Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Deep within Nurgle Garden, filled with plague and despair, an unprecedented roar, brimming with the fury of being fooled and the red-hot power breaking through defenses, suddenly erupted!
The roar was like boiling pus being suddenly overturned, gushing out from the depths of the rotting abdominal cavity with viscous rage, shaking the entire area.

This roar came from the merciful Father Nurgle, whose rage was so overwhelming and undisguised that even His usually benevolent and swollen body trembled with fury, shaking like a living, corrupt mountain.

The roar was incredibly powerful, causing the already withered and bare trees around them to fall in swathes, as if smashed by an invisible hammer, reduced to rotten dust. The leaves of those trees, which were already covered with pus-filled buds and half-hanging blood-red fruits, all burst open in the tremor, spraying out acrid, foul liquid that flowed into the bubbling, stagnant river of mud.

The corrosive, churning ground writhed violently like a painful stomach, bulging, cracking, and collapsing layer by layer, as if the entire garden's soil was vomiting from the master's rage. Even the Nurgles, who had been lazily frolicking and laughing as they chased the rotting bubbles in the pus-filled swamp, were terrified. They stopped playing, huddled together, and trembled.

The roar was deafening, almost tearing the decaying sky of Nurgle Garden apart. The corrupt canopy that had long hung overhead, bulging like a festering sore, was shaken and rippled, causing countless maggots, spores, and tentacle-like mists to fall from it and scatter in all directions.

This attack, which appeared to be a joint effort by the four gods against Lortheon, was in fact a scheme personally woven by Tzeentch, the master of all shapes and sizes.

Rather than causing trouble for Darkus or his champion, this evil god of intrigue and change is more interested in tormenting Nurgle, who symbolizes stagnation, decay, and dull kindness.

He wasn't doing it for victory, but for fun.

My blood pressure spiked just watching some fat guy get fooled.

He was furious that He was forced to crawl out from the depths of the garden to see Him.

For Tzeentch, nothing could have been more pleasurable.

Just as Nurgle's roar still echoed through the garden, his rage unabated, and the ground still trembled, a discordant chuckle and shriek, filled with countless overlapping echoes and eerie rhythms, silently seeped into Nurgle's territory like a cold spiderweb.

That was Tzeentch's laughter!
The laughter spread like a poisonous wind, echoed like a phantom sound, and was filled with chilling malice and overwhelming mockery. It did not originate from one place, but came simultaneously from countless directions and countless dimensions.

Sometimes his voice was low and sullen, like a cunning strategist whispering in a crevice in the rocks;
At other times, it transforms into the lighthearted playfulness of a child who has stumbled upon a secret;

The next instant, it stretched into a distorted and frantic shriek, as if someone had deliberately severed the vocal cords of the soul, using the piercing friction for amusement.

The laughter was filled with the pleasure of a successful scheme, the superiority of intellectual superiority, and undisguised contempt for Nagle's simple rage.

Just as the mind-numbing laughter reached a maddening climax, the viscous, filthy sky of Nurgle Garden was suddenly torn apart by a jarring and discordant rift, flashing with a blindingly bright blue and purple light!
The energy overflowing from the fissure was as sharp as a blade, cutting through the rotten air, appearing particularly glaring and out of place in this putrid world.

A portal belonging to Tzeentch has brazenly and defiantly opened right in Nurgle's lair!

The next moment, as if deliberately trying to shatter Nurgle's patience, portal after portal appeared.

Accompanied by a piercing, soul-tearing high-frequency shriek, swarms of shrieking sharks surged out of the portal like a raging school of fish!

Their streamlined bodies traced a series of eerie trajectories through the air, covered in shimmering scales like iridescent glass that constantly shifted with their moods. The vibrating organs bulging on their sides trembled wildly, releasing sound waves powerful enough to drive Nurgle's demons to agitation, mania, and mental chaos—a form of mental pollution for the Nurgle Legion.

Closely following behind was a fire demon with twisted gait and its body wreathed in unclean flames...

