The beam bombarded the surface of the continent, and Aaron, Trist, and Nestiana landed smoothly.

Tzeentch's fire chariot disintegrated in the air, the nine-headed flying shark exhausted all its strength and annihilated into flying ashes, and after the three of them landed smoothly, Trist and Nestia looked at Aaron with worry, and Cui Heizi drew his double knives: "Are you okay?" Aaron Salian? ”

"It's fine, it's just a little more magic." Aaron's face looked calm, but the children of chaos were not so calm.

Made in Heaven had overdrawn his Tzeent's divine spark, and in a short period of time, Aaron would no longer be able to transform into the Demon Lord of All Changes.

The other forces did not affect it, and Aaron still retained most of his combat power.

The roars of the Chaos Demons echoed across the ground of the continent, and when Aaron raised his eyes, he saw someone coming.

The emblem of the dark sun has replaced the emblem of chaos and shrouded the continent, and groups of Chaos demons have sprung up from the ruined buildings, and without exception, their eyes have turned into completely black pupils like the incarnation of Ciric.

The first group of approaching enemies is a group of dreadful vulters, these crimson demons with slender heads and armed with the sword of hell are deadly warriors, and the ancient tribes who believe in the fear of torture are attracted to these bloodthirsty

When these emissaries of the Blood God roar incessantly on the battlefield, even the bravest and most determined warriors are fearful.

The second group of approaching enemies is a group of strange forsakens, these poor people are undoubtedly the objects of the Lord of Change, Tzeentch deceived his foolish followers with false promises and vile lies, squeezed too much knowledge into their brains, and bestowed distortions on their bodies, these monsters that mutated from their heads to feet to the point that they could not be seen in human form finally failed to withstand Tzeentch's "blessing" and became these strange monsters.

The third group is approaching some happy little cuties, born from the internal organs of the great impurity of Nurgle, and these pus-ridden and diseased parts are constantly giving birth to more and more little demons, they are the lovely Nurgle spirits, these little cuties have inherited the nature of a loving father and an optimistic family, and seem to have a deep passion for all things in the world.

The Nurgle spirits clapped their hands around a shrine of Nurgle war, clapping their hands and playing games under the rotting trees.

"Nurgle fruit on the Nurgle tree ~ You and I under the Nurgle tree, play games in front of the Nurgle tree, there is a lot of joy ~"

Hoofs sounded, war roars roared, and a group of cavalry approached quickly, and the Slaaneshwalkers from under the Dark Prince's seat were in ecstasy and slaughtered with the Slaanesh beasts that had merged into one.

Slaanesh walkers are all from mortals, and when a mortal's heart is overshadowed by despair and boredom and does not feel any zest for life, Slaanesh will always trade generously with them, giving them the greatest stimulus to rekindle hope in life.

However, everything comes at a price, and when the deal is completed, the Slaevil Walkers are born, and as a price for rebirth, they must ride the Slaanesh Beast and never come down again, and go on one wild hunt after another, constantly offering their victories, souls, and fresh experiences to the Prince of Darkness in exchange for greater thrills, or ...... Perish.

Four teams of demons, four origins, the only thing they have in common is that their eyes have turned into completely black pupils, which means that they have been controlled by Darksun Hirek.

"There are more than four hundred enemies, and there are only three of us, what should we do? Aaron? Nestia pulled out her sword dagger, and the dark elf sister licked her lips bloodthirstily, the power of the sword song emerging in the magical tattoos under her skin, sometimes like a wolf, sometimes like a tiger.

"What to do? Give me some advice, Trist. Aaron raised his weapon and asked rhetorically at the Drow Ranger.

"It's very simple, let's kill more than a hundred demons by ourselves." Trist said coolly, "Don't you have confidence in yourself? The Flower Knight of the Fairy Princess? ”

"Very well, I think so too." Aaron laughed, and for a moment, his eyes were vaguely returned to the phantom of the Netwar War, where, before the Golden Throne, Ra-Endymion, the Emperor's Praetorian Tribune, was battling the Chaos Demons to the death.

"Let's get started!"

"Let's see which of us arrives at the gate of the temple first, there is a reward for winning, and a punishment for losing!"

An encounter has ensued!

Aaron ignores the Sadistic Vultarians, as that is Trist's target, and motions for Nestia to deal with Tzeentch's Forsaken.

He himself was the one in charge, heading straight for the shrine of Nurgle!

Keeper of the Secret, transform!

With a sword and a staff, Aaron blew up the charge of the Slaaneshwalkers the moment he landed, and he easily pulled the sword of the dark moon out of the long moon blade and swept through the air, and the head of the Slaanesh walker ascended to the sky.

Aaron, the Keeper of Secrets in the air, directly turned his body into a distorted silver light and shadow, and a distorted blade of light could be seen in the air scraping along the bodies of the Slaevil Walkers.

The slaanesh walkers in a row lost their heads without even touching a single hair of Aaron!

