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With this roar, the morale of the other side, which was obviously low, seemed to be reinvigorated.

"Interesting......" the Demon Prince whispered to himself. Immediately, he ordered his subordinates to speed up.

At this time, in the opposite position. Ashrufat was on the front line of the battlefield. The terrorist Bull Knight with a spear in hand, harnessing the furious beast, rushed straight at him. Now the two sides have entered the final distance. Leng Sensen's spear and steel ox steel-clad iron-clad body are intimidating.

The Ashruphat snatched a spear from his retinue and threw it as a throwing spear. The spear stabbed the steel bull's bare leg, piercing the knee of the beast's left leg with unimaginable kinetic energy. The huge beast was so badly struck by this that it fell to its knees in the next moment. Due to the tremendous inertia of the charge, it rolled entirely on the ground. In addition to flattening the knight on his back, it also turned into a huge obstacle, tripping several of his kind behind him in a row.

Ashrufat took the second spear and threw it again. This time it stabbed in the mouth of a steel cow that was running and roaring. The spear pierced through the beast's mouth, and the tip of the spear dug deep into the civil war, leaving only a small half of the shaft exposed.

Such damage is beyond the reach of the beast. The beast's whole body shook violently, and suddenly it jumped up and threw the knight on its back directly. In the midst of extreme pain, the steel cow aroused the beast's own bestiality, violently attacking its own kind, knocking over several unsuspecting steel cows in a row.

If this was not a clash of thousands of troops, but only a battle of hundreds of people, perhaps these two blows of Ashrufat could play a decisive role, or at least greatly improve the battle situation. Unfortunately, in a war of this magnitude, one person can play a limited role. All he can influence is a small range of battles.

The steel oxen rushed into the infantry battle formation. In the face of their sheer weight, heavy armor, and the speed of their charge, the human body is as fragile as papier-mâché. The knight on the back of the steel ox no longer even needs to stab with the spear in his hand, but only needs to drive his mount to knock the vulnerable infantry in front of him into the air. If these knocked-out guys can't get up in time (which is a difficult thing to do in a dense battle formation), they are doomed to be trampled to death.

The Bull Knights rushed into the ranks of the infantry like sharp knives piercing butter. They faced the frontline of enemies before they could resist or dodge before they could be knocked into the air, knocked down, and trampled by. It was a one-sided massacre, and few armies could maintain the will to fight in such a situation. If this is an army of the Central Seven Nations, no matter which country it is, no matter what kind of encouragement and encouragement it receives, it is doomed to collapse. The battle that follows will turn into a hunt for the dead.

But Ashruphat was in the center and was the most numerous Nurgle warriors in his army. Here is the workhorse of his entire legion. At this time, all the people who entered the battle were Chaos warriors wearing Chaos armor. All of them have proven their abilities on the battlefield and are heartily serving the Father of the Plague. These Chaos Warriors aren't particularly great at speed, agility, and strength (by the standards of Chaos, of course), but they possess a world-famous and formidable ability - and that's their life force.

Don't look at the warrior of the Father of the Plague, whose appearance is covered with abscesses (Yan zhòng's skin melts at the slightest touch), and his body is swollen from various diseases, and he seems to be dying. But in reality, they have a much stronger vitality than anyone could have imagined. The warriors of Nurgle were outwardly afflicted by disease, but in reality they were not harmed by any plague. Due to Nurgle's generous gifts, many attacks were ineffective against these warriors, and even more terrifying was that they were able to enjoy the trauma and mutations on their bodies. The Chosen Warriors of Nagle, in particular, are not only able to endure enough damage and pain to knock down others, but when they are finally killed, their bodies shatter and crack, and spread unimaginable diseases to those who kill them.

Charging into the enemy line, the Steel Bull Knight, who enjoys the pleasure of ravaging the enemy, quickly senses this.

The Nurgle warriors were cut, trampled, and slain, but they were not defeated. Eshuruphat did not waste these ten days of preparation, and every warrior of Nurgle already knew that today was the battle of the Fathers, and their god, the Great Father of Darkness, was watching the appearance of his children above the sky.

On one side of the battlefield, suddenly, a Chosen Warrior of Nurgle, shouting the name of the Father of the Plague, rushed at a steel ox from the front, and with great courage, he actually pounced on the neck of the steel ox head-on. The spikes in the steel bull's armor pierced the plague warrior's body, and putrid blood flowed from the wound, staining the entire head of the steel bull red.

Then for a short time, even before the beast finally shook the body off its head, it let out a terrible howl. But this is not a howl of bloodlust and passion, but a howl of pain. The blessings from the Father of Plague turned into curses, flowing into its body from every pore, every piece of skin, and even its eyes and mouth.

The beast was completely out of control, and instead of even attacking and trampling the fragile infantry, it took aim at its own kind. The knight on his back did his best to control his mount, but the consequence of this effort was that the frenzied steel bull threw him off his back. Then, he quickly disappeared in the torrent of rebellion.

The battle continues, and all the Nurgle warriors see how their general, Chaos Lord Aerufat, is galloping across the battlefield. Although Ashrufat did not ride a horse, he displayed his agility and agility beyond humans, and slaughtered one by one the steel bull knights along with their mounts on the battlefield. Each time, he jumped on the back of the steel ox, and with his strange pace and astonishing speed, he swooped down on the rider in an instant, and killed the unprepared knight with his two-handed sword. Immediately after doing so, he would aim his sharp two-handed sword at the gap in the steel ox's armor, and plunge it into the heart or neck of the behemoth. Ashrufat killed more than a dozen Steel Bull Knights in a row, which greatly encouraged his subordinates' will to fight.

