Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 265 The only sanity left

The Triton standing on the city wall felt a little suffocated. Is this the Chaos invasion organized by the Kurgans, rather than the Khorne demon army entering the mortal world?
The endless sea of ​​blood was led by a woman with wings on her back, holding a spear and a demon shield. He stared and watched carefully, and found that an army of 880 people seemed to be led by eight Khorne Chaos Lords. The attack came, and after that came the Kurgans.

Triton breathed a sigh of relief, perhaps the bloody aura was too strong, causing his vision to be a little blurred, thinking that it was an 88-man regiment led by 880 Chaos Lords of Khorne, if this is really the case, he should be honest Come back to Ulthuan, the old world is terrible.

But even though it was only led by eight Chaos Lords of Khorne, this army was still unstoppable. The battering rams kept beating on the city gates. After losing a large number of siege towers, finally a few of them leaned against the city wall. The woman with wings even chose to rush to the city wall alone, and began to be unparalleled to the surrounding soldiers.

Even though a few boys with good strength tried to stop her, they were immediately pierced through the chest by the bloody spear and fell from the city wall.

Agthel, who was staying at the command post, ordered the dragon companions to attack, and then chose to fight the Khorne champion himself on the city wall.

The coalition forces are gradually falling into a disadvantage. The Kurgans who attacked before were not good at attacking the city. Without the artillery support of the Chaos Dwarves, they relied on fierceness and fearlessness, coupled with elite heavy troops and the enemy Only hand-to-hand combat can tilt the battle towards them.

But the believers of Khorne are different. These people are better equipped than the prairie people, and their morale is higher, which leads to the high battle loss ratio of the coalition forces.

On a section of the city wall that had been emptied, the high-level dragon prince was fighting against the champion of Khorne. When the scarlet spear was about to stab his chest, it was immediately blocked by the shield, and then the steel long sword stabbed out.

The demon shield with long horns and a slender tongue resisted the stabbing action of the long sword, and the empty eyes emitted purple light, confusing the Dragon Prince's sight, so that he could only see an illusion shrouded in purple mist.

The quick-responsive Dragon Prince retracted his shield in an instant, protecting most of his upper body. The subsequent attacks came from the shield, and the target was obviously his throat.

"Elf, I am Valkia, the bride of Khorne, you have a good head." The Khorne champion who stayed in place did not continue to pursue, and asked about the name of the Dragon Prince.

But Agthel ignored her. There are too many chaotic champions killed by Kaledo. What kind of character can you count?

"If you don't even have the courage to say your name, the God of War will only regard this battle as a meaningless trifle." Valkia's voice came out again, and she could feel that the one who was bearing Khorne's gaze Humans stayed in the central area of ​​the city, and the Blood God's eager gaze even aroused her jealousy. She had never seen the Skull Lord hold such great enthusiasm for a mortal.

That mortal is constantly resisting, and Valkia came here to destroy his resistance. Whether she kills him or he kills herself, the power of Khorne will enter his body, the champion Even the prince will not be a problem, that mortal will win countless victories in the name of the blood god.

"The war is continued for the purpose, but your purpose is only the war." After Agsel said the words, he immediately started to attack. He had already seen that the target of the champion of Khorne was Damian. If a woman with divine aura approaches, the consequences may be extremely bad.

Below the city wall, Iron Wolf stood alone at the gate of the city. He did not use the usual sword and shield this time, but a sword and staff. This meant that he had given up defense and planned to turn into a magic fort to wipe out the enemies.

The sound of the battering ram hitting the city gate made bursts of noise, and the loose iron locks proved that this old guy who had persisted in standing for hundreds of years might collapse in a while.

Finally, under the slamming of the metal hammer with the symbol of the copper bull, the city gate finally fell down, and what greeted the followers of Khorne were balls of fireballs the size of half a man, and the shotgun bolts of the Dragon Claw Ballista.

The long-range firepower achieved results, but the enemy commander chose to ignore the magic swordsman who was the god of war at the city gate, let several gods and heroes entangle him, and then let his soldiers withstand the long-range attack and forcefully entered the city.

The city wall has become a point of contention, and so is the city gate. Everyone is actively fighting. People with mobility have sent supplies near the city wall, and picked up those simple bows and arrows to attack the Chaos believers who poured into it. The bullhorns fought, the Patriarchs sang songs with divine blessings to bless the warriors, and the elven archers shot deadly arrows, but only stopped a part of the attacking crowd.

What is incompatible with this place is the center of the city, at the stone monument that looks very cold and dead. Mi Shan hugged the Storm Tower and calmly looked at Damian who had awakened in front of him.

"Obviously, you can't control this bloodlust."

Damian, who was bound by iron chains, nodded, his eyes had returned to a little calm, but after the bloody aura from the top of the city entered his body, his eyes were gradually covered with layers of bloodshot eyes, spreading from the corners of the eyes to the pupils.

He supported the iron lock with both hands and tried to break free. Even though Priest Vaal's magic had strengthened it, there was still a burst of noise, and the stone monument began to fall pieces of rubble, apparently unable to withstand this force, and soon Then it might collapse.

"The sons of Bulkelso will not become the lackeys of the devil, kill me, Mishan!" Damian gritted his teeth, tried his best to speak out with the remaining rationality, his body in overalls burst out with veins, The bright red blood god brand began to cover the black totem tattoo, and the muscles all over his body had swollen to an unbelievable degree.

Hearing this, Mi Shan sighed silently, watching his close comrades step by step into the arms of the blood god was undoubtedly unacceptable, and now the only way to do it is to use this method.

A war knife wiped Damian's hairs and pierced into the stone monument behind. Mi Shan pinched the barbarian's head, then took out a piece of gravel from his waist, and said coldly, "Open your mouth."

But at this time, Damian was completely out of the control of reason, and began to squeeze forward with both hands frantically, trying to break free from the iron chain and tear the man in front of him into pieces with his bare hands. Those eyes, which had completely turned into scarlet, proved that he was indeed is crazy.

Seeing this, Mishan immediately pulled out his saber, and smashed the steel gun end at Damian's tightly closed jaw. After smashing a few teeth, he opened it with the end of the gun and forced the fragment of the World Stone into it. into his throat.

After finishing this action, Mishan held the saber in his hand. He didn't know what the consequences would be if he stuffed the World Stone into Damian's body. It was originally used to free his grandfather's great sword, but now there is no such situation. Other ways, I just hope that this thing from the barbarian's hometown can restore his sanity, otherwise...

Thinking of this, Mi Shan closed his eyes, clenched the Storm Spire in his hands, and then opened it suddenly, staring at his comrades in front of him.

(End of this chapter)