Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 212 Old Mato and the Misty Stone

The strange encirclement was broken in an instant. There is no doubt that the team composed of ordinary people is just a target for the musketeer guards. In the technological situation where the gap is calculated according to the century, ordinary people are just completely flesh.

The so-called pitchforks, demons, and evil forces were all wiped out under the black powder, and the power of faith carried by the guards was like a sharp knife cutting through the hearts of those people.

When the flesh and blood flew, those "ordinary people" did not fall down, but continued to move forward with their bodies interrupted by the waist, and Roel was experienced, and he quickly noticed that these things were not Nurgle zombies Things like that, but more advanced.

demon!

"Retreat! Retreat!" In the absence of blessed weapons or the ability to cast magic spells, what does the existence of demons in the physical universe mean? It is very simple, it is invincible.

Those festering "human" bodies quickly became distorted in an unimaginable state for ordinary people, supporting their almost festering flesh and blood and galloping forward, as fast as running.

The shattered place swayed and floated with the movement, creating a visual sense like a misty ribbon, and the head and even the whole body were decorations.

The bloody wind was blowing in the dilapidated village, and with Roel's little knowledge of mysticism, he had difficulty distinguishing the true appearance of the grotesques, which were Tzeentch's favorite thing, the fear of monsters.

It is almost impossible to describe the Horror in detail, as the embodiment of the strange will, they are chaotic and chaotic creatures, always energetic creatures.

Hearing these words, the old man rolled his eyes, his old lines wrinkled together and looked distorted.

"Get out!" He exploded with astonishing strength, pulled out the sword he inherited from the old knight, and instantly killed a group of demons with countless bonuses and blessings. Facts have proved that traditional weapons are more effective when facing a large number of enemies.

The young man didn't seem to see the soldiers brought back by the old man, so he just answered calmly. "I haven't caught any prey yet..."

The huge Misty Stone is looming in the distance, no matter what, you can't get close to it.

"Oh, the people of Baator may not understand. Although the captain was born of Baator, generally speaking, the breathing things of those demons were sucked out."

When those loyal guards encountered crazy heretic demons, the smell of blood was already strong, they calmly faced those monsters, fought and retreated, and left slowly while keeping the lowest attack, but those demons were not incapable of long-range attacks. Scary pink magic flickered between their fingers.

Maybe there is no chaotic and filthy Middle Ages, the world in the Old Sage's plan looks like this?
Without thinking too much, Roel concentrated on hunting. In just one or two hours, an elk was shot in the spine by a bullet, and left this mortal world without pain. The old man looked at the prey with a happy expression on his face. However, most of the normal body of the elk was left, and some of the flesh and blood were used as food, and the head was used to worship the snake god.

The Chaos Demon who was in close contact with his own soldiers also suddenly stopped attacking. Only a small number of soldiers died, and most of them were wrapped in a thick fog, including Roel of course.

But even though surrounded by fog and with the help of the Holy Spirit, the screams of the demons continued to echo in the distance. When they passed through the forest and came to the notorious fog stone, it was not a scary place as people said. Under normal circumstances, there are still farmland and birds.

The old man was chattering, apparently his child didn't have a sense of faith in the so-called Feathered Serpent God, and others couldn't understand it either. Roel's help made him see hope, and he did get it.

The old man rubbed the tip of his nose. "Yes, that's right, why do the lords outside know my name now, are they going to come to my shop to order something?"

Roel yelled. "Withdraw!" He regretted it now. If Nok, the Holy Grail Knight, was here, although the two of them would still be in a mess together, it would be no problem to leave this village.

But the old man looked so spirited, even a little...young?
The sacrificial ceremony of the lizardman made Roel feel a little scary, but the old man said.

"It's winter recently..."

"I said, Bretonnians, when did you use the Imperial Gun?"

"Old man, is your name Mato?"

