Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 221 Chaos Invasion
The collar has always been on alert, which makes people nervous, the magic wind enters the people's dreams, the body, the mutant baby and the weird things keep happening, the Holy Grail girl is running around, the servants of Moore or Saria Also often called to drink.

Today's Bretonnia is like a den of demons, the lords, dukes, and even the king can't resist, but King Lawn just got up from the hospital bed, and he was seriously injured in the confrontation with the powerful demon. According to legend, his blood can Healed the disease, but now lies in bed for three full months.

The cold winter and the massacre came at the same time. If it weren't for the large amount of food collected by Roel, Colony might have fallen.

Now in the castle of Colony, Lawn and the dukes all look very bad. There is no doubt that outside assistance has not been seen for a long time, and the magic power has become a cover to resist the tens of thousands of knights in Bretonnia. It is terrible Magic, plus freezing weather.

The Duke of Carcassonne and the Duke of Palaon brought reinforcements, but they couldn't even enter the interior of Colony, the roads were twisted, the bushes mutated, and the forces of chaos wanted to turn Colony into Musilon this time, using the most brutal and terrifying means .

Every time there is a meeting in the castle, the faces of the dukes will get worse and worse. They are troubled by nightmares and demons, their beards hang on their cheeks, and the condition of the soldiers is not good. Even the most powerful knights can hardly support the nightmares. Only the Chapel of the Grail of the Lady of the Lake could have prevented the invasion, where no corners, no matter how bad, are now filled with beds...

Because civilians cannot enter, basically knights and aristocrats live in it. People who used to be honored are crowded together like clowns, just to escape their own hearts. In comparison, Roel's strength is obvious.

Overwhelmed with desperation, the dukes looked at the empty seats and asked this.

"Why didn't Duke Roel come here?" Lawn held his stomach to prevent the gap left by the demon from collapsing.

The Duke of Bordereau was razoring his beard again, worn out by the crowds in the church. "He asked me for a full set of lady's prayers, the oath of the knight of the kingdom."

asked the Duke of Lyonis. "Those things don't have very good effects. The blessings that the lady bestows on people who are not Holy Grail Knights are not very powerful. They are only generous in heart and hot in blood."

“Not even as good wine…”

The others were silent. He was right. The lady's preference for the Holy Grail Knight was obvious to all. Of course, they couldn't expect more. After all, the entire Bretonnia was built relying on the power of the lady.

Gone are the wines, pies and breads, stews, snails or barbecues, and now Bretonnia is only hopeless, because the Holy Grail knights can feel the power of the ladies is weakening, and recently they will have nightmares even if they hide in the church.

The knights are exhausted, they don't know where the future lies, and they can only let the time pass like nothing.

Chaos will not be satisfied, even if they go to war, those undead things will not be defeated, people will fall into despair, but Roel is not like this, he takes the words of a lady, the courage of a knight, and faces the most evil thing in this world , one of nine volumes.

He already understood the principles of this terrible world, and he was already a true mage. If his strength and knowledge were still insufficient, the human would have no chance of victory, because Chaos would never be satisfied.

During this period of time, Roel dismissed Nok's invitation time and time again, Elena's John, Ali Mara's government affairs, and his own people's request. He wanted to complete his plan.

He prostrated himself in front of the table and slowly recited his spell, which was quite an unstable place... "Ah na... lack..."

"cough!"

He spit out a mouthful of blood, which stained the kraft paper he was compiling red. With just a few words, eight winds swept through his body, making Roel unbearable.

But he wiped off the blood without any reaction, and changed a few words on the fuchsia paper, he needed to make sure the magic could be used.

Now he has locked himself in the door for a long time, the quill is also curled, there is not much ink left, and countless kraft papers have become waste, full of strange characters.

Insufficient, still insufficient, they are not simple enough, not enough for mortals to use, Roel needs a simple spell to turn the whole of Cologne into an indestructible demon meat grinder, he needs the wisdom of the past life, and the magic power of the present, all combined Becoming no less of an Elven or Old One spell.

