Author's Note: This is the second update of the day.
The King of the Northern Royal Court, the Black Iron Marauder, the King of Noska, the Commander of the Army of Destruction, the Son of the Crimson Sky, the Peerless Warrior who defeated the Blood God's Wife, and the one who was watched by the Four Gods of Chaos. His name was Black Iron Motekin.
He was about 2.8 meters tall and looked like an iron tower. His face was hidden behind a deep helmet, revealing only a pair of blue eyes. The sharp horned helmet pointed at the blood-red Chaos sky from the back of his head. His body was pitch-black, and his god-given armor was covered with colorful patterns. His body was surrounded by colorful Chaos energy. His every movement greatly reduced the distance between the subspace and reality, and even tore it apart.
Za-Zanaik stood in the huge and empty Northern Royal Court. He stared at Motekin. Zech's title as the Chosen of God was uncertain. What was the King of the Northern Royal Court thinking?
On the left side of the Royal Court sat more than 30 Chaotic Champions. They came from every corner of the Chaotic Wasteland, and they were all working for Motekin.
On the right side of the royal court, Motekin's chief magic consultant, the Chosen One of Tzeentch, the pinnacle Sanctuary-level Chaos Grand Sorcerer Hal, the Eternal Eye, was leading a large number of Chaos Demons and various terrifying Chaos creatures, waiting for Motekin's orders.
Zainaik still did not understand why the Eternal Watcher, Sassoril, wanted him to come here. He carefully observed Motekin's body language, trying to find some clues from his actions.
Soon, he found that Motekin's body was trembling slightly.
Streaks of Chaotic energy leaked out of his body.
After hearing the news of the destruction of his hometown, the Dragon Castle, the King of the Northern Royal Court slowly closed his eyes.
His hometown was destroyed.
The Dragon Castle, which had thousands of years of history and had stood tall in the face of countless invasions and internal strife, was destroyed by those damned southerners. The tombs of his ancestors were dug up and the halls of his ancestors burned in flames.
Was it sad?
What was there to grieve about in the Norse culture? Ever since he embarked on the path of a warrior and offered his faith to an evil god, wasn't this destined outcome? He would become a warrior and rise up in endless battle. Then, he would head to the extreme north to explore and find his home in the Chaos Wastelands. He would either die gloriously in battle, become a Chaos Egg, or obtain the highest glory and become a Devil Prince. What was there to be sad about?
On the southern shore of the Chaos Wastelands, there were over thirty Chaos Rune Steles. Every stele was inscribed with the story of a Chaos Champion's ascension. It was a boundless glory and a supreme reward for mortals.
Wasn't that why the Nosikas lived their entire lives?
Streams of warmth flowed down Motekin's face. The King of the North could not calm down for a long time. He gently reached out his hand. His strong fingers, which had become distorted and multiplied in the corruption of Chaos, were stained with blue tears.
No, these were tears of anger. It was his incompetence. His hometown was destroyed, but he could only sit in the palace that belonged to him. He did not stop the invasion of the Empire. He did not protect his hometown, the hometown that was built using the Dragon Boat.
The flames of revenge burned in his heart.
He, Black Iron Motekin, the King of the North, was a conqueror. He was a true leader. He wanted nothing more than glory and power. He had fought in the realm of Chaos for hundreds of years. He had overcome all challenges. Not only had he lost most of his humanity, but he had also been rewarded by the Four Gods of Chaos. He had also been praised and worshipped by countless followers. He had also been promised by the Evil God of Chaos that he would ascend.
However, Motekin did not choose to agree. The King of the North knew that once he ascended into a demon, he would lose all his humanity. He would become the plaything and puppet of the Evil God of Chaos. He would lose his sense of self. That was not what he wanted. Motekin's long-cherished wish in life was to seek a glorious ending after winning endless glory. Then, he would return to the temple of his ancestors and rest with his father, grandfather, and ancestors. It was true that the Chaos had blessed him with its own blessings. However, Motekin had long been frustrated and tired of it. He knew very well that if he took another step forward, his soul would be doomed eternally.
However, the news that came from Zainaik shook Motekin's heart.
The Dragon Castle was destroyed. His hometown was destroyed. His ancestors' tombs were destroyed. The goal that he had been fighting for his whole life was destroyed by the Southerners! Destroyed!
The Black Iron Marauder gently reached out and gripped his seat tightly. His voice was trembling, but he remained calm. "Is the news true? The messenger of the Demon Bird God? "
"I swear in the name of Saint Tzeich. It is absolutely true. I think you have heard of the Empire's Great Expedition of Northka, right? The destination of this great expedition is the Dragon Castle. " Tzeich's Chosen Champion, Za-Zanaik, said playfully, "I have been ordered by the Demon Lord of All Change to tell you everything."
"Oleg von Zhukov?" Motekin only felt that after many years, his hot blood and anger had returned to his chest.
