Chapter 48: Dark Prologue

In the south, dense torches were gradually approaching the camp.

The dragon's roar made all living creatures alert. Lynch looked up and saw that the flames formed a long dragon.

The strong barbarian beat his chest vigorously and called out to the "divine dog", which was the name of the blood god Khorne in the Norse tribe.

The God-lord Bloodletting Ghost Sword is haunted by demonic fire and mingles with mortals who believe in Chaos.

Some Norscans were wearing skins pulled from lizardmen, and their right arms turned into flesh tentacles, swinging the heads of the stink.

The deformed limbs are a manifestation of the grace of the Chaos God. Those Chaos Warriors covered in blood-red plate armor look much more normal, except that they are a head taller than the already tall Norse raiders.

God-given living armor replaces their skin, hideous skulls are the decoration of the victors, and every Chaos Warrior is able to match three elite mortal veterans!

They had long forgotten the pain, and offering their bones to the Blood God was the whole meaning of the rest of their lives.

Even more terrifying are the warriors who are rare in number and wield heavy halberds and giant axes, and are even more burly than the Chaos Warriors.

Among the ranks of Chaos Warriors, some warriors are more favored by the Blood God than their companions. They are the Chosen Ones.

Every chosen one hopes that through this great war, the Blood God will pay more attention to them.

Eventually, he was upgraded and turned into an immortal demon!

The bloated Chaos Trolls staggered on both sides of the Chaos army, breaking off thick tree trunks to use as weapons.

Several manticores surrounded the Chaos Dragon, and the Chaos Lord rode a two-headed dragon distorted by the power of Chaos.

The champion of the Blood God Khorne's Chosen has found new prey, a more worthy foe.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!"

The Chaos Lord raised his spear and roared, scaring away the dark clouds, and the evil moon cast a hopeful evil light.

The harsh cold of Antarctica could not kill him, and countless ferocious beastmen and demons could not deter him.

Now, hundreds of years of desperate fighting have finally paid off! The Blood God has issued His will, and after a bloody massacre, a vampire sneaked into the tent of the "Unbeatable" Tarofast Blood City.

After tearing the demon into two halves, the demon's head, burning with blood and fire, conveyed the Blood God's revelation.

Cooperate with the Tzeentch demons to destroy the ancient city called Itaza, and then slaughter all the cowardly Tzeentch demons after the war! After that, Tarofast will always accompany the Blood God and become the eternal Demon Prince! "Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!"

The Norse raiders raised their axes and responded to their leader's will.

Looking fanatically at the invincible figure in the sky, everyone believed that this warrior who had experienced many hardships would eventually become a god serving the Blood God!

Who would question a man who led them from north to south, slashed a river of blood, frightened the enemy so much that they dared not organize an army to resist, and traversed the ocean? The guardians of order silently arranged a neat line of defense. Asur believed in their leader, and the cold-blooded people's will to protect the way of the ancient saints was unshakable! Lin Qi let the scepter light up the glory of Kotego again, dispelling the coldness of the evil moon.

The warriors looked in reverence at this ancient chosen one who had broken through an army's formation single-handedly.

"Kotaigo!"

The Skinks shouted the holy name of the Ancient One Kotego, resisting the shouts of the evil god's minions in the distance.

The magic swordsman Obamon points his sword at the Chaos Legion, calling upon the hero of ancient times who led the elves to expel the demons.

"Aenarion!"

The soldiers also excitedly shouted the name of the first Phoenix King, the incarnation of the Phoenix God Asuryan, hoping that the spirit of this great warrior would pay attention to this.

"Aenarion!"

"Glory forever!"

"Aenarion!"

"Heroic and Immortal!"

The uniform shouting scared away the wild beasts in the forest, and the confrontation between the mortal enemies seemed like it happened long ago.

But now there is no hero to save the world, and the gods no longer provide help.

The enemy is growing stronger, while the two generations of guardians are on their way out.

Lynch glanced at his warriors. Even the most easily frightened Skinks did not flinch, because the road to the First City of Itaza was right behind them.

Itaza, the top of the Ichi Pyramid.

The pure white lizard man stood on the golden platform, overlooking the first of the cities that were mobilizing for war.

Gorok waited for the next instruction.

A large number of skink servants tied Gorok's cloak on him. Amid the noise, he still stood still like a rock.

The Urumak club was respectfully presented by the Skink, and Gorok mechanically raised it above his head, feeling the guidance of the Ancient One.

Several giant lizards worked together to lift small shields and approached. The heavy Shield of Eternity was fixed on Gorok's broad shoulders, and Gorok gradually woke up from his watch.

When the vast will of Lord Slan, the second-generation Lord Slot, one of the two rulers of Itaza, conveyed the order directly to Gorok's mind.

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The dead silence in Itaza's cold-blooded champion's eyes was replaced by resolute stubbornness!

The "Great White Lizard" Gorok looked towards the north, with only cruelty in his bloodthirsty sight.

North, City of Echoes, Zahuitak.

At this moment, no battlefield could be more brutal than the battle in this ruin.

The Lord's Taranxla spear shines as brightly as the sun in the night sky. Wherever the dim light reaches, the lizardmen fight bravely and the powerful enemies flee in fear!

Dozens of bloodthirsty demons dodged the burning of the artifact and faced the spear head-on, just like they were facing the ancient saint Taranksla! The more powerful the demon, the more they could feel the terrifying power within it.

Hundreds of legions were fighting each other, and around the immortal Tyrannosaurus Rex Kuimok and his master, there was strangely a vacuum.

Kuga's orders and the roar of the Tyrannosaurus Rex stabilized the precarious defense line. Countless warriors fell every moment, using their lives to block the door to the demons' invasion of the mortal realm.

From time to time, Tzeentch demons would use magic to attack from a distance, but these two indomitable creatures had suffered enough from the damage of magic eight thousand years ago.

There were more and more demons. Not only did they continuously rush into the battlefield from the rifts, but from time to time a big demon led a legion to appear in the jungle and cooperate with the demons blocked by the rifts to attack from both inside and outside.

No one knows how these great demons swarmed into the mortal world!

Perhaps the world has already fallen, and only these stubborn and tough fighters are left to fight back.

Ku.Ja only knew that if the demon wanted to open a passage to the City of Echoes, it had to destroy all the lizardmen on the battlefield and end its long war that had lasted for eight thousand years.

The long bloody battle between the Old World, the Empire, and Middenland has ended.

"Only the Holy One!"

Tzeentch's chosen champion whispered in the human's ear and pulled out the demonic metal staff that was stuck in the heart of the Elector of Midden.

Looking around, all I saw were the charred corpses of human soldiers.

Several Beastmen tribes were united in the Champion's will, and the Norse tribes in the north were reunited under the will of the gods.

No one could have predicted this sudden wave of chaos. Just over a decade ago, people had just repelled that great invasion, and now the power of darkness has spread again! The powerful warlock lord looked to the south, which was the end of this journey, the White Wolf City Middenheim, the capital of Middenland, and the only fortress in this province that had not been razed to the ground! Gurgast the Burner wanted to know if the eternal sacred fire of the White Wolf in the city could resist his legion.

Lustria, Lynch withdrew his gaze from the warriors. No one was more confident than him in resisting the attackers.

Nothing more than a lackey of the Dark Gods!

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