Aaron the Keeper of the Secret fought his way through the Slaaneshwalkers, and he swirled in the air repeatedly, the sword of the Dark Moon shining brightly, and following his whirlwind, six moon blades flew through the ranks of the Slaanesh Walkers towards the Nurgle War Altar.

"Huh? Woo wow ahh

"Nurgle Nurgle~"

The Nurgle Spirits desperately defended the altar, and they did not hesitate to use their bodies to fend off the flying moonblades.

But it was only temporary, and the swirling moonlight soon cleaved a path among the Slaaneshwalkers.

With a sword in one hand and a staff in the other, Aaron also entered the rage at this time, he had become an unstoppable force, and as he used his power to summon the fire of the Tzeentch to engulf his enemies, and unleashed the long whip of Slaanesh to sweep away the shattered bodies of the Slaanesh Walkers, Aaron finally killed in front of the Nurgle Shrine.

The Nurgle spirits spewed a yellow-green poisonous mist at Aaron, and the distorted rays of disease struck Aaron's body, leaving a wound mark on his arm.

Aaron didn't react.

He stood up straight, Tzeentch Frisbee beckoned, landed in front of him, the edge teeth spun at an accelerated turn, and the Frisbee flipped and aimed the bottom at Aaron's fingers.

The frisbee unfolds, and the eye of Tzeentch in the center blooms with the light of the arcane!

Tzeentch Power - Magic Amp!

Three-Ring Mutation Magic - Fireball Magic!

A burst of crimson light slammed into Tzeentch's Frisbee from the back, piercing the Tzeentch Eye and splitting the crimson light in three.

Rumble!

Boom Boom!

The Nurgle Shrine of War exploded, creaking every stone around it.

The participating Slatherer walkers fled, and Aaron then used the Chaos Missile to kill the remaining Nurgle spirits one by one, before turning his attention to Trist and Nestia.

Relying on the divine might of the Master's Scepter and the power of the Sword Song, Nestia drove the Tzeentch Forsaken to their demise.

And Trist, the drow ranger, was directly in the queue of the sadistic vamplets, brutally slashed out the river of blood with ice death and flashes, his voice directly suppressed the screams of the vamplets, like the embodiment of a god of death, unstoppably slashing and killing all the way, without encountering a single demon who could resist him!

This guy is even more demonic than a demon!

Drow Ranger made his way to the temple door, and when he stuck a vamplet through his chest on the temple door, and another scimitar picked up the flesh and fist and hung it on the tip of the knife to declare his victory, Aaron arrived.

"Who won?" Trist drops the vamplet's head down the steps.

"Let's settle it as a tie." Aaron dropped a string of Slaevil Walker's heads, and he laughed, "Good guys, Ranger." ”

"I don't have enough strength, and the only thing that awaits me is a dead end." Trist flipped the blade and looked up proudly, "We'll have a chance to compete again, right?" ”

"Of course."

At the end of the staircase soaked in demonic blood, a gate stood, and all the demon guards were chopped to shreds—Trist fought his way through the blood.

The gate was tall enough for a Goliath giant to pass through, and wide enough for a team of vending to pass through.

The gate is carved out of mahogany, the panels depict the evolution and struggle between the physical gods and the subspace creatures, and the stripes are decorated with brass.

The runes and chains on both sides of the door had been destroyed, as if an ancient god had been unleashed, and bursts of extremely uncomfortable energy emanated from the crack in the door, and Trist quickly stepped forward to try the handle, but the doorknob could not be turned, and the other side of it was bolted.

"How do I open it?" Trist naturally asked Aaron.

"I'm a warlock, Ranger, you ask me about opening the door?" Aaron made a joke, he waited for Nestia to come over, and then he signaled: "Be careful, on the other side of the door, there are enemies, many, many enemies!" ”

"All here? Will we not be able to retreat? Nestia licked her lips contentedly, she was satisfied with the battle she had just had.

Tzeentch's outcasts have an appetite for Nestia - chop one to become two, chop two to make four!

Cutting enemies into thin pieces is one of the life hobbies of the dark elf sister.

"Ready!"

Aaron stretched out his finger and pressed it into the mural on the door, and following his finger, a silver light lit up from the surface of the text and flowed down the door three times.

As soon as the door opened, a greatsword burst through the air, and Trist and Nestia immediately dodged open, the greatsword covered in sharp jagged teeth and burning with foul yellow flames.

"Roar~Roar~~~"

A demon prince strode out of the temple, he was five meters tall, with a demon's face, a pair of bat wings, a large tail, purple throughout, and a huge axe full of pustules and rust swept through.

Trist narrowly dodged the great axe, Drow Ranger screamed in anger and plunged the ice death into the Demon Prince's arm, and Nestiana's sword song played, and a tiger phantom tooth pierced the Demon Prince's shoulder.

Demon blood splattered, and when the air was filled with the smell of demonic blood, the demon prince took a deep breath and spewed out a five-meter-long chaotic flame from his mouth to take the opportunity to fight back.

