Chapter 244 All Quiet on the Western Front

The dull roar of the Arch-Chant sounded from the southeast, and the Knights of the Black Griffin responded with roars from Sigmar's priests.

"Protect your heart!"

"I pledge to defend the purity of my thoughts!"

"Protect the people!"

"I swear to protect the Empire!"

"Sacred Guardian!"

"In the name of Sigmar! I pledge to fight against Chaos!"

The sound of pre-war prayers like war drums reached the north. When the shadow messenger in the north found that all his companions in charge of the encirclement in the south had lost contact, he felt something was wrong.

The prophecy did say that many Order reinforcements would land on Albion, but shouldn't the Imperials have encountered the legendary "Invisible Island" halfway through? Did fate go wrong? A thunderous roar came from the west, as if the earth was wailing.

According to the revelation of fate, it should be the "man holding the sun" who has come.

The Shadow Messenger still cannot decipher the meaning of this. How can the sun be held in the hands of a mortal?

The only existence that can match the prophecy is the ancient god who holds the sun high in mythology, the "God of Wilderness" Tal.

The terrifying sonic boom sounded again. The shadow messenger, who was further north and away from the battlefield, couldn't help but use magic to spy on the west, but he only saw tracts of collapsed forests and a ball of sunlight sweeping towards the center of Albion.

The shadow messengers, who were supposed to consume the strength of the Western landing reinforcements as planned, had not yet had time to gather an army of zombies before the enemy they were trying to stop disappeared.

The Shadowbringer's ambush was not completely in vain. Although Lynch ran towards the center of the island with all his might in a hurry, his teammates did not have the same extraordinary speed.

The sparse zombies in the forest gathered to the southwest, forming an endless wave of zombies.

These weak undeads fought against the warriors one after another. The heavy armor of the White Lion and the Dwarf blocked the poisonous claws of the zombies, and the battle axes containing ancient magical power easily put the corpses to rest.

The team advanced with difficulty in the traces left by Lynch's collision. Even if they fought until dawn, they might not be able to kill all the tens of thousands of zombies.

What's more, the number of zombies on the island is more than tens of thousands.

Thankfully, the mage on the team excels at fighting large-scale enemies.

The whispering sound of incantations was heard behind the zombies, as hundreds of shadow messengers tried to suppress the two truth tellers and the elven wizards.

But that elven wizard's name was Teclis.

The Archmage waved his hand gently, dispelling the magic summoned by the Shadowbringer, and used his mind to weave the "Fire of Asuryan".

The invisible heat enveloped an area of ​​five miles in radius, and the abundant magical wind of Albion Island provided great assistance to Tigris.

Under normal circumstances, it would take him a long time just to gather the wind of magic, and it would take even longer with the interference of hostile wizards.

But in Albion, Teclis could summon a pyroblast with just a snap of his fingers.

Almost at the moment the archmage put his will into magic, an invisible call came from the north.

The chaotic energy that could not be looked directly at guided Teclis's gaze. Even though his will was shaken by the power of magic itself, the archmage almost instinctively maintained the stability of the magic and countered the interference of the shadow messenger.

An invisible attraction brought the archmage's attention to the Norse Peninsula. He saw fur-covered barbarians gathering on the ice field and black-armored beasts mixed among the totems of the dark gods.

The Norse army was surrounded by surging chaotic energy. If a human was more easily corrupted, or a less skilled elven wizard, just witnessing the chaos itself would cause their mind to change.

The archmage silently chanted the name of the goddess Lilith, anchoring his soul with the help of the vastness of the deity.

The chaotic energy made the already fierce wind even more ferocious, and thick dark clouds always hovered above the chaotic tribe.

The earth was deformed by corrosion, and in the cracks of the ice field, countless fangs like granulations could be vaguely seen gnawing at the rocks.

Teclis wanted to look away, but the invisible gravitational force once again pulled the mage's will further north, to a land of corruption, a festering wound in the material world.

Eight thousand years ago, on the day when the turmoil occurred.

After the star gates placed at the poles by the ancient saints went out of control, the poles were twisted into an irreversible wasteland by the strangeness of the Chaos Demon Realm.

The Antarctic wasteland is isolated by the ocean, but the North Pole is directly connected to the continent.

Legend has it that the oldest of the Toads once fought a mythical battle of wills with Chaos at the Star Gate.

Many ancient creatures that could shake the stars died silently in the spiritual war that closed the star gate.

Eight thousand years later, it is impossible to trace back to the distant past, but the occurrence of the Great Cataclysm is enough to prove the outcome of that mythical war.

The first generation of magic toads was defeated, and even the coldest and most orderly will could not resist the power of chaos.

Low whispers lured Teclis, enticing him with truth and mystery to come a little closer, a little further north, just one more look.

The blasphemous sound that reached directly into his soul urged and forced his soul. The power of the elven goddess was like a spark in the wind, and it was as humble as dust under this power.

“Join us.”

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"Join me"

"Come to us. We are coming"

The chill from the soul almost destroyed Teclis's sanity. The elf's logic and thinking were small and powerless in the face of madness.

The boiling phoenix fire burned Teclis's spirit, and Asuryan's heat used pain to call back the elves' will.

The flames took the shape of a phoenix in the air, and all the filth was ignited by the wrath of the Phoenix God King.

The green plants regained their verdancy in the spiritual fire, the gloomy water vapor rich in dark power was evaporated, and the swamp instantly turned into a dry forest.

This magic was more powerful than Teclis had expected.

The shadow messenger wailed and turned into ashes, and tens of thousands of zombies eventually returned to dust.

A cold will floats around Teclis, providing invisible assistance to the young successors.

Teclis held the flames in the sky in his hands and subconsciously looked towards the Oracle Eugen.

The human wiped the sweat from his forehead ignorantly and looked at the wizard's powerful magic with envy.

He was oblivious to the invisible presence above him.

The thought that seemed to be of pure order looked down at the elves on the ground. The reason and logic contained in the magnificent gaze completely drove away the despair that Teclis felt when facing chaos.

A certain ancient, long-dead demon named Teclis instantly realized the identity of the visitor.

The traction of the material world pulled the spirit of the magic toad to the south. Based on this, the elves speculated that its entity in the material world was in the south. It was an elder from the southern rain forest.

After all the enemies were gone, Teclis extinguished the Phoenix Fire in the sky and led the team hurried north to keep up with the cold-blooded champion.

Lynch no longer counted on the help of the younger races. He arrived at the Ogham Stonehenge at an astonishing speed. There were only sixteen giants left defending here.

The roars of bloodthirsty demons and dragons echoed in the sky, but the ground was eerily silent.

The stupid giant covered his head, sat beside the boulder, and stared blankly to the north.

Lynch used his perception to roughly scan the battlefield. There were only corpses left on the ground, and ratmen were lurking underground who dared not show their heads.

(End of this chapter)