After a night with the girls, Marin cooked their favorite dinner, watched the cloudless starry sky of Farol with them, and finally fell asleep together.

Early the next morning, Marin returned to Copenhagen with a set of 12 large fish bombing tools.

After all, airplanes can't be made overnight, and for Marin, they can come up with a prototype of the engine to drive the propeller within half a year, and Marin can already be grateful.

Therefore, it is easy to make such things as fish tools, which can be made by craftsmen, and Marin plans to let the northern workshops produce these things on their own in the coming days, and when the time comes, they will engrave weight-reducing magic circles on them, and let the mages who master psionic energy drag them into the sky, and attack those plague cauldrons under the cover of their companions.

At present, the Chaos side has not found air combat units, but even the rotten knights have appeared in groups, and in Marin's opinion, it is only a matter of time before the plague bees appear, and with such a large-scale invasion, Nurgle must have made a bloody investment, and the Chosen Champion of the team he leads will definitely be the most brutal and terrifying existence, but Marlin is confident that he will kill him, as long as he dares to appear in Marin's intelligence network, Marlin will definitely find a way to kill him.

When the presence of the cauldron was not detected, Marin could only let his subordinates continue the boring physical training, and at the same time, Marin would do his best to mix various potions, and the alchemy workshop of the Church of the Goddess of Mercy was where he often stayed recently.

Sometimes, he would also take Suder, Rhodes, and Carmen to the front with Alessandro, and Marin would teach them how to shoot those believers with normal bullets, and how to kill the Chaos Warriors by hitting their weaknesses with blessed silver bullets.

As for the Chaos Wizards, this kind of movement is not fast, and there is nothing to say about the guy who is full of weaknesses, and in the face of the blessed silver bullet, the only thing these targets four hundred yards away can do is to face death the way they like.

One bullet at a time.

Marin rose from his trench when the last of the Chaos warriors were covered in Molotov cocktails filled with blessed oil, a woodland south of Holbaik, the most important transportation hub between Copenhagen and the western seaport of Fort Kellon, and was currently the most at war with humans, and Chaos wanted to capture this area and attack Holbaek further north, leaving Copenhagen without the mountain of supplies from Fort Kellon, which had been transported by groups of ships from the Sidney and Farol regions.

Humans can't afford to lose this access – if they do, they would have to enter the fjord to get into Copenhagen, but the sea in this area is already frozen, which is impossible in winter.

"Thank you, Your Excellency, for your help with us." A regimental commander from the Northern Kingdom, a bearded man, walked over, stretched out his hand to shake Marin's hand, and said thank you in a straight voice.

"It's nothing, I just think that since you have the money to change the equipment for your soldiers, then I have to help my customers." Marin said with a smile - this time he also told the regiment commander how to make the incendiary bomb.

Wine bottles are the most common thing in the Northern Kingdoms, even in the army, and every soldier needs alcohol to help him ward off the chill in this kind of ghost weather.

Cloth was everywhere - the clothes of dead soldiers could be cut into strips of cloth, and then wine was the best combustible.

The bottle was filled with blessed oil, which was originally used to defend the city, but Marin had taken some from Holbaek - if it was not used, it would need to be blessed again every week, and there was no shortage of oil in Holbaek, and there was a pre-apocalyptic relic still working, pumping crude oil from the depths of the earth every day - this was confirmed by Marin.

So the defensive battle of this army, which had obtained a large number of Molotov cocktails, went very smoothly - they even dug several trenches in some important and easily breachable positions in front of the line, poured oil into them, and when a large amount of chaos passed through and ignited them with the Flame Explosion Technique, the scene was like fireworks, and the swollen dead bodies of the plague bringers were ignited and finally exploded, and the sound of Rhodes, who was beside Marin, said that he didn't want to eat meat these days.

The young man is really simple, and in Marin's opinion, if such an invasion continues, if the supplies cannot keep up, eating meat will be a very luxurious thing.

Hopefully he's been doing this long enough so that he'll regret it even more painfully.

After the battle, it was customary to collect corpses for incineration, and Marin thought of a man when the soldiers began to collect the dead.

"Ayles, are you there?" Marlin turned his head.

A crack suddenly cracked in the air beside him, and Ayers' head poked out, and he looked around.

Aha, the sweetness of the main plane, and it seems that there are no other legends here today, it's not easy.

"Do you want me to call a few people to accompany you?" Marin asked with a smile.

Please! I still want to live a few more years, what do you want me to do today, to collect the souls of Chaos?

Ailes begged for mercy on the spot, this guy is really a very qualified man.

"Okay, don't let it be." After comforting, Marin asked Ayers if he could handle the scene: "You big chin, can you collect the dead Chaos Souls on the battlefield." ”

Absolutely no problem, leave it to me, I will definitely be the most professional soul master you can find.

Ayres said that the souls of the Chaos Warriors are twisted one by one, not to mention that it is still Lord Nurgle, but there is a good saying, there is better than nothing, after saying that, Ayrs pulled a wave of souls, and after letting go of the human souls on the spot, he made a batch of gold coins on the spot, in his words, these gold coins are not good, the devil may not necessarily want them, only those hungry demons may have needs.

But as long as there is demand, it is easy to say, everyone takes what they need, and the transaction is happy.

It's okay, Marin told him that if he could get some ore back from the demons, it would be fine, and if the other party dared to repay the account afterwards, it would be fine, Marin would call Anonymous and Fearful to smash the field, and now Marin is a little weak, and he can also follow to participate in the grand event, and lay the foundation for his future smashing in the past.

