended to participate in this war, then Laing was not prepared enough.
Was this assassination a prank by Chaos, or was it a test?
"Increase the alert! Tell Sir Bertrand and the wood elves to come see me! " Laing immediately ordered the three serfs' bodies to be burned. After careful inspection of the hundred flintlocks, no signs of corruption were found. Laing used his psionic power to purify the flintlocks and temporarily stored them in the warehouse to be inspected by the dwarven engineers.
In a swamp two kilometers away from where Laing was, a hunched and shriveled Chaos Demon who had transformed into a black two-headed raven was watching all of this. It witnessed its carefully designed assassination plan being broken by Laing. This human hero, the champion of the Chosen One of the Lake Fairies, actually relied on the energy of the subspace to block a hundred flintlocks!
Interesting, this is really interesting. Praise Saint Tzeentch! The two-headed raven spread its wings and cawed in praise of the Chaos Demon.
As the number one demon under Tzeentch, Fate Weaver Carlos had many titles, including "Oracle of Tzeentch", "Guardian of Fate", and "Mocker of Fate". However, his most glorious title was still "Fate Weaver".
The Chaos Demon, Tzeentch, had countless demons under him. Among them, there were quite a number of powerful demons. How could Carlos be the number one demon?
This was related to Carlos' current appearance.
In the Castle of Despair in the center of Tzeentch's Crystal Labyrinth, there was a place that contained all the knowledge and mysteries of the universe. That place was called the Well of Eternity. At the bottom of the well, there was an unfathomable black water that spat out bubbles. This black water contained endless knowledge, but also endless danger. Even Tzeentch, the Chaos Demon, did not dare to touch this black water.
The only thing that Tzeentch was afraid of was the opportunity and danger. The cunning Master of Fate did not want to take the risk himself. He decided to let his servant be the pathfinder. At a suitable opportunity, Carlos was pushed into the Well of Eternity by Tzeentch.
Ever since Carlos struggled to climb out of the deep well, he had become like this. He had become abnormally old, hunched and shriveled. His huge wings had shrunk into short stumps and he had two heads. However, he could see secrets that even Tzeentch could not.
His left head could see the future clearly. There was no conspiracy that could escape his eyes. His right head could see the past objectively. The power of the past and the future entered his shriveled and twisted body when he passed through the well. Having this kind of foresight came with a heavy price. As the price, both of his heads were blind in the real world. He could not sense the passage of time. He could only sense that something was about to happen or had already ended at a certain point in time.
In the Well of Eternity, Carlos saw the true meaning of eternity and how the world was destined to be destroyed by the Chaos Demon. Since then, this Chaos Demon had become Tzeentch's favorite. He often sat on Tzeentch's right hand and stirred the dark well water while whispering secrets that only he could see to Tzeentch. These secrets allowed Tzeentch to have a deeper understanding of eternity and his own plans.
Carlos also gained endless knowledge in the Well of Eternity. He knew all the existing spells, as well as all kinds of runes, symbols, and secret words with mysterious powers. This ability made him the Chaos Demon's most favored Oracle and the number one Demon under him. Tzeentch also gave his most powerful Tzeentch Demon Army, the Eternal Army, to Carlos to command. Only the most crucial plans and the most terrifying missions required Carlos and his Eternal Army.
Carlos originally thought that his carefully planned assassination would at least hurt Laing. However, the current situation was not unacceptable. Tzeentch transformed into a crow and stood on a tree branch, thinking about his plan.
This was the agreement between the great and omnipotent Saint Tzeentch and Matthew Bard. The Tzeentch Demon Army would defeat Laing.
And now, the plan was about to begin!
Carlos let out a silent scream. Under his command, the crack between the subspace and the real world began to tear apart.
The war was about to begin!
On the other side, Laing and the others were still thinking about what happened outside the city. Laing instinctively thought that there must be a reason for Chaos to appear here. However, there were very few clues so far that he could not deduce what happened. For the time being, he could only deduce that Chaos had participated in his war to reclaim Muxilon.
When he lowered his head and wanted to continue thinking, a violent throbbing made Laing look up at the sky without hesitation.
The sky near the Spire Palace was undergoing a terrifying change.
The first thing that came into the sight of the defenders were hundreds of Pink Fear Demons. This was the lowest level of Tzeentch Demons. Their bodies would show mottled and chaotic colors.
