Chapter 218: Zong Qi's Eyes (Twenty-eight)
No matter how reluctant a clan is, it will send at least tens of thousands of ratmen. This is not only to show loyalty to the Council of Thirteen, but also to ease the numerical pressure on the clan itself.
The untrained and misfits made the already unstable Dimension Stone device even more dangerous, but in the face of absolute suppression of numbers, these problems were not a problem.
Waves of dragon roars broke through the smoke and clouds. The anti-aircraft artillery of the ratman fleet slowly changed direction, and the anti-aircraft dimensional cannons were fired in a disorganized manner.
The scattered fire was enough to make even the lamest human gunner feel superior, but the sheer numbers of the Skaven still filled the sky with gunfire.
The ratmen who controlled the dimensional stone weapons adjusted the trajectory of the shells with trepidation. Dimensional cannons that exploded due to jamming could be seen everywhere, and the sky and the earth were stained with a sinister green light from the dimensional bombs.
Every time a cannon explodes, it affects the stability of the entire ship's dimensional devices, and then creates a devastating mushroom cloud.
After just a few rounds of bombardment, before the battle even started, 40% of the Ratman's front-line fleet had been destroyed.
Green mushroom clouds mixed in the Skaven fleet, illustrating the absurdity and horror of Skryre's creations.
Behind the ratman fleet, densely packed gunboats were sent to the battlefield by abnormal ocean currents. The endless stream of reinforcements not only made up for the losses caused by the explosion of dimensional weapons, but also doubled the size of the front-line fleet.
More than fifty giant dragons rushed into the brilliant fireworks of the ratmen. The dragons' wails were not only because of the pain caused by their broken scales, but also a farewell to the dragon prince who fell from their backs.
The contract that hundreds of families have maintained for thousands of years will come to an end here, and the descendants of the two ancient races will be buried together in the depths of the ocean.
In the future there will still be dragon princes and dragons flying in the sky, but the Flame Knights will remain in this ocean forever.
The group of Fiery Sun Dragons cast a hideous shadow on the sea. The giant dragons swooped down together, bathing in the rain of destruction woven by dimensional bullets and gunpowder.
The dragons' physiques make them fearless of the earth-shattering rain of bullets, but no matter how strong the dragon armor is, it cannot completely protect the elves' lives.
All the powerful warriors died in the flying shells, and all the dragons lost their companions.
The raging fire in the dragon's mouth was filled with the dragon's rage. The dragon's fire fell from the sky, leaving more than fifty flame roads in the waves.
The flames ignited the ratmen's strange ship, and the warp stone weapons were detonated by the high temperature.
The explosion of the ratmen's weapons depot added a rich dark green to the sea of fire that ignited the ocean.
It was as if the evil moon had fallen to the ground.
The White Lion warships of Chrace took the opportunity to launch another counterattack, and the beating war drums of Asur scared all the ratmen.
The commanders of the warships used all their weapons regardless of the consequences, and explosions with evil light filled all the space within the sight of the ratmen.
The ratmen hastily activated the dimensional lightning cannon, and bright lasers cut through the dark clouds and separated the dragons.
The ratmen's frantic counterattack tore open the atmosphere, but the radiation from the starry sky toward the planet had no effect on the parties involved in the melee.
This battlefield has long been polluted by dimensional stone. The air is filled with fluorescent green powder and the sea water is also dyed green.
Only sea monsters with strong vitality can stay in the radioactive waters.
As the WarpStorm Doomsday Rocket flew in from a distance, all the ratmen who noticed the impending destruction stopped struggling.
They were abandoned!
Realizing the cruel reality, the ratmen laughed wildly in fear and watched in despair as the Dimension Storm Doomsday Rocket flew to the center of the battlefield.
Time seemed to have stopped. The Dimension Storm Doomsday Rocket lit up with a brilliant green light, and then expanded and exploded in the next moment, giving the ocean endless light and heat.
A huge mushroom cloud rose up, and the terrifying shock wave engulfed all living things in the sky. All entities were vaporized in an instant, leaving no trace.
A gap appeared in the ocean again, and the explosion exacerbated the turbulence on the sea surface.
The destructive green light blinded the eyes of all witnesses, and the dark green dimensional stone radiation slowly spread and was carried away by the shock wave.
The wizard towers standing on the Safri Eagle Ship worked together to form a barrier, and the pure light blocked the destruction and chaos of the ratmen.
The center of the battlefield shifted, and another area of sea was completely abandoned.
The mighty Ratman fleet bypassed the radiation zone and headed towards Asur's main fleet again.
The shrill death knell was ringing more and more rapidly, the dimensional machine guns spewed out flames, and the dimensional artillery poured out artillery fire.
The war started again, but the participants had changed.
The destructive firepower of the Skaven cleared the way for the Norscan longships, and the sturdy northern barbarians responded enthusiastically to the war and were led towards the Asur warships by the plunderer longships.
Terrifying thunder came from a hundred miles away. The Norsemen praised the God of Mountains and the Supreme God of Blood, and drove their small boats towards the magnificent dragon boats and eagle boats.
Sorcerers captured by the Norscan tribes channel the winds of magic, but even the apprentice wizards of the Asur can easily dispel their crude spells.
The useless spellcaster was beheaded on the spot by the Norscans, but without the help of magic, the mortal boat could not survive the wind and waves.
Long ships were overturned by huge waves, and the northerners were buried in the sea in a short while.
The omnipresent poisonous fog swallowed up most of the Norscan lives, but they still fearlessly and foolishly rushed towards Asur's fleet.
The elves laughed sardonically at the stupid savages, but soon the contempt disappeared.
As their numbers dwindled, more obvious Chaos mutations began to appear on the remaining Norscans, and the mortal longships were transformed into flesh and blood warships under the power of Chaos.
The harsh natural environment can no longer affect the servants of chaos.
Many barbarians on the same ship even slaughtered each other. The last surviving warriors were bathed in blood and brass armor grew on their skin.
There is never a shortage of big demons paying attention to this battlefield!
They were unable to take part in the feast directly, but were facilitated by the loyal Norscan tribes.
God's grace descended upon this place wantonly, and only less than half of the nearly 10,000 Norscans were left, but each of them embarked on the path of advancement and became powerful Chaos Warriors.
The Norsemen continued to kill each other. On the longship where the battle was most intense, the victorious champion was promoted to the Chosen One on the spot.
More and more Chaos Chosen Ones appeared, and more Chaos Warriors were unable to bear the tremendous grace of God, and were deformed into hideous Chaos Eggs.
Everything was as expected by the ratman warlock. The seemingly weak northern barbarians transformed into a chaos army that shocked all the countries.
Blood rained down from the sky. Bloodthirsty demons were blinded by killing. They used the magic frenzy of the mortal realm to tear open the barriers between the Chaos Demon Realm and the mortal world.
The demons wanted to descend here, but after they descended, they quickly burned themselves to ashes.
The demon's unwilling roar shook the sky. The minions of Chaos responded to the demon's will. The war cry rooted in the depths of mortal fear brought a strong smell of blood.
"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!"
(End of this chapter)
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