Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 223 The Demons Are Out of Chaos, But Your Lizardman Grandpa Is Here

Not far from Colony, the good scenery quickly dissipated, and the chaotic filth that was so hard to get rid of appeared now again. Although there was no such terrible magic power, the mutation was always rooted in the bodies of those poor creatures.

And the Bretonnians hadn't seen the blue sky for a long time, and the horse's iron hooves crushed the rotten meat on the ground, because without the support of chaos magic, those mutations could not provide them with abilities.

Abnormal sarcoids and distortions distorted their original physiological structure to the point where they could not move, and what this group of things were before could no longer be seen clearly. They might be beastmen or wild animals.

Rotten meat gradually stained the ground, and the smell of corruption made the nobles hold their noses.

But even so, the current team has reached [-] people. As long as they are young people, regardless of gender, they must play to solve those chaotic problems within today.

All the Coronians in the long stretch of land left their hometowns and used unfamiliar weapons for their own survival. All their strength was desperate, and King Lawn walked in front with firm eyes.

He believed that the Lady had given him power for this day, and that the battles of today would surely be remembered in Bretonnia for generations to come.

Heroes' war, today's war, his thoughts go far away, it is difficult to calm down, golden blood flows, burning his body, since he became king until now, he has never thought of Bretonnia, his brother Lonny will face the predicament of today.

The horn of war echoed, and the smell of decay and the ruined village seemed to tear open the wound on his chest from Scarbrand's blow. King Lawn held his horse's saddle to force himself to calm down.

The emotions of other dukes are similar, but Roel is the only one who is different. He is thinking about what happened after the invasion of Chaos. He can't remember clearly. He only remembers that Bretonnia fell into civil strife because of the poisonous tongue Malobog. , But under current circumstances, such civil strife probably won't happen.

And what about the battle between Arkham the Black and the Lich Master, Heimle Kemmel, or the resurrection of his teacher, the old monk?
Chaos has invaded and destruction is approaching, but now he can't handle the "little things" here?
A lot of time is like this, wind and rain come and go, but there are no obvious signs. In this sad world, war and death come ingeniously, silently, but never stop. The vitality of ordinary people.

The smirks of the gods echoed among the stars, and everything was filled with mist. Roel smelled something wrong and raised his gun.

"Be alert, blow the horn, direction, about 180, one kilometer."

"It's the magic of chaos, something that shouldn't appear..."

Before the Bretonnians recovered their senses, the sky became distorted again, the magic power was revived, and countless grotesque things crawled up, twisting like monsters.

The knights fought back exhaustedly, and in the city of Cologne, the heads of the Holy Grail girls exploded one by one, turning into scarlet roses.

In the end, he still overestimated human beings. Roel miscalculated their abilities. It can be said that the girls who are only proficient in one department may have been guessed like this.

That's why the knights seemed to be in a hurry. Roel had already said about this situation, and Lawn sighed. "Ladies…"

They all have sins, but there is nothing they can do. If they cannot be redeemed by victory now, things will be irreversible.

But such a mutation did not instantly increase the magic power of chaos in the air. The gates of the leylines had been opened, and the magic power was slowly being drawn. The revived demons were not immune to physical attacks, and even the farmers' pitchforks could destroy them.

When the peasant realizes that he too can slay the mighty, the scarlet flesh bursts and courage spreads.

But demons are not considered soft persimmons, removing that terrifying vitality, they are still the most terrifying thing in the Warhammer world.

The battle damage is easy to appear, but the wailing of the peasants can't stop any real warrior, but Roel still shouted. "Priority is personal protection, guards, shoot."

Neat smoke of black gunpowder appeared, and the earth-shattering thunder fell on the mortal world, startling the precious horses of many knights, and kicking hoofs injuring many attendants beside the horses.

When the smoke dissipated and the demons collapsed, the soldiers were ordered to load their ammunition, and the march continued, advancing slowly. The heroic knights of Bretonnia, seeing the thunderous power, felt lingering fear in their hearts.

When they returned to the place where they had lost last time, the rotten and disgusting barn, Lawn felt a dull pain in his chest, but he raised his lance, ready to go.

Because the magic is restrained, there are only a hundred demons here, even the knights of the kingdom can barely deal with it. If it is the knights of the Holy Grail and the dukes, they will cut melons and vegetables.

Things are going well, but Roel doesn't like this feeling. Murphy's Law will appear sooner or later, but at present, he has no reason to prevent the king from sealing here. pray.