But at this time, Aaron had already freed his hand, and he looked at the familiar flame, and without hesitation, he unleashed his magic on the demon prince.

Four-Ring Magic - Tzeentch's Stealing Spell!

The flames lost control and in turn consumed its master, and the Demon Prince was shrouded in the flames it had spitted out, and it kept retreating, and both the serrated greatsword and the pus-filled greataxe fell to the ground, scratching at its body with its claws.

"Mommy, dog! Brothers! ”

"Pasha, dog, money."

"Mother."

Surprisingly, what came out of the Demon Prince's mouth was actually a string of lingua franca?!

Moreover, so weak!

Aaron's first reaction was that something wasn't right.

The Demon Prince is the end of the Chaos Cultist's ascending to the gods, and the ascension is the highest level of reward for mortals, through the ascension ceremony, mortals will complete their transformation from mortals to immortal subspace creatures, so for Chaos Believers, if anyone can successfully ascend to demons, it symbolizes that they have obtained everything.

Although it is impossible to verify whether the Demon Prince after the ascension is an evolution of the previous mortals, or a new chaotic creature that has nothing to do with the past, it is impossible for the Demon Prince to be so weak in any sense!

Knocked down by your own Chaos Flames?

What are you kidding, if the Demon Prince is so weak, how can there be so many people who want to ascend to the Demon!

Trist went up and took the scimitar upside down, intending to deliver the final blow to the demon prince.

"Aaron, Bouiller, Birac." The Demon Prince was still saying this in his broken lingua franca, and he scratched his burned face with his claws in agony: "Mother, Port Carlin, Mother! ”

"Wait! Trist! ”

The moment the scimitar fell, Aaron suddenly remembered something, and his Dark Moon Sword flicked a moon blade, ricocheting Trist's scimitar away.

The Flower Knight of Bouiller hurried to the Demon Prince's side, and beneath the Demon Prince's burned skin, he could vaguely see the outline of a human face.

"Annomin?"

"It's you!"

…………

Inside the Central Temple of Chaos, the main hall, the place of the portal.

The avatar of Darksun Shirek stood in front of the portal, and beside him, the Chaos Demons fell to their knees, surrendering to the Supreme Throne of Darksun.

Tzeentch Demon Sassolel - Eternal Watch is the first Chaos Demon to surrender to Ciric, under the brainwashing effect of the Cirikra Sutra, Sassolil now believes that Sirek is a certain face of the Lord of Change, naturally, it and its Eternal Watch army have bowed to the dark sun.

The Dread Demon is the second Chaos Demon to surrender to Ciric, the Dread is not the highest level of the Great Demon under the Dread Sadistic Seat, even in the order of the eight skull ranks, the Dinox can only be ranked in the fourth or fifth order, it once served as the adjutant of the first Great Demon Kabanha under the Dread Sadistic Seat, and hunted a large number of heads with a giant axe and brass whip.

Cirek easily convinces the Terror to work for him—there are countless skulls and blood in the realm for him to hunt.

The killing priesthood of the Lord of Slaughter, Baal, is still in the hands of Ciric, and all the priesthoods of the three gods of death belong to the dark sun at this time, and the submission of the Great Demon of Fear and Abuse has become inevitable.

The more troublesome are Nurgle and Slaanesh, and Ciric does not have a corresponding priesthood, so his control over these two Chaos Demons is much weaker.

The Black Sun is burning beneath the seat of Sirek's incarnation, and the malevolent figure of the Prince of Lies, like a void, wears three crowns on his head, symbolizing the priesthood of Bane, the god of tyranny, Mirkor, the lord of skulls, and Baal, the lord of slaughter.

"This is my fate!" Looking at the portal that was about to open, Ciric spread his arms and looked at the scenery on the other side of the portal in fascination: "The only true god of the kingdom, the master who has opened a new era, Ciric, Oxpie!" ”

The Prince of Lies was so complacent that he couldn't even hear what anyone else was saying.

and all the nations will submit to me.

Paradise Mountain? Mechanical realm? The bottomless abyss? The Garden of Joseph? Sea of Chaos?

Or the Pantheon, AO's Polestar Tent?

With this book, who can refuse to surrender to the supreme Shirek?

It doesn't exist at all!

Of course, surrender is surrender, and death is still death!

Whoever doesn't believe in me Cirek doesn't deserve to live, and as for whether those who believe in me Cirek can live or not, it depends on how I feel.

"The Supreme Lord of the Dark Sun." Tzeentch Archdemon Sassorel Eternal Watch repeated to him, "Aaron Salian and the others have broken into the temple from the southeast. ”

"Good." With a grim grin, Ciric moved forward, arms outstretched, as if to welcome and praise the demons who were still pouring into the chamber.

Before he could control the billions of demons in the Chaos Demon Realm, Ciric found himself one last step away.

Seize the divinity of the four gods from Aaron Salian and become the true Lord of Chaos!

Midnight, you bitch hiding behind the web, you're finished!

Updated, ask for a ticket duck~

(End of chapter)