Both Marshall and Loren Sr. jumped off their horses and hurried to Hyde, Marshall held Hyde's body, and Loren Sr. hugged Hyde's head. The white-haired old knight's face was almost twisted with anger and surprise. He took out two jewel pendants with lightning and smashed them with one palm, and suddenly a brilliant light enveloped Hyde's wound, and his hand probed Hyde's cheek, probed Hyde's chest, and felt the young man's breathing and heartbeat.

"Followers of false gods, you have provoked me at last! Your gods have died, and your time of death has come! This is the punishment that I will inflict on you! Let you now have the honor of seeing the true power of me, the warrior of the Salis!

A familiar voice echoed in the night sky with a murderous aura, purple smoke and magic circles dispersed, and the tall black shadow revealed its true form. This dark shadow was none other than Tigal, the Slaanesh Chosen Knight who had just been defeated by Hyde, and he slowly walked towards the knights, his voice as always. But the appearance is completely different from the original.

The handsome face of the green-haired knight was twisted, half of it still in human shape, and the other side was occupied by scales and three or four twisted horns, squeezing his left eye to the side, and the magic eye gem on his forehead was mostly burrowed into the skin, like a flashing third eye. His body was almost half enlarged, and the twisted flesh horns on his shoulders broke free from his armor and stabbed into the sky, the sunken purple breastplate surrounded by massive muscles that seemed to be beating with life. His arm had been broken by Hyde and had been reduced to a giant scorpion claw with a purple carapace full of sharp teeth, from which the spear that had just knocked Hyde off his horse had been shot.

The shape of his other arm remained unchanged, but it had also grown several times larger in size and length, still holding the purple round shield, on which the eerie seal of Salis shone with purple and red light. Two mantis-like, three-fold carapace-like blades stretched out from the back of the Slaanesh Chosen One, more than seven feet long, and their sharp hooks curved like the blades of death. His legs had nearly doubled in height, hooves with purple manes protruding from his shin guards, and sharp bone spurs on his knees had turned them like hedgehogs.

This proud Chosen One is no longer a handsome knight, his body has become a terrifying half-human half-demon nearly three meters tall, but half of his handsome face has not been destroyed, and his long green hair is still fluttering in the wind among the many sharp horn scales, this beauty and ugliness are blended together to become the most stark contrast, giving people an extremely strange and amazing feeling. Purple serpents of light swirled around him, black smoke rising from beneath his feet like a trumpet of hell sounding around him.

But the most shocking thing was what was right in his waist and in the middle of his chest—rows of heads, fresh heads, bloody, and still shaking! The six heads around the waist were the heads of his subordinate Kugan warriors, shrunken and shriveled by the serpentine tentacles and sharp teeth, as if they had been sucked out of all life with fear and surprise of disbelief, and the head in the middle of the chest was even more shocking---- it was the head of the beautiful Chaos Dancer Lesya!

But unlike the pained and frightened heads of the Kugan warriors, the beautiful young girl Maihime with two blue ponytails looked more like she was asleep, more like a beautiful statue poking out of the chest of the Chaos Chosen One. The golden serpent coiled over her bare shoulders and merged with her golden spiked collar, her plump white chest was tightly strangled by carapace and sharp teeth, and her body below the chest disappeared into the broad chest of the Chaos Chosen One, as if swallowed by the body of the Chosen One, her head was lowered, her fluttering cyan double ponytail hung down, her curved bangs covered her eyes, and there was a satisfied smile on the corner of her mouth, but it made people feel indescribably weird.

"O ugly creature of Slaanesh, thou hast used thy men as a blood sacrifice so that thou hast not only healed thy wounds, but also revealed the ugly archetype of Slaanesh's creature – right?

Old Loren took a few steps forward, picked up his blood-colored greatsword, and stared at the transformed Chosen One with a cold gaze. His eyes were like a cold glacier advancing, and his heavy voice was mixed with sadness.

"Whitebeard's old thing, you're an old guy who has seen the world!"

The voice of the Chosen One of Slaanesh trembled and hated, and seemed to be very excited. After a pause, the troll-transformed knight of the Chosen One glanced at the white-haired old man and continued to answer as if he had confessed.

"Yes, because of my foolish acts of contempt for the enemy, I was defeated by the young believers of the false gods. This is my disgrace, I have failed the great God of Supreme Beauty, which compels me to temporarily give up my knightly dignity and return to the responsibility of the sword of the Chaos Warrior at a heavy price, after all, I cannot live up to the divine grace of the Supreme God of Beauty, I must eradicate the gods of the false gods, even if it costs greatly! I can only sacrifice the head of the god to the altar with your head, in order to alleviate my shameful fault of dereliction of duty!"

As he uttered the word "price," the green-haired Chosen One raised his voice abruptly, and the corners of his mouth twitched violently, as if with remorse, and his giant pincers swung downward, pouring out his anger.