Thus, a sudden melee broke out in Nagle's own backyard, ignited by the Lord of Change in the most mocking and insulting way!
-

Meanwhile, at the intersection in the neighborhood where the Karendil family lived, the air wasn't decaying, but rather stretched and tightened to the extreme by an invisible hand, until it emitted a mournful sound like silk being torn apart!
This neighborhood seemed to have been detached from reality, so quiet that even breathing felt abrupt.

A portal with eerie pinkish-purple edges and alluring rainbow light rapidly condensed and stabilized almost instantly amidst the spatial disturbance. Its formation was so smooth that it stood in stark contrast to the difficult-to-produce portal at the field hospital.

The light curtain was like a blooming demon flower, eerie and beautiful, yet extremely dangerous.

The instant the portal stabilized and took shape, accompanied by a seductive, cloying laugh and a yearning moan, a swarm of agile, alluring, yet deadly Luna demons poured out like a burst dam. Wielding sharp claws and pincers, their exaggerated and provocative gestures, their eyes burning with a thirst for ultimate sensory stimulation, they eagerly sought to transform this neighborhood into a hunting ground for unbridled debauchery.

Their every step carries a subtle rhythm, and every breath seems to be tempting the air itself.

However, what awaited them was not panicked prey.

"emission!"

The cold command came from the rooftop, like a hammer thrown down, without hesitation.

The ballistae, which had been poised to fire, unleashed a dull yet deadly roar! The splitting arrows suddenly burst open in the air, transforming into a rain of steel that covered an area, instantly tearing apart and piercing through the leading succubus horde, pinning them to the ground!

Severed limbs and pink demonic flesh tumbled through the air, the pierced bodies twisting into bizarre dance shapes due to inertia, as if performing a final, broken performance.

But this is just the beginning.

The succubi surging from the portal seemed endless. The heavy losses of the first wave did not stop the followerings from stepping over the remains of their comrades, continuing their charge with even more fanatical and twisted movements. Those fallen comrades were not corpses to them, but rather stimuli, catalysts that made their actions even more frenzied.

Even before the echoes of the ballistae had faded, the Duruci soldiers who had seemed to be leaning relaxed against the walls on both sides of the street moved!

Their movements were swift and precise, as if they had practiced a thousand times. There was not a trace of chaos, not a moment's hesitation. The soldiers moved silently and rapidly, the entire process completed in the blink of an eye, and a solemn, cold steel line had been forged in the street.

The next moment, the surging tide of Slaanesh demons crashed violently into the steel dam!
boom!
That was a brutal clash between flesh and steel, madness and discipline!
The spearmen at the forefront braced their shoulders against their shields, enduring the demons' frenzied assault, their bones creaking under the strain. Their arms behind the shields trembled, but they didn't retreat an inch. Meanwhile, spears, like venomous snakes, pierced through the gaps in the shields, reaping with precision and efficiency, each thrust carrying a chilling decisiveness.

The battle line swayed slightly under the impact, like a rock being battered by waves, yet it remained unmoved. The demonic screams and maniacal laughter intertwined with the silent slaughter of the Duruqi soldiers, the clanging of metal, and the muffled thuds of blades piercing flesh, instantly transforming this neighborhood into a bloody vortex of order and chaos vying for supremacy.

The battle entered its most brutal and intense phase from the very beginning.
-

As fierce battles erupted in multiple locations across Lorthorn, space itself began to distort violently in the plaza connecting the noble district to the Phoenix Royal Court, where Kadjoin and his team were located. The air was stretched and folded, emitting a low rumble, as if an invisible giant hand was trying to tear this entire space out of reality.

Unlike the surging torrent of lustful demons pouring out of the street, what came first from this teleportation portal was a dense, eerie, and rhythmic sound of footsteps, like countless dancers stepping into the mortal world to the beat of death.

The rhythm, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, seemed to mock perception, causing everyone who heard it to involuntarily hold their breath.

The next moment, the figure appeared.

Those were Slaanesh's swift and deadly cavalry, the agile Seekers wielding whips or rapiers, and the Soul Chasers riding Slaanesh beasts, eager to hunt souls! Like a hunting legion unleashed, they charged across the square in an instant, their frenzied cries and thirst for prey filling the air.