Ayres said it was fine, and said that if he said he was working for Marin Gayat now, at least half of the demons would be very honest, and the other half would try to pretend to be honest - the previous one of Marin had now spread, and that a mortal legend had chopped down some of the hapless Chosen Champions with two artifacts, and that the matter was now spreading everywhere.

There's no way, the news channel for this kind of god-favored macho man will spread relatively quickly, after all, in this multiverse, the high-end combat power is not far away, and it is not close to it, and it may be met one day.

What's more, Marin also has the existence of the evil god version and the mechanical séance version on a different timeline, although these two seem to have nothing to do with Marin, but who dares to bet that it really doesn't matter, if there is a relationship...... Let's not mention the evil god version of Marin, just the mechanical séance is enough for you to eat and walk away.

Therefore, in order not to suddenly kick the iron plate, everyone is also very concerned about this kind of news.

And after hearing that Marin is so capable of fighting and being so favored, the demons with heads and faces don't have the heart to make small moves in front of Ayrs, for fear of being accidentally remembered by Marin, as for those singles, Ayers can't trade with these wastes, what kind of garbage can they have.

Besides, those wastes aren't enough for Ayres to kill, so in a seller's market, Ayres has been having a great time lately.

Marin left the matter to Ayrs to deal with, and then told him that Marin would let him come over and harvest the Chaos Souls if he had the chance.

Of course, Ayres was happy about this, and at the same time, he also told Marin very vaguely that he should have been called when he cut down the champion of Nurgle a few days ago - he still couldn't do anything about the abusive champion, Marin was his darling on the one hand, and on the other hand, if this person was unhappy one day and thought of what Ayres did to give him an axe, Ayres felt that his small body bones might not be able to catch it.

This is a life-threatening operation, and if you can't take it, you really have to be chopped up.

But Nurgle is different, his plague and messy things do work against the living, but Ayres is a very undead here, and he is cheap and not a bastard.

So Marin nodded, saying that he would definitely give him a chance to make a championship gold cake.

When Ayres was about to leave, he asked Marin a question: "Your Excellency, I see that you have always been on the front line of the fight against Chaos, I know that you are guarding this world, is it really necessary for you to work hard like this?" Is the world really so important to you? Know that you can leave here at any time, and for a legend as powerful as yours, countless worlds are willing to welcome you. ”

Marin was already about to leave with a few young people, and when he heard this, he turned to look at the new boss of the undead world and smiled, saying the most classic answer from a certain movie: "Nothing, everything." ”

Ayres was silent for a moment, then nodded as if exclaiming.

I understand your feelings.

He replied, opening his teleportation channel.

Marin nodded, watched him leave, and then got into the locomotive to leave.

His Excellency, the head of the regiment, stopped talking and made Marin turn his attention to him again: "Your Excellency, do you have any questions?" ”

"Who is that undead just now, I have to write a report here, and I can't write this friend of yours at all."

"It's okay, you just write his name Ayers, he and I are old friends, and the Lord of Justice knows his affairs."

"I see!" As soon as he heard that the Lord of Justice knew it, this one immediately did not hesitate - everyone knew that Marin was not wrong to be the darling of the Lord of Justice, but this Excellency would definitely not let Marin talk such nonsense.

Since he was his guarantor, the regimental commander had no worries, and Marin rushed to Copenhagen with the young man after making sure that there were no more Chaos troops in the nearby area.

………………

His Majesty Mannheim received news from the military that evening, and the front confirmed that Lord Marin had an acquaintance of the undead world, whose name or code name was Ayers, and that the undead had also been confirmed by the Church of Justice, and that the bishop was present when he communicated with the Lord of Justice, and heard the Lord of Justice say the name of Ayers in a tone of appreciation.

The whole sentence is - Ayers, I know, Marin's old friend of the kid, is a very interesting Bone Lich, already of the legendary rank, as long as you don't show hostility to him, it should be harmless, at least in this world.

With this sentence, the military had nothing to say, and according to the people present in other churches, it was confirmed that this lich had indeed searched for souls, but spared the souls of human soldiers, and then turned the souls of the Chaos into soul gold coins - this is a good thing.

So the military didn't think it was anything, but because His Majesty had the right to know, he wrote this matter into the report.

"Look, the White Bone Lich of the Undead Realm, Legend, is a friend of our Lord Marin, and I won't be surprised when he has a sadistic Chosen Champion as a friend." Mannheim laughed loudly at his courtiers.

"Your Excellency, you are really good at laughing, how could Your Excellency Marlin have such a friend." Everyone was laughing, and so was the old patriarch of the Hagelberry family.

"Yes, but in any case, tell the soldiers on the front line that if they see a lich who calls themselves Ayers, let him drain the souls of the Chaos, but remember to be careful if he will secretly take the souls of our soldiers behind the back of Lord Marin." Mannheim finally gave this order, which may be a bit ridiculous, but at this time, as long as the Chaos souls are taken away, they cannot be resurrected in the subspace, so as long as this white bone lich named Ayres can obey the rules, His Majesty Mannheim will not mind its appearance.

An enemy of an enemy should not be, if not a friend, at least an enemy.

The military representative immediately agreed to his Majesty's order, saying that the next time Ayres came over, he would try to communicate with him.

The Mage Tower and the representatives of the church said that they would observe Ayres's actions throughout the whole process, after all, this guy was submissive in front of Lord Marin, and if he carried Marin behind his back, he might do something bad, so he was still prepared, and if he really did something evil, then he would find Lord Marin and let him deal with this guy.

With the strength of Lord Marin (with four World Tree branches in his hands), it may be easy to take out even a legendary undead.