Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 217 Slaying the Devil and Sealing the Door

The smell of blood is permeating the land of Bretonnia. This is not a good thing. Although there are constant wars in this land, no one wants their hometown to fall into the fog of death.

Anger permeated the Holy Grail Knights and Dukes, and they couldn't help shaking their arms, but to be honest, facing such a Chaos Demon, no one can be sure that they can take him down.

The two teams didn't say a word, but the next moment when the wind was blowing and the dead branches were trembling, Duke Lyonis pulled out his battle ax and slashed at the nearest demon.

The terrible power of the shining light tore the thing apart, and he burst out with a beastly roar, which made people tremble with fear.

Roel couldn't help but comment. "It's a good thing he's on our side." Then he raised the gun, bang, reloaded, bang, continued, repeated, as if it was a human rifle in the same era, its accuracy and rate of fire reached the limit of human beings.

When the Duke of Lyonis noticed that the demons around him fell one by one, he felt as if he had a firearms unit by his side, he thought to himself.

[Fortunately, he is by my side. 】

The person who understands you best may be your enemy. This sentence is not groundless. When they hate each other, they can't help but start to understand their enemies.

The Knights of the Holy Grail brandished their weapons, and the Duke of Bordello was among them. A group of people only had his body without light shining. His heart was sad, but he still moved forward bravely.

"For King Lawn!" he yelled, beheading countless horrors surrounded by the Holy Grail knights, but they did not forget their responsibilities, obsessive killing could not solve any problems.

They all looked at the terrible demon at the same time, and killed him. The knight's blood was calling out, the blade gradually became cold, and the warmth that had just submerged into the flesh and blood dissipated, leaving only the desire for the enemy.

The Duke of Lyonis went forward boldly and without restraint.

"Your mother chanted under me to do it again!"

"Evil!"

The change monster doesn't care, he replied. "I have no mother!"

the duke yelled. "Japanese father!"

Everything about the demons is the fragments of the Chaos Gods. After the Duke said this, everyone present looked at him in surprise. Does this person want to be the Lord of Ever-changing?

"What a bold statement, sir." Roel shot and killed the terrible demon beside the Duke of Lyonis, and the Duke shouted. "I just want it!"

Before he could finish his words, a thick thunderbolt passed by his side. It was obvious that a certain Lord of Chaos was watching here and was annoyed by the filth of this mortal. He was not Slaanesh, otherwise he would definitely...

Of course, the Duke would not be afraid, but his words stopped completely, but the Duke did make the battlefield a little more fun, which was not easy.

Roel covered his mouth, and had to say that he was not bad, if they weren't the duke, they might have a good relationship.

But fate has framed them on their own car, and they cannot jump off, they can only accept it.

They swept through the demons like a hurricane, screaming and killing, but the terrible thing didn't seem to care about the mortals.

Such arrogance is stupid, the demon would lose his life like this, the Duke thought so, believed so, Norsca's blood would not deceive his feelings, swung the giant ax with great power, and brought out the sound of breaking the air, Comes like a cannon blast.

But Roel could feel that that guy was quite unusual, and it wasn't just Roel. Most people wouldn't think he was a good thing when they saw a demon standing still.

But dissuasion had little effect, he was the Duke of Bretonnia, the blade had arrived, the terrifying force rolled the air, the battle armor and power roared, and there was a buzzing cry.

This is a power absolutely untouchable by mortals, but what awaits the Duke is not the tragic death of a demon, but... a Horror?
That's not a high-level demon, but a little demon that has been transformed by magic and has his body bound!

That thing let out a miserable howl, echoing on the plains of Bretonnia, piercing the heart, even the Holy Grail Knight couldn't help but cover his eardrums...

Roel was already very sensitive to the five senses, but now he bleeds blood instantly, this damn feeling, is this Slaanesh's spell?Is this still a demon student abroad?
Grotesque laughter echoed from all directions, the terrible thing is here, commanding the battlefield.

"Haha, knights of Bretonnia, how do you feel, are you comfortable?!"