Sparks flew as the hooves of the mounts struck the ground, and eerie Slaanesh light seeped from between the saddles and armor plates, as if even the air itself made way for them. Their speed far surpassed that of infantry, their threat level entirely different—like a storm of blades about to tear through the defenses!
However, faced with this sudden cavalry charge, Kadjohn, who stood at the forefront of the column, showed no panic and did not order the troops behind him to launch a hasty counter-charge.

Because, long before the portal appeared...

The moment the portal's energy began to fluctuate, the Duruqi ballista positions, which were already positioned on high ground in the neighborhood near the plaza, aimed their ballistae at the portal.

In addition, there were deployed assault ships: some patrolled at low altitudes, while others landed behind rooftops to serve as fixed firing positions.

Almost at the same moment the Slaanesh cavalry charged out of the portal and began to accelerate, the ballistae from the tops of the surrounding buildings roared with death, their splitting arrows covering the portal.

The crossbow bolt impaled a Seeker and his mount firmly on the ground, exploding into a cloud of purplish-black blood mist. The mount writhed and convulsed, the rider's body tumbling in the air in an unnatural arc before being torn apart by the shrapnel from the split arrow. The split arrows burst forth among the Seeker cavalry, the sharp shrapnel instantly slicing down a swathe, disrupting their perfectly aligned charge like a shattered dance.

To the flank and front of Kadjoin's troops, a hundred-man squad of Duruci, who had been waiting in formation, stood silently and resolutely in a standard anti-cavalry formation, like rocks emerging from the shadows of the buildings.

The entire array, like a barbed anvil, was firmly embedded in the key passageway of the square, forming a three-dimensional death trap together with the crossbow firing points on the tops of the surrounding buildings.

The faster the enemy moves, the faster they die.

Kadjohn watched the scene unfold before him, seeing the Slaanesh cavalry suffer heavy losses and their formation crumble under the precise fire of the ballistae. He listened to the shrieks of the Heartseekers mixed with the roars of their forced-to-stop mounts, all swallowed up by the deafening roar of the ballistae.

He slowly raised his hand, but did not order a charge.

"Hold the line!" His voice carried clearly to every soldier behind him, calm, composed, and unquestionable. "Long-range fire suppression, let them crash into us! Our mission is to hold this position, not to race against demons!"

His calmness, like heavy armor, enveloped everyone's hearts. The volunteers suppressed their initial fear, their breathing gradually synchronized. The Phoenix Guardians and the Duruchi Anvil on the flanks formed a formidable defensive position, like a rock.

The White Lion Guards and Sea Guards, carrying bows and arrows, along with the Black Sharp Crossbowmen on the flanks, did not appear at the front of the formation, but had already raised their crossbows and, with the aid of guidance spells, unleashed a barrage of arrows that rained down on the remaining cavalry ranks.

From the very beginning, the battle here fell into the carefully woven trap of the defenders.
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When the portal, its edges shimmering with an eerie pinkish-purple light, suddenly opened before her, Lyrian was completely stunned. The sight, utterly beyond comprehension, was forced into her vision.

The portal was so close, so close that she could hear the energy within crashing against the spatial barrier like a tide; so close that she could feel the distorted heat emanating from it gently scalding her cheeks; so close that it seemed she could touch the ever-fluctuating energy curtain and the abyss with just a trembling fingertip.

Extreme fear, like ice water, instantly permeated her limbs and bones, freezing her breath in her throat.

"Run!" The Black Knight's roar was like a thunderclap. His face was ashen, and his voice was hoarse, filled with undisguised despair and anxiety.

I'm really afraid of what's coming!
The shout jolted Lyrian awake. She acted almost instinctively, her heart pounding in her chest. She pressed her bewildered grandson tightly against her chest, using her entire body to shield the child from the horrific sight that might taint his soul. Staggering, yet propelled by some survival instinct, she desperately rushed into the passage, stumbling and running, barely finding solid ground. The Black Knight and the Sea Guards, on the other hand, moved in the opposite direction, like moths to a flame, rushing without hesitation towards the ominous doorway. The Black Knight clutched the contradictory combination he had used since his mercenary days.