Roel also ordered the soldiers who listened to the old man's words but remained motionless. "Follow!" From these words, a large number of soldiers frantically ran towards the forest, and their suppressed emotions were released.

But even though they are so chaotic, they still have two distinct forms, the so-called pink Horror and the blue Horror.

Roel is very smart, he has always been like this, but wisdom is often not as powerful and easy to use as his wrist, and this is also a reality.

But if you use only physical means, there is no doubt that they will be one of the most difficult opponents in your fighting career.

A moment later, the powder from the demon's death was sprayed on Roel's face, and those things began to break through the fog!

He dismissed the guards and let them return to the city along the road, lest they disturb the peace here.

The old man touched his yoke, and suddenly slammed towards Roel. Just as Roel tried to dodge, the old man yelled.

These little creatures were actually more deadly than they looked or their size, and the guards' guns could break their bodies.

The old man rubbed his shoulders.

Flickering energy burst from their fingertips, turning pink flames to incinerate their enemies, all of which gave them great joy, and when terrible energy shrieked from their raised hands, they The laughter is more presumptuous and sharper.

"This is life. Keep a forest peaceful with the blood and flesh of a deer. He is both soil and fertilizer."

Indeed, if it weren't for this kind of sacrifice, this place wouldn't be so peaceful. Before the chaos demons invaded here, a deer was nothing compared to the loss of all life here.

"The captain learned the lizard man's belief, language, and weapon-making technology, and even took a woman from the island, but the people of Bretonnia couldn't understand or think about it. They regarded the lizard man's belief as the belief of the devil, The Feathered Serpent Rock is now the Demon Rock, and now everything has its retribution, but I am not happy."

When Roel entered the old man's house, it was an ordinary house that was definitely not gorgeous. In front of the door, there was a small altar with hares. The altar looked strange, mostly made of scales and carapaces, and there were many feathers , but this is not the altar of Tzeentch, but a style similar to the Aztec nation in Roel's previous life...

"There was once a captain who crossed the ocean, and the legendary endless sea fell at his feet. People didn't want to believe it. He said that there were lizard people on the other side of the sea. Those guys with scales were smart and powerful. , and older than humans."

There is no doubt that the soldiers will be destroyed by the brutal attack, before the war turns into a massacre, and the sudden, clear sound of the bell echoes through the bloody evil village.

The wood looked old and rattled, and in the dilapidated fence, a young man was buried in the small field. He was somewhat similar to the old man's life, making it impossible to doubt their relationship.

Like a dream, in the white mist, the old man walked into the crowd, the clothes on his body were inlaid with prayers, and the flail was placed on his waist. Although his hair was gray, his waist was straight, and turbid words came out of his mouth.

Pink Horrors are generally recognizable by their glowing pink fluorescent skin and shrill laughter.In the inexplicable and uncontrollable ecstasy, they circled, they ran, and they smiled slyly.

Probably the only good thing is that the demons don't have blood, the knives don't slip due to that stuff, and the physical form of the demons isn't real meat, and the blades stay sharp easily.

And the forest here is also beyond his expectation, not only is it like spring all the year round, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and there are no traces of chaos-polluted trees and beastmen.

"do not move!"

The soldiers couldn't help panting and trembling. It was already not easy for a mortal to show the morale in the face of a demon and retreat while counterattacking.

But this kind of regret is only for a moment, not because he has found a breakthrough point, but because the destructive power released by the Horror grazed his body, the burning sensation, the damaged clothes, and the scorched skin of the arms all told him that this is the real deal the real thing.

"Breathe, understand, it's the thing that comes in and out of your nasal cavity, don't pay too much attention to your movement, I think the Bretonnians might suffocate because they care too much about breathing."

Now, the characteristics given to them by the Chaos God are undoubtedly displayed in this narrow street. If it weren't for Roel's weak divine weapon that increases the magic attack, he would not be able to completely destroy the physical form of this group of things!