Most of the humans did not know what this was, but it did not stop them from warning.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! "
The defenders of the Spire Palace immediately went into action. The soldiers on the city walls began to prepare for battle. The serf archers, serf crossbowmen, and musketeers immediately raised their long-range weapons and fired at these strange creatures.
These Tzeentch Demons seemed to be very weak. Under the attack of the arrows and musket bullets, they screamed and exploded into pieces. Even if a small number of Pink Fear Demons managed to climb up the city walls, they were immediately killed by the soldiers.
"What is this?!"
"I don't know. Maybe it's some cutie from the forest?"
"In any case, just shoot."
The serf soldiers on the city walls soon realized that these Pink Fear Demons that were constantly changing their forms were vulnerable. As the battle progressed, they began to relax.
Reality proved that this was a terrible mistake.
Hordes of Pink Fear Demons appeared from the void. Their numbers were increasing. As these Pink Fear Demons were too weak, after the defenders activated the cannons, thousands of Pink Fear Demons were quickly slaughtered. They did not pose enough of a threat to the Spire Palace.
However, they had absorbed enough energy!
As more and more Pink Fear Demons died in battle, the Wind of Chaos that they released when they died began to condense near the Spire Palace. A huge crystal door appeared in front of everyone.
The colorful and turbid Wind of Chaos was constantly injected into the crystal door. The treacherous Chaos Demons had set up the door just outside the firing range of the cannons.
After a total of 20,000 Pink Fear Demons were killed, the door opened.
The Tzeentch Demon Army officially appeared from the door. When the door opened a crack, a group of small, flat demons with wings and tails flew out from the crystal door. Their blue bodies almost covered the sky. They glided directly towards the guards on the city walls!
Laing and the rest had already retreated into the castle. He raised Mjolnir. "Those are Screamers! Fire! Soldiers! Focus fire on them! Take cover! "
"Yes, sir!" The serf soldiers responded loudly. The soldiers began to focus fire on the flying demons. Under the dense barrage of bullets and arrows, the flying demons fell in droves. Their bodies were so weak that they could not withstand a single blow from mortal weapons. However, when they approached the city walls, Laing immediately shouted, "Take cover, soldiers! Get down! "
Most of the serf soldiers followed Laing's orders. However, there were still many who were too slow.
In the blink of an eye, the soldiers' bodies were cut into pieces by the flying demons' sharp fangs, horns, and spikes. In the rain of blood, more than 20 human soldiers were turned into a pile of shredded corpses.
The long-range firepower of the defenders was greatly suppressed. None of the long-range infantry dared to stand up from behind the battlements to face the creatures. Only the dwarven infantry could barely fight back.
"What's going on?!" Sorceress Teresa and Lake Goddess Witch Morgiana both rushed to the top of the city walls. Before Teresa could react, she was pulled into Laing's arms.
Five Screamers flew past the sorceress' original position. An ice sorceress apprentice did not react in time and was directly cut in half by the Tzeentch demon. Blood spurted everywhere.
"Tzeentch demon!" Morgiana immediately recognized the enemy. The Lake Goddess Witch immediately released a life spell. "Thorn Shield!"
Thistles and thorns formed a shield that covered the city wall, blocking the attacks of these flying demons.
"Frost Nova!" Teresa also immediately chanted a spell. The sorceress' spell exploded among the flying demons and froze dozens of Screamers.
The pressure on the city walls lessened. The human army began to realize that the situation was not good. The knights and squires began to join the battle. The Lake Goddess Prophets chanted spells and prepared to fight.
"This is the Tzeentch Demon Army!" Laing gathered psionic energy in his eyes and raised his hand. "Psionic Storm!"
Several light blue lightning bolts shot out from his hand. The champion of the Lake Goddess immediately sensed danger. He pushed Morgiana and Teresa away and used Mjolnir with both hands to attack the transparent air around him.
"Crack ~"
"Crack ~"
On the tip of Mjolnir, the anti-magic runes flashed. In between the torn mortal world and the chaotic realm, the Tzeentch Demon, Carlos the Weaver of Fate had appeared. Other than his crooked and ugly appearance, he was covered in blue demonic armor. The staff in his hand was spitting out colorful flames.
"I've been discovered? Interesting! "Carlos directly shot out a colorful flame at Laing." The champion of the False God's Chosen! Nice to meet you. I am the number one demon under the True God – Saint Tzeentch, Carlos the Weaver of Fate. "
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