However, when he saw what rushed out of the portal first, his already ashen face turned deathly green, and even the corners of his lips lost their color, almost dripping with bitterness!

It is neither a frivolous lustful demon nor a mad seeker, but a—seeker's chariot!
The chariot was twisted and ornate, its metal surface shimmering with a sickly iridescent luster as if touched by countless tormented souls. Most deadly of all were its massive spiked wheels at the rear, the riveted serrations resembling rows of hungry teeth, while the curved scrapers extending from the outer ends of the wheels gleamed coldly; every inch of its metallic curve was inscribed with death.

The chariots were pulled by extremely fast steeds, their twisting bodies like streaks of evil light slicing through the air, the metal axles emitting a piercing sound like the weeping of tormented souls.

To stop these chariots, it takes more than just weaponry; it also requires immense willpower. A moment's carelessness can drive one into madness. Once the chariots charge into the enemy ranks, the demons on them dance, each strike capable of ripping open bellies, leaving bloody gashes that seem to weave in the air, while they laugh maniacally from their chariots.

The once spacious passageway was now completely blocked by this terrifying war machine.

The Black Knight instantly envisioned the terrifying scene that would unfold once this thing accelerated, a crushing storm composed of steel, sharp blades, and flesh.

The narrow passage only made the killing more thorough, and almost no one could stop its advance!

On the chariot, the demon gripping the reins let out an excited shriek, a sound like the wind being torn apart. The whip lashed against the Slaanesh pulling the chariot, producing a chilling crack. The chariot's spiked wheels began to turn slowly, the metal scrapers grinding against the stone ground with a creaking sound like a beast grinding its teeth, accompanied by a trail of blinding sparks.

Every second is stretched out infinitely.

Each turn of the wheels struck the hearts of the defenders, pressing down on them until they could hardly breathe.

The tense atmosphere was like a noose tightening, making it almost impossible for everyone to breathe, and they even forgot to blink.

As the twisted chariot began to creak more and more dangerously under the demon's whip, and its wheels slowly accelerated, the Black Knight knew that once the monster really charged, he, Haiwei, and everyone behind them would be crushed into minced meat.

Can't wait any longer!
"what!"

A suppressed roar erupted from the Black Knight's throat, hoarse as if torn from the depths of his chest, filled with resolute determination, as if burning away his last trace of hesitation. He made an extremely risky yet incredibly decisive decision, violently swinging the shield protecting him to the side and downwards!

The heavy shield drew a rough arc through the air, sparks flying as the metal edge grazed the ground. This maneuver left him wide open, his chest exposed to the enemy, but it also unleashed his full throwing power.

Almost the instant the shield left his hand, the muscles in his right arm tensed like steel cables, each muscle seemingly about to burst from under his skin. His body leaned back like a fully drawn bow, his feet firmly planted on the ground, his knees slightly bent to support the momentum.

The spear was raised high like a javelin. His movements were as swift as lightning, yet they carried the steady precision honed through countless trials. All his strength, all his anger, and all his will were concentrated in this single throw!
"die!"

With that shout, the spear flew from his hand! The air was forcibly torn apart by the spear shaft, emitting a low and deadly whistling sound. As the spear vibrated, it was like a straight black lightning bolt, fiercely tearing through space and shooting straight at the manipulative madman on the chariot who was wielding a whip and letting out excited screams!
The succubus clearly hadn't expected such a swift and precise counterattack at such close range. A flicker of surprise flashed in its eyes, which were always glowing with decadent desire. Faced with this unavoidable and fatal blow, it could only instinctively raise its hard, crab-like pincers, attempting to block it with instinct.

However, the Black Knight's furious strike was far too powerful!
puff!

Click!

The metal tip of the spear tore through the air without any resistance, piercing through the hard carapace and pincers! Shattered carapace fragments flew everywhere, accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of the carapace shattering, the spear tip continued its momentum, plunging deep into the relatively soft, constantly writhing abdomen of the succubus!

"Ugh!"

