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Dawn broke. About 30 kilometers away from Landuin's tomb, the Tzeentch Eternal Legion and the Nurgle Plague Legion were still fighting.
Carlos, the Weaver of Fate, was covered in wounds all over his body. His originally bald feathers had almost all been plucked clean. The Plague Greatsword's movements were not fast, but Carlos was shrouded by the terrible plague. His speed had slowed down, and as he breathed, the Weaver of Fate could smell the rotting of his internal organs.
The Father of Plague wasn't in a good condition either. This five to six meters tall Nurgle's number one demon was scorched and penetrated by the spells and attacks of the Weaver of Fate. One of his eyes was burned blind and one of his horns was severed.
The entire swamp was filled with traces of the battle between the Nurgle Demons and the Tzeentch Demons.
The witchcraft flames of the Tzeentch Demons clashed with the unique pus of the Nurgle Demons. In the fierce tug-of-war, the two Chaos Demon Legions fought bravely with the thought of not giving up until they completely annihilated their opponents. They didn't care about casualties at all.
The fluffy flies born in the Nurgle Garden buzzed in thick, black swarms under the sky. The tiny Nurgle Demons sang the praises of the loving Father. The Nurgle Demons that carried a large number of plagues extinguished the witchcraft flames of the Tzeentch Demons one after another.
Of course, demon weapons could injure these disgusting Nurgle demons, but to them, unless it was a critical part, it would only add another wound on their festering and decaying skin. This was nothing to the Nurgle demons because their bodies were already riddled with holes and oozing pus everywhere in the decay, festering, and plague.
After the Tzeentch Demons' weapons hurt the Nurgle Demons, they didn't even bleed. All kinds of intestinal fluids, bile, pus, and body oil spurted out. The Nurgle Demons' skin broke with a poke, and apart from the wounds becoming deeper, the Nurgle Demons didn't even feel any pain.
But the Nurgle Demons also had a weakness, and that was their slow movements. Their overinflated bodies and ruptured torsos made it difficult for them to move. Therefore, their movements were rather sluggish.
Even so, the Tzeentch Demons were at a disadvantage in the battle against the Nurgle Demons. The blue Eternal Legion was gradually losing to the green Plague Legion.
The Weaver of Fate knew what was going on, and just the thought of it made both of its bird heads fume with anger.
Ever since the Tzeentch Demon Army had arrived in Brittania, they had gone through several battles. Even though they had won, they had still suffered some losses. Naturally, they could not compare to the Plague Legion that was at full strength.
. Weaver of Fate........ the Weaver of course should've won against the Father of the Plague, Ku-Gaz.... But in the battle with the Knight's army, Laing, Kalad........... to the Weaver of course, the Father of the plague Father Plague, Ku-Gaz..............
. This can't go on! The Fate Weaver realized that it had to quickly decide the victor between it and the Father of Pestilence, or it would sooner or later be drained of its lifeforce by the plague of Nurgle. Out of meticulous planning and consideration, Kallos quickly spread its wings and rapidly closed the distance between it and the Great Demon Nurgle.
The Father of Pestilence, Ku-Gaz, had also seen through Carlos' plan, but the Great Demon Nurgle was indeed not known for his speed. In the blink of an eye, the Weaver of Fate had already flown above the Father of Pestilence's head and swung his Witchcraft Scepter down. Very few things could survive the Weaver of Fate's fierce attack.
Ku-Gaz would definitely not do nothing. The number one great demon under Nurgle knew that it was impossible for him to dodge Carlos' attack, so he immediately raised his plague greatsword to block.
The huge shockwave overturned all the Chaos Demons nearby. The battle between the two Chaos Demons was enough to turn the onlookers into pieces.
The Witchcraft Scepter smashed against the Pestilence Greatsword. The Weaver of Fate glared angrily at the fat and ugly face of the Pestilence Father. If it weren't for the Nurgle demons, it would have completed its plan!
The scepter smashed heavily on the surface of the Pestilence Greatsword, and a pungent green mist gushed out. The poisonous mist from the Pestilence Greatsword could instantly kill most mortals in the mortal world. Even the Weaver of Fate couldn't open his eyes because of the poisonous mist.
"Carlos, you and your master, the God of Crows, are destined to fail. This is the law of the Realm of Chaos!" Ku-Gaz roared.
"Watch your own destruction! Ku-Gaz! " The Weaver of Fate also roared. It did not stop chanting for a moment, and its cold and merciless tone became even faster.