He licked the corner of his mouth dryly. "Nock, do you have wine?"

Nock nodded. "But drinking here? Is this a battlefield?"

Roel scolded. "When I drank white, you were still in the mother's womb, give it to me!"

Nock scratched his head. "Brandy isn't very strong..." But since he needed it, he wouldn't be stingy, and the wine sac with a leather bag smelling like horseshoes was gurgling and gurgling. Roel blushed slightly, raised his gun, and held his breath. .

One shot smashed a demon's head, loaded the gun, and continued to fire, firing. King Lawn felt a strong wind around him, and the demon fell down. Although he felt safe, he was amazed that the gun could achieve such power.

But the barn that had been rotten to flesh and blood in front of him was getting closer and closer, and the disgusting smell and the uncomfortable feeling of magic became clearer. King Lawn raised his lance, and for a moment the light shone brightly, and Biquis jumped high. From now on, it's the same as last time.

But with Roel's magic, the magic power here is completely insufficient. A big demon like Scarbrand shot again, only to see a flash of light, and the lance fell into the Chaos Demon Realm, and it burst apart after a while.

The violent explosion and the remnants of the eight winds dispersed after a while, and after the intense spatial fluctuations, everything returned to its original appearance, leaving only ruins.

King Lawn was struck backward by the magic power, but he was still standing. He wiped his sweat, looked at the broken lance in his hand, and gasped heavily.

He wasn't tired, but the blow was betting Bretonnia's future, the pressure was too great, and it made him feel tired, but it succeeded.

People still couldn't believe it, but when they saw King Lawn's return, the shining battle armor shining in the sun, the peasants first gasped in amazement, and after a while turned into cheers and battle cries.

"Long live Bretonnia!"

The knights and nobles hesitated for a moment, and shouted loudly. "Long live Bretonnia!"

"Long live King Lawn!"

Floating over the wilderness with the howling of horns, the dukes wiping their bodies with the blood of demons, things have subsided, stories of sacrifice and bravery have filled the cracks in Bretonnia, and they can finally return to their homeland.

Duke Boldro laughed and emphasized again. "His Excellency, Duke Musilon, let's go to your territory for a drink."

Duke Lyonis lowered his tomahawk. "Well done, boy."

Duke Gisoleo sighed. "Times have changed."

King Raun raised his sword, the Sword of Coronne. "Bretonnia! Victory..."

Before the words fell, the scarlet witch fire melted half of the sword representing Cologne, and the molten iron fell along the blade and hilt, burning King Lawn's gauntlets. Lawn looked towards the source of the magic power, and there were two terrifying monsters with heads standing on the ground. far away.

His whole body is covered with beautiful blue feathers, and the wisdom revealed by the bird face is amazing. A terrifying army of countless fear demons and demon scribes surrounds him. When Carlos appears in the mortal world, the dukes are like enemies.

The evil wind screamed, it was the terrible smile of the Lord of Change, the blue witch fire was burning, and Roel frowned, which was completely different from what he expected.

But...he can feel the power of Carlos, big devil, isn't it that scary?

Carlos still seemed powerful at the moment, he naturally squeezed out the spell, tore open the chaotic rift, the terrifying Scarbrand walked out of it, and there were countless powerful Khorne war shrines.

But Roel understood what was wrong. Carlos's incarnation was not a complete body, but an instant rift that was torn open by the magic power generated by the bursting of his own power resonance mortal rift. Just a moment later, the rift was destroyed. Medieval world restored.

Today's Carlos is rootless water, and the so-called Scarbrand doesn't feel magic at all.

However, being able to use one's own power to exert such terrifying magic is also a very surprising thing. As expected of the Great Chaos Demon, the chief of the Lord of Change, there is no doubt that the current Bretonnian knights have been fooled, whether it is Both the dukes and King Lawn looked at those kings in fear.

"Fate Weaver?! Why are you in the mortal world?" King Lawn looked at the demon vigilantly, Biquis retreated almost instinctively, and the other dukes also had expressions on their faces. The peasants could not stand still, and many people Because of the disgusting and depraved monster, he was in a coma.

Nock looked unsteady and looked at Roel. "How did the plan become like this? How can we win like this? It's a legendary demon, and everyone knows it exists!"

Roel sniffed his nose, seemingly indifferent. After all, there is no chaotic magic power here. The so-called big devil is just a larger movable dimension stone. Just looking at the melee combat ability, the few dukes here, a dozen Holy Grail knights plus Lao King En can hit Carlos on the head, one punch for each of the two heads.

