Chapter 37: Fight to the Death
The intoxicating laughter of the Keeper of Secrets echoed in the broken illusion. How could a demon ascender with serious flaws face a Slaanesh demon who knew other people's privacy?
A group of Slaanesh demons appeared from the edge of the swamp and attacked the Nurgle demons who had regained consciousness in the swamp.
The carrier of the disease at the edge of the battlefield slowly turned around and crashed into the naked enemy.
Before the Plague Carrier's sword hit the Lust Demon, the Lust Demon's sharp claws had already easily cut open the Plague Carrier's skin. However, there was no red heart under the Plague Carrier's skin, so these demons were not afraid.
This was extremely disappointing to the succubus who was eager to enjoy the pain of his enemy, and he hurriedly dodged the long sword of the Plague Carrier.
The screams of the banshees mixed with the popping of pustules, and the wails of the Nurglings were louder than the Plaguebearers' hymns to the Plague Lords.
The Slaanesh Beast trampled the Nurglings that were blown into pieces along the way, and its scorpion tail instantly pierced through the Nurgling Beast that was charging at it, but this could not kill the fat monster.
This Slaanesh creature, which looked like a cross between an anteater and a scorpion, was being fiercely suppressed by the maggot-like Nurgle beast.
The Slaanesh tried hard to break free from the maggots' restraints, but its strength was far inferior to that of Nurgle's pet.
The mounts of the Slaanesh Seekers are creatures that look like a cross between anteaters and velociraptors. Six hundred and sixty Seekers directly penetrated the Nurgle plague army.
The pink tide bit hard into the yellow-green from the left side of the Nurgle army, just like a nimble tongue wandering among the Nurgle demons, licking the yellow-green demon army.
It should have been a decisive charge, but it was cleverly resolved by the tenacious Nurgle demons, and the riders were forced into a long-lasting stalemate.
On the front of the battlefield, hundreds of Seeker chariots rushed into the battlefield under the cover of the God-Lord Slaanesh.
The sharp blade on top of the chariot easily cut through the Plaguebearers blocking the way, and Nurgle demons fell in droves.
The carriers of the disease were cut into several pieces of rotten flesh, and the flesh and blood were wriggling at the wounds, and it seemed that they could heal themselves.
The chariots drew the emblem of Slaanesh composed of hundreds of curved lines in the yellow-green ocean, but the Nurglings were like a dense colony of ants, and the charge of hundreds of chariots was just a drop in the bucket.
This artistic charge was met with a brutal counterattack. A large number of Nurglings took the opportunity to jump onto the chariot, and dozens of Nurglings together pinned down the succubus driving the chariot.
The chariot, without its driver, crashed into the plague toad and sank deeply into the toad's festering flesh.
The sudden arrival of Slaanesh's army diverted the attention of Nurgle's plague army, and no demon paid attention to Lynch who was leading his team towards the black castle.
The stone door was violently broken open, and in the hall on the first floor there was a throne made of the corpses of humans, elves, and lizardmen.
The white-haired, one-eyed vampire sat on the throne, glaring at the intruder with gritted teeth.
"Ahaha! Impolite guests, you have successfully offended me!"
From time to time, it turned its head to look at the skeleton beside it, but the skeleton seemed to have completely turned into a dead object.
Luther Harken looked at Lynch dangerously, and it looked like he would draw his sword and chop Lynch into pieces in the next moment.
But even until the cold-blooded creature approached the throne, it still did not move.
"Leave here, now! This is your only chance to survive!"
The vampire looked down at Lynch and gave orders slowly.
Lynch didn't care and rushed forward to wake it up, because he couldn't understand it at all.
Luther Harken pulled out the revolver at his side and aimed it at Lynch:
"Damn you, a bunch of lizards who don't understand human language!"
A violent gunshot rang out, and a crack appeared on the scales on Lynch's chest, but this obviously did not threaten his life.
The vampire threw his revolver at Lynch, ducked to avoid Lynch's swing of the Kotego scepter, and drew his sword.
Lynch still had some strength left, so he changed direction in mid-air and smashed down directly, but was blocked by Luther Haken with his sword.
After the clash of weapons, they stuck together and wrestled, but the stalemate was interrupted by spears stabbed by other scarred ones.
Luther Harken seemed to be welded to the throne, and did not even stand up to dodge the ten spears piercing him.
"Sashaber? Let me go!"
The vampire skillfully dodged most of the attacks, but there were still spear tips coming from three directions that it could not avoid.
"Sashaber! You are so ugly that even the sirens don't want to get close to you! Let me go now!"
It now wishes that the damned Nurgle demon would be completely destroyed! After being captured, its throne was tampered with by the Nurgle demon.
It secretly tried countless methods, but was still unable to break free from the constraints of the throne.
If it still had the ability to cast spells, there might be a chance, but it has not yet recovered from its trauma.
The spear pinned the vampire into the pile of corpses. Although there were no other personalities to disrupt at the critical moment, Luther Harken was unable to resist a group of scarred people due to being restricted.
"I surrender! Reptiles, Lustria will be given to you! Let's sign an agreement!"
The vampire shouted urgently, but it was obvious that the cold-blooded creature only had the idea of destroying the enemy in his dictionary. Of course, it was more likely because of the language barrier.
Seeing that the cold-blooded creatures were not moved at all, Luther Harken shouted like every villain: "You can't kill me! Reptiles, don't let me come back again! I will peel off your skin!"
Ten spears pierced the vampire's body one after another, and Lynch took the opportunity to use Kotego's scepter to knock off its head.
The victory was so easy that Lynch even doubted for a moment whether the person killed was Luther Harken himself.
Without time to think, Lynch led the lizardmen to search the castle, only to find some dissected hot-blooded species and mutated plants.
Lynch left the castle and looked at the swamp which had become a mess.
All the Scarred Ones were in attacking stances, and it looked like these cold-blooded creatures had no intention of leaving the battlefield alive.
Having been infected with the plague, returning to the army to recuperate only gives them a chance of survival. For these scarred ones, it would be better to die in the process of exiling the demons with dignity.
Although no creature has yet deciphered the grand plan of the ancient saints, there is no doubt that destroying these unclean demons is definitely part of the grand plan! Scarred ones are honored veterans and the sharp spears left by the ancient saints in the world.
For these eldest sons of the ancient saints, dying in the process of advancing the grand plan is better than dying silently from the plague.
Lynch understands them and is unwilling to allow these demons to wreak havoc in the rainforest.
"Gar!"
Following an order, the eleven tough warriors rushed towards the endless demons.
"Taranksla stops here!"
"For the big plan!"
"Zkadi grant me strength!"
"Ihamenshi is furious! He demands that the unclean be banished!"
The Scarred Ones shouted and charged towards the fighting Banshees and Plague Carriers.
The red clouds at sunset seemed to be burning with fire. The Scarred Ones believed that it was the wrath of the Mighty Ihamenshi that ignited the sky!
Perhaps it was the true appearance of the power-giver Zkadi, or perhaps it was Taranksla who inspired the primitive savagery of the lizardmen at the other end of the long river of time.
The tiny war group was like the spear of the ancient saint Taraxla, tearing through the succubus, knocking down the carriers of plague, and sinking deeply into the demon wave.
There were only eleven lizardmen, but they displayed the momentum of an army of thousands.
Kotego's light attracted both sides of the war, and the demons all looked at these intruders who overestimated their own capabilities.
(End of this chapter)
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