Spirit veins, black pyramids, the world's most cutting-edge wisdom and concepts are all in his mind, and the study of magic in half a year is now bearing fruit. Under the pressure of chaos, a huge spell node composed of thousands of kraft papers is here The room was born.

Roel lay trembling on the ground, one month, 20 words, a total of 98 volumes, a huge magic that requires 300 people, can drain all the magic power of the entire Cologne for a short time, and guide it into the leylines. During this time, the dukes Opportunity to fight back against Chaos.

This is a terrible spell that is absolutely impossible to create with mortal strength, but it was completed with the wisdom collected when Roel walked through Tzeentch's domain. This thing is absolutely unreliable, but today's humans can only rely on it.

The consequences are not clear, the cost is not clear, only know that the person who uses this spell will die from a blown head, and in Bretonnia, no one can use magic except the Holy Grail Maiden.

What a crazy thing this is. Colony will become a forbidden place for ladies in the millennium. This spell is a terrible nightmare, and Roel wants to persuade the king to use it to reverse the situation instead of curling up like this.

Just the moment when magic is used, a large number of knights can break through the chaos blockade and enter Cologne, and the magic power of chaos will be turned into thin air, so that the devil's gap can be sealed.

Roel got up, collected all his works, asked someone to shave off his beard, put on a dress, and wore a big bag that didn't fit his duke status, and brought the terrible scrolls to the duke assembly.

When Bretonnia was in a desperate situation and the dukes were helpless, the gate was pushed open. It was Roel's plan, crazy, crazy.

He took Musilon's seat as if nothing happened, that terrible position, people say that all the dukes in that position are crazy, that place is cursed, there is no doubt about it.

When Roel spread out his files, and a large amount of kraft paper covered the entire table, Roel spoke his plan slowly in a hoarse voice.

But Duke Boldro couldn't help but want to refuse just after hearing the description, Duke Brionne's complexion was twisted, and Duke Lyonnes cursed loudly.

King Lawn asked only one word. "Can the magic composed of sacrificing two hundred girls give mortals the ability to torture and kill demons?"

Roel nodded. "Reinforcements can enter Colony, and people will no longer have nightmares. 200 lives can be exchanged for the mutated energy gathered in Bretonnia to enter the ground veins at no cost. Of course, this is not to dissipate the aggressive and powerful Chaos forces, but Sealed in this wonderful land of the Middle Ages."

Roel took out the model he made, which tells the basics of magic, and its appearance is the recognized eight winds.

"The wind of magic, called Aethyr in the High Elvish language, but most people will only call it magic, is essentially an invisible energy flowing from the realm of chaos into the mortal world."

"As a product of chaos, magic's effects on the mortal world are often strange and random, always affecting everything it touches in unpredictable ways."

"This ancient interdimensional power can be manipulated by intelligent creatures. It can change the laws of physics, tamper with reality, and make the impossible possible. It can also affect the spiritual world that is closely connected with the realm of chaos."

"When the original chaotic energy enters the material world through the chaotic gates at the two poles of the world, it will be differentiated into eight independent forms for unknown reasons, which are the so-called eight magical winds."

"There have been many professors from the Imperial Academy of Magic who tried to explain the cause of the differentiation of the eight winds, although a large number of contradictory theories have been born from this."

"However, most scholars who have really studied this phenomenon believe that the magic eight winds are some kind of combination produced when pure immaterial and pure matter meet, so they will each accumulate in the place where the corresponding matter concentrates, producing The effect associated with the corresponding substance."

"To put it simply... the eight winds are the energy state born from the contact of chaos ability and this wonderful physical world."

"The existence of chaotic rifts now is to introduce countless eight winds into the physical interface of Bretonnia, so that a large amount of magic power can be gathered, so that demons can appear in the physical world. In fact, those rifts do not exist, but are the openings for instilling magic."

The dukes looked at each other. "What are you talking about?" Duke Boldero was the first to understand.

