Section 193: Siege

"Hmm...... Dead?"

On the magic disk floating in the air, the wizard lord of Tzeentch said in a voice that spoke to himself. On the surface, he was just a Chaos Wizard, but in reality he was far from that. Marven is a person who accepts the favor of God, or the favor of God - the gods of chaos, which is the pursuit of many believers in their lives. It was as if a radiant avenue was spreading out at his feet, and he didn't have to think about anything, just walk along the road.

Marven himself knew that if he could complete the task assigned by God this time, then he would receive a reward that no one could imagine. It may even be an opportunity to ascend to the devil – a precious gift that immortalizes mortals. The thought of such a beautiful future made him even tremble down his spine.

Of course, he was still a long way from this great ultimate reward. But thanks to Tzeentch's favor, he can now effortlessly summon rocks and earth to spit out twisted and deadly eruptions. As long as he wants, he can hover the flame wings of the Transfiguration Eagle over his head, letting everyone know his true identity, even the Bloodfang Lord will be the envy of him.

However, Tzeentch has never been a god who likes to show off. Marvin is not an idiot who is desperate for vanity (like the fools who worship Slaanesh), otherwise he would not have gotten to where he is today. What he wants to do is to quietly control everything behind his back, like a chess player, move the chess pieces to the right position to play.

The sadistic madmans saw this war as an ordinary invasion—a feast of killing, plundering, and looting, as all the boring attacks of the past. They didn't think about anything more than blood and murder. Slaanesh's gang of fools saw the war as a fun adventure, and they wanted to be thrilled by the good fights they had and, of course, the chance to play with their captives. Nurgle's disgusting men saw the war as an opportunity to glorify the Father of the Plague, but they simply wanted to use it to find an effective way to use it. Only Marven knew that the significance of this war was far greater than expected.

For the Chaos Gods, this is a whole new territory, like a wonderful pasture full of white lambs. The other three gods were distracted by other chores, and only Tzeentch noticed this. He walked away from the countless strife in the wasteland and turned his attention to this new pasture, to carve out a new realm untouched by other evil gods...... By the time the other gods came to their senses, Tzeentch's followers had an unbreakable advantage. This can even upset the balance between the four evil gods in an instant...... As long as Marven can operate all of this.

Cleverly borrowed the power of other evil gods, but the greatest fruit had to be plucked by Tzeentch. This is Tzeentch, or Marven's plan.

"Master?" Underneath the disk, Tzeentch's warriors sensed the Wizard Lord's movements.

"It's okay, let's keep walking. Marven used his mind to control the magic disk to lower the flight altitude so that he could blend in with the warriors on foot. It's good to fly high, with a great view and a condescending thrill of staring at everything, but it also means you'll be the first target of the lurkers. The battlefield is approaching, and God knows what kind of trouble there will be. Bullets, crossbows, and magic will be aimed at the Tzeentch wizard who loves to show off too much.

The sound of gunfire can already be heard ahead. Fear that the madmen are still attacking the city...... In Marven's opinion, it would be foolish to attack castles protected by solid stone walls head-on, but sadistic lunatics like to do such stupid things.

A scout hurried over. "Your Excellency Marven," he said the wrong thing, it was inappropriate to use "Your Excellency" to address a wizard lord, the correct way to do this was to address "master" or "lord". Only those Chaos Lords of the same level can call each other Your Excellency. But Marven nodded and gently let go of the little mistake. Right now, he has to keep a low profile, a low profile, a low profile, and not give anyone a chance to see through his true purpose.

If this mission fails—Marvin can't imagine what kind of anger Tzeentch will have.

"Lord Bloodfang orders you to immediately lead your troops into the sequence of siege troops. The scout said.

Marven nodded again. His troops were small in number, more of an embellishment than a unit. At least on the surface. The Bloodfang Lord doesn't look down on his troops. What they really need is magical support...... Before joining the battlefield, Marven already knew that the siege battle was very hard. Cannons and muskets and the like are fine, and the magic aspect is actually suppressed by these weak southerners.

Although it is said that the Sadist is extremely discriminatory against mages, believing that mages are too weak, this does not prevent the Bloodfang Lord from seeking Marven's help. After all, this time the commander of the Chaos Alliance—the ostensible commander—is the Bloodfang Lord. It is only natural for a general to give orders to his subordinates.

"Go," he ordered one of his subordinates. "Get all the wizards on our side! I'll be waiting for them on the other side of the battlefield! Remember, it's all of them!"

The subordinates received the order, and Marven continued to move forward with his subordinates. A little later, they came to the edge of the battlefield, that is, beyond the range of the artillery. The battle was at this point in a brief gap, and a new wave of offensive was brewing, but there were still remnants of the previous one at the edge of the walls. A group of Nurgle's warriors stormed the walls, but now they were besieged by the enemy due to a lack of backup. If it weren't for the pestilence and corruption of Nurgle, they would have been wiped out long ago. Of course, this result has only been slightly delayed.

