Chapter 428 Pastor

Perhaps the threat of demise was still effective, or perhaps the woman with an empty brain finally realized that the other party never joked.

The subsequent progress was smooth.

"The Chosen One is with us, or more precisely, in the hands of the Purple Rose Cult. Those idiots who think they are superior actually dare to give us orders. So what if they have the Son of God? Who doesn't have a god as a backer?"

The constantly bending silhouette listened quietly to the woman's complaints, he didn't care about the struggle between the Slaanesh Cults, he just needed to know where the Chosen One was.

However, Slaanesh's ignorant followers were never known for their reliability, and in order to get more information, he had to suppress the urge to kill the woman immediately and listen carefully to her nonsense.

That underground organization in Marienburg was a bit too much. Middenland was the territory of the Purple Hand, and they had stretched their hands too far.

Even the "Parliament of Destiny" that was rampant last year did not touch the core of the Dark Purple Hand. Facts have proved that the long-standing secret organization at sea was wise. They fell in the winter like summer flowers, but the Dark Purple Hand will last forever.

The Purple Rose Order is just a rising star that was born in the past hundred years. It is not worthy of being compared with the "Parliament of Destiny" that has been passed down for thousands of years, but it has courage that no one can match.

Perhaps this is the nature of Slaanesh's followers, they prance about the stage like clowns, showing no remorse until a more irresistible force slaps them to death.

If they did have minds, they would not believe in Slaanesh.

They seem to think that a demigod alone can control the empire's underworld?

It's an interesting idea. The "Lord of Law" has seen many demigods in the past two hundred years, and the one from the Purple Rose Order is the stupidest one among them.

Ah! Yes! The emissaries of the Dark Prince have always been known for their frivolity, and even if the Supreme Master of the Purple Hand had the ability to summon them, he would not want to bother them.

It should be rewarded as a reward for amusing the Ruler of the Purple Hand. Perhaps after Emperor Magnus defeats the greenskins, he will miss the chaotic Westland, and the weather there should be changed.

Stricter laws and new troops would let those clowns know why the empire still stands today - many demigods died at the hands of mortals.

But before that, the Lord of Law must deal with the recent chaos, otherwise Lord Midden will crack down first.

In any case, "Paradise" cannot appear on earth.

Preaching in secret should be a tacit understanding that should be made public. Before the true anointed one, the butcher of the kings of the nations, is born, all religious groups within the empire must remain in peace.

It's almost unbearable.

Why do these grasshoppers have to jump at the most severe time? Don't they know that the bleak autumn has arrived and all existence is in danger?

Drakenfer the Eternal has begun to withdraw its power in secret, and its church should not be involved in an inexplicable disaster.

"Listen, this is my last reminder to you as a partner."

"Speak." Frivolously, the half-male, half-female will connected with the Eternal in the invisible sky.

The commanding tone made Drachenfell so angry that he laughed. It had never been ordered before. If it was in the mood, it could play with mortals. Obviously, it didn't have this interest now.

Drachenfell was so angry that his mind was quivering, and since he had made a covenant with the Chaos Gods at the Stargate, he thought that this idiot had no right to contradict his master's master.

As early as eight thousand years ago, it unilaterally declared that the gods of the chaos realm were its servants, and that all gods must pay tribute to it and provide demons as slaves.

No one knows why the gods agreed to this treaty, but the fact is that Drachenfell can indeed control the demons at will.

"You loser! I saw the flames spreading outward from the Shadow Forest in Ostland. It has already engulfed the Shadow Forest and is about to set Duncanwald Forest on fire! Idiot! A god is walking on the earth and you have no idea!"

"That's just a false god that has not been promoted. Your reaction is too extreme, my friend." The laughing thoughts teased the Eternal.

At the border between the Empire and Bretonnia, the entity of Drakenfell, a gentleman in a top hat, had a moustache that was crooked with anger.

The goatee on its chin trembled with anger. Even an immortal who had lived through fifteen thousand years had rarely dealt with such a fool.

"I have witnessed the coming of the Ancient Ones! You empty-headed bug, I know the power of the Old Gods better than you do!"

Its ally Nagash was defeated once again, and the Immortals still remember the enemy they last joined forces to fight - Sigmar.

No villain is willing to keep failing. What's more, compared to Nagash, few people even remember Drakenfel, who claims to be the master of evil.

Of course, it would not continue to lick its wounds in a secret fortress. It decided to turn over a new leaf after the storm passed.

When Magnus died of old age and the true gods who passed through the border left, it surrendered to the Empire.

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According to the plan, this brainless secret keeper should be the sacrifice that Drakenferr would use to gain the trust of mankind decades later.

Now it seems that it has to change its approach.

It will use the stolen wealth to compensate everyone it has harmed, apologize at every grave of the dead, and then correct its evil ways after successfully integrating into the empire.

Of course, for Drakenfell, such arbitrary thoughts would always come to mind, and it was uncertain which ones would be executed and which ones were just fantasies.

A Sigmar missionary is undoubtedly unwelcome in the northern part of the empire, and their identities are easy to determine - anyone who sees a shining bald head in the crowd should understand that a Sigmar priest has arrived.

Eugen was worried that he would be put in a sack and beaten by the villagers who were eyeing him covetously, but he cared more about another thing. Sigmar clearly had beautiful long hair, but his followers who worshipped him as a god all shaved their heads.

They don't even wear helmets, perhaps a tradition learned from the Cult of Ulric, but the Teutons don't wear helmets to highlight their bravery and let the enemy see their wild hair and beards. What's the reason for the Sigmar priests? Is it because they are afraid that the helmets will cut off their connection with Sigmar? Don't be kidding.

No one knows where this tradition came from, the Oracle only knows that it makes his disguise as a Sigmar priest much more difficult.

Not everyone has the courage to give up their beautiful hair.

The pastor gave his speech as usual, and as expected, a few drunkards gave him a greeting with wine bowls.

The fleeing priest disappeared in the crowd. Eugen could easily recognize him. He turned around in the crowd, still wandering around with a thieving heart - his bald head was reflecting the sunlight.

(End of this chapter)