Chapter 166: Scramble for the First
The snoring continued, staying in the north.
Even the surging power of the "waaaaaagh" that resounded through the sky in the south could not awaken the self-depraved sleepers.
Perhaps they were lucky, as this allowed them to avoid the enemies that the Green Tide was facing.
On the east side of the battlefield, the greenskins in the green tide were tearing at the corpses of the ratmen, chewing them with big mouthfuls, looking at the clouds floating in from the east.
These clouds seem a little small and there are a lot of them.
Aren't they floating a little too fast?
Soon, the ferocious flying beast appeared in the sight of the greenskins.
The greenskins stared blankly at the flock of pterosaurs flying in the sky, as well as the humans and demons who were occasionally dragged high into the sky by pterosaurs, and gradually reacted.
At first it was just one "waagh", then thousands of "waagh"s injected new vitality into the green tide.
All the greenskins realized that the tough guy was coming!
Even the most timid greenskins will have their instinctive fighting spirit awakened by the enthusiasm of the group. They are also a race born for war. Before the "waagh" is defeated, most greenskins will sacrifice their lives.
The roar of the pterosaurs was like the sound of war drums, igniting the fighting spirit of all the greenskins on the east side of the green tide.
The greenskins farther away, due to lack of vision, could only scream and shout without knowing what was going on.
The green tide split again, but this time the enemy could not be defeated by numbers and strength.
As the last fleeing demon was killed, the Ichi Oracle Sentinels also noticed other filth on the ground.
The symbol of the Sky Lord has still not been found, which means the Sentinels are still unable to return to their posts.
They must recover the Sword of Ichi, a relic of the first Skink Warrior to conquer the skies.
The long years and the blessings of generations of skink priests have imbued the bone sword with holiness. It is the Sword of Dawn, a sharp sword created specifically to fight against Chaos! Although it is not a divine weapon left by the ancient saints, it is also something that cannot be lost to the Ichi Oracle Sentinels.
The Sword of Ichi is the battle flag of the Ichi Sentinels.
The clues to the artifact are temporarily interrupted, but Ichi's Sky Knights can feel the call of Ichi's Sword, it is here.
The pterosaur riders drew graceful and deadly parabolas in the air, diving down on the ground at the enemies that the ancient saints had marked.
Only the bravest skinks would charge directly into the ground for close combat with their pterosaur companions.
Only one in ten riders would survive such a battle.
Ichi's sentry is one of these ten!
Like a cannonball falling into a green tide, the greenskins only felt fear and regret when the strong wind from the pterosaur's flapping wings hit their faces.
Each nimble rider pulled up their chosen targets like a dragonfly skimming the water. In the first round of dives and climbs, no pterosaur rider was left on the ground by the greenskins.
The greenskins struggled under the pterosaur's claws, using their teeth and nails to hurt the pterosaur's tough claws, but it was in vain.
The death gods that descended from the sky finally graciously allowed the greenskins to have another chance to touch the earth.
Tens of thousands of greenskins fell with screams, like screaming raindrops, smashing heavily onto the ground.
The greenskin on the ground who was unfortunately hit by the "cannonball" didn't even have time to groan and lost consciousness instantly.
The greenskins who were shouting and fighting fiercely suddenly became silent. The timid greenskins fled first, and the brave greenskins died without any resistance in another round of death from the sky.
Fear was spreading, and more and more greenskins stopped rushing towards the enemy and chose to stay away from them.
The power of the green tide was broken.
The Ichi sentinels, who were circling here like a tornado, keenly discovered that a clear light appeared on the west side and shot straight into the sky.
The silver holy emblem hanging on Lynch's right wrist no longer hides his extraordinaryness.
In front, the Nurgle warlocks who were performing a ritual were engulfed by the pure light and burned to ashes in an instant.
The vast brilliance was like the sun rising from the ground, engulfing war and death.
In a trance, Lynch saw the silver light crossing the sky again.
In the sight of Ichi's sentinel, Lynch's inconspicuous figure was magnified by the pure light, like a giant as big as a hill, but he was still insignificant in the subsequent illusion.
The dazzling silver light connected the sky and the earth, and a hazy shadow quickly emerged from it.
The silver fluid streaked across the battlefield like a falling star.
All cold-blooded species were aroused to wildness, and they all recalled their original mission.
The pure light flashed and disappeared, but the filth on the ground also decreased a lot.
The excited pterosaur riders frantically slaughtered the greenskins and ratmen on the ground, offering sacrifices for the miraculous illusion.
Perhaps the Lizardmen would not think too much and just follow the call of the power itself, but the Skin Lizards are better at blaming everything on the Old Saints.
The massacre bathed the sky in blood, and blood rain and corpse parts fell one after another, completely scaring the ratman warlocks out of their wits.
Chuan Kui Luo pointed at the sky viciously and made a gesture of demand to the Dimension Twins and Eshin Alchemist.
Now it is the only thing that can turn the tide of the battle!
If these three warlocks are still stingy and don't hand over all the dimensional stones, all the ratmen will die! What finally convinced the warlocks was not the external enemies or the authority of Chuan Kuro himself, but a voice from behind the curtain.
All warlocks saw its projection.
It is as huge as a giant, and the huge horns on its head make the warlocks sincerely jealous. Its words seem to contain infinite magic power.
Even with the barriers between the mortal world and the demonic realm, the warlocks could feel the uncontrollable magic taking shape in the words of the Lord of Disaster.
The divination crystal ball in the hands of the Lord of Disaster confirmed its identity.
This is a dimensional prophet! The most mysterious and powerful lord of disaster! The warlocks made concessions, and Chuan Kuro got the dimensional stone that could feed it as he wished.
Only it has the ability to perform the magic of summoning the demon as easily as child's play.
Under the lofty command of the Gray Prophet, Chuan Kui Luo, whose tail was wagging with excitement, watched the Storm Rats set up the summoning ceremony.
The three warlocks tried their best to fight against the elven wizard, buying crucial time for Chuan Kuiro.
The laughter of the Lord of Disaster made the white hair on the Grey Prophet's neck stand up. It mustered up its courage and secretly used its second sight to glance at the Lord of Disaster behind the curtain.
"Quick! My little prophet, the Horned Rat has shown us the way!"
The roar of the demon made Chuan Kui Luo tremble violently, and the magic that was almost completed had a slight error.
In another world, the Lord of Disaster suddenly arrived at the other side of the Chaos Demon Realm.
Endless Nurgle demons and countless Slaanesh demons mixed together, and the roars and screams of countless demons made their battlefield almost come alive.
Tentacles rose from the ground and bit the fighting demons with their teeth.
The earth grew ferocious mouthparts, but the abnormality of the earth itself was not worth mentioning in the eyes of the Lord of Disaster.
Among the demons fighting in the melee, three huge demons with raging devilish flames frightened the Lord of Disaster with their terrifying nature.
(End of this chapter)
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