Section 131 Monsters

A whirlwind blew across the plains, raising a cloud of smoke and dust filled with blood foam.

The battle on both flanks has begun. Ashruphat separates the followers of the three gods and lists them as left, center, and right. He himself commanded the central Nurgle Plague warriors.

When the battle was in full swing, Ashrufat's army looked superior. Because they not only significantly outnumbered the enemy, but also had an advantage in formation. Because of the containment of the light cavalry, the two wings of the Bloodfang Lord became unorganized.

But in fact, when it came to fighting, things were not as simple as thought. The right wing, which Ashrufat had thought to have a huge advantage, was a legion of Tzeentch's followers, who were in trouble from the start. They had planned to use the Behemoths to break through enemy lines, then use magical support to kill and injure the enemy, and finally let the infantry come forward to fight. However, due to the failure of magic, the behemoths that were temporarily captured by the wizards and intended to be thrown into the battlefield were all out of control. Needless to say, magic supports something. None of the original plans could be executed. In the end, it turned into a frontal charge of the two armies without any tricks.

The Tzeentch warriors, who were the vanguards, fell on the battlefield one after another. Those in their rear tried to move forward, trying to use their numerical superiority to overwhelm the enemy, but to no avail. For in spite of the promises of the Lord of Trickery, their enemies are stronger than they are. Because the warriors of the apophobia are not so much demoralized as they fall into bloodthirsty madness. Some of them rushed to the entire group of enemies alone, wielding their swords single-handedly, rushing to the enemy's dense areas. They have demonic smiles on their faces, and their axes and warhammers possess extraordinary slashing powers. Each apocalist warrior who breaks into an enemy camp alone can kill multiple enemies before being hacked to death or stabbed to death.

Relying on this kind of fierce attack regardless of a single qiē, the dreador warriors quickly changed the disadvantage in formation. The formation of the Tzeentch believers was also torn apart and disrupted. The two sides were caught in a scuffle.

But in this kind of battle, as long as the Tzeentch warrior is alone, he will definitely be chopped into meat sauce by the enemy. Even if they gather together, it will not change the fate of their bones being chopped up and punctured. Although the followers of the Lord of Deceit try to move forward, they want to outflank Guò to relieve the positive pressure. But a single qiē is useless. Their numerical superiority is meaningless, and blood flows like rivers in vain.

Eventually, someone began to lose the pressure and ran backwards. The escape of one person quickly spread into the collapse of a group of people, and although many more were still holding on, a node of the entire front was torn apart.

On the other side, however, the battle is not going to the detriment of the abusive fighters. On this side of Ashruphat are the followers of the Prince of Pleasure. These two evil gods, the Prince of Joy and the God of Blood, are known to everyone to be enemies. It is well known that killing the followers of the Prince of Joy is the most pleasing killing of the Blood God, and conversely, killing the sadistic believers will also greatly favor Slaanesh. While the followers of the Blood God have high morale, the followers of the Prince of Joy also have a wealth of experience in fighting their enemies. When the sadistic believers rushed over in spite of the chaos and shattered the enemy's formation, their operation failed. Although they rushed into enemy lines, exchanging their own lives for enemy casualties, they were unable to prevent the enemy's chaotic forces from quickly retreating and regrouping. Through the dexterous change of formation, the troops of the Prince of Joy quickly eliminated the pressure of the enemy and stabilized the battle line. At the same time, the lightly armed troops among them began to circle the enemy's flanks and use guò-like harassment tactics to pin down the enemy. Although they did not cause any losses, they also greatly divided the pressure on the frontal battlefield.

The followers of the Prince of Joy quickly took advantage of their strength. Realizing that the abusive fighters could not break through their front, they began to lengthen their fronts. Although the abusive believers were brave, their military inferiority caused them to quickly stretch the battle line to a dangerous point.

However, compared to the two wings, the plague warriors are under the greatest and heaviest pressure on the frontal battlefield. The Warriors of Chaos are worthy of the strongest warriors of Chaos, wielding swords and axes that are as unstoppable as the rocks rolling down the mountain. The Bloodfang Lord charges at the front. This demon prince is surrounded by super fighters of the three armies, and they all pounce on the enemy in extreme excitement like a war maniac. Like the tip of an awl, they pierced into the enemy's battle formation.

Although the morale of Nurgle's plague warriors was similarly high, the plague warriors were beaten back in the face of the ecstatic horrified warriors who had been completely slaughtered. Their offense turned into defense, and for a while, they looked like they were going to be defeated.

But by this time, they had retreated into the previous battlefield - the area where the Steel Bull Riders had been annihilated. Here, the corpses of the slain plague warriors still struggle to emit miasma and stench. Their blood spilled all over the ground, so the dirt was mixed with the poison caused by Nurgle's divine power. These things had no effect on the Negro cultists, but they caused a lot of confusion for the abusive warriors. The corpses of some of the plague warriors even burst apart under the trampling of both sides, scattering countless toxin-laden fragments in all directions.

