Although Prince Sigurd had abandoned all restraint and indulged in the pursuit of happiness in the mortal world, this did not mean that the champion of the Perverted Gods did not have basic military skills. He knew very well that after his army was severely damaged in the Battle of Zedevka, the Barbarian warriors who came to replace him were not as strong as his original army from the Kurgan Plains.
Furthermore, Prince Sigwald could vaguely sense that Ebon Motekin, the new Eternal Chosen One, was missing something. Even the Eternal Chosen One did not know what that something was. Was it a strong will, a determination to win, or a grand strategic plan?
He did not know. It seemed like he lacked nothing, but it also seemed like he lacked everything.
The champion of the Perverted Gods had thought more than once that if Ebon Motekin, as the Chaos Lord, was destined to bring the Oracles of the True Gods to the mortal world, he would undoubtedly be an outstanding champion. He had already achieved his goal, which was to bring endless pain and suffering to the mortal world.
However, the Eternal Chosen of God of Chaos should have done more than that, but Motekin seemed to be too obsessed with revenge. In fact, the Chaos invasion was very successful at the beginning, and it was time for him to do something big.
However, Motekin was determined to attack Auster. He gave up the opportunity to enter the hinterland of the Nords Kingdom to burn, kill, and plunder. He gave up the opportunity to quickly destroy Becafen and go south along the Tara Bek River to take Tara Beheim and even Brunswick. He gave up the opportunity to take advantage of the resurrection of the Orc Supreme Beast King, Cruel Getwo, to assemble an army of more than 100,000 Orcs. He also gave up the opportunity to meet the Chaos warlords in the Brass Stronghold of the Central Mountains.
After a successful start, Motekin only had two goals left in his mind. The first was to attack Von Zhukov's Castle, and the second was to attack Wolfenburg.
Prince Sigurd felt that it was unreasonable. Von Zhukov's Castle was very well defended, and there were more than 100,000 Empire soldiers stationed in it. However, Motekin insisted on attacking. In the end, the Chaos army, which had abundant soldiers, lost at least 100,000 soldiers after forcefully attacking Von Zhukov's Castle.
If conquering Von Zhukov Castle was of some strategic significance, at least it would open up the gates of Auster. However, Sigwald could not understand why Motekin insisted on attacking Wolfenburg.
Wolfenburg was located on a huge rock at the foot of the central mountain range and in a deep valley. It was originally a large fortress built by the dwarves, but the dwarves in the central mountain range gave it up for some reason, and it was taken over by humans. It was originally designed to be a fortress that could withstand sieges and sieges for a long time. This large castle had no strategic value, and there were no important treasures worth mentioning in it, such as artifacts or cathedrals of weak gods in the south. Why would Motekin want to attack it?
Was their hatred really irreconcilable?
Even if the revenge was accomplished, was it really worthwhile for Motekin to spend so much time and manpower just to kill the Kurfürsten's family and excavate their ancestral grave?
The champion of the Perverted God could not understand Motekin's thoughts. Sigwald thought to himself, "All you think about is revenge. WDNMD! Our army of Chaos is looting everywhere in the Empire. Isn't it good to have a banquet? Isn't it good to enjoy every day in a drunken stupor? Isn't it good to dress up beautifully and dance while massacring? "
However, the order of the Eternal God of Chaos was absolute. Sigwald's adoptive father, Perverted, also made his beloved son obey Motekin's orders. Sigwald had no choice but to besiege Herzig with resentment and dissatisfaction.
In summary, the champion of the Perverted God did not intend to have a decisive battle here. His plan was to ambush the Orcs and delay Laing while he retreated to the central mountain range.
The thousands of Orcs were defeated without a fight when Lionheart appeared. The thousands of Orcs didn't even put up a fight against Lionheart and his vanguard troops. They were defeated, and more than half of the Orcs were killed.
"Idiots!" Sigwald was standing at a high point outside the city. Seeing this, the champion of the Perverted God scolded, "Just twenty minutes! Just twenty minutes! What are these Orcs doing? Even if there are eight thousand pigs! The Brittany can't even catch all of them in seven to eight hours! In less than half an hour, all of them collapsed! "
"My Lord's beloved son, there are many enemies, and they are very powerful. They have rich combat experience." The Demon Prince Azazel said to Sigwald, "Master isn't a God who's good at fighting. We don't have enough troops. For now, we should consider retreating for the time being. I've told you before, Ryan Macado is the brother of the Purple Phoenix Forgen in the new world. I've lost to Forgen once, so I'm afraid that Ryan will be harder to deal with than Forgen."
"Why didn't I know! But it's too late to retreat now! " Prince Sigwald's judgment was accurate. The Brittany Knights were charging towards the Perverted God's army. If they retreated now, it would be a total collapse. The Perverted God's army was not as fearless as the Khorasan believers. They were not as good at positional warfare as the Nurture legion. They were also not like the Tzeentech legion, who had a large amount of Mana and tactics to protect them.
They had to make full use of their strengths and avoid their weaknesses in order to let the Perverted God's army retreat in this war.
