In the end, only five out of three hundred succeeded. These five people still had to wait until the implantation operation was completed before they could be confirmed as qualified recruits. Such a high mortality rate made Laing feel inexplicably lucky.
Because for the Gray Knights, this kind of elimination rate was not high. It could even be said that it was a little too low. Laing now understood why the Emperor did not do anything to the Fairy of the Lake and even allowed her to continue to contact Laing.
The other identity of the Fairy of the Lake, Lilith, was the Goddess of the Moon. Her clergy was the Moon, Hope, Dream, Prophecy, Wealth, and Foresight. She was the most popular God among the Elves. Although she was not the most powerful, both the High Elves and the Wood Elves especially worshipped and liked her. This was because Lilith's power would bless the Elves who faced great challenges or difficult decisions, giving them good luck and hope.
At the same time, Lilith had always been a symbol of purity and a model of forgiveness. The Goddess never provided blessings and salvation based on what people did. Instead, she decided everything based on their inner thoughts and aspirations. This made her popular among the weak. For the Elven Mages in Ossouin, Horus provided them with knowledge, while Lilith provided them with the grace of casting spells and the training of magic skills.
And if the Elves made a big mistake or had a weak will and could not resist the erosion of Chaos, their only hope was Lilith's salvation.
From a certain point of view, Lilith's power was indeed very compatible with the creation of the Gray Knights.
Laing spent a little time thinking about it and had an answer in his heart. At this time, the Fairy of the Lake was chatting and laughing with her good sister, Suria. As Laing's power became stronger and stronger, the Fairy of the Lake could stay in the mortal world longer and longer, and she could use more power. The two great beauties sitting together was a beautiful scene. Suria was also deeply happy that her goddess was finally going to hold a wedding with her husband.
The Fairy of the Lake was also very proud. Her plan was basically completed.
Because the palace was very simple, everything was simple. Dinner was a simple venison steak, a few glasses of red wine, and a vegetable salad. After dinner, Suria asked Laing to practice knight swordsmanship with her.
Ever since she became the queen, Sulia had less time to train. She would occasionally ask Sylvia or someone else to spar with her, but no one dared to be too serious when sparring with the queen. Thus, Sulia's strength was firmly stuck at the peak of the legendary realm, unable to make any progress.
Laing and Suria exchanged a few blows, and the king immediately realized the problem with Suria. The problem with the female knight was her lack of combat experience. At the same time, her swordsmanship was special. Because she was a woman, her wrist strength was not particularly strong. Therefore, she usually only used a lance or a knight's sword in battle. She rarely wore a shield. Therefore, neither Laing nor Laing could teach her how to fight.
As everyone knew, Laing had always used his Mjolnir and Nemesis as two-handed weapons. When he used them as one-handed weapons or dual weapons, he relied on his physical fitness to wield them like this.
But it didn't matter. Laing knew that when Forgen came, he could ask him to teach Suria swordsmanship. Unlike Ankelang, Forgen was an excellent swordsmanship teacher. Ferrus, Kiliman, and Petrabo could all testify to this.
After a little guidance for an hour, Suria, who was sweating all over, quickly went to take a bath. When the queen came out of the bathroom in a light mocha dress, Laing had already finished his bath. The king was sitting in his office reading documents. The Fairy of the Lake was sitting on Laing's lap with a happy face, hugging Laing's neck and discussing something with him.
Suria moved a chair over and sat beside Laing. "Madam, Laing, what are you talking about?"
"We are considering whether an expedition to Obean Island is really necessary." The map of the old world was spread out on the table. A few chess pieces were placed on the mysterious Obean Island that was always shrouded in fog. Laing frowned. After becoming king, he had to personally control the national policy tree and the direction of the policy. The expedition to Eight Peaks Mountain was his decision, and whether or not to go to Obean Island was related to the internal affairs and foreign policy of the entire kingdom in the future.
The origin and history of Obean Island was very long. He would talk about it next time. Laing knew that Obean Island was once the residence of the ancient saint. There were a shocking number of relics and artifacts left behind by the ancient saint. However, the ancient saint used it as an important node to maintain the great protection. It rained and was covered in fog all year round until one day, a few years after the end of the great Holy War, the Truth Sayers on the island appeared and asked the world for help. The Great Stone Formation left by the ancient saint to resist the invasion of Chaos had been corrupted by the first Demon Prince, Birak. The Truth Sayers were no longer able to resist the oldest and most powerful Demon Prince. If Birak succeeded, the Obean Stone Formation would become a Chaos Teleportation Formation, and an endless demon army would descend upon the mortal world.
All the races of Order in the world responded to this war. The Green Skins, Dark Elves, Orcs, and Northern Barbarians joined Birak's camp. Both sides fought a great battle. In the end, Birak's plan failed and he was exiled. The High Elf Fleet and Brittany Knights left satisfied after obtaining many spoils of war. The people of the Empire tried to establish a foothold on Obean Island and finally established a new province, Newland, with the efforts of the former Great Wizard of the royal family, Cernus Gehrman.
