Chapter 219 Zong Qi's Eyes (Twenty-nine)
When the power of Chaos openly affects the battlefield, the nature of the war has changed.
The wrath of Asuryan was clearly conveyed to the Unholy by the High Elves, and Asur's huge fleet was divided into two, one part continued to fight against the ratmen, while the other part decisively surrounded the terrifying Chaos Legion.
The demonic armor blocked the arrows flying from afar, and the unnatural vitality of the Chaos Warriors made all threats seem like a joke.
Even if their torsos were pierced by crossbow arrows or their bodies were chopped off by boarding elven warriors, the Chaos Warriors could continue to fight.
From the moment they embarked on the path of ascension, they were no longer mortals. Every Chaos Warrior was a weapon of the dark powers, a living weapon that did not eat, drink, or sleep.
The eagle ship's crossbows were unable to sink the warship controlled by demons, and magic suffered a miserable defeat in front of the blood god's brass.
The powerful Chosen One easily defeated the attack of the White Lion Warriors, and the hunters of the Kingdom of Chrace fought the three-meter-tall humanoid monster to the end.
But courage cannot make up for the gap in strength. The appearance of groups of Khorne Chaos Warriors has always been a sign of death and destruction.
The weakest Chaos Warrior could easily slaughter three battle-hardened mortal veterans.
Every shout of "Blood Sacrifice to the Blood God" meant the death of a life, and the dark slogan pleased the Chaos Powers who were overlooking the battlefield.
Brass warships, blazing with flames, travel freely among mortal fleets, corroding the spirits of mages and devouring the souls of the dead.
The demons' laughter twisted in the flames, and the hoarse whispers in the demonic fire were their triumphant speeches.
The dark clouds were dispersed by the great power, and the blood moon appeared in the sky, bringing the expectations of the Chaos Gods to the earth.
The mortals fought vainly but fearlessly, but the Elves of Chrace were accustomed to the despair of battle against the beasts of Chaos.
The Hunters of Chrace are renowned throughout the world, stalking the magically twisted Chaos Beasts of Ulthuan.
The crude hunters fought in groups of two or three, and the battle formation was broken up enough to cause most mortals to flee, but the White Lion warriors of Chrace were like stones, standing firm in the waves of chaos.
The heavily armored warriors wielded their battle axes and sacrificed their lives for glory.
Arrogance and a strong commitment to honor are the few things that elves and dwarves have in common.
The Chaos warships broke through the magical blockade of the Safri fleet and gradually approached the Asur fleet.
But the brass warship encountered unexpected resistance. The Lizardmen who broke out of the water smashed the brass hull. Teams of Thoros climbed onto the Chaos warship and started a bloody fight with the minions of Chaos.
Lynch overturned one brass warship after another on his own, and the cold-blooded champion's extreme bravery made him invincible in the Chaos fleet.
The lizardmen did not stop at the safe sea area maintained by Asur with magic. Lynch crashed into the sea surface blocked by the ratmen with dimensional cannonballs.
There were dense thunders coming from the southwest, and the thunders had echoes that resounded through the sky. It seemed as if a mountain was collapsing, or as if the legendary gods were using their divine power to strike the ocean.
Even the ratman fleet's vigorous counterattack and self-destruction could not drown out the muffled sound coming from far away.
The firepower of the Skaven's dimensional weapons was too fierce, so Lynch had to dive underwater to prevent his flesh and blood from being burned by the dense explosions.
But the water was filled with torpedoes thrown by the rat people in a madman manner. Soon, some kind of anti-submarine dimensional cannon calibrated the trajectory, and a large number of depth charges were pushed into the waters where Lynch was.
Unlike the backward gunpowder of human pirates, although the warp stone weapons are the ratmen's imitation of the gunpowder of the earth world, after countless generations of improvements, they have formed a unique system.
In terms of destructive power, even the most advanced gunpowder of today cannot match the destructive power of the warpstone shells.
Even the Empire's fleet could not replicate the Skaven's fireworks display at this moment. In Lynch's memory, the Old World's research and development of gunpowder during this period was slightly lacking, and it had been overtaken by its apprentices who were stealing knowledge from the underground.
The giant cannon that could flatten a hill had not yet been developed, and the terrifying gunpowder that could kill a dragon with one blow only existed in the simulations of the Empire's engineers.
Lynch nimbly avoided the depth charges and dived carefully between the torpedoes.
The fleet on the sea continued to pour out firepower, followed by another fierce explosion. The ratmen's weapons caused amazing damage to themselves.
Even if Lynch rushed into their fleet, he couldn't cause so much kills.
There is no doubt that it is unwise to fight against the ratman fleet on the sea. They are just cannon fodder, and the dimensional devices with terrifying destructive power turn the warships into time bombs.
Even if the ratman warship is sunk, it will be affected by the ratman warship's self-destruction.
It's not worth it.
The slow-motion explosion in the sea gradually faded away, and Lynch could only see the dense upwelling bubbles.
He dived to a sufficient depth, killed one deformed biochemical beast after another, and swam towards the rear of the ratman fleet.
Beheading is the best way to deal with the ratmen. If you are dragged into a war of attrition by the ratmen, even the bravest warriors will be defeated by the sea of numbers.
This is the experience gained from thousands of years of tug-of-war between the cold-blooded and the plague clans.
On the sea, the help extended by the cold-blooded people enabled Asur to maintain the precarious front line.
A fight with the Chaos Warriors would inevitably result in heavy casualties.
The cold-blooded race and the icy blood god warriors fought back and forth on the burning warship.
They were all warriors who continued to fight despite being seriously injured, and the collision of violence produced a horrifying bloody scene.
The Lizardman smashed the Chaos Warrior's head, but the headless Chaos Warrior chopped off his arm with an axe.
The Chosen One split Thoros in half, but the corpse still clenched the legs of the Chaos minions unyieldingly.
The coordinated efforts of the White Lion warriors of Chrace made up for the numerical disadvantage of Thoros.
The brave elves roamed in the inhuman fight, and wearing heavy armor could not affect the agility of the white lion hunters.
While fighting against the attacking storm, the Safri fleet provided assistance to the warriors in the fierce battle, greatly relieving the warriors' pressure.
At a glance, dozens of flaming brass ships were devouring the lives of mortals, but were gradually losing the upper hand in the mortals' unyielding counterattack.
The scarred veterans hiding among the Lizardmen recruits were like venomous snakes with their sharp edges. The retreating front of the Chaos Warriors allowed the Chosen Ones to react. The Chaos Chosen Ones easily identified the powerful enemy and led the warriors to stop the Scarred Ones' advance.
From time to time, warships engulfed in flames sank into the ocean. This was not because of the heat of the flames, but because the cold-blooded people and Asur worked together to destroy the demon core of the brass longship.
After banishing the demonic souls imprisoned within the ship, the Chaos warship had lost power.
(End of this chapter)
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