Chapter 282 The Last Light (Ten)
There is still a chance. As long as the four dark gods do not reach an agreement, they will never be able to reach an agreement.
In Ulthuan, the magical vortex that shot up into the sky spun more and more violently. The mages who had built the "Great Vortex" together with Caledor Dragon Tamer tried their best to maintain the vortex that gathered the magical winds and sent them back to the polar star gates. But even with the help of the ancient relics between the pedestals, they were about to collapse.
Thousands of powerful wills arrived at the Island of Death in the center of Oshuan in an instant. Mages sorted out the magic power and built a defense network to dispel the chaotic magic, which barely kept the vortex going.
They had long known that the "Great Vortex" was only a temporary plan to fight chaos, but it was a plan that had to be implemented because even the oldest among them could not close the star gates at the poles.
At the center of the vortex, Caledor concentrated on fighting the winds of magic, but his companions were dwindling.
From time to time, great elven wizards who were famous seven thousand years ago could not hold on, and their souls disappeared from the center of the vortex.
Those successors gradually became tired, and their souls dissipated like smoke.
Only Caledor the Dragon Tamer, "King of Wisdom" Bel K'Hades and "Sage" Bel Haze were left.
Almost all Asur wizard families have dreamed of their ancestors. Those ancient souls urged the wizards to set foot on the Island of Death, step into the "Great Vortex", and take over their mission passed down from generation to generation.
The legions of Itaza, the original city, are ready. Hatching pools are running non-stop, producing one lizardman legion after another.
The Skink Priest relays the final commands whispered by the Toad in his sleep.
If the Slann fail to repel the tide of magic coming from the north, all temple cities will fall under the threat of the demon army, which will be the second "Cataclysm".
Mortals would panic at the slightest movement, but demons would not.
They have more intuitive and clear commands.
For a moment, Uzul didn't know whether to chase after the Lord of Change, Sasoril, or continue the unfinished duel.
In the end, he chose to kill the target in front of him first.
"Escape? Why?"
Ivyland, the blind prophet who was about to incite the emperor of the empire, received the urgent urging of the white crow. It had never been so agitated before.
In the end, the prophet chose to follow the revelation of fate and fled to the south.
The Changeling left Lustria. In order to prevent the demon toads from reacting and returning from Ulthuan, it could not affect Lustria too much.
The invisible creature under the void robe sang a joyful song and disappeared into the dawn before the Blood God cast his gaze.
Now the false god of the mortal realm has no choice, unless He doesn't care about Lady Kislev.
Such changes are enough to plunge all ancient races into despair. Under its instigation, the cold-blooded race has already made a gesture of total war. This cannot be faked, and all gods who can see the changes in the mortal world know what it means.
Ursun and Thor would not help him, for they were already in trouble themselves.
Being used doesn't feel good, and it feels even worse when the Mirror God finds that even his own reaction was predicted by the other party.
For a monstrous demon lord, this was an absolute humiliation.
It has always been the only one who uses others, and it has always been the one who induces other beings!
The Chaos Lords of the Norsca Peninsula received a special order, which came directly from the Supreme Being and ordered them to return to the north and continue the bloody battle that had lasted for nearly ten thousand years.
But it was this Supreme True God who had instructed them to go south before.
With no choice or power to resist, the loyalists of Khorne marched overland into the wastes in battle, but this meant passing through the Norse Mountains.
They had to go south first and then north. Crossing the Chaos Sea directly was not a good option. They were fed up with the unpredictable nature of the Chaos Sea when they came here.
Of course, no Chaos Lord can completely control his subordinates, and those Chaos war groups that get lost along the way are beyond their control.
Inside the suspension engine, Teclis discovered through magic a larger tide of Chaos in the north. The number of Chaos minions was greater than that of Shashuo, enough to make the archmage lose the will to resist.
They were moving southward, like a flood that had broken through a dam, occupying every glacier and every ice field.
Endless battles filled the Chaos Clusters, but even with the civil wars along the way, their numbers did not decrease at all.
Humans caught the elves' sudden sense of powerlessness, but the elves' outward emotions disappeared in the blink of an eye, and everything seemed like an illusion.
Lynch was under the illusion that he had not moved at all, because he had lost his reference point and there were Chaos Warriors everywhere.
Perhaps he has swung the scepter tens of thousands of times, but this only means one despairing fact - although he seems to have killed a lot of Chaos Warriors, in fact, at most tens of thousands of Chaos Warriors died. Even if half of the legion was eliminated by magic, the remaining half of the Chaos Warriors would be far more than ten thousand.
Such killing is beyond the imagination of mortals. No one can swing a weapon continuously for tens of thousands of times, and few people can have such a fast striking speed.
The strength of an individual is of no avail in the face of the strength of the group; all present are inhuman monsters.
If there is no external interference, the Chaos Warriors can fight to the end without sleep, food or water, but Lynch still needs supplies after the overloaded activities, and he cannot rely solely on the wind of magic to maintain high-intensity combat.
But Chaos Warriors can, they were born as evil weapons to make up for the number of demons.
Gloomy dark clouds blocked the rising sun. Rivechiboye and the soldiers sat around campfires, using the flames to warm their stiff hands.
Big Boye was more confused than the other fighters because he saw no hope of surviving the upcoming battle.
What does it mean that there are endless Chaos Warriors? This means that their number is at least tens of thousands, and the military force to destroy the border does not need tens of thousands of Chaos Warriors, only thousands are enough.
Chaos Warriors are not comparable to ordinary humans wearing plate armor. Not only do they have excellent protection provided by demon armor, they also have strength far beyond that of ordinary people, as well as thousands of battle experiences.
After the boyars died in battle, who would protect the people of the Western states? The Tsar who ruled the South? Or the Eastern and Northern states that were in the midst of a civil war?
If the Chaos Warriors were allowed to rise again through slaughter, the Empire might not be able to resist this invasion.
Yes, their death is even meaningless and will only make the enemy stronger, but they have no choice but to resist, and have to perish in the resistance, thus boosting the arrogance and power of the Chaos Legion.
Rivet tried hard to control his expression. He couldn't lose his composure. He was the core of the border. Once he fell into despair, the remaining soldiers would lose their last backbone.
(End of this chapter)
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