Old Mato thought for a moment. "Hinder, no, the fog here is consuming the wind of magic, understand?"

"If you need help, I can hunt and worship the gods."

The old man yelled when Roel realized this. "Go back, to the forest!"

Roel nodded, but felt relieved about the old man. If the curse of the Chaos Gods hadn't invaded here, he would have the confidence to get the real prey.

They have no physical body of fixed form, and sometimes their form is recognizable, but when they scramble to enter the battlefield, they will take on a mottled and chaotic color.

Hearing these words, Roel was surprised by the old man's belief in his heart. If it wasn't for the human gods or the vest of chaos, it wouldn't be an elf god with such a style.

However, he did not worship the small altar at the door, but the huge Misty Stone. On that sacred and terrifying stone was a huge portrait of Feathered Serpent God. That ancient god protected the lizard people in this world. The stars shine brightly, and the Feathered Serpent looks at its worshipers.

But those soldiers who are loyal to themselves are only mortals even if they are elite and brave, or those fear monsters are originally targeting them!

This is not only because they can ignore the damage of most weapons and can gracefully regenerate lost limbs, even if a seasoned enemy manages to attack them. Such as the chest cavity, or even cut them in two. Duan, all of this is nothing to the Horror.

The bombs and guns of the guards will not stop, and the anger and courage make the bullets sink into the flesh and blood of the demons, but the mortal flames are just toys for them. When their "souls" have no wounds, it doesn't matter how many physical wounds they have.

Roel listened, and then looked at the gods worshiped at the old man's door. He was sure that they were the gods of order, not the demons of chaos.

Demons are the most difficult thing to deal with in the medieval world. To kill them, you must rely on the same power from the Chaos Demon Realm. Mortal weapons are extremely ineffective against them.

Lizard people?Contact the story that the groom told before, the woman from afar.

This is not a wound, but the evil smile of the Chaos Gods. Roel only felt angry, and the sharp bayonet pierced through the physical body of a demon. When the subspace creatures disappeared, more bone-like maggots swept in. .

Roel said. "The winds of magic are the terrible forces scattered into this world by the gates of the poles. They are both the source of magic and the entrance of chaos invasion."

He didn't answer the old man, but just picked up the gun and walked into the misty forest. It's very strange here, without the wind of magic, it can resist the invasion of Chaos, or is it because there is no wind of magic that Chaos can't move forward?
Roel is familiar with finding prey and aiming. He used to be a hunter, don't forget.

But Roel was not worried about himself. He would end up dying with the demons here. Although the bomb in his hand didn't have such a powerful bonus, it still contained magic power.

"You, who believe in human gods?"

The old man cursed. "The hands and feet are too slow, did the priest do it?"

Even if he was exhausted, he couldn't kill hundreds of demons at once!

When one by one grotesque things died under Roel's bayonet, and then turned into pink powder and disappeared into the physical universe, their huge numbers were not consumed at all.

Roel was fascinated and asked again. "Are you anything to hinder those demons?"

"It's a pity that my homeland now belongs to those things. Only the Feathered Serpent God can protect me and my children."

When Roel wondered why a human believed in this man, he walked to him. The old man spoke a non-human language. After the long prayer was over, he threw away the body of the elk with a knife made of obsidian, dug out the heart, and Raised high in front of the massive stone, blood wets his arms.

"Thousands of years ago, a great existence called the Old Sage created lizardmen, elves, dwarves, humans, halflings, and ogres, but left because the portal collapsed, but the lizardmen have been carrying out the big plan."

The old man was stunned. This was a story passed down from generation to generation by his ancestors, and sometimes even he himself no longer believed in the story, but now it was told by the Bretonnians he despised the most.

He laughed hahaha, hahaha, his voice was very young and refreshing, it spread throughout the forest and could not be dispersed for a long time.

Roel also found that feeling, the feeling of finding a bosom friend...

(End of this chapter)