Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 276
The sudden attack by the coalition forces had achieved some results. They might not have thought that these people would organize an offensive again in just two days, but this seemed to be a futile move, because the cursed city had already turned its direction.

The thousand-meter-long mouth was unconsciously opened wide, and the interior was full of tens of meters long sharp teeth, which grew layer by layer into the depths, like the mouthparts of a leech, and the blood-sucking target was the mortal. The race and the world itself, the hundreds of meters long tentacles twitched towards the ground, everyone consciously stayed away from it, even the lunatics of Chaos, no one wanted to be swallowed into that big mouth.

Bilak manipulated his "throne" to march towards the coalition forces. This mobile fortress may have its own consciousness. Even though Kislev City is relatively close to it, it still chooses to move towards the south.

The Chaos Army consciously ran towards the distance, but this moving fortress that was originally slow seemed to have changed its rhythm at this moment. The speed that could only move a few steps per hour has now doubled, maybe it is still not fast, but if Counting the terrifying size, it can travel hundreds of meters in one step.

Many people who had no time to escape were crushed to pieces by the huge soles of their feet, and those tentacles that twitched unconsciously seemed to come to life at this time, sending the approaching life into the big mouth in front, no matter whether it was a small Kurgan Neither man, nor beastman, nor troll, nor horned beast survived.

This caused the chaos army to start to turmoil, after all, it looked like it was in a state of being pinched from inside and outside.

But soon, it seemed that Aisawa Kul had reached an agreement with Bilak, or that the No. 12 Eternal God Chosen threatened the demon prince who crowned him, and those tentacles no longer swept life towards the ground, The pace of action also began to slow down.

Just when he thought that the mobile fortress had returned to normal, a violent bell rang from above, resounding throughout the battlefield.

"Boom~"

The ringing of the bell covered up the sound of the fighting, the mournful sound of the shells falling on the ground, and all the sounds, as if the only thing left in this world was this dirge that resounded through the sky.

The dirge lasted twelve times, and as each bell rang from above, all creatures who believed in the dark gods felt a kind of attention, and many people who were fighting became more tenacious and powerful, and the marks of chaos became clearer It was terrifying, and those who could not bear the blessings of the dark gods grew large lumps of flesh and tentacles, and turned into chaotic eggs on the spot, waving their twisted bodies frantically and attacking all life around them.

What is even more tragic is that those who have neither upgraded nor turned into chaotic eggs, their arms and heads have grotesque limbs, and after breaking the armor, they also lose their minds and attack the enemy frantically with weapons .

Every chime of the bell seemed to be accompanied by a wanton and unrestrained laughter. Finally, when the chime was about to ring No. 13, it stopped suddenly, and the throne of Bilak became even crazier, and the frequency of actions increased.

Obviously, the devil prince cannot accept this reality. Thirteen represents destruction. If the bell rings this time, all the lives present will be the nourishment of this throne. Perhaps he can fulfill his long-cherished wish for thousands of years and become immortal at this moment. God of shadows.

"Tegris!"

Without Imrik's reminder, the Archmage had already raised the Moon Staff, and began to use himself as the source to gather the wind of magic provided by the Saffrey Mages, and the twelve bells tolled the wind of magic around him. It was extremely chaotic, and the siege magic had to be cast before the No. 13 bell rang, otherwise the fate of destruction would befall everyone.

A strong sense of tearing appeared in Teclis' body, as if his body was about to be shattered under this powerful magic. He was trying the magic that a dragon trainer taught him a long time ago, which was a powerful magic thousands of years ago , even the elves can only use the high-level magic of Slann that the dragon tamer can use-the extermination of the cities.

In this era when most of the energy of the mortal world is absorbed by the maelstrom, even if Slan wants to use these frighteningly powerful high-level magic, he needs to rely on the power of the giant network of spiritual veins, otherwise it will be difficult to reproduce the power of the dragon trainer. A powerful mage who can destroy an army of ten thousand people with one person.

With the help of Katrin, Teclis already knew how often the energy of Kislev's leylines was used. That's why he took the risk to do this thing. This calm man also has a bloody day, just to save the world.

Everyone's attention was attracted by the huge energy in Teclis' hands. The pure eight-wind energy seemed to become a sun in his hands, radiating enough light to burn the soul around him.

After he put down the Moon Staff, a ball of energy with a diameter of half a kilometer appeared from the sky above Prager and fell straight down, while a roar came from the throne,
"No!"

Bilak probably never expected that in the backcountry of Kislev, he would meet a spellcaster comparable to Slann. Most of it was smashed, and it caused cracks in the bell of destruction that he had painstakingly built.

Prag began to be paralyzed. Hundreds of sharp and hard rocks on it were crushed into powder under this force. A large number of tentacles burned themselves under the pure magic energy. After a violent roar, it may be the power of Bilak to protect it It didn't let it shatter directly, but the falling [-]-meter boulder obviously showed that Prager's condition would not be very good.

The giant foot that was originally moving began to stagnate, as if it was still feeling the aftertaste of the high-level magic point.

Bellegar, who was sitting on the cradle in the hands of the dragon, was stunned for a moment. Seeing Teclis's miraculous magic, he couldn't help but poked Thorgrim, who was much more knowledgeable than himself, and said dully, "The ancestors all Did you fight this monster and win in the end?"

It was really hard for Bellegar to imagine that this kind of power would come from that elf who looked extremely thin. If he helped to regain Eight Peaks Mountain and wiped out the huge number of green skins in one fell swoop, would it change the number of Anglund clans? Disadvantage in numbers for millennia...

He didn't dare to think deeply about this thought, but the scene that paralyzed Prager in one fell swoop was still deeply imprinted in his mind.

Belegar raised his head and glanced at Imrik in front of him. Teclis, who possesses this kind of power, must obey the order of the Dragon Prince, so will his power be even more frightening? The Silver Dragon Horn of Iselama... …

Thorgreen was also stunned by Bellegar's question. If all the elves had this strength, then the battle of vengeance would be a fart, and they would retreat into the mountain castle and pray that they would not be interested in the broken stones in the mountains.

"This is a minority, get ready, the action is about to begin."

(End of this chapter)