"The believers of the true gods of the Northlands are truly noble beings, for they are not as hypocritical and filthy as the false gods of the Southlands. I know you will speak of your deceitful chivalry, but where is your false chivalry when you besiege me like mad jackals?

Analyre's roar echoed like thunder, his golden eyes erupted with a terrifying gleam, and his sharp teeth rang out.

"Because this is a war, this is a war of swords and swords, and you have used the girl's life as a shield twice, and the first time you used your Chaos Army's own Maiden Maiden. Who is more despicable?"

Hyde was equally furious, and he did not hesitate to dismiss Analyre. The young divine servant stared at Analyre's golden eyes, and the two forces of will collided violently in the air.

Since this is war, all means of war are naturally reasonable. I have turned the forsaken useless into a valuable sword and shield, the wisdom of the divine Most Beautiful! In the hands of the foolish and hypocritical Lordari and Tigal, the girl is only a useless pet, but in the hands of my Analaire, the useless pet will be turned into a sword to kill the unbelievers. If Lesya can't die for her foolish master, Tigger, let her die as my shield, and her death will allow her to be glorified by the Most Beautiful God, is there anything wrong with that?"

Analyre narrowed his eyes in reply, retracting the large scimitar that had rested on Frey's neck, and then pointed at the bloodied blonde god in front of him, his voice suddenly tinged with mockery.

"You unbelievers are also under the command of ignorant soldiers, who have also become the shields and swords of your unbeliever nobles, and they are dead like poor flies and dust! What right do ridiculous unbelievers have to accuse the followers of the Most High God for their glory? Is it because the foolish Tigger had a beautiful dancing girl with big breasts and no brains? The foolish Tigger believed in the so-called chivalry, but his pathetic and pitiful fate was well known. So I don't care about all this, and it is my best joy to make the unbelievers as desperate and miserable as possible. ”

Speaking of "despair and pain", Analyre swung the scimitar in his left hand with a lightning bolt, a grim smile rising to the corner of his mouth. Almost instantly, Frey let out a groan of pain as a new stream of blood dripped down her slender calf. The chaotic gold scimitar had just stabbed the girl in the calf, cutting a two-inch-long opening.

"You bastard! Are you going to torture a girl in such a despicable way!"

Hyde was almost mad at Analyre's torture of Frey, unspeakable storms and volcanoes swirling and pounding in his fiery heart. In an instant, he took three steps forward, but immediately froze, as Analyre's scimitar rested on Frey's throat again, and his tormented laughter sliced Hyde's heart like a file.

"Don't move and talk nonsense, foolish believer of false gods, do you want your lovely little lover to be cut in half?do you have this special hobby, do you need me to wrap her fresh head in silk and fragrant wood and give it to you as a gift?"

Analaire looked at Hyde's pained and frantic face and suddenly laughed contemptuously. His eyes burned with joy, and the desperation of his enemies was like a special wine to the Chosen One.

"What are you going to do? You damn bastard!"

Hyde squeezed out angry voices in his teeth, his clenched fist clenched with a terrible click, but couldn't take a step forward. Frey's life and death lay on the blade of the Slaanesh Chosen One, and the terrible weight of the rocks and mountains weighed down on his young heart.

"I'm going to tell you something, because I don't mind that my genius with Lyga is known by some dying people. I will also make your soul suffer enough, for the pain and despair of my enemies is my best joy. Now, stab yourself in the chest with your weapon, or I'll cut off this girl's neck and hang her lovely head on my beautiful flag, do you hear?"

Analaire pressed the scimitar of his ivory-handled scimitar tightly, and a few drops of blood flowed down Frey's throat again, but the beautiful girl cried out with what strength she had left, her tears rolling in her beautiful dark eyes.

"Your Highness Hyde...... Leave me alone! Ignore him...... I'm dead, it's nothing!"

Frey's voice was thin and trembling, but there was strength in it. She was so badly wounded by Analael that she could barely move her entire body, but there was a determination like rock and steel in her eyes! Her eyes looked at Hyde's face, and in that moment, a thousand words almost passed through everything, and were deeply imprinted into Hyde's heart!

"My dear Frey, how could I leave you behind?"

Hyde suddenly smiled softly, and his face suddenly became very calm, as calm as a lake on a winter night. This calmness surprised the Chaos Chosen One, and his mocking smile suddenly froze subconsciously.

"What are you doing, Your Highness!"

Old Loren, who had come from the other direction, roared violently, but it was too late, for Hyde had already made a move, an action that shocked Old Loren.

"I have no pain, for there is no pain in shedding blood for a loved one, can you understand this?

Hyde's voice was as calm as his expression, but the affection in it stirred up waves like a waterfall. Without hesitation or change, he stabbed his dagger through the hole in the breastplate into his broad chest. Boiling hot blood gushed out like a fountain, casting red marks on the icy snowfield.

This moment of sight made the chaotic Chosen One, Analaire, suddenly froze, he didn't seem to expect Hyde to do this. But the consternation was fleeting, and Analaire soon burst out laughing feverishly. His glittering scimitar swirled through the air with laughter, the breath of death flowing between the cyan blades.

"Very well, you did a good job, but don't stab too deeply, because I'm going to have to skin you alive!

Analyre's voice echoed in Hyde's ears. The young god's eyes burned with fire, blood staining his armor-covered hand, but he didn't answer, just stood silently, staring at the enemy a few paces away with an indescribable contempt, like a granite statue. The brilliance of the majestic Mirmidia Seal enveloped his body, casting a special color on the steel and blood.

"Are you stunned, stupid believer of false gods, now I'm going to give you the next blow! Don't be delusional about resisting, because your rebellion means the death of your lover!"

Analaire stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, his eyes like an eerie poisonous spider, the venomous light piercing Hyde's heart.

"Number two, go and take off one of the eyes of this false god believer and bring it back to me!"

"Hmm...... Yes!"

With the strange voice of the Slaanesh Lord, a figure as high as four meters stood between the smoke and the corpse. He walked slowly with heavy steps, the stench of burning and the strange sound echoing around his massive frame.

"This mutated creation...... Aren't you dead yet?"

Hyde cursed silently in his heart, because a familiar figure was walking towards him. Because the tall giant was none other than Analyre's second Servant of Chaos! Under the thunderous arrow of Nafischer, the troll's entire arm was shattered, and the closed helmet was torn apart, and even half of the ribs were exposed, and the red flesh and Sensen's white bones looked amazingly terrifying.

But despite all the severe injuries, the muscular monster was not dead, its vitality as tenacious as that of a Chaos Troll. The wound was covered with red bubbles, the signs of its steely flesh recovering from it. His eyes under his cracked helmet shone with an indescribable light, a light of killing and vengeance, daunting.

"Hmm!"

Strangely enough, as the servant walked up to Analyre's side, it suddenly and slowly stopped, kneeling down on one knee to face the mighty Chosen of Chaos. Confused, urgent snoring poured out of his cracked helmet, with an incomprehensible meaning.