It was difficult for Roel to describe such a voice. It felt like rubbing chalk on the blackboard to forcefully make a tone, which made people want to pull out their cochleas.

This group of bastard demons made everyone suffer enough. The Duke of Lyonis roared, but he couldn't find the enemy. They wanted to destroy the magic rock, but they would be hindered by the boundless demons.

The higher-level demons summoned the lower-level demons, and their blood suppressed them, even surpassing their fear of death. Once the morale was raised, the horror of the demons appeared. Even the lowest-level fear demons and sky sharks were enough for mortal troops. What's more, this guy's command ability is not weak...

Roel was full of thoughts, and glanced at the Holy Grail Knight, as if he had decided on something, he suddenly grabbed the Duke of Boldero and the Duke of Lyonis, chatted quietly, and then let go quickly.

The three nodded to each other, but the friendly atmosphere was suddenly broken.

Because when more than half of the guard team with a small number of people lost more than half, the frequency of firearms on the hillside dropped to the point where it could be felt.

Roel's heart tightened. His loyal and powerful soldiers were suffering because of the accident of the plan, and in front of them was the Demon Rock, but it couldn't be destroyed?

When the loss of the guard was so obvious that Roel could see it, he broke the defense.

"TMD, hurry up, aren't you usually very powerful?"

"Some of my soldiers are worth far more than the so-called knights. Please think about who is protecting Bretonnia when you are complacent and arrogant?!"

The Duke of Lyonis took the Holy Grail knights and cursed back. "What is higher than..."

"You're just a lowly farmer leading a group of people who use gunpowder and opportunistically. You can become a duke because of that old Merovingian!"

"If it wasn't for gunpowder, maybe even the demons wouldn't gather here!"

Roel cursed. "Look at your knights. Who is protecting the territory of Bretonnia? The honor you worship binds you like shackles. Apart from the armor on your body, what is more honorable?"

It is not a day or two that he dislikes knights. Now that he is in a high position and powerful, he wants to say it, say it!
The cheeks of Duke Lyonis were flushed with anger. Although he was reckless, he was not incapable of eloquence. He beheaded the demon's head and shouted while holding the disgusting thing.

"If you can, you should destroy that rock."

"Lest demons continue to breed in Bretonnia."

Roel replied. "My lord knight, why don't you do anything? If farmers can do it, why can't you?"

Shut up the Duke with one sentence, talk about it, the important thing is not for the shrew to swear, he would not be able to win.

At this moment, Duke Boldro stretched out his hand, but he, who had been gentle and refined all his life, didn't know how to persuade him to fight, so he only complained about his weakness. "Please do not…"

But such strength is useless, the last two Bretonnians cried out in unison. "duel!"

asked Nok Knight. "Here? Do you know that there are demons here?"

He couldn't believe his brother would be so reckless, but Roel just nodded. "right here…"

The Duke raised his weapon, Roel raised his gun, and the two began to count down.

one two three four five six seven eight nine ten.

exclaimed Duke Bordereau. "The Ten Commandments of Dueling."

"First, the purpose of a duel is to resolve conflicts. If the enemy apologizes, there is no need for a duel."

"Second, if you don't reconcile, find a friend to be your deputy, your deputy, and let the matter be settled after the end."

"Third, it doesn't matter if you can't reach an agreement. Now raise your arms and prepare your doctors, so that the dispute will go to the ground."

"Fourth, the duel must be under the witness, and find a good place that is flat enough."

"Fifth, leave a note to your relatives and friends, tell your family that you will work hard there, and pray that the lady will save you a place."

"Sixth, when you see the enemy, control your emotions."

"Seventh, you must never take revenge on your family after the duel, and the resentment will dissipate once."

"Eighth, no matter you win or lose, you still act honorably."

"Ninth, now is the last chance to start the talks."

Roel said. "Are you ready? My enemy, your arrogance and stupidity failed me."

said the Duke of Lyonis. "You are the one, stupid farmer, luck will not favor you for the rest of your life."

Duke Boldro shouted.

"Tenth, no matter what, muster up your courage and kill the enemy!"

The two men raised their blades, and their bodies intertwined instantly. After a while, the roar of muskets echoed. Who won?

