The never-ending storm was wreaking havoc on the corrupted land. If the Kurgan Prairie had a beautiful history, it was all in the past. Now, what was left for everyone was a land that had become barren due to the corruption of Chaos. The prairie was still a prairie, but it had long been filled with flames of war. All the tribes that believed in Chaos were crazily attacking and killing each other.
Now, in front of a Chaos runestone, the Noskas, the Mongols, and the Kurgans were preparing to fight, attracting the attention of the Dark Gods. At this time, the Dark Moon Moslib was hanging high in the sky, and the power of Chaos was ushering in a new tide.
This was the best time to win the attention of the True Gods!
Traveler listened to the Kurgan rider and laughed shrilly. His body shook as he laughed, and his laughter seemed to be filled with a different kind of emotion. "I know, I know where that is. That is Kadasa, the place where a demon prince ascended."
The Chaos runestone. After the demon prince ascended, he would leave such a runestone at the place, recording his great and legendary story. Ascension was the highest reward that the Evil Gods of Chaos could give to their followers.
However, the traveler did not seem to care about this reward. "A group of idiots who have been bewitched by power. Once they become demons, they will lose themselves forever. Their lives and souls have become playthings in the hands of the gods. And this group of idiots think that they have gained a lot, but they have lost even more."
"Hmph, hmph, hmph, hmph." Traveler's tone was indifferent, as if he did not care about the highest reward.
This enraged the rider of Kurgan, and the two sides immediately turned from companions to enemies. The knight of Kurgan pulled out his sword. His overly strong and bulging body was not fast, but he had great strength. He shouted at the traveler, "You don't know anything! Idiot! This is blasphemy! You don't understand the True Gods' mercy and love for us? Die! For the love of a father! "
"For the love of a father!" Thousands of Kurgan riders immediately entered battle mode. There was only fanaticism and bloodlust on their faces. The axes and swords in their hands did not hesitate to slash at Traveler's followers.
"… As expected, this is the easiest." Traveler gripped the sword at his waist. "Death of Kings!"
A longsword that was burning with Chaos Flame was unsheathed. This longsword was stained with the blood of more than twenty human kings.
Five minutes later.
Nearly 1,000 corpses of Kurgan horsemen were scattered all over the prairie. The faces of the Kurgan horsemen were still filled with deep fear. If they had been seeking the attention and blessings of the Chaos Evil God all their lives, they had already obtained them. This wonderful battle had already attracted the Evil God's hurried glance. The Evil God's satisfied laughter could be heard amidst the strong winds on the prairie.
They got what they wanted, but the price was their lives.
The Kurgan rider, who had been arrogant and arrogant earlier, was now kneeling in front of Traveler. The Flame of Chaos on the blade of the Death of Kings was burning his body and soul. His shoulder was pressed down by the terrifying sword. Extreme fear and suffocation filled his heart. His words became intermittent. "I … You … No, don't kill me! No! "
"Submit, or die." Traveler's words were also intermittent. Or rather, his attention was not focused on the person in front of him at all.
He could feel that the incessant storm, the world of energy, or the Kingdom of Chaos as the people respectfully called it, was beginning to greedily transform and expand. Under its influence, the entire northern land was wailing and shuddering as if a sleeper that was haunted by nightmares was tossing and turning in its sleep. The tombs left behind by war were spitting out the dead that could not rest in peace from the soil. Every female creature and the unborn human females were receiving the filthy but rich blessings from the Chaos, and everyone understood that all of this was a sign that great changes were about to happen.
The Evil God was calling. The stage for the performance had been set. A grand performance was about to begin.
"No, you can't kill me! You don't dare to kill me! " The Kurgan rider was still struggling. As if he had found something to rely on, he tore open his clothes and roared loudly. "Look at what this is! This is the proof of my father's love for me, the great, supreme Lord of Pestilence! Nurgle! He … "
The Kurgan rider's clothes were torn open. There was indeed a mark of three circles on his chest. Without a doubt, this was the blessing of Nurgle.
Before the rider could finish his words, the Downfall of Kings was abruptly sent forward, and the rider's head fell to the ground.
Just as the Kurgan rider spat out the name of the Evil God, Traveler immediately turned his attention to the man in front of him. Extreme hatred and viciousness flashed across his red eyes. Without hesitation, he sent the Downfall of Kings lightly and ended the life of the man in front of him.
The Kurgan rider's strength was not bad. If he did not want to use the Evil God's blessing to beg for his life, Traveler might have spared his life.
