Chapter 262: Unity

Like a rampaging chariot, none of the Norsemen present could stop Lynch's champion, and the fearlessness of mortals was ultimately shattered by inhuman power.

The futile cries of mankind were drowned out by the screaming of the scepter. The cold wind carried away the screams of the last rebel, leaving only a pile of broken corpses.

The sounds of war drums and horns could be heard not far away; it seemed that these Norsemen were just the vanguard.

But without sufficient resistance, what is the difference between doing it in batches or all at once?

The burly figures of Chaos Warriors walked out from the end of the wind and snow, groups of Demon Warriors followed their leader, and under the leadership of the king, nearly ten thousand powerful barbarians pressed towards an invader.

The heavy snow blocked the mortals' vision, and the compact drum beats and continuous horns were their crude means of obtaining information.

A wolf howl sounded from Lynch's left side, and the lizardman responded to the beast with a low growl, and there was more hesitation and wavering in the howl that sounded again.

Even the wolves on the ice field don't want to offend such monsters. Only the Chaos War Mastiffs mixed in the wolf pack have the crazy savagery to fight to the death.

There were more sounds of horse hooves in the howling of the cold wind. Perhaps only in the tribes to the south could the Norse mortal cavalry be seen. The severe cold of the ice field was unbearable even for slightly deformed war horses.

If a mortal legion faced Björling's assembled army, even with the help of gunpowder, thousands of provincial soldiers would have to prepare for a disastrous defeat.

But these mortals chose the wrong opponent. They should pray to their god, a certain demon prince, and ask the great demon in the Chaos Realm to send down power to fight against their nemesis of eight thousand years.

The sound of horse hooves on the right was getting closer, and Lynch could already hear the curses and shouts of the Norse raiders.

The lizard man's figure was exposed to the sight of the mounted plunderers. The spear that was ready to fire was thrown decisively. The brute force and inertia made the spear more powerful than a bullet, but only the shadow of the lizard man was left in place.

The raider riders only felt a gust of wind, and none of the riders had time to make a final sound as Lynch knocked over one deformed horse after another and smashed one raider after another.

After just a few charges, hundreds of Norscans were reduced to less than a hundred. The survivors lost the courage to fight under the devilish attack. When the blood-bathed Lizardmen pounced on another unlucky guy, the frightened warhorses fled with the terrified humans.

Chasing them was not a wise choice. When the dense formation dispersed, Lynch could only kill them one by one, which was a waste of time.

If they were an experienced ancient race, they would have deployed a scattered formation and sent out their best champions to delay and interfere when encountering Lynch. Obviously, these Norsemen underestimated him.

Mortals should think of Lynch as a miniature but no less powerful dragon rather than a slightly taller humanoid monster.

The sudden change in a split second caused the wolves, who were also serving as the vanguard, to lose the courage to howl.

More than a dozen Chaos War Mastiffs continued to charge forward recklessly. Lynch just stomped his feet with all his strength, and the ground cracked. The shocking wound on the ice field swallowed up the wolves that were unable to react in time. When the ground collapsed, the Lizardmen used their extraordinary agility to jump to the flat ground closer to the main force of the Norscan army.

The ice rock is not as hard as it looks. There are many holes under the ice. This is an aggressive way of playing. If Lynch is not careful, he will fall into the abyss and spend a lot of time climbing up.

The heavy snow blocked the mortals' vision. Apart from the howling of the direwolves and the creepy collision sounds, the Norsemen did not see any more unfavorable news.

After just a few minutes, there was only an unsettling silence ahead.

When the lizardmen, covered in minced meat and blood, appeared in the warriors' sight, even the most optimistic Norscans could guess the tragic end of the vanguard army.

The lizard man slowly accelerated. Lynch didn't want to waste the sunlight stored in Kotego's scepter, so he didn't light it. To outsiders, he looked like a black shadow that quickly passed by.

The air whistled slightly, as if screaming in fear, and the scream quickly turned into an explosion like a cannonball breaking through the air.

A black shadow rushed towards the boundless army at a high speed, knocking away the front army of plunderers who had no time to throw their spears, and then smashed through the front army with unstoppable force.

The lucky ones who were also at the front of the army only saw their compatriots being knocked into the air.

The closer Norscans had their eardrums pierced by the loud noise, and were honored to catch the deformed bodies of their dead compatriots that fell to the ground.

Screams rang out in the middle of the army, and the king's roar disappeared at the same moment, the drums lost their order, and the horns were in chaos when they sounded again.

The soldiers were unable to determine the orders from their superiors, and unrest spread among the front troops who had lost contact with the rear troops.

The shouts of the chiefs and the roars of the Chaos Warriors helped the Norse vanguard find their target. Many warriors raised their axes and wanted to turn around to support the chiefs, but more warriors were still confused.

The crowding and collision caused greater chaos. The hot-tempered man could be enraged with just an inadvertent push of the shoulder. The cruelty of the Norsemen cultivated powerful warriors, but it also made their army not as united as it seemed.

At first, it was just a duel between two raiders due to a collision, but then more and more battles broke out among the Norscans.

The front army was completely paralyzed, and what was worse was that the vision of mortals would always be constrained and restricted, with no conspicuous enemy for them to unite around.

By the time the rear army fell into a deathly silence, the front army had already suffered heavy casualties.

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Lynch didn't even bother to raise his weapon against them, and simply relied on charges and collisions to wipe out the mob.

He will not accept the surrender of Chaos Humanity!

"Your Majesty Katrin, Commander Vladimir refused to obey orders and threatened you, claiming that you will soon regret your arrogance towards him."

"Your Majesty! Prince Yesenin was assassinated. Captain Ilya and Deputy Captain Loban of the Kreml Guard disappeared. The secret police found traces of their communication with Boha."

Inside the royal court, Alexei listened to one urgent report after another, and a vague sense of uneasiness permeated the heart of the commander of the shooting corps.

This is not quite what the spirit in the mirror expected.

Vladimir shouldn't openly tear his face apart, which will lead Kislev directly into civil war!

Is this a conspiracy? Does the bloody Katrin want to take this opportunity to eliminate the opposition forces in the Eastern States? No, the Tsar should not do anything that is not conducive to unity. She has a better way.

The Empire, Reikland, and the "Eternal Watch" Sasoril withdrew their sights from Kislev. Everything is going according to its plan. Kislev cannot unite. Only the most serious crisis will cause Daha to ignore his weakness and come to the mortal world.

In the Sea of ​​Claws, the Invisible Island, the Mirror God gloomily puts a death sentence on every mortal who disrupts his plans, and tries in vain to control the situation in the Norse Peninsula and Kislev with the help of the Book of Fate.

The flames of Daha must be extinguished, but the mirror god has a gentler approach that does not require a direct confrontation with the spirit.

Once the gods fight to the death, all the arrangements made by the Mirror God will be wasted.

(End of this chapter)