Fourteenth Quarter Slam

The Sadistic Gangs began to retreat. In this battle, the Sadistic Warbands lost more than 100 men, but did not cause any casualties to the enemy. From the very beginning, they were all one-sided beatings.

On the one hand, they lack the necessary preparations to attack the fortifications -- neither psychologically nor materially. They only plan to rush forward with brute force, crash through the gate or climb up from various positions and start a melee fight. However, they left the enemy enough time to strengthen their defenses.

Knowing that he was at a disadvantage, the wizard Asowen had made ample defensive preparations for the defensive battle from the beginning. In fact, at this time, a corresponding pit was dug into the wooden wall. It's just that the enemy didn't get in because they couldn't climb the wall, so they didn't work.

Seeing that he had suffered heavy losses, he retreated. Asowen immediately ordered the door to open the door in pursuit. After a battle like this just now, the numerical superiority has been reversed. Although there are still many Chaos warriors here in the Sadistic War Gang, after the battle just now, there are also many more wounded among them.

On top of that, at this moment, the morale of the Sadistic War Gang is already very low. Maybe a single attack will bring them to a breakdown, and they won't even need to attack.

It's not right or wrong, at least Asowen has the key fighter. If these abusive gangs are allowed to leave, the situation will definitely not be so simple in the next offensive. It was impossible for that Chaos Champion to be so lightly defeated again.

However, the Sadistic Gang did not collapse as expected. In fact, they retreated at first, but for some unknown reason, they stopped retreating and mustered up courage to fight. The Warriors of the Dreads formed a loose phalanx, ready to meet the enemy who rushed head-on.

Seeing that a fierce battle was inevitable, the tribal warriors led by Assowen quickly slowed down and formed a similar loose phalanx.

It must be said that although most of Assowen's men were not even marauders, they were better at fighting than the civilians of the south, and even the militia. It can be seen that the so-called "predator" is basically just a secular concept, and it does not mean that those who have not obtained this status are relatively weak in combat.

With Eshurufat's superhuman eyesight, he clearly saw a particularly striking figure among the sadistic warriors on the arrow tower. He seemed to be shouting and cursing, but wherever he went, order was restored. At the very least, the demoralized and timid soldiers were re-energized and waited in place to meet the enemy.

The wizard Asowen cast his last magic.

It wasn't an attacking magic, and in an instant, a purple light suddenly appeared, enveloping the phalanx of the Sadistic Gang. With the authority bestowed upon him by Slaanesh, the sadistic warriors in the light were entangled in the sudden arousal of lust. This is a noticeable effect, as all their energy and fighting impulses are replaced by other inexplicable desires. Someone rushed out regardless of the odds, and rushed with all his strength when the distance was very unfavorable, and pounced on the enemy who rushed towards him. Others lay on their stomachs, munching on the weeds on the side, driven by an unquenchable appetite. The other one is even worse.

A few scattered sporadic warriors were quickly killed. The disparity in numbers was too great, and the passion they had just had caused them to run too fast and consume too much body. The two phalanxes collided head-on.

Under the influence of magic, the sadomasochistic warriors are much more reflexive. It wasn't until the sword finally came to mind that the instinct for survival prevailed over the supernatural desires created by the magic. Although they began to resist, they moved much slower than each other. Their first line was almost hit before launching a counterattack.

However, this is also the last magic of Asowen. The wizard was no longer on the front line, he was standing at the back of the battle line, his face pale, his breathing short, his legs trembling violently. The three spells completely deprived him of all energy. Fortunately, thanks to the blessing of Slaanesh, all three spells succeeded. Otherwise, there is really no hope for this war.

The first wave of attacks killed at least thirty abusive Chaos Warriors. All were killed before they could fight back with weapons. Then, the battle quickly turned into a dogfight.

The corpses of the fighters were scattered on the ground, and the survivors fought back with the same despair and anger. It's almost like a frenzied pack of hungry wolves making the final hit. Both sides gasped, without any thought, only to kill. From stone to grass, blades and axes whizzed, piercing flesh through the cracks in the armor, sending blood to spray. At the feet, a pool of bright red blood is forming, and there are bodies lying in pools of blood everywhere, which is also the bloody climax of this killing feast, and the bloodthirsty madness stimulates both sides of the fierce battle to extricate themselves.