The succubus let out a distorted, agonizing scream, its voice abruptly shifting from pleasure to shrill despair, like the sound of a crushed musical instrument. At the same time, the immense impact jolted its entire body backward, its legs nearly ripped off the platform, purplish-black blood splattering onto the twisted chassis. In excruciating pain, it could no longer grip the whip that propelled the chariot; its fingers loosened, and the whip handle slipped from its grasp, falling to the ground with a thud.

The Black Knight's precise and ferocious strike instantly killed the manipulative demon on the chariot. The demon's body collapsed on the platform, its limbs twitching, the spear shaft still deeply embedded in its abdomen.

However, reality proved harsh, and this failed to forcibly halt the fatal step of starting the tank.

Pulling that twisted chariot were four crazed Slaanesh beasts. Two were at the very front, connected by a deadly winch covered in jagged spikes that spun constantly; the other two were positioned to the sides and rear of their foremost companions, like a deformed procession driven by agony, providing the violent traction together.

These twisted creatures don't need a charioteer to whip them; their instinctive craving for pain and slaughter is enough to drive them madly forward. Their hooves paw at the ground, and their mouths constantly spew out a mixture of pleasure and frenzy.

The distance is just too close!
The sea guards were so close that they didn't even have time to lower their spears, switch to bows and arrows for ranged attacks, or even take a breath. All they could do in this desperate situation was to roar in desperation, raise their shields, thrust their spears, and charge forward with their bare flesh and blood!
Captain Haiwei was the first to be hit. He gritted his teeth and used his shield to block the Slaanesh's mandibles, which were covered in fine, sharp teeth, as the twisted beast's snout almost tore at his face. The enormous impact made his arm bones groan, and his entire arm went numb, almost losing all feeling. The stone bricks under his feet trembled from the force of the impact.

At the same time, he seized the opportunity of close combat with his spear, piercing the Slaanesh's relatively soft, trembling abdomen with precision and ruthlessness.

He had achieved his goal. The Slaanesh let out a painful howl, and the purple fluid gushing from its abdomen splashed onto the captain's armor, even carrying a burning sensation.

But he also paid an irreparable price.

Just as his spear pierced through, the spinning spiked wheel between the two monstrous beasts came crashing down like a greedy grinding wheel of flesh!

First, the sturdy shield was shredded and torn apart like paper, turning into a shower of wood chips and metal fragments. Then, the spiked metal rollers devoured his arms and arm guards without any resistance, followed by half of his shoulder and chest!
Bones shattered, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Before he could even scream, his entire upper body was reduced to a blurry cloud of blood and debris in a sickening tearing and grinding sound. His comrade to his left was also instantly pulverized and devoured; that comrade, too, had sacrificed his life to plunge his spear into the body of another Slaanesh, only to be swept up, torn apart, and pulverized by the merciless vortex of steel.

The two warriors sacrificed their flesh and blood and their lives to buy their comrades an invaluable, yet incredibly painful, moment!
This brief gap was not wasted!

A roar of grief and rage erupted from the chests of the Sea Guards. Suppressing the shock of their comrades' tragic deaths, they channeled all their fury and power into their weapons. Their spears transformed into vengeful spikes, darting like venomous snakes from both sides towards the two relatively exposed outer Slaanesh beasts at the rear of the chariot. The sharp spear tips pierced deeply into the beasts' vulnerable waists and hind leg joints!

Having lost traction, the Slaanesh chariot, which was about to turn into a whirlwind of death, came to a heavy and unwilling stop, like a monster whose accelerator and brake had been stepped on at the same time. Amid a tooth-grinding metallic twist and the howling of a struggling beast, it came to a heavy stop.

At the same moment the Sea Guards launched their attack, the Black Knight also moved!
Without his spear and shield, he drew his Messer sword from his waist with a clang, the long, sharp blade reflecting a cold glint in the lamplight.

Without the slightest hesitation, taking advantage of the moment when the chariot stopped and the demon's attention was drawn to the sea guard, he charged forward like an agile assassin, stepping onto the corpse of the fallen Slaanesh beast at the front as a foothold, and leaped nimbly onto the chariot shaft.

His target was clear—the menacing demon atop the tank structure.