Prince Sigwald was the first to issue an order. The barbarian warriors held spears, axes, and shields in their hands and formed a tight formation at the front. Sigwald had always looked down on the Kurgans and Noskas. In the eyes of the perverted prince, these barbarians were nothing more than cannon fodder.
Just as Sigwald expected, facing the Knight King Laing and the Brittany Knights led by him, the Barbarian Warriors were defeated without a doubt. They collapsed and fled in all directions, losing all their honor like a group of stray dogs.
"Haha." The Perverted God's Chosen Champion could not help but laugh wildly. "Idiots, they're really idiots. The role of these Barbarians is to offer a beautiful death. It's just for fun to watch them die. If they want art, it's still up to the Chaos Warriors and my Lord's Chosen Champions."
In the end, the hope of victory still fell on Prince Sigwald himself. The Perverted God's Chosen Champion once again raised his shield and looked in the mirror. "Who is more beautiful than the Knight King Laing?"
"How can a country bumpkin like Nord compare to you!" The Perverted God's Chosen Champion, Bagley – Twisted Calamity, fawned over Sigwald.
"Hmm ~" Prince Sigwald then asked the Demon Prince Azazel, "Who is more beautiful, me or the Knight King Laing?"
"A country bumpkin can't compare to a prince's beauty." Azazel stuck out his tongue and said with a twisted expression.
The Perverted God's Chosen Champion was finally satisfied. He pulled out the Perverted God's Silver Sword and admired his smooth and handsome face under the blade once again. Then, he flew down from above.
At this time, the front lines of the Perverted God's Army had already collapsed. The Knight King Laing and the Lake Goddess Witch Morgiana personally charged into the battlefield. Behind them were the Holy Grail Knights and the White Wolf Knights, followed by the Teutonic Guards led by Kurfürst Boris and Big Yurick.
The Old Guard, who was wearing the fine plate armor of the Halfling Dwarves and a bearskin hat, advanced under the cover of the knights on both sides. Their movement was so smooth that it was almost like an art. This made the Perverted God's followers praise them non-stop. At the same time, they complained that this group of people was too strict, resulting in too much seriousness and not enough beauty. But no matter what, the Old Guard's phalanx soon exchanged fire with the Barbarian Army. The musketeers' muskets spewed out white smoke one after another. In the distance, the artillery troops lined up in rows were already reloading, and the Blazing Sun Rocket Launchers had already begun to fire. The judgment that fell from the sky made the Perverted God's Army's already unstable front line extremely miserable.
The Warriors of Chaos crashed into the lance formation led by the Knight King himself. The Griffin Ipris took the lead to break through the halberd formation of the Warriors of Chaos. Its armor with the pattern of a green fire lizard on it was extremely hard. Even the halberds and swords of the Warriors of Chaos could not break its defense. Ipris opened its mouth, and lightning swept across.
The Brittany knights took the opportunity to charge forward. They followed their beloved king and were ready to welcome another glorious victory. The sound of the Brittany horses' hooves resounded on the battlefield like the bell of doomsday, killing the Barbarian Warriors and the Warriors of Chaos. Morgiana summoned chain lightning and a large area of thorny forest to blast and bind the Warriors of Chaos. Veronica summoned meteors from the sky to bombard the assembled Warriors of Chaos. Aurora and Teresa were busy casting protective magic on the Old Guard and the knights. On this day, the knights and the Old Guard at the forefront enjoyed the protection of the Ice Barrier.
However, the Perverted Army did not sit still. The Demon Prince Azazel let out a crazy and sharp howl. A large-scale Perverted Magic cast a group of hundreds of knights and squires into madness and despair. They threw away their weapons as if they were going to enjoy the feeling of being alive for the last time before the end of the world. They scratched their skin crazily with their hands, tore their robes, and begged helplessly for the lady's salvation.
This time, their Goddess did not disappoint them. The Light of Salvation of the Lake Fairy sprinkled down from the sky. The Goddess's divine spell enveloped the knights, helping them expel the corruption and restore their consciousness. The beautiful figure of the Lake Fairy danced in the sky. The platinum light she sprinkled down temporarily freed the knights from the influence of the large-scale Pernicious Magic, and they continued to charge forward.
Seeing that the Pernicious Army could not resist Laing's attack, in Herzig City, after a brief discussion with General Scharnhorst, Kurfürst immediately decided to personally lead the Drakwald Patrol Battalion out of the city to support Laing's Army. The Kurfürst personally led two thousand men out, but he immediately ordered Herzig to put away the drawbridge and close the city gate.
"I can die, but this city must not fall." Kurfürst ordered General Scharnhorst, "Unless we defeat the Pernicious Army, we must not open the city gate! No one can do it! "
After that, the horn sounded, and the Kurfürst personally led his personal guards onto the battlefield.
"… Yes!!!" The general of the Empire obeyed the order with tears in his eyes. Then, he angrily shouted at General Küchler in Nur, "What are you waiting for? Fire! Fire at the place where there are a lot of Chaos scum! "
"Understood!"