Now, Obean Island was a swamp and ruins. The Truth Sayers and the people of the Empire had scattered strongholds in the south of the island. The north was the battlefield of the Green Skins, Dark Elves, Dark Apostles (corrupted Truth Sayers), and Northern Barbarians.
It was worth mentioning that after so many years, there were still many "ancient saint riddles" on Obean Island. As long as one answered correctly, one could obtain the treasures hidden by the ancient saint.
"Laing, your main focus now should be on Ossouin and other matters." The Lake Fairy gently kicked off her shoes and placed her soft, jade-like feet with green nail polish in Laing's hands. The Goddess' face was slightly red. "For example, our wedding. Besides, there's no benefit in going on an expedition to Obean Island. It's a famous swamp. The only place of value has already been occupied by the Empire. What else can we do other than plunder?"
"But we're really lacking in Magical Ores. Compared to spending money to buy them, digging them ourselves or plundering them is the most profitable." Laing stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the Lake Fairy's soft, snowy feet wrapped in thin black stockings. He smiled and said, "It's rare to find such a good target. It's normal for Laing to be tempted. He needs a great victory to prove himself."
The Lake Fairy only said a few words and then stopped.
Suria immediately agreed with the Lake Fairy's point of view. "We've discussed this issue. Laing, the kingdom needs time to rest. Besides, we still have a lot of things to take care of now. Mu Xilon's gun factory, your proposal for the Royal Bank of Brittany, the arrival of your brother Fogen, the acceptance of the ironclad warships in Haimen Pass, and the revenge in Marineburg. The future trip to Ossouin is really unnecessary. Also, if we try to establish a stronghold on Obean Island, it will be a heavy burden on the kingdom's finances."
"Okay." In the end, Laing accepted the opinion of Suria and the Lake Fairy and gave up on the expedition to Obean Island. The cost was too high and the rewards were too small. Occasionally plundering would be enough. There was no need to make a big fuss. The war dividends of the Eight Peaks Mountain expedition also needed time to be digested.
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio As for the three knight expeditionary forces in the Araby Desert, Ryan had also thought about it. Currently, the three expeditionary forces only occupied a few important ports and rich oases along the coast. They rarely ventured into the inland. As time passed, the three knight expeditionary forces had actually become local bullies. They would only listen to the orders of the knight kingdom. If it were not for the belief of the Lake Fairy that kept them united and the victory of the Eight Peaks Mountain Expedition that shocked the world, they would not have taken the initiative to pledge their loyalty.
The reason was very simple. The three knight expeditionary forces were basically self-sufficient. They had an independent administrative model, financial power, and personnel power. Why should they listen to the Knight King?
There were two reasons why they didn't become independent. First, they could get a supply of soldiers from the Knight King. Second, they were all fighting the Holy War under the name of the Lake Fairy.
"Suria." The Lake Fairy didn't seem to want to continue this topic. She winked at Suria and said, "I have a suggestion."
"What suggestion, my lady?" Suria asked curiously.
"Don't you think that Laing's beard has grown again?" The Lake Fairy said playfully.
"I agree." Suria immediately understood what the Lake Fairy meant. The female knight smiled and said, "But it's okay. Laing will agree to our small request. Otherwise, he can go find Olica tonight. I want to sleep with my lady in the master bedroom."
"You guys just stare at my beard all day long!"
"Okay, okay. I'll sacrifice my beard for this kingdom. I, Laing, will bear all the sins!" A certain Knight King said righteously.
… I'm the dividing line of sin …
At the same time, in the far north, the Chaotic Wasteland.
The Chaotic Wasteland was a barren frozen land located in the north of the Old World, the New World, and Aurora. According to legends, this was the place where the immortal gods had once summoned. It was also the eternal home and nest of countless nameless and invisible monsters. In fact, the indescribable scenery here was beyond the comprehension of mortals. It was not an exaggeration to call this place a "myth".
If a cartographer took a compass and drew a circle in the North Pole, with the Claw Sea as the natural dividing line, then the north of the circle would basically be the legendary Chaotic Wasteland. Of course, this place was regarded as sacred by the Noska tribe, the Kurgans, and the Huns who lived there. Men and women of the northern tribes dreamed that one day they could embark on the path to the real Chaotic Wasteland, overcome the indescribable horror monsters and difficulties from the gods, and finally submit to the God of Darkness and become a member of the Chaotic Champions.
The farther north they went, the closer they were to the Chaotic Realm. For the Chaotic Gods, the whole world was like their "playground," especially the Chaotic Wasteland. Here, their mortal believers fought each other for the supreme revelation of the gods. Every day, the Chaotic Wasteland trembled because of all kinds of huge conflicts and wars. The scale of these wars was even more incredible than the most incredible battles in the Old World.
