Chapter 256: A Time of Turbulence

Egil's increasingly violent gaze almost made the prophet lose his ability to speak, and he had to hastily make up for his linguistic mistakes.

"Of course, that is why I have come, and Khorne has sent down His gift.

You will find a wife in Bretonnia who can bear a male child, in the name of Khorne! The Sons of Chaos must be baptized in blood and fire!"

Almost at the moment the voice fell, the excited Khorne champion almost chopped off the wizard's head. Fortunately, the prophet had anticipated it, and the battle axe only hit the empty snow. The fierce blow caused an avalanche on one side of the snow-capped mountain.

In the blink of an eye, a blind old man in gray clothes appeared in the northern wasteland. The heat from the flaming double axes singed his already sparse hair, and he hurriedly walked into the depths of the wasteland without a care in the world.

The thunderous roar echoed endlessly in the depths of the Shadow Continent. The earth responded to it, huge cracks appeared in the sky, and the violent hurricane was the laughter of the powerful.

Magma flowed on the ground, and the prophet respectfully crossed the obstacles and ran to the brass altar following the echoes.

The magma was filled with unburned corpses, and even these dead seemed to be calling out a name.

"Abel!"

"Abel!"

Hundreds of thousands of Chaos warriors blocked the Prophet's way. Countless Chosen Ones were like demons deep in the nightmares of the mortal nations. They surrounded the brass altar, fanatically roaring the name of their leader, as if calling for victory.

The endless fighting in the Shadow Continent was temporarily stopped by a champion. The defeated three gods did not take the opportunity to send out new legions because their most elite champion had been defeated by the Blood God's Chosen One.

"Abel!"

"Undefeated!"

"Undefeated Abel!"

Nearly one million demon warriors witnessed this sacred moment. The evil moon was dragged above the polar regions by the powerful. The bloody moonlight foreshadowed endless war and bloodshed.

The Chosen Champion of Khorne is born, another unbeatable champion who has survived a thousand years of suffering, a servant that the Blood God can be proud of.

The bloody battle that lasted for a thousand years proved Abair's ability. The heads of the Tzeentch Demon Princes were piled high on the left side of the brass altar. The eight Demon Princes bound in the skull seats begged for mercy humbly in fear to the Blood God.

Magic is ultimately an external object, and Abel's actions are the best proof of this.

In response, Khorne granted him the power to despise magic.

On the right side of the altar, the pile of corpses of the Great Unclean Ones had already decayed, the corpses of the Nurgle demons were burned to ashes by flames, and the laughter of the Mighty One came from behind the star gate. The Blood God granted Abair an immortal body as a reward.

The remains of the Great Daemons of Slaanesh were piled in the middle of the altar, the ultimate sacrifice for these fools who had profaned the battle.

Khorne had achieved a brief victory in the "Great Game", which Abair had won through countless battles.

In the Chaos Realm, in the Brass Fortress, Khorne stood up from his skull throne, grabbed a long-defeated and incompetent bloodthirsty demon, turned it into a giant flesh hound, and threw it to the brass altar outside the star gate to serve as the mount of the chosen champion.

The best chosen champion of Khorne's history will never get tired, but if he dares to flee without a fight one day and humiliates Khorne, he will be blessed and deformed into an ignorant Chaos Spawn.

The laughter of the Mighty One dissipated in the biting cold wind, and the prophet dared to approach the brass altar again.

A white crow flew by, and the prophet appeared directly in front of Abel.

The flattering human trembled and said to the champion:

"Undefeated Abel! You are the destined champion chosen by God.

There is no one who can rival you in the Shadow Continent, and the powerful enemies in the Chaos Realm are too elusive and hard to find.

Go to the Norsca Peninsula! Your enemies are there! The cold-blooded Old Saint Champion and the Blood God's Undead Hunter are heading to the Icefield together, where the next Supreme Magic Swordsman of the High Elves will undergo the final test.

They are exactly the powerful enemies you are looking for!"

The prophet said this hurriedly, and without caring whether Abel responded or not, he disappeared with the help of the white crow.

"Hagrot. Warbringer, the calamity of all nations!

The powerful destroyer of the eight realms, the will of the Blood God dyed the evil moon bloody, and He is calling for war! The southern countries are in turmoil, and the terror brought to the countries by the Eternal God's Chosen has not yet dissipated. Now is the best time! Powerful champion, go south! While there is still time.

The eternal defenders of the Old Ones are hunting, and the immortal skull-taker is approaching the Norse peninsula.

Go south, use the heads of the southerners to build a skull seat, please the glorious blood god, and after you are upgraded, return to the northern peninsula to regain hegemony!"

On the Norse Peninsula, after another bloody battle between the Chaos Lords, the returning Prophet found the winner who united all the tribes.

Continuing to let the Chaos Lords fight among themselves on the Norse Peninsula is definitely not beneficial to the Prophet.

The Hell Peak Mountains are far away from the southern countries, and it takes a month just to march there.

If the fight continues, a more powerful integrator will be born, but the Son of the Ancient Saint who is gradually approaching will definitely not allow the path to advancement to be smoothly implemented.

In order to prevent all previous efforts from being wasted, the Prophet could only rush forward to warn the Chaos Lord that this was a wise commander and he would choose the right path.

Kislev, Zoshenk Fortress.

Rivet. The defender patrolled the stone wall. From time to time, soldiers greeted Boye, and Rivet responded one by one.

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His family ruled the Zoshenk Fortress three hundred years ago. Unlike the southern nobles, the bloody succession records in the Levich family tree allowed every heir to intuitively feel the terror of the Norsemen.

His father died in the last Chaos invasion, and his grandfather died in a raid by the Norse tribesmen.

The Ugor riders reported signs of another invasion, and Rivechi was ready to defend Kislev.

But he didn't have many soldiers left.

In Boye's memory, there should be only about 300 warriors left in Zoshenk.

In order to prevent omissions, Boyer found Andre, the official in charge of population statistics. Rivet knew that Andre was corrupt, but Boyer had no better choice. At least Andre could give approximate data.

Walking down the stone wall, Boyer returned to the center of the fortress, to the stone house on the side of Boyer's mansion.

Civilians were still using wood as building material, and even Levich did not live in a stone house. He used all the stones to reinforce the city walls.

Andre was like a shark that smelled blood. Before Levich even knocked on the door, he took the initiative to greet him.

No bullshit, Boyer doesn't like to be euphemistic:

"I want to know how many soldiers Zoshenk still has."

"More than three thousand, my great boyar. If you need us, three thousand warriors are always ready to take up arms."

Boyer stared at Andre with his sharp blue eyes, making the latter feel a little uneasy.

It is impossible to have 3,000 soldiers who can go to the battlefield. Zoshenk now has only more than 5,000 permanent residents.

"I want you to find a warrior right now."

Andre hurriedly turned around and immediately caught a young man passing by.

That's just a young child, probably not even an adult yet.

Boyer clenched his fists and, as direct as before, knocked Andre to the ground.

"You are committing murder! Sending untrained people to the battlefield is murder! Even at the last moment I will not mobilize them and let them die in vain!"

(End of this chapter)