Old World, Empire Ostmark, capital, Becafen.
"Ahhhhhh!!!" A Nurgle Great Demon was rapidly falling into the sewers of Becafen. Its heavy body squeezed into the sewers, and the sound of bursting pustules could be heard.
"Grimnir, grant me strength!" Following closely behind was a meteor. It burned in flames and hit the surface of Nurgol's body like a cannonball. Nurgol's skin was burned by the meteor's flames.
"Ahhh!" This was not the roar of a Great Demon, but a roar full of passion and blood. In the flames of the meteor, the figure of a Dwarf gradually appeared.
This was a very powerful warrior. He had a burly figure (for a dwarf), and a golden horn crown shone on his head. But what made him look even more magnificent and majestic was his long orange hair, which was combed into a long Mohawk, shining like the trail of a meteor. His beard was also dyed a bright orange and woven with gold rings and colorful ribbons.
"Drink enough! Raise your axe, Dwarven Battle Axe! "The Dwarven Warrior raised his huge rune two-handed axe and smashed it on the head of Nurgle, cutting a sharp horn in half on the spot.
"Benevolent father, curse you!" The Nurgle Demon's body was already in a terrible state. Its body was covered with burn marks from cannons, battle axes, and magic. One of its horns was also broken. It mumbled a few words, then waved the chain in its hand and made a comeback. "Kill!"
"For Kaderin!" The Warrior spun his giant two-handed axe with runes and viciously swung it at the Nurgle Great Demon's mouth. The Great Demon's blood and rotten teeth danced in the sewers. The chain hooked onto the handle of the axe and the Great Demon forcefully pulled. The Warrior held the axe tightly and was directly thrown into the wall of the sewers, creating a large hole.
Amidst the dust and rubble, the Warrior held his axe firmly and competed with the Nurgle Great Demon. At the same time, he continued to sing. Both sides were evenly matched, and neither could beat the other.
After a few seconds of stalemate, the Dwarven Warrior was no match for Nurgol in terms of strength. When Nurgol forcefully pulled the iron chain, the Dwarven Warrior was sent flying. His feet left the ground as he flew towards Nurgol.
In the dim sewers, an orange meteor and a huge dark green mass of flesh were about to meet head-on!
"Welcome, benevolent father, strength." The Great Demon was furious. "We will defeat the humans, we will defeat the dwarves, we will destroy everything, including you, damned Dun! Your weak alliance is finished today! "
The Dwarf Warrior sang loudly, allowing his body to fly toward the Great Demon. "Trampling the homeland into a land of death, Doomsday is upon us, Death is upon us, Destruction is upon us, Destruction is upon us, Destruction is upon us, Destruction is upon us, Destruction is upon us, Destruction is upon us, Destruction is upon us, Destruction is upon us, Destruction is upon us, Destruction is upon us, Destruction is upon us, Destruction is upon us, Destruction is upon us, Destruction is upon us, Destruction is upon us, Destruction is upon us, Destruction is upon us!" The Dwarf Warrior sang loudly, allowing his body to fly toward the Great Demon.
The Great Demon had already raised the huge plague blade in his hand.
Just as the two sides were about to clash, the dwarf warrior inconceivably twisted his body in the air with his own strength, turning his muscular body into a spin in the air and evading the Pestilence Machete. Then, using the power of Great Demon Nurgle to combine with his own strength, the dwarf warrior focused all his strength on a single point — the handle of the two-handed greataxe.
"Power of Dagr!"
The light of runes suddenly lit up, and the giant axe in both hands swept across the air like a whirlwind. The blade of the axe deeply penetrated the head of the Nurgle demon under the blessing of the ancestors. The demon shook violently, its entire body constantly twitching under the rippling fat and tearing muscles.
"Once again, I've failed." The Dwarf Warrior laughed self-deprecatingly, indicating that he was a failure. "Once again."
The Great Demon's struggle gradually disappeared. The runic power of the dwarf rampaged in his body, chasing and tearing apart the physical creation. Accompanied by one roar after another, the voice was filled with pure resentment. Now, its physical body was disintegrating, dissipating into the domain it was summoned from.
