Chapter 283: The Last Light (XI)

In Erengrad, on the stone road leading to Ostland, Yevskyboye, who was marching quickly with his personal guards on fast horses, encountered unexpected blockers at the border between Kislev and the Empire.

The weather in Erengrad was different from that in the north. The scorching sun in the clear afternoon was extremely dazzling to Boye, who had not slept all night. He had forgotten that several good horses had died on the road, and there was no need to remember it now.

Boyer and four Winged Hussars stopped on the road, warily confronting the "farmer" under the shadow of the cypress tree on the left side of the road ahead.

Yevsky recognized the farmer's temperament. A farmer shouldn't have such a noticeable smell of blood, and his skin was abnormally white. He was a secret policeman.

The secret police were not like this before. Everything has changed since Catherine came to power.

There used to be more than sixteen boyers at the border, but it was these secret policemen without fixed identities who reduced the number of boyers to what it is today.

The vendors passing by noticed the tension between the two sides, and these savvy speculators quickened their pace as they passed by, as no one wanted to be dragged into the mess.

The secret policeman tore off his dirty and old cloth and threw it in front of Boyer's horse with a bit of disgust. Yevsky didn't care about his offense. His eyes were fixed on the secret policeman who was only wearing civilian clothes. Yes, this soldier was not wearing armor! They still had a chance. The missing secret policeman could only be classified as "accidentally missing". No boyer or minister would be willing to stand up for the Tsar's lackey.

But before that, Yevsky hopes to solve the problem through communication:

"Why are you blocking us?"

"You have lost your loyalty to Her Majesty."

"I have always been loyal to the Tsar and have never wavered. It is not a wise choice to slander a boyar."

"So where are you going now? The Empire?"

"I need to go to Wolfenburg to deal with some trade issues. The caravan I sent to the Empire was detained by those greedy Imperials. I will invite you to celebrate with us after the matter is resolved."

Yevsky offered a bribe implicitly, but the secret policeman seemed to have no interest in money. Instead, there was an abnormal appetite in his eyes when he looked at Boye.

"Don't quibble, Boyer. You are committing treason. You want to collude with the empire to overthrow the Tsar's rule. I have arrested five traitors in the past month, and you will be the sixth."

Anger made Yevsky's beard tremble slightly. Boye drew his sword first and rode his horse towards the secret police. The four winged cavalry also drew their swords and followed Boye.

The secret police just stood there, but he didn't look like a frightened coward. Yevsky saw contempt in the secret police's facial expression.

Just as a bad premonition filled Boye's heart, a sword light that was extremely fast ended Boye's thoughts.

It is not a human being. Yevsky realized before he died that it is impossible for a human to kill a charging horse with one sword and have enough strength to cut off the head of the rider on the horse.

The Winged Hussar's roar of shock and anger mixed with screams drifted away, and Boyer's head rolled to the ground with his eyes glaring, and finally lost his hearing.

"Katrin the Throne! Ursun will curse you! You betrayed Kislev! You..."

Bertaboye's shrill cry echoed in the dusk of Kislev and finally came to an abrupt end.

Prince Berta, standing high on the city wall, scratched his ears. All those who spread rumors would be killed, and Boye would not be an exception.

The moment he heard Berta's call for help, Prince Berta realized that this was a boye who was inclined towards the Eastern State and was using rumors to deceive the South into sending troops.

Another Chaos army is approaching Kislev? Come on, why didn't the secret police in the north report such a major event?

"The one hundred and thirty-seventh vampire."

Hagrot, the war messenger, patrolled the garrisons, looking suspiciously at the heads presented by his men. These warbands that had gone ahead to plunder brought back many vampire heads, and almost every warband could bring back dozens.

When the Khorne Cult from the south arrived at the Chaos army's base, bringing eight carts of vampire heads, the Champion Lord of Khorne could not help but push his men aside and carefully observe the snow in the base.

He must have come to the right place, this was Kislev, not Sylvania.

The leader of the Khorne Cult was in awe of the Chaos Lord Champion. Under the gaze of dozens of other Chaos Lords, the underground ruler of Kislev rarely experienced the emotion of fear.

He unveiled his robe, revealing his strong, scarred muscles in the cold wind. The nearly disfigured man plucked up his courage and loudly reported the cult's results to the Chaos Lord Champion.

"Great Messenger of God! Destroyer of Eight Cities! Doom of Nations! Our warriors found these blood-sucking cowards when they were heading north! They were vulnerable in front of the powerful Champion of Khorne! No coward escaped. All the vampires who fled out of fear of your majesty were beheaded by the Champion of the Order! Our warriors killed all the cowards who were afraid of fighting!"

As a descendant of the Lamia family, Angelina hasn't experienced the emotion of despair for a long time.

It was once the underground ruler of the Western frontier, the tsar's hidden dagger, the master of the secret police that terrified the nobles.

But all this lost its meaning when hordes of Chaos Warriors poured into the border lands.

Angelina no longer had the opportunity to report to the Tsar that the border lords had colluded with the Daha sect in such a rebellious act, and she could no longer protect herself.

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Even hiding in the secret cellar of the village granary, Angelina did not feel safe at all.

It wished it was still a human so it could hide in Mirkavala and receive the protection of the "God of Fire" Daha.

No wonder those boyars had recklessly sent their subjects into the fortress where the Daha Temple was located.

When the passing merchants suddenly transformed into cruel Khorne believers, the vampires who had nowhere to hide realized that it was not a few Norse tribes that invaded Kislev, but a Chaos army that was enough to make all the cultists of Kislev respond.

What's the use of knowing all this now? It can use its keen hearing to hear the dense footsteps of Khorne's followers on the ground. These Chaos lackeys can accept most of the spoils of the Chaos army, because Chaos warriors only need to kill, and the legendary Chaos Lord Hagrot only needs a high skull seat.

When they emptied the granary, would anyone be able to find the entrance to the secret room? Angelina didn't want to know. She had the confidence to deal with a single champion warrior, but she didn't have the courage to fight against a large group of Chaos Warriors. Even the oldest vampires wouldn't want to fight against hundreds of God's Chosen Ones alone.

"Another warrior is going to the north to challenge the two champions?"

"We must take Milcavala as soon as possible, and then continue south."

“Maybe we can go around Milcavala.”

"No way! The Yankees all hid there, and I didn't cut off a single head!"

"Isn't there a regiment of Southerners running away outside?"

"They're McTeer's spoils, just a few thousand Yankees."

(End of this chapter)