Carlos didn't speak either, he was very clear about his problem, he couldn't close his mouth, he couldn't control it, so don't talk, such a monster standing in an open space, two scary monsters, one red and one basket, just the visual oppression is overwhelming Makes people crazy.

It has to be said that Carlos played a good empty city plan. He knew that although the spells of the Bretonnians drained their magic power, they would also completely wipe out the use of mages in the army. As the existence of insight and wisdom, he immediately felt To the essence of Roel's spell.

But in any case, he didn't know Roel's ability. He didn't care about Roel's exploration into the Chaos Demon Realm last time. After all, anyone who is sensitive to magic can do it.

He didn't even think that Roel did it on purpose. After all, the puppet didn't tell his whole story. In his eyes, it was Roel, the lord, who created the puppet for the sake of magic.

The creation must have been done by a wild mage, because the puppet was full of necromancy, but he never imagined that the ordinary person in front of him was actually an archmage.

It was also because of the personality of the doll that made her come to the castle of the Lord of Change, and it was also this personality that made her somewhat reserved. In fact, in today's Chaos Demon Realm, the blond girl was watching what happened here, her mouth cracked open. The ears are gone.

Carlos is still pretending to be powerful at this moment, sitting in an empty business, controlling Scarbrand to roar and curse, trying to tear King Lawn and the knights of Bretonnia apart.

The heroes were terrified.

Then Roel rode forward. "Okay, I accept your one-on-one challenge, let's go one-on-one and see who wins!"

Carlos was out of his mind. It was the first time he saw someone singled out Scarbrand. Is this guy's head okay?

The other knights were also amazed. "No, no, Bretonnia can't lose you. I'll fight him one-on-one. Although the Chaos Demon Lord is powerful, I can still delay them." King Lawn stepped forward.

"The residents of Colonia cannot live without a master for a day. If I die, you must take my people and leave here when you return to the city!" King Lawn moved forward with a broken sword, aggressive, and Carlos It is even more sour, if it is really in its heyday, he can deal with all the knights here with one magic.

But he is empty now, but Carlos is not an idiot, he quickly realized that the guy on the opposite side did this on purpose, connected with the sudden appearance of magic, and the identity revealed by the doll, Carlos immediately realized something was wrong.

This kid is the master of Tzeentch! ?
Carlos immediately followed his plan, and Scarbrand swung the fiery giant axe of Khorne, and slashed at King Lawn with two magical weapons. King Lawn generously went to justice, and his whole body burst out with golden light, like a flash bomb …

Roel yelled. "Damn it, don't!"

But it was too late, the strongest existence of the Holy Grail Knight slashed on Scarbrand's phantom with all his strength, and the fierce power turned into fierce light, which became the direction for Carlos to escape.

It has to be said that Carlos' plan was flawless, taking advantage of Lawn's fear of Scarbrand. If there was no previous loss, Lawn would definitely find that what was in front of him was just an illusion.

Now the big demon spreads his wings, throwing off the countless demon legions that followed him and the Bretonnian knights looking at each other...

But did Carlos get away?When he flew to the mouth of the sea, violent energy burst out suddenly, it was the lizardman's fire-breathing dragon!

shouted high. "What a big bird man!"

dwarf supplement. "It's a pity I can't eat it."

Said in rags. "Snack for Tyrannosaurus?"

Professionals, a group of cold-blooded fighters, and terrifying lizard people disembarked to surround Carlos who was burned and about to be depilated, and the lizard people chatted with each other.

"It's a big devil, why is it so weak?"

"The magic power here is scarce, and the veins are abnormal..."

"I'm afraid there will be a catastrophe in a hundred years. It turns out that the priest wants us to come here to solve the problem of the big devil and the leylines..."

"Those three silly monkeys are really human messengers?"

They talked to each other, and finally their eyes fell on Carlos, and the sharp obsidian weapon was raised.

Carlos yelled. "Help!"

"Help!"

The two heads actually reached a consensus, but after a while, countless two-meter-tall lizard-man hunks sliced ​​Carlos into thin slices.

The Lord of Changes opened his eyes in the void, looking at the returning Carlos' soul fragments, his emotions fluctuated constantly, the entire Changeable Demon Realm was turned upside down, and Chaos' plan to invade Bretonnia was completely bankrupt...

(End of this chapter)