"Now, it's time to switch and let this filthy reptile play its only value!"

The short prayer was soon over, and Lordali got back to her feet with a smile on her face. With the flick of her slender fingers, a rune heraldic that swirled like a wheel of light slowly rose and landed on the body of the dying dragon body Chosen One, and immediately erupted into an indescribable arc of colored light, like the most brilliant fireworks in the night sky.

"You...... What are you going to do! What is this?"

Suddenly, Analael howled in horror as he saw his body shrinking, inch by inch, with the terrible sound of bones cracking. The colorful rune crest was like a whirlpool of magic, drawing and pulling the body of the Dragon-Body Chosen Inward, like the abyss of the sea devouring the foam of the waves.

"Poor reptile, I'm doing what you've done to many people yourself, it's as simple as that. ”

The beautiful purple-haired girl licked her moist lips lightly, and her eyes became like a cat playing with mice. At this moment, the bright sunlight shone on her soft and white shoulders, on her plump and bare breasts, casting brilliant light and shadow on her seductive body like a goddess of beauty, and the golden collar and green jade bracelet danced with magical ripples.

"You lewd bitch! You damned bitch! You blasphemous bitch! Ahh......hh

Analaire writhed and cursed wildly, but to no avail, the rings of magic and purple flames continued to grind against his body. From his wings to his shoulders, from the tips of his claws to his arms, a little cracking, a little shattering, a terrible pain that made his lips flip, his teeth twisted, and a terrible howl swirled throughout the square.

"What kind of pain is this...... Is this the end of the blasphemer?"

The black-haired beast witch De Saraine involuntarily tightened the reins of the Coldhorn Beast and tightened her fur cloak covered with colorful bones and fangs. Analyre's terrible howl almost pierced her heart, causing her to feel a sudden chill, as if swept away by the worst ice storm of a winter night.

In fact, it wasn't because of De Saline's sentimentality or sympathy for Analaire, but because she understood the tenacity of a Chaos Champion Chosen One. They don't waver when they are impaled and their arms are severed, they don't make a sound even from the mouths of trolls, and the spirit and nerves of the Chaos Champion Chosen are like steel, and few can make them moan in pain.

But now the howl is terrible, like the scream from the bottom of hell. The powerful Chosen One, Analaire, who defeated the Chaos Champion Morse, and the power of the Chaos Dragon, became like the most despicable coward under that pain. Even the thought of this pain chilled De Therine, and there was a terror thorn beneath Lordali's beautiful countenance.

The flames and whirlpools moved unexpectedly slowly, and Analyre's howls continued with the flames, and the terrifying wails reverberated through the entire formation, turning the Chaos Warriors into silent icicles. All doubts and vacillations crumble at this moment, and the terrible end of Analel shook everyone's hearts.

"Alright, it's over!"

After about an hour, the purple flame was finally extinguished, and Analyre's body was completely destroyed, leaving only three eerie glittering gems, each about the size of an egg, echoing across the smooth surface. In addition to this, there was a large scimitar that shone with a blazing glow, and the charred handle also had a curled dragon pattern on it. These four things were all the relics of Analyre, and the terrifying Chosen One had the terrible results of his self-defeating challenge. And the beautiful girl laughed at this time, and her voice was sweet.

"Take it, my faithful Morsere!"

With a flick of Rostalis' hand, a gem was immediately lifted up by the invisible wind, and landed like a light feather on the wound of the badly wounded knight, burrowing into it as if it were alive.

"Thank you, my gracious host," said Morseree......, who at once curtsied excitedly, and the feeling of ecstasy seized his heart for a moment. But only a second later, his handsome face suddenly twisted, his voice stopped abruptly, and one arm shook terribly, as if he were about to die.

"Am I going to die? I'm going to die? No!

The white-armored knight's heart struggled frantically, but he didn't make a sound. The gem had just penetrated deep into his body with terrible pain, and he felt like he was about to be torn apart. Immediately after, a fierce flame burned up on his body, causing indescribable pain to every inch of his skin, but in any case, he bit his lip with his teeth, unwilling to let out a little moan. He had already had a disgrace, and he would rather die than suffer another disgrace.

"By the way, as I said, while loyalty is rewarded, the punishment of the enemy is also indispensable!

The purple-haired girl tilted her head slightly, looked at Morse, who was trembling silently in the purple flames, and laughed happily, like a child who had made a prank. The gold collar and the jade pendant jumped on her white skin, making a rattling sound. She looked so sweet and innocent, but there was a horror in that laughter.

"Stupid Morsere...... Isn't he going to end up being burned to ashes?"