When the colorful Tzeentech Holy Fire spewed out from its staff, the Weaver of Fate's Weaver of Fate's Weaver of Fate's Weaver of Fate's Weaver of Fate's Weaver of Fate's Weaver of Fate could only feel its eyes being devoured by the flames. Ku-Gaz was deprived of all its senses. The Magic Fire dispersed its poisonous fog and burned its body. The Holy Fire of Tzeentech caused great pain to Nurgle Demon. The Father of the Plague screamed and fell backward. Its entire face and chest were charred black by the flames.
"I will not return to my master's garden!"
The Father of the Plague erupted with unparalleled anger. It let out a scream of pure hatred. Ku-Gaz's stomach suddenly swelled up. It opened its mouth and spat out a large stream of plague pus that was more than three meters tall and two meters wide!
All the Tzeentech Demons that tried to protect the Weaver of Fate instantly melted into this extremely terrifying filth. In the end, only a puddle of yellowish-green pus was left in the entire place.
"Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhh! " The Weaver of Fate could only feel its entire body melting. It let out the most miserable screams, and all the Tzeentech Demons that tried to protect it were instantly devoured and melted into the filth.
The two Chaos Demons were severely injured at the same time. Ku-Gaz tore at its skin in pain. It took a long time for it to barely escape from the Weaver of Fate's Weaver of Fate's Flames. The several large burnt holes on its body caused the number one demon under Nurgle Demon to be in extreme pain.
On the other hand, the Weaver of Fate was definitely not in a good state. None of the Chaos demons, including the Nurgle demons, dared to approach the region covered in the pus that the Father of Pestilence vomited. The smell of the bubbling, boiling, and rolling yellowish-green pus was enough to make even the most powerful Chaos demons faint on the spot.
Relying on the exhaustion of all its magic power at the last moment, the Weaver of Fate barely managed to avoid being melted into a puddle of pus. It struggled to get up. The Tzeentech Demon's body was corroded by the pus. The feathers on its wings were burned clean, and every wound on its body was so deep that its bones could be seen. One of its bird's necks was almost burnt off, and the other was not much better.
But it still managed to crawl out of the filth, even if it was in a sorry state.
The serious injuries of the two Chaos Demons had greatly affected the stability of the connection between the mortal world and the Realm of Chaos. After losing their energy, the Eternal Army of Tzeentech and the Plague Demon Legion of Nurgle Demons turned into ashes in droves. The remaining few demons were still struggling at death's door. They were either praising Saint Tzeentech or thanking the love of their father.
"Huff … Huff …" Ku-Gaz tried to raise its Plague Greatsword. Carlos knew that he could not give the Nurgle Demon a chance to recover. He released the last of his power and flashed in front of Ku-Gaz. "Fight against the Master of Fate, and you will suffer!"
Five Holy Artifacts appeared in Carlos's hand.
They were the five lost holy relics of Brittany, five lances given to the twelve first-generation Knights of the Holy Grail by the Fairy of the Lake.
"This is …" The Nurgle Demon's eyes widened. "You actually …"
The heavily injured Father of Plague was finally unable to fight against the holy relics summoned by Carlos. It watched helplessly as the five lances pierced its chest under the control of the Weaver of Fate.
Accompanied by a shrill scream, the heart of the Father of Plague was completely pierced through by the five lances. The Weaver of Fate screamed, "You will not defeat me here! Ku-Gaz! "
"Ugh …" Ku-Gaz panted heavily. It had lost. It knew that it would be exiled.
"Don't be complacent too early." Ku-Gaz suddenly laughed. Before the Nurgle Demon died, it grabbed Carlos' arm. "The whole world will fight against you! You've already lost, Carlos. This won't be your last defeat. "
After he finished speaking, Nurgle screamed. His body collapsed, and as he wailed, he disintegrated and turned into ashes.
With the defeat of the Father of Plague, the entire Nurgle Demon Legion also lost its connection to the mortal world. All the Nurgle Demons automatically melted as they screamed.
Only the Tzeentch Demons were left in Muxilon's swamp. When the Weaver of Fate recovered from the joy of defeating the Father of Plague, it had already sensed that something was wrong.
It was noon. The Tzeentch Demon Legion that Carlos was once extremely proud of was now less than ten percent left. The original tens of thousands of Chaos Demons had been reduced to less than a thousand. The portal had been destroyed by the Nurgle Demons.
To make matters worse, the Weaver of Fate was severely injured. The disgusting pus was still corroding its body. It tried to cast a healing spell, but it could not feel any magic power. It was the same for the Tzeentch Demons under its command. Many Tzeentch Demons were not injured at all and were destroyed on the spot due to the weakening of the Wind of Chaos.