A huge shockwave reverberated throughout the sewers. The Great Demon fell apart, and a huge crater was blasted into the wall of the sewers. It was filled with black mud and many unknown sticky substances, which looked like the vegetable and barley porridge that the people of Ostmark liked to eat.
"I've failed." The Dwarf Warrior emphasized again, but there was no depression on his face. Instead, he looked proud. He reached out and took out his two-handed runic axe and carried it on his shoulder. "Hetwig won't thank me. I've destroyed his sewers. It will take months for the city to fix the problem here."
"But the most important task now is to return to the surface!" The Dwarf Warrior looked at the complicated structure of the sewers in front of him and was a little dumbfounded. "Oh, Valaya above, which path should I take?"
"Well, it's always right to go up."
"Great Ancestor Dagr above, please show me the way forward."
While the war underground was ongoing, the war above ground was in full swing.
Becafen, the capital of Ostmark Province, was now surrounded by the army of Chaos.
Ever since the invasion of Chaos, the entire territory of Ostermark had been caught in the flames of war. Kurfürst Hertwich had urgently asked for help from the Imperium and recruited all the adult males between 18 and 45 years old in Ostermark. They relied on the upper reaches of the Tarabek River, which was called the Upper Tarabek River. There were 60000 local defenders in Becrafen, and there were 30000 people in Fortanhaf upstream. In the most difficult time, all the people of Ostermark had united and fought to protect their homeland.
Now, the entire Ostmark Province was crowded with refugees from Kislöw. The large number of refugees in the forests, towns, villages, and even the wilderness put a huge pressure on the food supply and maintenance. In fact, it was very difficult to have enough food to fill the hungry mouths of the refugees in Kislöw. Also, the believers of Chaos were constantly fanning the flames. Kurfürst Hetwig calmed himself down and ordered a small number of the refugees to stay, and the rest to be driven out into the cold snow, forests, and wilderness. No more food was provided.
This was very cruel. Countless refugees from Kislöw froze to death and starved to death. On the way to escape, people ate each other, and bones were everywhere.
"Husband and wife will starve to death together. It's better to exchange children for food. Twelve pieces of meat will go home. Hibiscus skin will be cooked fragrant, milk will be made into frozen meat, and people will fight for a taste. Two arms will be cut by the side of the trailer, and then the soup will be made into soup."
— Aleksandr Sergeyevich, a famous poet in Kislöw.
However, Hetwig's actions gave Becafen enough power to deal with the army of Chaos. The female Tsar, Katarina, also announced that she would set up her palace here and fight the enemy together with Ostmark.
After careful selection, the remaining Kislöw soldiers and some young adults were organized into a new army with about 25000 people. Katarina appointed Chief of Staff Dunnykin, who stayed behind to guard Kislöw and followed Kislöw to the south, as the marshal of Kislöw, and gave him the command of the new army.
There was only food, and the food was black bread and pea porridge, as well as moldy cheese and low-quality beer. However, a large number of refugees signed up just to fill their stomachs.
The army's equipment was very shabby, with mottled and rusty weapons and armor. Even these did not belong to them, but were 'lent' to them by the Empire. Many of the equipment had been scrapped for many years. The soldiers were mostly equipped with broken armor and weapons, such as bows, spears, swords, and even pitchforks and sickles. Hetwig found a large batch of cheap linen that had been forgotten for many years in his treasury. These linen were of the worst quality, and even the local civilians did not wear them. However, they were now Mrs. Kiesler's new clothes.
There was no time to dye them. Thousands of women were asked to make a set of military uniforms out of these cheap linen. The linen was not dyed, and the workmanship was poor. From afar, it looked like a vast expanse of white.
Just like that, the Kislöw army was all dressed in white, hence the name 'White Army'. Because they were protecting the city, they were also known as the 'White Guard'.
Other than the White Guard, the last army that Tsar had that could fight were the 'Snow Guards' that lost almost half of their men in the battle of Zedevka, and the Cheka troops that were responsible for guarding the palace. In total, there were no more than four to five hundred people.