"The demons we are facing now rely on lady magic?"

This sentence made other people understand that although this is reality, the Bretonnian knights will not recognize it. The power they worship has the same origin as Chaos...

Duke Lyonis cursed. "Get rid of your imperial machinations, Chaos Doctrine, you're a cultist!"

Roel just answered. "Without Chaos, there would be no magic, no Grail Knights, no demons, no..."

He thought about his past life, if the Old Sage's plan hadn't been carried out, would this world...

He sighed. "My magic is not one of the eight winds, but directly uses the energy of the chaotic essence, and uses the human body as a container to guide it into the earth's veins, turning those chaotic forces into the eight winds, and reducing their corruption."

"It is the process of being transformed by the world when human beings are used to replace the chaotic energy entering this world, but all the people participating in the ceremony will..."

"Death, corruption, madness."

If this magic appears in the empire, it will definitely be regarded as heresy. Elf archmage Teclis seriously forbids human mages to use such a terrifying power, which is a mixed magic of various eight winds. Roel is not only multi-purpose this time, Instead use it all.

If this magic is successful, with the blessing of the rich chaotic magic power here, it may be enough to change the world, that is, the greatest magic used by humans after the Tomb King.

But this involves too many things, whether it is life or death, whether it is to be drowned by demons or destroyed by magic, such a task falls on the dukes, and they dare not choose.

This is a major event comparable to the founding of a nation, whether to turn Bretonnia into a chaotic realm, or to use terrifying wisdom...

Roel raised his hand. "Vote, I vote with my heart."

Duke Gisoleo raised his hand for the second time. "I vote against it. Magic will only make the situation worse. Like the gunpowder you brought, it will make the knight class a joke. Although I approve of you, Duke Musillon, I dare not bet."

He is old-fashioned, although he is strong and recognizes Roel, but that's all.

The third person to raise his hand was the Duke of Bordereau. "I agree, men of the sea have adventure, Bretonnians have, and if we don't choose, we will become history."

The fourth person to raise his hand was the Duke of Lyonnes. "I object, you are in Musilon, you want to kill all the ladies, so that no one can threaten your undead...Isn't it?" His tone was a little joking, but he could feel his disharmony.

Duke Brionne sighed. "I abstain, I can't decide, whether I agree or disagree, I will inevitably become a sinner in history, sorry, I am indecisive."

In the end, everyone's eyes fell on King Lawn. Whether to attack or continue to guard, he became a pivotal part of this almost crazy plan.

King Lawn seemed to have aged a lot in an instant. Looking at the portrait of the lady in the hall, he was silent for a long time. His body still felt weak, just like Colonel today.

But his blood still churned and burned, and something golden rolled inside him. King Lawn was very old, and a man of his age should not take risks, but he must ensure the success of Bretonnia.

Lawn spoke. "Duke Roel, I want to ask you a few questions."

Roel nodded. "Please, Your Majesty."

Lawn said. "Why did you agree to the baron to escort the artillery?"

Roel answered truthfully. "I know that castle is related to my enemy, the one who killed my future."

Lowe asked. "You are for yourself?"

Roel replied. "I'm for...Bretonnia." His eyes never evaded, if he hadn't chased after that undead, Bretonnia would have been devastated.

Lawn rubbed his beard and sighed. "You really look like me."

"It's the same as when I was young. Do you know that I am still taking my own adventures in my 50s. My family expects me to be the youngest Grail Knight in Bretonnia, but I am still taking risks."

"I help others everywhere, but I find an excuse. I convince myself that it is to become the Holy Grail Knight and be recognized by others."

"When I found out that Bretonnia was threatened by the undead, I went back to the family that I hadn't returned for ten years without hesitation, and challenged those undead with a few people."

"Now I have become the king, and you have become the duke. This is the Bretonnian spirit, responsibility, hope, and protection."

A moment later, under the light revealed by the stained glass, King Lawn slowly raised his hand. "I agree!"

(End of this chapter)