Chapter 312 Plague Inspector
By the time the berserkers, covered in steel all over their bodies, charged into the beast herd, this almost farcical local conflict was almost coming to an end.
The warhorn killed nine butchers in succession with its brutal double axes, but no matter how powerful the beast was, it could not challenge hundreds of warriors in turn.
Hagri and another giant butcher rushed to the beastman champion one after another and blocked the beast's edge.
It was indeed a majestic creature, and its height was almost the same as that of a house, so the dwarfs faced it as if they were humans facing a giant.
Its ferocious horns seemed to be about to knock over the dome of Dulong City, but compared with the majesty of the dwarf city-state, it was just a slightly larger calf.
The chaotic mutation made its head, which was neither human nor beast, look extremely ugly. Its mouth was slanted on its face, and from time to time, sticky, yellowish saliva flowed out of its deformed mouth that spanned its entire face.
It seemed that every Beastman champion looked weird, but this was not surprising at all to Hagri, as he had killed many weird creatures.
When the butcher was about to get close to the warhorn, he suddenly jumped. He raised his battle axe high as if he was going to commit suicide and chopped at the warhorn fiercely.
This is not a wise way to fight. A dwarf without a foothold in mid-air is just a target.
His purpose was indeed to die. If the Warhorn was willing to accept his final victory, another giant butcher or any butcher who was rushing over could take the opportunity to kill it.
What made Hagri feel relieved was that this beastman was as violent as the Chaos Warrior. It did not dodge. Perhaps it was here that Hagri could get what he wanted.
Things don't always go according to the will of mortals. Perhaps the engineers in the inner city are following past practice and bombarding the occupied areas in the outer city with artillery fire, or perhaps the engineers are assisting the suicide squad in their counterattack.
The endless stream of shells, dragging tails of fire, fell heavily on the vicinity of the Blacksmith Block.
Scattered explosions followed.
The roar of the western trolls was silenced in the explosion, and the bighorn beasts that had not been killed almost fled.
The shells did not fall in the area where the butcher was, but the warhorn was distracted by the explosion, which made Hagri, who used his life as bait, become the hero. He chopped down the distracted beastman with one axe.
The dwarf knocked the warhorn down, pulled out the battle axe that was stuck in its head, and cursed angrily.
"A two-legged bull without balls!"
Seeing their leader dead, the bighorn beasts gave up their resistance and fled in all directions.
Perhaps they would evolve into several war herds of only a dozen horned beasts, if they could survive.
The furious dwarf failed to catch up with the deserter, and in just a few breaths, the beastman disappeared.
The indignant butcher and his companions continued to move north. The furnaces on Blacksmith Street had long been overturned, and the sound of the craftsmen's forging had been replaced by the sound of breathing amid the artillery fire.
The sound of breathing? Hagri held his breath and tried to listen to the noise from the outer city.
It wasn't some butcher or berserker catching his breath; a dwarf couldn't make such loud, long breathing sounds.
Sounds like some giant creature.
But the ruins of the outer city could not hide the giant beast.
The dwarves noticed something unusual one after another. Another group of bighorn beasts came from the north, but when the dwarves were ready to meet them, they suddenly retreated.
The panicked appearance of the hoofed animals, like a herd of deer frightened by a tiger, exacerbated the dwarves' anxiety.
A sticky mumbling sound like a murmur in the darkness directly triggered all the abnormalities.
The four undestroyed anti-chaos rune stones in the outer city of Dulong City collapsed at the same moment. The light blue halo was dominated by darkness in the blink of an eye. The light disappeared, just like the hope of the dwarf clan to hold on.
Those Chaos warriors holding torches and wandering around the city fell into deathly silence, like puppets. After a brief silence, the demon armor in the firelight seemed to have aged thousands of years in an instant, and the rotten flesh covered in the plate armor was exposed to the air. The fishy smell spread throughout the city in an instant.
"The dormant period is fifty years."
".Hidden, morbidity"
The disgusting, sticky sound, like a wooden stick stirring excrement, came from the ruins of Blacksmith Street.
A rhinoceros-like horn pierced through the empty darkness of the ruins on the left. A huge, bloated, fat demon had a body made of pustules and scars stitched together under the horn.
It sat on a ridiculous sedan chair made of rusty iron, spikes and tentacles. Strange Nurglings appeared beside the sedan chair. They silently served the recorder of the Plague Father, so quiet that they didn't seem like Nurglings.
Epidemius, the "Scribe of Nurgle", paid no attention to the dwarf not far away. He was concentrating on recording another plague on paper.
Every time it put pen to paper, labored gasps could be heard on the paper, like the groans of a patient, or perhaps the sick words wailing.
From time to time it repeats a word in a low voice, organizing its thoughts as it records.
Twenty-four Nurglings kept a close eye on the "Withering Reckoner" on the plague sedan, actively handing it paper, fiddling with the Death Skull Abacus, and excreting the ink that recorded the plague.
They always maintain a solemn silence because their owner does not like to be disturbed. Epidemius has countless plagues to record, and the loving father may call up its records at any time.
It not only records the name of the plague, but also the casualties and infection rate when the plague broke out, as well as the external manifestations of the plague.
Its unpredictable whereabouts can only be determined when a new plague is born, because it is one of the seven plague supervisors of the God of All Things.
Apparently, in this century of rising Grandfather God power, it is busier than ever.
"For the Mountain Kingdom!"
No dwarf knew why the enemy broke through the blockade of the anti-chaos runes and descended directly into Dulong City.
They didn't have a chance to explore.
When the devil comes, there is no other choice but to fight to the death.
The dwarf's roar caused the demon on the sedan to react, and it glanced sideways at the dwarves in annoyance.
The sudden weakness caused Hagri's blood to stagnate, and his swift charge slowed down. It was as if countless insects were crawling in his blood vessels. The severe pain and itching throughout his body made the dwarf, who had never complained about pain, utter a weak and desperate humble groan.
"Khazukan Khazakit Ha!"
The berserkers were like dying fish swimming upstream against the tide, their veins bulging as they moved closer to the devil step by step.
They tried their best to throw their round shields at the demons, but their weakness turned the powerful counterattack into a weak struggle.
Steel shields fell next to the demon's sedan without even giving it a second look.
It simply withdrew its gaze and continued writing.
In the face of disease, an armored warrior and an unarmored butcher are equal.
The thick armor failed to protect them. The berserkers who once could block the tunnel alone were the first to collapse. They were powerlessly crushed by the heavy armor, and no matter how hard they tried, they could not get up again.
This was not a glorious death.
The grief he felt drove Hagri to keep approaching the demon, but in this state, how could he have a chance to fight? Even if he got close to the demon, he didn't have the strength to swing his battle axe!
(End of this chapter)
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