He had been a guest at the Ring Castle many times before, so that Rhodes knew the inside of the Ring Castle very well, and he rushed to the basement with a familiar car. According to Diego, the portal is hidden in the deepest part of the castle. It's just that after passing through the hall of the lords, Rhodes didn't know where to go. As it happens, at this moment, Diego sprang out of the corner with blood on his hands, the blood of the followers of Slaanesh.

"Quick!"

The witch hunter shouted, but Rod didn't even think about it, and followed directly. The moment he opened the door to the dungeon, Rhodes couldn't believe his eyes.

Everything here is no longer bloody, all kinds of strange artifacts are laid on the ground or hung on the walls, armor made of bones, masks made of human skin, necklaces made of teeth, and most outrageously a human harp held in the hands of the followers of Slaanesh! An unbearable stench emanates from the entire dungeon hall.

The moment Rhodes led his troops to break open the door of the dungeon, there were not many Chaos believers left, and all the warriors rushed out to support the Kurgans in the battle, and all that remained were some witches and priests, trying to maintain the stability of the portal.

In the middle of the dungeon is a dark altar. It is surrounded by countless grooves and circuits that seem to have been carved by artificiality, and there is crimson blood flowing inside. You don't have to guess to know that it was the blood of the sacrificed. Summoning demons or Chaos legions always requires sacrifices.

And the portal, just above the Dark Altar, was so obvious that it was like a black hole hanging in the air, pitch black and deep, as if all the light around it had been absorbed into it, and there was not a trace of activity in it. If it is a pool of stagnant water, a stone thrown into it can still cause ripples, however, the portal is so deep and dark that it is estimated that something will disappear without a trace.

However, Rhodes didn't care what was in it, he didn't know about spells, as a warrior, a pure master, he didn't care what spells these chaos believers used, he only cared if this portal could be destroyed. Although a voice deep down inside kept telling him, go in and see, go in and see what's inside...... But Rod held back, uncontrolled by the voice.

"Kill them all!"

He roared, and the Norsca Marauders and Kislev soldiers behind him rushed in and slaughtered the Slaanesh inside.

That's what Diego wants to see, and as a witch hunter, there's never been a more reckless moment of revenge. He drew his sword, pistol in one hand, and slaughtered the believers.

In the smoke of gunpowder, one by one the bewitching followers of Slaanesh were killed. With the fall of the priests and banshees, the stability of the portal was greatly disrupted. It began to crumble, like a net that had been stretched out and gradually closed due to insufficient tension, showing the appearance of a thousand holes.

The surrounding blood began to boil, forming a dark red curtain of blood. As the last of the Slaanesh cultians was slain, the blood boiled at the foot of the altar, leaving only the dried blood and mashed visceral entrails in the grooves......

"Where's Alves?"

After the massacre, Rhodes remembered that the people he was trying to save from this attack had not yet been saved.

"Follow me. ”

The witch hunter put away his pistol and hurried. Rhodes left some people in their place, ready to burn the place, using the witch hunter's method - to purify the evil with flames.

Others followed Rhodes deeper underground, where the condemned prisoners were held – the second basement cell.

The gate was locked, and the witch hunter smashed the lock with his pistol before kicking the iron door open. The damp second basement floor is full of stagnant water, mosquitoes breed, and a foul smell comes from the depths of the dungeon.

Rhodes was so anxious that he couldn't imagine how Alves had spent all these days in such a dark and harsh environment, and even worried about whether he was still alive. For dozens of days, they have lived on leftovers and filthy stagnant water, and even the strongest people can hardly support it.

There were only three cells in the second-floor dungeon, and the other two cells were not locked up, or related, but the people had long since died, turned into a pile of white bones. Sissy

"Alves!"

Rushing to the innermost cell, Rhodes shouted the name of his old friend.

However, there was no response, and there was no sound in the dark room, until Rod rushed out of the cage and saw a man lying on the cold stone floor. His hair was disheveled, he was wearing a thin sleeveless linen tunic with no pants or shoes, and he lay dying on the ground.

With the sound of the revolver, the lock was broken, and Rod kicked in the door, turning the little dwarf over, his face was pale and he could barely move. He had not been cut or shaved for two months, his beard was covered in his jaws and cheeks, and he bore marks of rat bites in many parts of his body. A thick fishy smell was emanating from Alves.

"Rhodes ......"

The little dwarf said in a faint voice.

At this moment, Rod was just glad that he arrived in time, otherwise, with this state, if it lasted for a few more days, it was estimated that Alves would not be able to hold on.

"Lift him up, let's get out of here!"

Rhodes ordered.

......

When I walked out of the castle, the battle outside was pretty much the same. Almost all the Kurgans were killed, and the once shattered town was once again devastated. The flints thrown by the catapults destroyed the last intact buildings. Wolf smoke everywhere, corpses everywhere.

It's just that judging by the reports of the fighters, among the hundred corpses, Dean's body was not found.

Only then did Rhodes remember seeing the altar in the dungeon, the blood...... I wonder if this young lord of the Iron Ring Castle who played with fire and set himself on fire might be used as a sacrifice by the chaos believers around him in the end.

"It's over......"

Caroline walked over, next to Rhodes from behind, and whispered. Like Rod, her face was disgraced and covered in the blood of her enemies.

"What an accident, two years ago, we came here, and the Ring Fort was still a scene of peace and prosperity. Just two years later, it's what it looks like now......"

Looking at the burned ruins of the Iron Ring Fort, Rhodes sighed deeply.

The breeze ruffled his hair, like an old man with vicissitudes.

"The world is impermanent, even a big city like Errengrad has been slaughtered, what can't happen...... We were only born in the most turbulent of times......"

Caroline squinted her eyes and whispered back.

In the distance, the troops were cleaning up the battlefield, the wounded were being carried into carriages, and the sky was like blood......