"Oleg von Zhukov, Lord of Auster in the Empire." Zainaik nodded. He held a staff and a sword in one hand, while his other two hands were hurriedly writing something in a small notebook.
"Oleg von Zhukov!!!" Motekin repeated the name again. The King of the North nodded stiffly. His voice was pale and weak at first, then it became sonorous and forceful. His words were squeezed through the gaps of his teeth, and then burst out. "Southerner!! I will let Oleg Von Rukov experience the same pain as I did! I will make him understand! I will destroy his territory, I will tear open his ancestors' tombs, I will know what true revenge is! "
After that, the King of the North motioned Za-Zanaik to leave. He returned to the depths of his palace alone.
It was a secret room of black iron that belonged to him alone. The octagonal star of chaos cast from black iron emitted a colorful light in the secret room.
Motekin unleashed his fury in this place. He roared madly and shouted the names of his ancestors one by one until his throat became hoarse. He screamed the name of his hometown and smashed everything in the secret chamber into pieces. Motekin's eyes were filled with rage. He shouted the names of his ancestors one by one until his throat became hoarse. He screamed the name of his hometown and smashed everything in the secret chamber into pieces.
"I will destroy the cowardly Southerners! I will destroy the whole world! I will drown the so-called Empire of the South in the tide of chaos. I will have my revenge! True Gods, listen to my call and give me strength! "
Just as the King of the North vented his anger, the power of chaos flowed out from the octagonal star until it flooded the entire room. Motekin was shrouded in the power of chaos. In the depths of his consciousness, the four supreme beings answered his prayer.
"Destroy! Good! Kill! Very good! Destroy the Empire! Very good! " A voice full of fury responded to Motekin's prayer. His endless rage and desire for blood and skulls responded to Motekin's call. "Your strength shall be blessed by me! My great demon, Kargarak, and his tormenting army shall listen to your orders! "
"Bring destruction to the Southerners, bring glory back to the North, bring the tide of change to the world, and bring despair and destruction to those who are unwilling to accept a true civilization. You have nine futures, and each future will have nine changes. Your wisdom will open up your future path. Make your choice, Motekin. Time is running out!" A treacherous and twisted voice said in a rare serious tone, "The future is full of challenges, but I have full confidence in you. The Tzeentech army and my champion, Qi-A-Zanaik, shall listen to your orders!"
"Life and death, reincarnation, endless. We, in life and death, reincarnation, plague, and decay, the truth of eternal life and immortality lies in this." A slow and kind voice gave Motekin fatherly love. He said gently, "My child, you have finally thought it through. It's alright, daddy will always love you. My champion, the Priest of Pestilence, Festus, and my demon army shall listen to your orders!"
"Killing is an art. Destruction is an art. Revenge is also an art. We are willing to try all evils and challenge all taboos. We will experience all thrills and taste all pleasures. Welcome to our ranks, Motekin. May the passion of indulgence and the carnival of spirit and body make you young and strong forever." A seductive and twisted voice could not contain its excitement. His voice was like a twisted tentacle. "It's time for my champion, Sigwald, to lead my demon army. My prince and my demon army shall listen to your orders!"
The Four Gods of Chaos responded to Motekin's prayer. Motekin had always been fair. He believed in four evil gods at the same time and never favored any one of them. As the Four Gods of Chaos' favorite and watchful person, the Four Gods of Chaos had reached a consensus.
"Motekin, give up everything you have, and we will give you an equal return."
"Your path of revenge is destined to be full of challenges, but you must be firm. It is we who will give you the final victory!"
"Now, open your arms and accept our blessings!"
"In Auster Hill, there's a powerhouse from outside the Star Field. He will be your fated enemy and the biggest obstacle in your journey to the South this time. And we will bestow you with the same power as him! We will let you complete your revenge! "
Motekin nodded. The King of the North closed his eyes and opened his arms, waiting for the evil god's gift.
"I, Perseus, give you the beautiful dance steps, swift speed, and the best combat skills!"
"I, Tzeentch, give you the spell of destruction, the best magic resistance, and the sharpest vision!"
"I, Nurgle, give you the highest defense, mutated organs, and the most powerful regeneration ability!"
"Finally, I, Khorne, give you the power to destroy everything!"
"The day of destruction has long been decided. Bring the end of the world!"
"You are the new, eternal Chosen One!"
The blessings of the four evil gods were branded on Motekin's body.
On this day, Motekin entered the Realm of Gods alone.
On this day, another Eternal Chosen of the Chaos was born.
His furious voice raged from the Royal Court of the North to the entire Chaotic Wasteland until the subspace responded to his anger.
"Revenge!"
From this day onwards, Motekin walked out of his own Royal Court of the North. He would unite the Chaotic Wasteland and Noska's tribes, and then launch his revenge on the Southerners.
Another Eternal Chosen One was preparing to travel to the South. Soon, the world would taste the Tide of Destruction again.
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