However, the stupidity of the man in front of him made Traveler lose interest.
"Foolish Kurgan." Traveler put the Downfall of Kings back into the scabbard and sneered. "Favor?"
The Evil God would never favor any mortal.
This was the truth that Traveler had learned after spending a hundred years. The Four Gods of Chaos would never pity any mortal. In their eyes, the mortal world was just an interesting toy.
Traveler hated the Four Gods of Chaos, just like how he hated all the mortal gods. He hated everything. Ever since he decided to accept his cruel fate, he felt disgusted with the whole world. More than once, he felt disgusted with everything from the bottom of his heart, including the mortal gods and the Evil Gods of Chaos.
However, the Evil Gods did not care. They did not care whether Traveler loved them, worshipped them, or hated them. As long as Traveler showed his value, the Evil Gods would still look at him with interest, looking forward to his next move.
Hatred was a power that was far more profound than love.
This was Chaos!
By the time the Travellers reached the vicinity of Kadasa, a battle had already begun.
Kadasa, the cursed and majestic plateau, had already opened its door to welcome all the Warriors of Chaos who dared to climb its razor-sharp stone walls. It was waiting for them to enter the ancient ruins at the top of its mountain — Praise Baijin. This city was older than the human world. This was the Colosseum of the Gods of Chaos. There, the Evil Gods were waiting for their favorite entertainment to be performed. Their mortal followers were fighting each other in front of this ancient stage to win their favor.
Traveler and his followers did not choose to join the battle because this kind of battle had been fought countless times in the past hundred years. He just stood in the distance, watching the battlefield with his bright red eyes that were burning with the Fire of Chaos.
Now, right in front of him, there were three Army of Chaos fighting in the ruins. As they fought, they tried to get closer to the Chaos Rune Tablet. They were like a group of children who were clamoring for candy, squeezing in front of adults to show off. They shouted, "Give it to me! Give it to me! "
Khorne Champion Warrior, Hakkar, from the Nosika Aslin Tribe, led an entire battalion of Brass Khorne Chosen Warriors to charge forward. Behind them were groups of Barbarian Marauders, several squads of Chaos Fiend Hounds, and a dozen Chaos Eggs. They shouted the name of Blood God Khorne.
From the east was Thargas — Voidwalker, a large group of Sin Believer cavalry from the Kurgan tribe. These Berserk Knights rode on gorgeous warhorses. Their slender figures and gorgeous outfits were enough to blind people even under the Months of Demons. Thargas, the Champion of Sin, was young, but he had been doted on by Sin for a long time. His soul had been empty for a long time, and any normal action in the mortal world could no longer make his empty soul feel anything. Now, he had come here only to satisfy his endless evil wish.
The Conspiracy Witch — Soul Destroyer came from the Ula Ke tribe in the south. Behind her were groups of Tzeentch Demon Sorcerers and Tzeentch Fanatics. Although they had the least numbers, with the help of Chaos magic, their momentum was not inferior to the other Barbarian armies.
Now, an intense battle broke out in the ruins of the city. Three Chaos tribes were fighting here. Incantations and swords, bloody mouths full of sharp teeth, and claws burning with flames. Lives were reaped in an instant. Endless blood spewed out, reflecting the smile of the Gods. The three-sided chaotic battle caused the battle situation to swing. Every time one side approached the Chaos Rune Tablet, the other two sides would join forces to attack. The scales of victory kept swaying.
Just like that, hour after hour, the battle was very intense. The Brass Chosen Warriors of Khorne, the Berserk Knights of Sin, and the Demon Sorcerers of Tzeentch kept fighting.
No one noticed that a new army was appearing on the horizon.
The yellow-green stench gradually drowned the land they passed by. A nightmarish army appeared. They were like a muddy mudslide. Their bodies were tattered like pustules. The Chosen Warriors of Nurgle. Those Hungry Trolls with festering bodies were humanoid creatures that could no longer be seen as originally human. They were like slender slides on the ground, flowing with rotten thick soup.
Just before the entire Nurgle army, their leader appeared in the eyes of Traveler.
It was a corpse that was completely dead but miraculously maintained its vitality. He was riding on a giant toad dragon that was also decaying all over. The behemoth was several meters long, and on its body was the champion of the God of Pestilence Nurgle, the living corpse, the king of maggots, and the self-proclaimed heir to the Great Emperor of Kurgan, Tamu Khagan, was right there.