In the face of such an unexpected blow, the offensive of terror and abuse quickly weakened. The battle lines of the two sides stabilized and reached a stalemate. Although the plague warriors had an absolute advantage in numbers, in the face of sadomasochistic warriors like mad tigers, Ashrufat still gave up the plan to outflank the enemy in a roundabout way, and only wanted to use the thickest formation to slowly exhaust and drag down the enemy.

It's a battle of ferocity and tenacity. The Sadistic Warriors attacked feverishly, while the Plague Warriors resisted desperately. Every step forward and every step back on both sides has paid the price of rivers of blood.

Spears are shaking, flags are flying, and the air is shaken by the shouts of human throats.

When the right flank of Aeshurufat was only one step away from defeat, it was reinforced by reserves. Sag's terrorist warriors—not from the Blood Keep, but from the Ashrufat camp—were replenished in time to withstand the onslaught of the Blood Fang Lord's men. It is so normal for sadistic believers to meet each other on the battlefield, so there is no psychological burden on both sides of the war.

Because they are both fighters of the horophobia, there is not much difference between the two sides in any aspect. The battle then became a stalemate, and the Tzeentch warriors were regrouped and returned to the battlefield. At the same time, the heavy cavalry, which had been completely defeated by the Steel Bull Knights, also gathered again and provided support here, so that the victory once again left the side of the Blood Fang Lord.

Throughout the battlefield, there are no signs of victory or defeat now. Shields struck shields, men slashed and slashed, sturdy Chaos armor was torn apart by hammers, tomahawks, and broadswords, and countless humans fell to the battlefield like splitting trees. The terrible slaughter was like a storm, blowing out the sparks of life one by one.

In the center of this terrible chaos, the generals of both armies were on the front line. They are worthy of the honor of the Heroes of Chaos, and wherever there is shaking, chaos, and rout, they will be there. Then, with his superhuman strength and courage, he quickly stabilized the front and restored morale. Maybe it was fate, maybe it was arranged by the gods, for a long time, the two generals who were on the front line did not have a chance to face each other.

Time passes by the minute. No matter how brave the soldiers of the two armies were and how they fought, the entire battlefield was still a stalemate. You can say you have an advantage, but you can't say that victory is not far off. Only the blood and the victims kept increasing.

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"Gather your army and don't give in!" Ashrufat slashed the last of the terrorists who rushed up with his sword, shouting at a mid-ranking officer. In the battle just now, the officer's men were killed and wounded more than half and nearly collapsed. If it weren't for the timely arrival of Ashrufat, as a general, and the first to destroy the intruding enemy, perhaps things would have been out of control. Right now, Ashrufat is doing the work of these firefighters. It's all he can do as a general.

Now he is covered in blood all over his body. He couldn't remember how long he had fought, or how long he could hold out. But he knew very well that there were only a dozen or so guards left with him, and all of them were wounded.

He now understood Nurgle's warning. If, as he did at the beginning, he had broken up the believers of different gods, perhaps he had already failed completely.

After all, who would have thought that a sadistic believer who was completely unskilled in magic would use such a trick? If it were in the South, Ashrufat might be able to be alert - after all, the Demon Breaker Scrolls in the South could be bought and sold, but there was no such commodity economy in the chaos. He once thought he had thought about it, but in the end he proved that human intelligence has its limits.

Moreover, the combat effectiveness of the Legion of Abuse is far higher than expected. The two-fold superiority in forces is only equal.

Behind him, the collapsed plague warriors had regrouped. After seeing their generals destroy their enemies, they have regained their fighting spirit and can once again go into battle.

"Attack!" the officer shouted. In order to prove himself in front of the general, he did not stand still, but led his subordinates to take the initiative to launch an offensive forward.

Then Ashruphat saw a red figure striding towards him.

The smoke and dust of the battlefield obscured part of the figure, but it was easy to see that the figure did not look like a human at all, as it was closer to a giant's stature. On top of his large, muscular body was draped in brass armor. This armor is strange - because it has so much bareness. It's not so much an armor as a vest, and a short vest. Because it doesn't even cover the abdomen.

Soon, the figure approached. It was now visible as a muscular and wild behemoth, with a canine-like face, blood-stained mane, and large sharp horns. Even more notable is the creature's back with a pair of wings (albeit now stowed away). The monster was covered with so many heads that it was impossible to make out the number for a moment, and the monster's human-like hands held a huge axe. This is no ordinary weapon, but more akin to the instruments of execution forged for the execution of those who defected.

From afar, the cold light on the axe could be seen - although it had drunk countless blood, it still had razor-sharp edges.

The monster came at the band of Nurgle warriors.

What followed was a one-sided massacre. The monster shouted the name of the Blood God, the great axe in its hand soared above its head like lightning, and struck a full blow to the target in front of it, and the Plague Warrior Captain at the front of the group—a Chosen Warrior—split his armor and body in an instant, and the second blow completely reduced him to shredded flesh on the ground.

The other warriors unleashed onslaught at the monsters, but the monsters seemed to completely ignore the attacks. Although the axe and hammer kept falling on him, an unknown force protected the monster from any damage.