PS: Some readers might find yesterday's chapter a little strange, but please be patient. This is a necessary foreshadowing.
On the ruined city of the Kurgan plains, the battle was still ongoing.
Tarim Khan and his plague army slowly but unstoppably killed their way into the battle between the two armies. At this time, both the Brass Warriors and the Berserk Knights realized that the outcome of this battle was gradually becoming illusory and confusing. The mocking whispers of the evil god echoed in their minds, and no matter which whisper it was, it pointed to a completely different answer.
Chaos was an elusive existence, and so were its believers. But no matter what, they shouted the name of their god and decided to fight to the death with Tarim Khan's plague army!
Tarim Khan, riding on the toad dragon, responded with a mocking attitude.
Above the battlefield, the torrential rain began to change.
Lightning streaked across the sky, and the color of the night sky began to turn dirty. Acid rain poured down. Rotten raindrops fell on the dead bodies, and a terrible scene appeared.
The corpses on the battlefield melted completely like snow melting from a mountain.
The rain spread, and apart from Tarim Khan's plague army, the Chaos tribes who were in the midst of a chaotic battle discovered something that shocked them. The wounds exposed to the outside of their armor began to fester and fester after coming into contact with the acid rain.
The first to be hit were the Berserk Knights. Their bodies emitted green smoke in the rain, and the corrosive power brought about by it made even the most perverted and insane Berserk Knights scream in pain. Countless tentacles reached out from the ground and grabbed the knights' warhorses. The warhorses of Noska and Kurgan quickly collapsed. They were either crippled, crippled, or unable to control themselves under the corrosion of the acid rain. The Berserk Knights who lost the help of their mounts all fell into the mud.
Tarim Khan let out a dull laugh. He and his army attacked the Berserk Knights from the side.
The unstoppable plague army defeated large groups of Berserk Knights. The Berserk Knights were horrified to find that they had lost the mobility they were so proud of due to the corrosion of the acid rain. A massacre unfolded in the ruins of the city.
At this moment, Sargas, the Champion of Sin, was furious to find that the situation was turning extremely unfavorable for him. This was because Hakkar, the Champion of Tyranny, didn't seem to have any sense of danger at all. Not only did he not support Sargas, but he also led the Chosen Warriors in full brass heavy armor to attack the Berserker Knights' formation. Under the pincer attack of both sides, the Berserker Knights were rapidly losing. Sargas' pride and self-esteem were stung. When he thought that he might be defeated here, in front of God, he could no longer suppress his anger.
The champion of Berserk ordered his Chaos Knights, and the young leader of the Knights personally led the charge towards the core of Tarim Khan's army. Sargas roared as he led the charge towards the highest leader of this rotten army. This arrogant fellow used his filthy attack to humiliate Berserk's most beloved child. He must pay the price!
Tarim Khan sat upright on the Dragontoad. He maintained his calm and faced Sargas' challenge.
The Dragontoad that Tarim Khan sat on had long been riddled with holes in the previous battle, but the creation of a loving father could always find its own balance between pain and resurrection. Like a nightmare, the Dragontoad opened its mouth and spat out an indescribable stream of filth!
A putrid energy immediately sprayed towards the champion of Berserk Knights. Sargas immediately chanted a spell loudly. A pink energy and a purple energy appeared under his will. The flames of Berserk Knights illuminated the nearby wreckage. The flames of Berserk Knights instantly burned through all the enemies that stood between them. However, the flames could not continue. Under the turbid stream of the Dragontoad, the flames of Berserk Knights could only be extinguished.
But this was enough. The champion of Berserk Knights already had his own plan.
After calculating the distance, Sargas screamed. He leapt off the back of his horse and dodged the oncoming stream of filth. He flew high into the sky. The instant Sargas leapt up, his mount melted into a pool of necrotic liquid and muscle tissue amidst a miserable neigh. Sargas descended from the sky and stood on the Dragontoad's back in front of Tarim Khan.
At this moment, the champion of Berserk Knights' pure white armor was already covered in filthy liquid and rust marks from the corrosive acid rain. This made Sargas almost go mad in anger. He could not forgive Tarim Khan for everything he did to him and his army. He had to retaliate!
And just as he expected, Tarim Khan, who was troubled by his fat body and the rotting environment, moved slowly. He seemed to be surprised by the champion of Berserk Knights' actions and was still preparing to raise his axe to block.
Too late. Sargas struck out with the runic blade in his empty hand. It was as fast as a venomous snake, accurately stabbing deep into Tarim Khan's heart!
The roar of victory immediately resounded throughout the entire battlefield! The champion of Berserk Knights roared loudly for his own victory. He wanted to present this victory to his master, the supreme Pleasure Prince!
At this moment, only Traveler, who was observing from afar, remained calm. His lips inside his helmet softly spat out a string of words, "Too young."
Tarim Khan's laughter interrupted the champion of Berserk Knights' celebration. In front of Sargas, the rotting corpse began to distort, swell, and then burst open like a rotten fruit. Tarim Khan revealed his true form.
A maggot about twenty centimeters wide and one meter long shot out from Tarim Khan's body. This maggot had several black compound eyes, and its body was covered in stripes of gray mucus. It pounced towards Sargas's unprotected throat. It tore apart the armor that was in the way and directly burrowed deep into the fragrant flesh under the armor. The evil maggot twisted and rolled, its fat body forcefully squeezing into Sargas's chest.
The champion of Berserk Knights stood in place. As the sound from his chest continued, the terrified expression on his face gradually disappeared. The champion of Berserk Knights fell off the Toad Dragon's body, falling into the torrential rain.