Outside the city, Becafen was besieged by the 'Chosen by God', led by the 'Chosen by God', Za A-Zanaik, with about 48000 people. The 'Chosen by God', led by the 'Chosen by God', Festus, with about 56000 people.
The symbol of the Ostermark Province was a red manticore with a crown on its head and a sword in its hand. The flag was erected on the city wall. The fierce siege continued. Kurfürst Hetwig looked at the vast Army of Chaos in front of him. His expression was still serious, but his face was filled with confidence. Kurfürst Hetwig glanced at the female Tsar, Katarina, who was standing not far away.
The most difficult time had passed.
The most intense time of the siege of Becafen was actually when Za A-Zanaik and the 'Chosen by God' had just arrived at the city. At that time, Becafen was not fully prepared to face the enemy, and the conscripted army had not yet been reorganized. At that time, the unprepared city was almost taken down by the Army of Chaos. The city gate was already broken, and the army had already started a street battle with the 'Chosen by God'.
Za A-Zanaik easily slaughtered the few Mages of the Empire in Becafen. Even the chief Archmage of Hetwig was turned into a pile of smoking ashes in just a few rounds under Za A-Zanaik's counterattack.
At the most critical moment, Katarina decisively attacked. The 'Ice Queen' faced the 'Chosen by God', and the two of them started a terrifying battle of spells. The spells between them blew up several streets, and the sky was twisted in half ice blue and half dark blue.
Za-Zaanyike had miscalculated. Tzeentch's Chosen of Gods Champion was supposed to kill these Spell Casters. Any spell cast by the Spell Casters would be instantly disrupted by him, and he would seize control of it or disintegrate it. Originally, he was determined to win this battle.
However, Katarina's ice magic was not part of the 'Eight Winds of Magic'. This kind of magic from the ancient sacred ruins relied on the release of blood, so Zainaik could not quickly break through Katarina's magic. On the contrary, Tsar's bloodline of the Miska Empress had a very unique inheritance power, and ice magic was especially focused on control and defense. This caused Zainaik, who originally hoped to win the battle quickly, to be entangled. As the Empire's reinforcements continued to arrive, Zainaik's army was repelled and chased out of the city.
Katarina's efforts finally gave Becafen time to perfect its defense. Then, the 'Chosen by God', Festus, led the Nurgle army to the city. However, the arrival of the Nurgle army not only did not bring more pressure to the city, but also caused internal strife in the Army of Chaos. Tzeentus and Nurgle were originally two sides of the same coin. Tzeentus represented change, Nurgle represented stagnation, Tzeentus represented hope, Nurgle represented despair. Tzeentus represented the endless existence of life forms, while Nurgle represented the dynamic and eternal balance of life forms in decay and rebirth.
The two sides were originally mortal enemies. Even now, Tzeentus hated Nurgle for disrupting the battle at a critical moment in the battle of Muxilon. Nurgle, on the other hand, signaled Festus to 'increase the intensity' and kill Zainaik.
If Motekin personally arrived at Becafen and ordered Zainaik and Festus as the Chosen by God, then Zainaik's endless spells and schemes, as well as his ability to spread rumors and create chaos, coupled with Festus's ability to spread plagues and strong attacks, Becafen would definitely not be able to withstand the combined forces of the two Chosen by God.
The problem was that Motekin was not there, and neither Zainaik nor Festus was willing to submit to each other.
Just like that, the attacks on the city weakened. The Tzeentus army and the Nurgle army fought each other day and night, and both sides fought more than a dozen battles. Even if reinforcements from the wastelands in the north arrived one after another, the numbers of the two armies did not increase but decreased.
Finally, just a moment ago, a huge subspace explosion caused the Nurgle army to retreat. The shockwave of the subspace turned the Nurgle demons into countless wisps of smoke in the wind. The Chosen One champion, Festus, knew that it had lost this battle. The Nurgle demons that had poisoned the sewers had been defeated, and Festus was forced to abandon its plan and retreat north.
Zaina-Zanaik could finally let loose and go all out.