De Salin furrowed her brows slightly, Lordali's inscrutable personality had caused her heart to stir. In any case, as much as she hated Morseree, deep down she didn't want to see such an outcome. Because she had one thing in common with him, that is, her devotion and loyalty to Lostari, and because of this commonality, her sympathy suddenly fluctuated.

"Although he is stupid, he is a loyal man after all...... He shouldn't have died like this, should I intercede for him?"

The scantily clad beast-type witch gradually fell into a trance, but her instincts were faster than her thoughts. Before she knew it, she had jumped off the shoulders of her Coldhorn Beast's ten-foot-tall mount, trying to squeeze her way out of the massive formation. However, the Kugan witch's delusions were soon shattered, as Lordali knew more about Morsere's loyalty than she did.

"I see, my fair lady! Morse will always remember your teachings!"

With a voice of surprise, Morseri stood up refreshed, and although the armor was still tattered, all blood and wounds were gone, and there was no trace of incineration. A scaly arm stretched out perfectly from his shoulder, fluctuations of power swirling on the powerful palm. The pain just now lasted only a few dozen seconds, and the harvest of that pain was the healing of his wounds and the rebirth of his arm. At this moment, many Chaos Warriors were surprised to feel the aura of the demon dragon, which was the same aura as Analaire at the beginning.

"Clever Morse, I have given you the power of the reptilian --- or the relic of the Chaos Dragon, except for the devouring demon worm. Do you understand why?"

Lorstari put her slender finger to her lips and smiled as she explained the reason for all this to Morseree. At this moment, the purple-haired girl blinked her eyes slyly, with an indescribable charm.

"I understand what Your Excellency Miss means! The devouring demon worm is by no means favored by the Supreme God of Beauty, and the warriors of the Supreme God of Beauty will not need that kind of despicable maggot!"

The Chosen Champion, who had regained his arm, stood like a sculpture and replied to the purple-haired young commander with a solemn military salute. The light of confidence flashed in his eyes again, with strength and momentum.

"That's right, my clever Morseree! In fact--- that lowly reptile may have gotten some cursed relic, so I purified it with the flame of the Most High God, and only purified the power of the Chaos Dragon and gave it to you. This is the reward for your loyalty, and it is also a preparation for the decisive battle that is to come. ”

After a moment's pause, Rosali clapped her hands happily and smiled at Morsley. But soon, as if she remembered something, she gently brushed her silky hair, and turned to face the silent formation.

"By the way, my warriors, what do you think of the end of the Oathbreaker?

The purple-haired girl gently pulled out the brilliant Nine Snakes Sword at her waist, pressed the gorgeous blade against her plump and naked breasts, and looked at the endless crowd and asked her questions.

"May the Most High God of Beauty send the traitors to hell forever, and may the flame of the God of Beauty burn the souls of traitors forever!"

After a brief silence, the huge military array suddenly responded like thunder, and the majestic Grand Commander stood in front of them, his voice having the force to shock the army.

"Very good, but these are just small things, because the decisive battle is approaching, and the army of false god believers is claiming to be 200,000 people, and their army formation is only a few tens of leagues away from us. Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, we will reap our fruits, do you have the courage?

Her voice was soft, but she threw a fierce murderous aura across the wide square, like a snake of chaos that engulfed everything. The splendid seal of the god saris swirled behind her stunning carcass, casting a curtain of glitter over her alluring curves. At some point, the seduce witches with their golden horns and white hooves, and their beautiful naked-naked bodies, had silently come to their master's side, and at the same time neatly raised their halberds to form a steel ring, with an indescribable majesty.

"Yes, we have!"

The endless array of troops roared like a raging wind, thousands of swords slammed out like a glorious sword forest, and Lordali's overriding power shook everyone's hearts, and the warriors of chaos understood their place. The hesitation dissipated, the suspicion was shattered, and the incomparable battle spirit enveloped the entire military formation.

"All right, my warriors! The last hour is coming, we will pay tribute to our supreme god of beauty with the heads of thousands of false god warriors, and we will let the supreme Salis see the victory of her warrior glory!"

With this firm and sweet voice, the thin sword of the Nine Snakes left her soft skin, and a golden rainbow was drawn in the glow of the setting sun, and the magic artifact and the white carcass formed an incomparably brilliant picture. At this moment, the divine envoy of Slaanesh descended on the earth is so beautiful, like the bright moon in the chaotic sky. Thousands of voices responded by chanting "Salis" at the same time, feeling that they had seen the incarnation of the god of chaos beauty in the human world.

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