In the entire Chaos wasteland, there were at least five hundred thousand northern barbarians who did not eat or drink, trying to please the Evil Gods through slaughter and glory. They were the Warriors of Chaos, the Chosen Warriors of Chaos, the Champions of Chaos, and other northern barbarians. They were always in conflict and fighting. Every one of them was ambitious, dreaming of becoming a powerful warrior and going to the extreme north to serve the Chaos Gods. Those who survived would change forever, becoming unparalleled warriors in the north and even the entire Old World. Furthermore, their compatriots would welcome them back to the people with warm roars and rough songs. The Chaotic Champions and Chaotic Chosen Ones who had been blessed by the gods could also lead their troops to fight, raid, and adventure in the south because it was better than seeking glory in a land where monsters outnumbered humans.
Here, the war would never end. If a northern barbarian continued fighting in the Chaotic Wasteland, they would only have three endings. They would die gloriously in battle, be abandoned by the evil gods and become a Chaos Egg, or be promoted to become a Demon Prince.
This war would last forever.
Unless …
At some point in time, the Four Gods of Chaos reached a consensus. They would jointly bestow their powerful blessings on a mortal, allowing him to lead all the people and things in the world who were related to Chaos towards the goal they had set.
This mortal would be known as the "Eternal Chosen Ones of Chaos."
Today, on the southern shore of the Chaos wasteland, where the terrifying winds of Chaos and the echoes of subspace repeatedly reverberated in the distorted territory, white snow, rolling lava, and twisting plants grew out of the ground. But in a few seconds, not a single blade of grass could be seen growing out of the ground.
Here, the barbarians regarded the mortal world as a "dream" and an "unreal world." All the believers of Chaos firmly believed that the goal of every Chaotic Warrior was to reach the real world: to transcend the gray and pale real world like the present world and head to the kingdom of the Chaotic Gods.
Death and glory were the keys to the door of this world, and a person could only complete the journey by proving himself in the "dream."
And today, the fortress of the Chaotic Wasteland called the "Northern Royal Court" welcomed an unexpected guest.
The Northern Court was a court built by a powerful warrior chosen by the gods of Chaos. Here, he gathered more than 50,000 warriors of Chaos to serve him. There were many rumors about this warrior. Some said that he was a proud prince of Northca, the spoils of war born from his father's encounter with a demon banshee under the blood-red sky. Others said that he came from the famous castle of Northca, the Dragon Castle. He was a powerful chieftain of the Northca tribe, who joined the Chaos under the temptation of power and the whispers of the gods of Chaos.
However, everyone knew that this king was not satisfied with just being a powerful chieftain. Driven by his immortal dream, he went to the north in search of ancient power and glory in order to gain the recognition of the Chaos Gods. After he completed countless crazy adventures in Chaos, he finally obtained the power that he sought.
He entered the realm of Chaos alone. Under the strange flow of time in the realm of Chaos, no one knew how long he had spent, but there was no doubt that he gained the favor of the Four Gods of Chaos.
He rushed into the Leprosy Sorcerer's Union, which was chosen by the God of Nurgle, and defeated the Nurgle sorcerers who were festering with pus all over their bodies. He used his will and body to resist the terrible plague and overcome the pain in his body to show his strength and courage. In this way, he gained the approval of the Nurgle deity.
He fought against one of the oldest Chaos Two-Headed Dragons and won the respect of the fire dragon through lies and deceit. The deity of Tzeentch witnessed his wisdom and generously praised him.
He faced a four-armed, twin-headed giant and did not use any weapons. He only used his hands to subdue the giant and made it swear allegiance. The deity of Tzeentch saw this scene and could not help but let out a strange cry.
In the end, the king ushered in the trial of Khorne. The God of Blood sent his wife, Valkyrie. The two of them fought in front of the Temple of the God of Blood for several days and nights. Although the God of Blood's wife almost killed him, he still tried his best to fight back and defeat his opponent.
Since then, he became the true king of Chaos. He built the Royal Court of the North and ruled over countless Chaos creatures who were once human or were not human at all.
But today, just as he was sitting on the throne made of bones and trophies and reminiscing about the past, a messenger of the Demon Bird God, the champion of Tzeentch's Chosen by the God, Za-Zanaik, brought a light message to the Royal Court of the North.
"Your Excellency Motekin, I am under the command of the Demon Bird God to tell you a piece of news."
"Your hometown, Dragon Castle, was destroyed by the southerners. Thousands of people were killed. Your ancestors' graves were all dug up and their ashes were scattered for you."
"The name of the murderer is Oleg Von Zhukov, from the Empire of Auster, the eldest son of Elector Wamir."
"Dragon Castle … was destroyed?!"
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