Traveler's eyes were fixed on Tamu Khan's bloated and rotting body. He could see that the Mark of Divine Enlightenment on his body made him stand out from the rest of the four leaders. This was the glory bestowed upon him by his master. The plague storm of Nurgle was shrouding his body, and the supreme blessing bestowed upon him by the Father of Pestilence and the God of Disease was clearly visible.
He was the Chosen Champion of Nurgle!
The Chaos tribes that were fighting in the ruins of the city were immediately attacked by Tarim Khan and his army. This was an out-and-out massacre. Soon, the Chaos tribes that were attacked were instantly defeated by the plague army. The small Chaos armies and gangs were wiped out one by one. The three Chaos tribes soon realized that the balance of the battle was beginning to shift.
The first to give up were the Demonic Sorcerers of Tzeentch. The Witch of Conspiracy from the Urac tribe quickly realized that something was wrong. She screamed and led the Demonic Sorcerers of Tzeentch to escape from the battlefield, leaving behind the Tzeentch fanatics. In just a few minutes, the last Tzeentch fanatic had melted into the pus of Nurgle.
"For the love of a loving father!" Tarim Khan's bloated and festering mouth spat out putrid flesh. He raised the battle axe in his hand. "Forward!"
"For the love of a loving father!"
"Praise the Nurgle!"
The yellow-green turbid flow rolled toward the battlefield. Now, the weak and cowardly could only escape the battlefield. Their pathetic and cowardly appearance made the Evil Gods laugh. The entire battlefield was filled with the laughter of the Evil Gods of Chaos.
Now, the ones blocking Tarim Khan's way were the Champion of Sin, Thargas, and his Berserk Knights, as well as the Champion of Khorne, Hakkar, and his Chosen Warriors of Khorne.
Heavy rain fell from the sky. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. Tarim Khan's plague army officially engaged the Khorne's Brass Warriors and the Berserk Knights of Sin. In the pouring rain, Tarim Khan took the lead and rushed into the battlefield on his Toad Dragon.
"It's almost time to decide the victor." Traveler and his followers remained silent. He only quietly watched the battle and waited for the result.
… I'm the dividing line of the crowd …
At the same time, in the Old World, Brittany, Chalon Forest.
Of course, Laing didn't know what was happening in the Kurgan Plains tens of thousands of miles away.
After arranging all personnel and garrisons, Laing led the remaining three thousand people to retreat from Muxilon and prepare to rush back to his territory.
At this time, it was already late July, and Su Liya was almost eight months pregnant. He had to rush back at this time.
Fortunately, from the letters, Sulia was very understanding of Leon's career. Moreover, the Lake Fairy and Leon's personal maid, Dark Elf Olica, had always been by Leon's side. The Lake Fairy's company in particular had always made Sulia's spirit very stable.
But even so, Suria still had some complaints about Laing and hoped that he could hurry back from Muxilon.
Laing naturally raised his hands and surrendered to this situation. There was no reason to reason with a pregnant woman. He immediately wrote a letter saying that he would rush back immediately. For this reason, Laing even left the slowly retreating and disbanding knight army behind. He rushed back with François, Jerrold, and a few Holy Grail Knights from the Champion Knights Brotherhood. He wanted to get home as soon as possible.
In the forest, the Holy Grail Knights gradually approached the stronghold that Angelo had built here — the cabin in the woods.
The knights would take a short rest here.
After Laing turned over and dismounted, he found that Angelo was feeding his Hippogryph, Nukailia. Although he was a little anxious, Laing restrained himself and went up to Angelo with a smile. "Brother, are you feeding it?"
"Yes, Nukailia has had a hard time on this journey." Angelo stuffed a big piece of barbecued pork into the Hippogryph's mouth. The Hippogryph clearly enjoyed it. It opened its wings and ate the food in big mouthfuls.
"All the way?" Laing felt strange and said, "Brother, did you go out for something?"
"This war, you fought very well, brother." Angelo did not answer Laing's question directly. He grinned and said, "When I was 34 years old, I was not as strong as you. At that time, I was still in the arena fighting a group of guys who did not know why they were fighting."
"You heard about me?" Laing asked casually.
Angelo shook his head.
"… You followed me?" Laing quickly realized something.
Angelo still shook his head. He did not ask the question again. Instead, the World Eater geno prototype took out a letter and handed it to Laing.
"That sissy Fu Gen and his Ash Army are going to come to the Old World to recruit a lot of new recruits."
"They will arrive in a few days."
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