More than a dozen Chaos Hellfire Cannons spat out distorted balls of fire into the sky and landed on Becafen's already dilapidated city walls in light and shadow. The successive explosions made several gaps in the city walls. More than a dozen Chaos gangs advanced in an orderly manner under Zainaik's orders, and dozens of siege towers followed behind.
Flames and smoke filled the air above Becrafen's city gates. The Hellfire Cannon blasted the city gates that Becrafen had painstakingly repaired to smithereens. A satisfied smile appeared on Zayke's face as he gave the order to advance.
The ones guarding the city gate were none other than Kislev's White Guards. There were many of them, but they couldn't even withstand a single blow. They were filled with courage in their despair and madness, but they lacked training and excellent equipment. They were even half-starved.
How could such an army withstand my attack? Zainaik was at ease and calmly raised Tzeentch's staff.
The Kislöw White Guard fought the enemy with all their might. Mrs. Kiesler never lacked courage and strength in desperate situations, but in the face of the heavy armor and brutal attacks of the Chaos Warriors, the White Army was obviously unable to resist. Each Chaos Warrior or Kurgan Warrior needed several or even more than a dozen White Army soldiers to resist. With the Army of Chaos behind, the White Army's defeat was only a matter of time.
The female Tsar Katarina once again went out in person. She blocked in front of Zainaik under the protection of the Ice Guards.
Both sides were obviously ready to launch another spell duel.
"Toot … Toot … Toot …"
In the distance, the dull sound of a horn sounded.
Zainaik turned his head and saw a brand-new army appearing in the east!
Hundreds of dwarves were quickly joining the battlefield, and then there was an endless stream of dwarven troops. Three dwarven helicopters swept across the sky, and revolvers and bombs fell from the sky.
At the front was a group of dwarven butchers. These half-naked dwarves, with their hair dyed orange, banged their axes hard, and could not wait to welcome their glorious destiny.
Then there were teams of long-bearded veterans, thunder gunners, and dwarven warriors. A large group of artillery troops joined the battlefield under the protection of a team of broken iron warriors.
The Army of Chaos was attacked from the side and immediately engaged with the dwarves. The addition of this army of dwarves made Zainaik's expression change.
The dwarven warrior who killed the great demon Nurgle was at the front. He cut down Zainaik's personal guards like a hurricane. He shouted in joy and charged in front of Zainaik. "Chaos bastard, this is your head. The Axe of Dagor is echoing. I can't wait to let you taste the taste of death."
"Your Majesty Kaderin, thank you for your support." The female Tsar's eyes lit up. With the dwarven warrior's support, this duel had a higher chance of winning.
"You're welcome, Your Majesty Tsar." The dwarven warrior replied politely. "If you hadn't fought so badly and killed so many of your people, causing the situation to deteriorate to this extent, I wouldn't have made up my mind to come out."
Katarina's face turned pale.
"Count me in as well!" Dozens of green lights flew out from the sky. A rain of arrows covered Zainaik's body. Some of the arrows were shattered by Zainaik's power, but the remaining green lights pierced through the heads of Zainaik's Chosen Warriors. A few of the Raven Guards fell to the ground.
A vigorous figure flew down from the sky, and with a flick of the bowstring, twenty to thirty Warriors of Chaos were shot through by arrows. Then, he put away the big bow and took out a long spear and a machete. The gray Becrafen seemed to have a touch of green. "In the name of Lilith, prepare to welcome your doomsday! Chaos bastard! "
"Hmph! Hahahaha! " Tsa-Zanaik laughed loudly and raised all four of his arms. The Chosen Warrior looked at the three sacred champions in front of him and said disdainfully, "Are you planning to form a final alliance like the Savior?"
"It's enough to kill you." Katarina gripped her staff tightly and drew her sword at the same time. The Sword of Vasilyevich had been given to Oleg Von Zhukov, but the Tsar family had many treasures. She had found another magic rune sword — the Soul of Soica.
"Very well, the three of you can come at me together! I, Zainaik, have nothing to fear! "The Chosen Warrior slammed his staff on the ground.
Black smoke billowed out from the ground.
A giant strange bird appeared from the black smoke.
The Great Demon of Zainaik, the Eternal Guardian, Sasauril, had descended upon the mortal world.
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