At this moment, the sound of a horn rang.
"Toot … Toot …"
The allied forces of the humans, dwarves, and wood elves who had been watching the whole battle not far away reentered the battlefield and firmly surrounded the Weaver of Fate and its Eternal Army!
The cannons from the Empire's army and the dwarves' army fired at full speed. The artillery fire covered the entire position of the Tzeentch Demon Legion.
Arrows were like rain. The wood elves and humans drew their bows together. The rainstorm of arrows harvested the remaining Tzeentch Demons one after another. The dwarven gunners and human gunners opened fire together, killing the strong enemies with a dense barrage of bullets.
Damn it! The Weaver of Fate had already sensed that something was extremely wrong. Before it could react, the entire battlefield was completely covered by the sound of a huge cannon.
"Boom!!!"
The holy light of the Lake Fairy shrouded the battlefield. A terrible artillery shell landed where Carlos was. In the dazzling light and the earth-shattering explosion, a dozen Tzeentch Demons around Carlos were blown to pieces on the spot.
This was the power of the super-heavy artillery "Morgiana's New Toy", a killing weapon newly developed by Laing through the combination of the power of the gods and dwarves' engineering.
"Ugh!" One of the Weaver of Fate's wings was blown off in the explosion. It had already lost the ability to fly. Currently, it was only relying on the Witchcraft Scepter to support its body and not fall. It screamed powerlessly, angrily berating the shameless and despicable races of Order. It also cursed the damned Nurgle and its Nurgle Demon Legion for being ignorant of the situation.
It was losing this war.
In the east, Laing, covered in silver flames, rode the huge Griffin Impris all the way. All the Tzeentch Demons in front of him fled in panic. Those who tried to stop the Chosen Champion of the Lake Fairy were all wiped out. The Griffin's sharp claws tore and crushed the Tzeentch Demons and charged directly toward Carlos.
In the south, the knights of the Brittany and the Empire had gathered. Under the leadership of the three Holy Grail Grand Knights, Berchemund, François, and Kalad, they launched a final charge. The hooves of the horses thundered and the spears were like a forest of trees.
In the west, the wood elves under the leadership of Ao Laing and Aralos blew the Wild Horn. Woodland Cavalry, Wild Cavalry, Wild Forest Rangers, and Sword Dancers formed a green wave. Ao Laing charged at the front, ready to take Carlos's bird head as its best prize.
This time, even the most confident demon under Tzeentch felt that things were not going well. It was heavily injured and no longer had the ability to deal with so many powerful enemies at the same time.
It tried to retreat, but the Weaver of Fate knew that it was not a bunch of idiots under the Kusa, and it would not fight to the death. Just as the Allied Forces of Order from three directions were sweeping away the demons and closing in on its location, Carlos finally decided to retreat.
Its figure began to drift. It was leaving the mortal world and returning to Tzeentch's Crystal Maze in the Realm of Chaos.
The remaining Tzeentch demons fought with their lives to stop the attack of Leon and the others so that Carlos could leave with the Holy Relic. The remaining Tzeentch demons were all powerful beings that Carlos favored the most. They delayed the attack of the allied army.
It seemed that no one could stop the Weaver of Fate from leaving.
And there was a god who had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
The thick clouds parted under the divine light of the Goddess, and the beautiful figure of the Goddess of the Lake appeared in the mortal world. Lilith's eyes were tightly shut as she chanted an ancient spell, and a shining white energy vortex engulfed the body of the Weaver of Fate, pulling the Chaos Great Demon into the trap of light woven by the Goddess.
"No! No! "In the vortex of light, the Great Demon of Tzeentch roared madly.
"Don't you dare take my Holy Relic away from the mortal world!" The Goddess of the Lake's face was cold and angry. She increased the output of her divine power. "Go back to your filthy Realm of Chaos! Lackey of the Evil God! "
"No! No! No! I won't fail like this! I will return, and when that time comes, the mortal world will be destroyed! The moment of the end is coming! " In the net of light of the Goddess, the Weaver of Fate's body was torn to pieces, and the Great Demon of Tzeentch who caused trouble for Mu Xilon was banished.
With Carlos' banishment, all the Tzeentch demons automatically disintegrated, and the Eternal Army was expelled from the mortal world.
The five Holy Relic fell on Mu Xilon's swamp.
Before the Allied Armies could celebrate their victory, the Goddess of the Lake warned, "Knights, it's not time to celebrate victory yet!"
"While you are fighting the Chaos Army, Mu Xilon's Viper, the Black Knight Matthew Bad's army is approaching the capital!"
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