Inspired by the outstanding achievements of the Lord General, and blessed by the Father of the Plague, the Nurgle warriors gradually stabilized the battle. Now, the advantage of the Nurgle warriors' ability to endure great pain began to come into play. Even some of the warriors who had been trampled by the steel oxen and whose armor had been deformed got back on their feet and brandished their weapons into battle.

The speed of the steel ox charge was exhausted in the first round of onslaught, and now they seemed to be rushing into the mire, paying a huge price for every step forward. In some of the more minor positions, they even fell into siege on all sides. While the Bull Riders still have the upper hand and can trample and ravage their enemies, their casualties are also rising rapidly. The dead plague warriors inflicted the evil curse of the Plague Father on their enemies - the foul blood and corpses of the fallen began to affect the sense of smell of the steel bulls, penetrating their skin through their armor, making the beasts increasingly uncontrollable.

On the front line of the battlefield, Ashrufat's body was completely covered in blood. In this battle, he has lost the ability to command the whole army. It's a collision of ruining sexuality, a duel of fury and rage. The only thing that Eshurufat was glad for was that he had placed himself on the front line. If it weren't for the Lord's leader, he himself couldn't be sure if he would have been able to stop this terrifying attack just now.

Now, the melody of the slaughter is interwoven with the colors of flesh and blood, intertwined into a stage called "Battlefield". Ashrufat stood in the center of the stage. This time, he is no longer the director who choreographed a qiē, but the most dazzling actor on the stage.

Once again, Ashrufat drew his sword from the steel ox. Just now, he stabbed his sword into the handle, piercing the beast's heart. The steel ox under his feet was full of ferocity and wildness just now, but after receiving a fatal blow to the heart, it trembled all over and slowly fell.

Ashrufat stood on top of the beast's carcass and looked around, trying to understand the entire battlefield. He saw the incredible courage of his subordinates. Although the plague warriors are really unpleasant in appearance, they are proving their strength with their actions.

With an almost incredible spirit of sacrifice, the plague warriors of Nurgle resisted the charge of the Bull Knight without breaking down. Moreover, they are absorbing the enemy's kinetic energy bit by bit, turning the battle from a charge into a protracted war of attrition.

Moreover, although the formation of the Plague Warriors was torn apart and squeezed, it was impossible for anyone to defeat them with a single charge from the Steel Bull Knight. Not only that, but after the Steel Bull Riders were unable to move on, the Plague Warriors' numerical superiority began to be gradually brought into play. Every fall of a steel ox is accompanied by at least five enemies. However, the disparity in numbers between the two sides made this exchange even more advantageous to the Plague Warriors.

However, this was only a blitzkrieg of the enemy's elite forces. In the rear, the main phalanx of the Sadist is rapidly approaching. Although they have not yet entered the battle, the noise on the battlefield and the smell of blood have already aroused the bloodthirsty desire in the hearts of the abusive warriors. If it weren't for the deep fear of their commanders, perhaps they would have stopped paying attention to the formation and rushed straight to the enemy line regardless of the situation.

In this case, the phalanx of the Plague Warriors had to strangle the Steel Bull Knight who was deep inside like nails on the one hand, and on the other hand, they had to face the main enemy force full of bloodthirsty passion for a long time - this situation was probably slightly better than the worst situation of the Steel Bull Knight cutting through the Plague Warrior phalanx, and then turning around and flanking back and forth with the main force.

Ashrufat looked up at the back, where his Blood Dragon Banner was flying. There, Flint stood under the banner and was responsible for the dispatch of troops and reserves. Eshurufat had already given Flint several scenarios in advance, and now he only hoped that Flint would react in time and give orders as soon as possible.

Farther away, the Bloodfang Lord's flanks were still pinned down by a small number of light cavalry. This state of not being able to fight and not being able to go, and not being able to go, makes the fighters of the terror extremely aggrieved. Although the middle and lower classes of chaos lack tactical literacy and do not understand military theory, this kind of ruse is destined to be dismantled sooner or later - it is only a matter of time.

Then, under the expectant gaze of Ashrufat, he saw the Blood Dragon Banner fluttering, giving the battle order to the two wings that had not yet entered the battle state.

Then, Ashruphat saw the hordes of Chaos Eggs being released and pounced on the main force of the Bloodfang Lord's commander.

These monsters, which were once humans, have now long since lost their souls, leaving only the intelligence and instincts of the beast Cheng Dù. They didn't know how to retreat, they didn't know how to fear, and hundreds of Chaos Eggs rushed straight to the main force of the Blood Fang Lord. Behind them, the wings began to advance. However, they only moved at a normal pace, and did not follow behind the Chaos Eggs to surprise the Legion of Sadism.

On the other side, seeing the hordes of Chaos Eggs rushing towards them, even the Sadistic Warriors stopped and prepared to face these monsters. Chaos cultists are aware of the power of Chaos Eggs, and this monster can tear through any formation very effectively. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that they would be indistinguishable once they enter battle (their keepers may be an exception, but only "probably exception"), they might not be any worse than the Steel Bull Rider.

Ashrufat stood on top of the corpse of the steel ox, his helmet hiding his smile. The Chaos Egg can't win, but he doesn't want the Chaos Egg to win, he just wants to get time - time to annihilate the Steel Bull Knight and regroup!