Chapter 383: End of the Road
It was as if the sky was about to fall down, and the white crystals piled up for several meters on the ground. The ridiculous mortals were already struggling, and the necromancers who were taller than giants would certainly not be hindered by the snow.
Nagash used the fresh materials around him to summon another wave of undead. What the greenskins lacked the least was numbers, and the same was true for the undead.
But those mortals who had not yet died stubbornly caused trouble for the Great Necromancer. The Norse raiders used their toy-like iron axes to smash the newly-risen undead into powder, and human knights were scattered among the zombies in groups, rampaging around stubbornly.
The holiness of the Holy Grail Knight burned Nagash's soul, but it was just painful, not even as unbearable as the feeling of being torn apart when the Bloodthirsty Axe split Nagash's soul.
The increasingly clear light in the north urged the Undead Prime to quickly defeat the green tide coming from the south and get rid of the troublesome Khorne champion beside it.
Once it is stuck in the mud of the melee, it will be difficult to get out.
The double demon axes of Egil the "Soul Killer" continued to bleed, and the bloodthirsty creature in the battle axes almost collapsed under the destruction of the Undead Supreme, but it was still able to hold on, just like its violent axe wielder.
The chief had no intention of shedding blood for the imperial people on the battlefield of the empire, and hastily ordered a retreat, but he continued to fight beside the demon.
It was obvious that the berserkers who had lost their minds were just like him, and only a few of them could still obey orders at this time.
The cries of blood sacrifice to the blood god floated stubbornly in the blizzard, and the sentences of skull sacrifice to the skull throne stubbornly took root on the battlefield.
The heads severed from the Undead were piled up into small hills, and the Chaos Warriors and the Chosen Ones charged recklessly into the waves of skeletons, completely forgetting their original purpose - to raid the Bretonnian army.
Only when the knights broke through the ranks of the zombies and rushed to the side of the Khorne warriors would the two sides engage in a brief and fierce dispute.
The sloppy battles would soon be separated by the dark masses of undead, forging a strange peace.
The "Unbound" Angras became more and more courageous as the battle went on. Gradually, the demon who had adapted to the torment and oppression of the material world found his form quickly and entered into an extreme killing frenzy.
The Blood God's daemon leader has embedded the battle axe that once split open Slaanesh's Palace of Pleasure deep into the Necromancer's bones, and the long whip that once caused so much pain in Nurgle's Garden is tightly entangled with the greatsword of the Necromancer.
Just like it did to the crystal wall when it first broke into the Crystal Labyrinth, its ferocious horns knocked over Nagash's body, and its powerful hooves stepped on the necromancer in the next instant.
The Blood God's human servants cooperated with the demons to lock the Great Necromancer to the ground with brass, but the gloomy Undead Lord struggled violently to break free from the restraints.
The green tide blocked the upwelling of undead magic from Sylvania. As it covered the soil of the dead, the magic that the Great Necromancer could draw from became increasingly scarce. The uneasiness rarely interfered with Nagash's thinking. It seemed that he was not as omniscient and omnipotent as he had imagined.
Perhaps it will take another three or four days for the greenskins to completely occupy Sylvania. Perhaps fate will soon be on Nagash's side and help his evil plan, but time is running out. It is foreseeable that if the struggle continues, Nagash's time will soon come to an end.
It could sense that Carstein had given up resisting the green tide, and that the greenskins' advance would be faster than Nagash expected.
Even though Vlad did not understand the full picture of the Great Necromancer's plan, it could still have an impact on Nagash intentionally or unintentionally, because the Great Necromancer's base was in Sylvania, which was the ruling territory of the Castaing family.
Perhaps the vampires prefer to submit to the descendants of Sigmar. Nagash does not understand the thinking of these weaklings. Victory is clearly within reach, but just a small setback destroys the seemingly unbreakable alliance.
The ignorant Bretonnians are still interfering with Nagash's army, and the necromancer wants to make these mortals understand that from now on, it is no longer the biggest threat, and the devil is right before their eyes.
Nagash vaguely caught the evil god's ridicule and mockery. Perhaps this could be considered a victory. If it had not been able to shake the throne of the Chaos Gods, how could they have taken advantage of the situation and sent him ridicule?
Dragons cannot communicate with ants. Nagash was smug again.
The Great Necromancer's crown became dim, and the shining magic light slowly faded. In the end, it turned into an ordinary golden crown again.
Only those with second sight can discover the terrifying magical patterns contained in it. The mad winter snow cannot extinguish it, and the brute force of the devil cannot shake it.
With the belief of fighting to the death, and a kind of self-confidence that the world does not understand, the Necromancer broke through the joint efforts of the two champions in a somewhat embarrassing manner, in the hatred and malice coming from the depths of darkness and the infinite sky, and in the direction of the sharp sunlight in the north.
This is a place that the gods cannot reach. They have no power to decide what will disappear and what will last forever. Only Nagash is supposed to be their subject.
Even if a god appeared before Nagash, what would it change? It is as immortal as the gods.
The long wolf howl awakened the necromancer from his delusion, and the demon's relentless whip tripped him to the ground once again.
In the past, it only took a few thoughts for it to reach Sylvania, but now it has become an unattainable luxury.
The barbarian's battle axe shattered the Necromancer's newly constructed body, and in order not to lose the power to resist, Nagash had to construct a new body.
The mad staff kept parrying the demon's slashing blows, and the dancing giant sword was always on guard against the big demon's advance.
It moved southward with the newly awakened undead, preparing to use the number of the undead to crush the green tide and escape.
The greenskins were never reliable warriors, nor would they become reliable rulers or generals, and Nagash knew how to break them up.
But what appeared in Nagash's vision before the green tide or the lizardmen was a human, an ordinary human whom it had killed before.
Wind and snow surrounded the not-so-tall figure, and the crystal ice succumbed meekly at His feet, just like the mortal Nagash had faced two thousand three hundred years ago. White flames flowed in the mortal's eyes, and Nagash's excellent observation ability allowed him to easily see through the white light and discover the wild golden eyes like a winter wolf that were hidden by it.
The zombies and skeletons turned into ice sculptures before they could get close to Him. The demons stopped fighting with Nagash, and even the demons' servants sensed the oppression hidden in the wind and snow.
Winter is raging, the God of the North is angry.
The demons were unwilling to acknowledge the false god's status, but they had to respect the power he possessed.
The ancient gods who once dominated the old world stood quietly in the cold wind. The Lord of Winter stood there. Angras could see that it was just his shadow. The savage rage of the Lord of the White Wolf flowed in the dry veins of mortals.
The false god raised his war hammer, and Angras was alert with full concentration. He had the confidence to challenge ordinary false gods, but he did not have the confidence to fight against the strongest among them.
It does not need to face the Lord of Winter directly. This arrogant false god will never come. All Angras needs to challenge is his shadow.
(End of this chapter)
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