I saw that under the dark moonlight, both of them stood upright without any problem. In a second, one of the Holy Grail Knights fell down without warning, and the armor on his chest was broken by a gun. Why?
Typing it wrong?
Seeing that the Holy Grail Knight suddenly turned into the face of a demon, Duke Lyonis patted Roel on the shoulder. "Good marksmanship, farmer."

Roel replied. "Good acting, duke."

Duke Boldro shook his head. "You really know how to play, don't make fun of dueling next time."

The demon stuck to the ground couldn't believe it, and he looked at the three of them. "Why, how did you find me?"

Roel pointed to his nose. "You are not the only one who knows magic. Next time, investigate clearly, lest you die in ignorance!"

The devil suddenly realized that something was wrong. As the right-hand man of the Lord of Changes, he was actually deceived by mortals acting, but things had already happened and could not be changed.

When troops using gunpowder, weapons, armor and honor stepped here, they wanted to complete the sealing task. They were played around by demons, but wisdom and trust changed everything. When the chaos demons looked down on mortals, the wind direction changed.

The Duke of Lyonis raised his battle ax high, and the weapon reflected in the moonlight instantly chopped off the demon's head. The blood wet the ground, and the victory was already grasped. The demons felt the feeling in their minds dissipate, no doubt...

They will be rout at dawn!
The sun gradually rose, the demons fled, the guards escaped from death, and immediately began to treat the wounded in an orderly manner, Ali Mara looked at the sudden change and shouted firmly in her heart. "Go ahead and destroy them."

The dukes were killing wildly. Under the hindrance of the unorganized demons, the powerful three killed all the demons and buried a special bomb under the Demon Rock. The dark green glowing stone looked even more terrifying in the sun, demons.

Nock rubbed his nose. "You don't want to tell me..."

Roel patted his brother on the shoulder. "It's not that I don't believe you, it's just that I don't have time. I smell him for a moment. If he didn't use that kind of sound transmission magic, I wouldn't feel him."

"I admit that there is an element of luck, but I will not let go of this opportunity!"

Duke Lyonis nodded. "Now there are only fireworks to watch. I have to admit that Duke Meroving has found a good heir."

Duke Boldro laughed out loud.

"The devil is nothing more than that. After the mission is over, how about we go and see King Lawn?"

Everyone nodded. They didn't think that King Lawn would fail, and they didn't think that the destruction here would change. When the bomb smoked and the matchlock reached the root, a fierce energy burst blasted the Demon Rock into powder, and the powerful Chaos The magic dissipated, and the demons could not maintain their bodies.

Although the loss was heavy, but in any case, they succeeded. It was not easy. When the demon dissipated, the remaining people couldn't help shouting.

"We are victorious!"

"We are victorious!"

"Long live Bretonnia! Long live the Duke!"

"For Bretonnia!"

"For my son!"

"For my father!"

"For my mother!"

"Victory!"

In the chaos, in the nothingness and distortion, the Lord of Change looked at the chessboard in front of him, and pinched a soul, which was the fragment of that damned demon. Now he was beyond redemption and returned to his father.

"Very stupid..." A special voice echoed, it sounded like Lizardman, Imperial, Bretonnian, Elvish, but no matter who it was, everyone could understand it.

The Lord of Change crushed that soul. If it wasn't for his own initiative, his plan would never fail twice. He angrily slapped the chessboard in front of him with one of his countless arms, and countless chess pieces flew up.

He has had enough, as the power of chaos and destruction, he doesn't need to take care of those mortals too much, although as the Lord of Change, such behavior is out of style, but for the end to come...

In the midst of chaos, on the brass throne, one of the mighty gods smiled, a terrifying red representative.

"How rare, Scarbrand!"

He yelled, and the countless demons entrenched here rolled over, just to make way for an existence. He was as huge and terrifying as a mountain, with red flesh and blood swelling, and an astonishing big horn.

"My lord, I am..."

Khorne said. "Tzeentch opened the gates of the Chaos Realm in Bretonnia, go, bring me blood..."

(End of this chapter)