With the situation on the battlefield, the remains of corpses, and various traces of battle. Marvin quickly got a reason why the castle hadn't fallen yet. The first is that the castle itself is indeed very strong, and the second is that the cooperation of the besieging side is really poor. After all, this is a mixed army of believers in the four evil gods, many of whom still hate each other, believing that the other is a rival for power and a stumbling block in the favor of the gods, and is better suited to die and rot than to be partners. Even if they had temporarily united at this moment in order to attack the kingdom of the Southerners, and had agreed to put aside their feud for the time being, their cooperation would have been too disorderly.

On the city walls, the isolated warriors of Nurgle ushered in the end of the worst days. Bullets rained down on them one by one. Although Nurgle's blessing gave them superhuman tenacity, the bullet eventually overcame the life force with numbers. Several armor-wrapped bodies were slammed to the ground by the impact of the bullets.

Nurgle's body burst open, and a green liquid splattered like a small green flower. This kind of scene always makes Marvin feel pleasing to the eye.

After a short while, Marven's men gathered around him. There were nine wizards in total—each standing on a magic disk—and twelve apprentices. Unlike the southerners, who studied and examined, among Tzeentch's followers, it was easy to learn, select, and promote magicians. It was all chosen by Tzeentch himself. The person who gets the magic disk must be a qualified Chaos wizard, and the person who can wear the mage robe must be a potential magic apprentice. There will never be any problems such as overfilling or leaking exam questions.

Marven's gaze swept over his subordinates, all of whom stood with their heads bowed, surrendering to his power and power. Maybe they have the ambition to kill Marven and replace him, but unless Marven himself loses his divine favor, they will never do it.

At this point, a herald brought orders from the Bloodfang Lord. Marven is required to attack with magic first, and then when he launches an offensive, use magic to cover the main force of the attack.

"I'm sorry, but I'm still working hard to mobilize troops and magicians in the rear. Marven told the herald with a pleasant face. "Now we only have such a small amount of combat power, we can't accomplish both tasks at the same time. Either we attack with magic first, or we use magic cover when we attack...... Only one of the two missions can be completed. ”

If the Blood Fang Leader is to blame, he blames himself for why he can't hold his breath and launch an attack so early. It is clear that this attack was more than half a year ahead of the original schedule, and Marven said that he was not well prepared and that his troops had not yet been assembled, which was completely justified.

As for why he was so slow to gather troops...... Hey, he came according to the plan, what's the use of coming early? It has nothing to do with Marven that the madmans who are afraid of abuse have completed the assembly so early.

After a short while, a new order from the Bloodfang Lord arrived, and Marven and his wizard troops were to provide magical cover for the attacking troops while suppressing the enemy's magical counterattack.

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The cannons at the head of the city began to roar. The terrible cannonballs carried the force of the flesh and blood that could not resist the force of the flesh and blood, and bounced through the crowd, causing terrible damage. Even the heavy armor of chaos is like paper paste in front of cannonballs. A cannonball blasted through the attacking crowd, killing at least twenty Chaos Warriors.

But in the face of this wave of attacks, the shells again looked insignificant. The blood that had been plowed through the crowd was immediately replenished by the flow of people from behind, and it seemed that the entire attack queue was not damaged in the slightest.

The attacking force quickly approached the city walls. At this moment, two siege towers and a dozen ladders were already leaning against the city walls. The defenders of the southerners tried their best to destroy the siege machines, but they were all blessed with magic and could not be destroyed in a hurry. At this moment, the siege tower was poured with oil, and it looked like it was blazing, but it was the oil itself that was burned, and the siege tower was undamaged.

The forces of chaos are approaching. A neat burst of gunfire rang out at the head of the city, and thick smoke rose along the walls. But it seems that nothing can stop the onslaught of Chaos. The apophobic warriors took the lead, approaching the walls and began to climb up the ladders and siege towers. Unlike the previous attack, this time the mages in the city seemed to be dumb, and not a single spell was released in the whole process. Only those who are truly proficient in magic can feel the entanglement and chaos in the winds of magic - the mages on both sides of the war are trying their best to counter each other's magic, and as a result, not a single spell can be properly unleashed.

If someone is on Marven's side, they will definitely find a strange thing. Because all the Tzeentch wizards seemed to be relaxed, and Marven didn't even show any signs of magic, but was smiling and watching the battle at the head of the city in the distance. Sadistic madmen have rushed to the top of the city along the burning siege towers. With highly sharpened vision, Marven saw the details of the battle.

Swords and arrows flew, life was harvested in an instant, and endless blood gushed out to reflect the smiles of the gods. The city, especially the place where the siege tower stood, had once again been filled with death. The war song of steel intertwined with the wails of the dying. Even Marven, who doesn't particularly like blood, can't help but smile.

The sadistic berserkers have shown their worth in such battles. They were not afraid to meet the siege. With demonic smiles on their faces, the berserkers unleashed their onslaught in a way that didn't mind their own safety, and some of the defenders were even bitten to death by the madmen. Eventually, the resistance of the cityhead was crushed, and more and more Chaos warriors rushed to the city......

"Don't let me down......," Marven, the messenger of Tzeentch and the wizard lord Marven, whispered to himself with a malicious smile in the safety of the city.