At one point, the Knight Army had charged deep into the heart of the Perverted Army. But now, it seemed that they would not be able to maintain their offensive. The Perverted God's Chosen Champion, Prince Sigwald, had personally joined the battle. In a flash, the Silver Sword of Perverted Sin in his hand pierced through the throats of three Knights. Behind him, there were the Perverted God's Chosen Warriors who had been running rampant in the Northern Wasteland for hundreds of years — the Mirror Guard Army and a large group of Perverted Demons.
The bodies of the perverted demons were soft and supple. Their steps were graceful and graceful. As they twisted their bodies, they displayed a bewitching sense of beauty. Their every movement was filled with charm. From their mouths came an incomparably soft and melodious song. Although it was noisy, it was enough to cause mortals to lose their minds.
Even if the knights had strong willpower, they still had a short moment of hesitation after hearing such demonic music. The momentum of the attack slowed down, and the Pernicious Army got a short chance to regroup. Prince Sigwald and the Demon Prince Azazel regrouped their troops, and Laing pulled out the Nemesis from his back.
The dazzling light from the sword pointed to the sky and lit up the sky. It reflected the power of the Lake Fairy, and streaks of platinum ripples swept across the battlefield. The magic of the Pernicious Demons had lost its effect. The knights and the infantry could only feel a warmth in their bodies, and their wounds were healing.
"We must, unite!" The Nemesis was burning with flames. Laing faced the Pernicious Army and pointed the Nemesis at the Mirror Guard, "For the Lady and the King! For Brittany! "
"Ahhhhhh!" The morale of the army was high. The blessings from the Lady and the King made them fearless, "For the Lady, for Brittany!"
The army of the Empire was approaching. Kurfürst Hildebrand's giant eagle had entered the battlefield, and the Pernicious Army was about to be attacked from two sides!
"Tsk!" Prince Sigwald sneered, "Knight King, Laing! Just you wait! "
"For the Pernicious Demons! For Chaos!!! " The Pernicious Demon Prince Azazel spread his wings and flew directly towards Laing. The Pernicious Demons and the Chosen Warriors were instantly ecstatic. They sang the Pernicious Demons' praises loudly and announced that they had won in the language of Pernicious Demons!
Azazel swore that he would take revenge for being killed by Laing's brother Fulgen. The Demon Prince's figure was as fast as the wind and as fast as lightning. The Knight King raised his warhammer and blocked Azazel's attack that was aimed at his throat. However, Empris under him could not withstand the Pernicious Demon Prince's illusionary swordsmanship and was forced to retreat. Laing had no choice but to block again. In just one second, the Knight King had neutralized six of the swordsmanship that was aimed at his vital points.
How could the original Gray Knight, the Chosen Champion of the Lake Fairy, the Brittany Knight King fail in this situation? Just before rushing into the battlefield, Laing had already prepared his ultimate move. As he kept chanting the Emperor's Mantra, a black hole of spiritual energy that was constantly collapsing inward had formed in his hand. Just as Azazel's sword was about to pierce his throat, Laing was already prepared!
Demon Time, activate!
Azazel's body was instantly enveloped by Laing's power. Almost at the same time, the Demon Prince's body was shrouded by the black hole. His body began to tear and spurt out blood. The power that formed the foundation of his existence in the mortal world was disintegrating. Finally, it split into distorted chaotic energy and was sent back to the realm of Chaos. The Demon Prince's expression changed from complacent to terrified. He only had time to look at the pale-faced Knight King and Laing before he was sucked into the black hole.
Azazel, the Pernicious Demon Prince, was once again exiled from the mortal world.
Laing, who had just finished off Azazel, was still a little out of breath due to the overload of spiritual energy. In the midst of the chaos, he encountered the golden-haired beauty wearing a fine gold armor, the Pernicious Chosen Champion, Prince Sigwald.
Both sides recognized each other. Prince Sigwald was full of fighting spirit. "I know you!"
"I know you too!" Laing panted slightly. "It seems that we are destined to have a duel."
"That's right. Our duel is perfect!" Prince Sigwald's body suddenly shone brightly. "So, I've decided. I can't enjoy such a perfect duel in one go. I've decided to save it for next time. Otherwise, I won't be able to take it! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! This is so good! This is the taste! "
“？？？” Before Laing could react, Prince Sigwald's Mirror Guardians had gathered together and unleashed the most powerful divine spell of Pernicious. The strong light was so bright that Laing could not open his eyes. The Knight King had to cover his eyes. The knights and the Old Guard behind them were forced to retreat in the face of such strong light. They did not have time to cover their eyes and were controlled and confused by the illusion. They stood still and fell into a state of dizziness.
"It's Sigwald's time now! Enough milk! " Those were Sigwald's last words on the battlefield. When the blinding light dissipated, the champion of the Chosen of the Gods and his army of mirror guards were nowhere to be seen. "I'll be back!"
The Pernicious Chosen Champion retreated with his personal guards and a small number of Chaos Chosen Warriors.
Seeing that their commander had abandoned them, the remaining 20,000 soldiers of the Pernicious Army let out a cry of defeat. The army trembled and collapsed in the direction of the central mountain range.
Laing: "???"
Asuyan's prophecy was not reliable!
What happened to the intense and exciting duel?
They ran away?
This …
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