Everything in the abandoned city seemed to come to a standstill.
Then, "Sargado" flipped over and stood up from the muddy pool. He rode on the Toad Dragon's body and loudly announced his victory. This person let out a deafening roar of celebration. The rotting servants first panicked and didn't know what to do as they quickly muttered a few words to each other. Then, they erupted into morbid cheers, loudly cheering for their master — Tarim Khan's rebirth!
The Khan had been reborn! This was his new body! This was the victory of a loving father!
With the champion of Berserk Knights dead, these Chaos tribes lost their will to fight. They shouted the names of the gods they believed in and fled, leaving only Tarim Khan standing in front of the piles of rotting corpses and the broken battle flag at his feet to announce his victory to the gods.
First, he loudly announced his name and origin. He, Tarim Khan, was one of the twisted and mutated sons of the ancient Kurgan the Great. Now, the true descendant of Kurgan the Great had returned! Slaughter and conquest were the innate powers given to him by the World Whip bloodline. Then, Tarim Khan praised the loving Father Nurgle. It was the great God of Plagues who had given him priceless blessings and pointed out the final goal of his advancement and battle — to seize the Throne of Chaos!
Tarim Khan loudly revealed the goal that the loving Father Nurgle had set for him — to go south and destroy Charlemagne's Empire!
The entire grassland was excited by Nurgle's oracle! Today's victory belonged to the warriors of the God of Plagues. Above the battlefield, sickly green lightning streaked across the sky. Acid rain poured down, bringing with it filth that eroded and decayed the remains of the dead. In the thunder of the storm, the cold laughter of the loving Father Nurgle echoed!
"Do you want to join us? Outsider? " Just as countless warriors of Chaos cheered for their victory, Tarim Khan looked into the distance. His new body was the body of the champion of Berserk Knights, which made his tone strange. His body was enchanting and exquisite, but it was covered with rotting abscesses. His tone was charming and moving, but also slow.
"No, I'm only here to find the Sovereign's Crown. Do you know where it is?" The traveler rejected Tarim Khan's request and replied calmly, "I'm only here for this."
"I don't know where the thing you want is." Tarim Khan thought for a moment and shook his head. "I've never heard of this thing."
"Well, then I wish you a pleasant journey south to the Empire." Seeing that there was no reply, the traveler gave up talking and signaled his followers to leave with him.
The bright mark on the other party's body showed that Tarim Khan was the champion of Nurgle. The traveler felt that there was no need to start a war. Since Tarim Khan was going to attack Charlemagne's Empire, why not?
Looking at the mark of Chaos on the traveler's body, Tarim Khan had a vague idea of the traveler's identity. He signaled the warriors of Nurgle to stop and whispered, "May I know your name? Outsider? "
"My name is Eichahn!"
Just like that, the Traveler left with his people.
The remaining Chaos tribes and countless warriors of Chaos gathered under Tarim Khan's command and loudly asked the rightful heir of Emperor Kurgan to tell them where the Throne of Chaos was and where their next target was.
"We will rule the world! We will conquer every land, but before that, our benevolent father has given us a great goal! "
"That is Charlemagne's Empire!"
"Our army will cross the Mountains of Sorrows and pass through the Dark Realm. We will destroy this country in the Sea of Plagues from the south of the Empire!"
"It will be a long journey, but it will be full of glory, battles, and spoils of war! The weak get weaker, and the strong get stronger! Battle is the experience of the True Gods! The blessings of our kind father will give you the glory of slaughter and victory! "
"The end of everything, the supreme Throne of Chaos, is in Nur! The home of Ludwig the Savior! Let's destroy it! "
Deafening cheers sounded in unison.
The King of Maggots, the rightful heir of Emperor Kurgan, the Lord of Gluttony, Tarim Khan and his army began to prepare to go south.
… I'm preparing to head south at the section dividing line …
"Brother Fulgen is going back to the Old World?" Of course, Laing still knew nothing about what was happening in the Kurgan Prairie tens of thousands of miles away. After all, he was not a true god, and even if he was a god of the Old World, he could not sense what was happening in that land that had been deeply corrupted.
He was just discussing the recent events with Angelo. "Did he gain anything?"
"The source of soldiers is always a problem." Angelo nodded. "It is said that Fulgen's army has allied with the servants of the ancient saints to fight together under Father's will. This time, he came to the Old World hoping to recruit more new soldiers."
"Well, my brother said in the letter that he got a lot of wealth. This time, he brought some back to share with me." Laing took the letter and read it. Duke Muxilon was soon beaming with joy. "Great!"
"This must be Father's request!" Angelo cursed as he combed the hippogryph's feathers with a brush. "You should go back after resting for a while. As for the princess, as her husband, you were out fighting for a long time when she was pregnant. Since you are back, you should go back quickly."
François and the others found it strange.
Princess?
Suria was now the Duchess and would be the Queen in the future. Why would he call her princess?
However, looking at the appearance of Laing's brother, he did not look very cultured, so François and the others did not ask. They thought that it might be a slip of the tongue, or that he had brought his old habits from Nord (Laing said that Angelo came to him because he committed a crime) and did not understand the difference.
"Hehehe!" Laing could only pretend to be ignorant and laughed a few times.
After a short rest, Laing and the others began to hurry again. After three hours, they finally arrived at Laing's current place of governance, the Count's castle in the town of Jean. "Phew, finally home."
Seeing that Laing had returned, a soft and graceful figure appeared on the stairs of the second floor. After confirming that it was Laing, she could not help but be excited.
"Master! You're back? "
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