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"Whew...... Whoop......" He gasped for breath as he stopped.

His hammer was covered in blood and brains. In the battle just now, he killed at least ten enemies. As a champion samurai of abusiveness, he may not have enough military literacy, but his ability to fight on the battlefield is definitely first-class.

But even so, relying on the strength of one person, it is impossible to recover such a defeat. The last magic of the enemy wizard is just too insidious. Just before the final decisive battle, the followers of Slaanesh were given the opportunity to strike first. By the time the fighters reacted and launched a counterattack, they had already suffered a lot of losses. This determines the outcome of the battle.

The battle that followed was a simple war of bloodshed and attrition. In the end, after he realized that the battle was lost, he fought his way out of the enemy and rushed out.

A terrible champion warrior is not easy to deal with, so he rushes out directly, although almost all of his followers are killed, but he has no enemy in front of him. The weak Slaanesh did not dare to pursue, or rather, they only symbolically chased after it.

No one dares to chase after a fearful champion samurai - the so-called "trapped beast fight" is not a joke.

However, it was not much luck for him. He really lost this battle. Because of this defeat, the favor of the blood god will leave him - of course, the blood god will not punish him, because he has also offered enough blood to the blood god on the battlefield.

Damn!, he cursed softly. Like all utter losers, he didn't reflect on his recklessness, impulsiveness, underestimation, and lack of preparation, but at least he could vent his frustration by cursing his enemies.

It was deep in the forest, and he had run far enough. It must be noted that although he is not the target of the pursuit, he also has to run a little farther. Because if his subordinates were really cleaned up, then he would still be killed.

What's next?, he pondered the vague question, and then heard the sound of running water. This sound indicates that there is a small stream nearby.

He really needs water now. After the fierce fight and the flight, he was tired and thirsty. His armor was filled with heat.

He walked along to the sound of the water. It was not difficult at all to find the stream, he took off his helmet and used it to hold water for drinking. As he took his last sip of water, the sound of a dead branch breaking rang out beside him.

The Sadistic Champion turned his head sharply and saw a person. A strange man in a leather coat. He didn't need any evidence to know if he was friend or foe. His hand immediately picked up the hammer at hand.

Then he realized that the man was bare-handed—perhaps he had a knife at his waist. But that kind of thing can't be used as a weapon.

"Apodoxic Chaos Champion?" he heard the man spit out the word in a gentle tone. In the realm of chaos, no one can say God's name in such a tone—even if it is a hostile one, such as a follower of Slaanesh, it will be mentioned in a respectful tone.

He tightened his grip on his weapon. It seems simple, the other party is alone, bare-handed, and not even armor. And he was draped all over his body, and his weapon was in his hand. However, a certain instinct made him dare not act rashly, and from the other party's expressions and movements, he could feel a kind of intuition from the heart.

This guy ...... It's dangerous.

"I have a question for you. Strangers began to walk towards him. Although it was only a simple action, it made the sense of danger in his heart quickly surge. He let out a roar and tightened his grip on his weapon. Then he realized that he was actually afraid.

He, a champion samurai recognized by the Blood God, was actually afraid of this unarmed stranger. Moreover, this is not the result of rational thinking, but an almost instinctive intuition.

He roared and pounced, wielding his hammer. But in the next moment, the unarmed stranger had a two-handed giant sword in his hand. It wasn't an ordinary weapon, the sword was wrapped with energy that was clearly visible to the naked eye, and the blade let out a terrible roar as it swung it.

Swords and warhammers collided head-on. His slam was deflected by the opponent. It could be seen that the stranger still had room for him, because he did not take the opportunity to attack.

He took a half-step back. At this moment, he instinctively prayed to his god. And this time, unexpectedly, the Blood God answered his prayers.

Bloodthirsty passion suddenly ran through his body. The power of the god of blood fueled his violent nature, which made him go berserk. At this moment, he didn't care about his safety at all, but launched an attack regardless of it.

"Blood sacrifice blood god!" a furious cry resounded throughout the forest.

He leaped with his war hammer in both hands, and slammed into this strange and powerful foe. This blow pooled all his strength, plus his weight. Nothing could withstand the blow, and even a Chaos Egg would have to be knocked over.

In the last moment, he saw the stranger's expression: cautious, vigilant, but with a hint of regret.