"So you despicable loser devoured thy men, devoured thy maids, covered thy failures with thy cruelty and vanity, and dishonored the glory of knights with thy cowardly sneak attack, yes?

Old Loren swung his greatsword and pointed at the Slaarous Chosen One, his voice and gaze as cold as glaciers and blizzards, and the mighty old knight exuded an astonishing aura that stood like a granite statue in front of the half-man, half-demon.

"But your ugly chaos will never succeed again, for here I stand. Your sneak attack did not hit my dear Hyde, he will not die, this is the glory of the Valky God Mirmidia!And you will die, because it is the wrath of Kane, the Lord of Slaughter! I will use this angry sword of blood to remove your despicable head, which will be the end and the price of your sin!"

The white-haired and red-armored old warrior raised his huge six-foot blood sword, and the blood-colored brilliance shot out from the giant sword, with the fluctuating wind of magic and endless killing intent, rolling his white hair and white beard together, and his voice was like the roar of an ancient fierce beast, reverberating heavily in this cold night of late autumn.

"O god of blood of war and slaughter! O glorious Lord of Slaughter! Tiny Loren Pranco has forgotten you for thirty years, but I will call upon your endless wrath anew! May your blade of blood cut off your enemies, may the flame of your blood slay your opponents! May your divine might and your blade of God turn into an unstoppable hurricane, and I will sacrifice you with the blood and flesh of the Chosen One!"

Old Loren's voice was filled with incomparable anger, the huge blood-colored greatsword gradually deformed in his hand, the blade stretched out with curved fangs and blades, and a bloodshot strange eye gradually emerged from the sword, blinking with cold killing intent and bloodthirsty terrifying desire. Four staggered daggers of light gradually rose from the back of the majestic old man, and a huge blood-toothed skeleton was located in the middle of them, they rotated and jumped, forming a brilliant blood-colored coat of arms, reflecting the white-haired and red-armored old knight's body red, like a huge beast born from blood!

"It's ...... This is actually the seal of the god that killed the god Kane! Saint Sigma is on it! Grandpa Loren, is Grandpa Loren actually Kane's divine favorant?"

Marshall, who was using a magic gem to stop Hyde's bleeding, was also stunned by this scene, and he knew that although Kane, the god of killing, was a war warrior god worshiped by both the High Elves and the Dark Elves, it was a forbidden belief in the Empire. Most of his human followers are killers and assassins, and they are rarely able to get the favor of the gods, when did the Grand Knight of Midland actually become a follower of Kane? As far as he knew, the old Loren who was born on the border between Tyrir and the Empire should have been a believer of the Valkyrie Mirmidia, and when did he still have such a secret hidden behind his burly body?

Old Loren's power and secrets really shocked the heart of the red-haired young man who had grown up in the monastery castle, and he was a little overwhelmed, and the medical gem in his hand almost fell.

"Marshall! You go back to the military station hospital now! Find Ms. Greenhill and bring her here! My magic gem has released a high-level medical magic array, and Hyde's life will be fine within an hour! As long as you invite Ms. Greenhill before this, Hyde will definitely be saved! There are no enemies at the back door of the military station, remember to leave quickly, no need to delay!"

A thunderous voice immediately interrupted his confusion and brought the young cheetah knight back to his senses. It was the voice of old Loren, who gave the order to the red-haired young man with great urgency and undoubtedness. The majestic old man stood with his back to Hyde, like a majestic mountain covering the newborn green pines.

"Understood, my dear Grandpa Loren, I'll get Ms. Greenhill here as soon as possible!

Marshall stood up, he bowed deeply to old Loren, waved the remaining five horsemen to guard Hyde, and then mounted his horse and ran towards the station, he ran as fast as the blue wind.

"You can't go!"

With the flash of the giant pincer, three more purple cold rays rushed towards Marshall's back, like purple lightning. It was the green-haired Chosen One who attacked, and the purple spear was the product of his demonized mutated body.

"He can go!"

Old Loren's vigorous movements were faster than his voice, and he swung his greatsword into a blood-colored light wheel, instantly slashing off all three purple demonized short spears, like an eagle skimming over a flock of crows.

"I know that Slaanesh's mutated creations have the despicable ability to fire hidden weapons, but your despicable hidden weapons can't escape my god-killing sword. My god-killing sword is about to cut off your head, and turn your slaar-sladen darling into blood at the feet of the god-killer! This will be my first sacrifice to Kane in thirty years! May he not forget me!"

The white-haired, red-armoured old knight gripped the greatsword in both hands, and stretched its zigzag blade diagonally towards the green-haired Slaanesh God. Blood-colored smoke and light rippled and jumped on the six-foot blade, like the soul of a bloodthirsty beast summoning, and four blood-colored daggers of light swirled behind him, like a wheel of death of fire and blood. This mighty old knight is like a sword turned into a god-killing sword, and it confronts the majesty of the ugly creature of slacker!

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