The succubus was clearly not prepared for such a swift counterattack. Just as it raised its face, which was adorned with a wicked smile, what came into its view was the black knight's mask covering his face, and a deadly blade of light descending from above with a shrill sound as it cut through the air!
However, this Luna, capable of appearing atop the chariot, was no ordinary being. Facing the powerful slash, it let out a piercing laugh, neither dodging nor evading, but instead swiftly crossed and raised its arms, which resembled giant crab claws!
clang! ! !
Sparks fly!

The sharp blade of the Messer clashed violently with the hard, dark purple carapace of the crab, producing a deafening metallic clang! A tremendous recoil force traveled along the blade, numbing the Black Knight's arm, and this seemingly inevitable strike was abruptly blocked.

"Hehehe!" The succubus let out a triumphant laugh, its massive right pincer slamming forward like a battering ram, aiming straight for the black knight's chest and abdomen. The black knight hastily dodged to the side, the crab pincer grazing his breastplate, the resulting gust of wind making him gasp for breath.

"Foolish mortal!" The succubus let out a sharp screech, its mockery squeezed out from between its teeth, and its foul saliva dripped onto the blade, sizzling as it corroded. "Your power will eventually become mine..."

However, before the lustful demon could finish speaking...

Below, a sea guard, holding his breath and searching for an opportunity, suddenly had a glint in his eyes! His longbow was already fully drawn, the arrow constantly adjusting its angle to follow the movement of the demon on the roof. At this moment, he saw the succubus's head slightly raised as it gained the upper hand, and the exposed brow, not covered by its thick armor.

The bowstring twanged, and the arrow, like a streak of vengeful light, seized the fleeting window and pierced with unparalleled precision through the gaping, laughing mouth of the lust demon, exiting from the back of its head with a spray of purplish-black blood and bone fragments!
The succubus's movements froze abruptly, its smug grin freezing on its face, replaced by incredulous astonishment. Its eyes, once filled with wicked lust, instantly lost their luster, and its body swayed.

The Black Knight would never let such a golden opportunity slip by.
He roared in his throat, and the Messer Blade, which had been restrained, unleashed its last silver light, slashing down fiercely through the opening created by the arrow!
Click!

This time, there are no more obstacles.

With a flash of light, the monstrous head of the lust demon, carrying half an arrow, shot into the sky!

The Black Knight took a deep breath to steady himself and nodded heavily to the Sea Guard below who had won the battle with a single arrow at the crucial moment.

The crisis has been temporarily averted, but the battle is far from over. Although the disabled Slaanesh chariot blocked part of the passage, it was by no means an insurmountable obstacle, and more importantly, the portal was still there.

Slaanesh's Seeker Chariot has failed in its race, but Duruci's chariot is still speeding forward.

It's just that the art style is a bit unusual.

A magic crab, yes, a magic crab.

The giant crab was directly airdropped into the shelter through the palace's teleportation portal. Thanks to the range of the land-based drone, it didn't need to run on the ground at all. Its massive, heavily armored body swam at the top of the passage with a lightness and smoothness completely disproportionate to its weight.

Its eight legs moved gracefully through the air, as if the tunnel were filled with unseen seawater, allowing it to move at a high speed with an almost skating-like smoothness. This formed an incredibly absurd and stark contrast with the Asur refugees below, who were running desperately and panting for breath.

Above, a steel giant crab leisurely moonwalks; below, ordinary people scramble for their way, creating a scene that is quite surreal.

Finally, to the astonishment of the Asur, the flying crab chose the most spectacular way to make its entrance: it plunged down from the top of the passage with a heavy thud that shook the ground, landing precisely in the center of the passage and completely blocking the way.

Its massive body is the strongest barrier in itself, and the most direct declaration: This road is blocked!
As if to provide perfect harmony for this grand spectacle, the instant the Demon Crab landed, two long-tailed war sharks emerged from the shadows behind it like hunters in the water, hovering low on either side. Immediately afterward, a squad of sharp-toothed eel combat units also quickly took their positions, occupying the space above the passageway.

On the ground and in the air, the reinforcements completed the absolute blockade of this passage in the most violent, reassuring, and despairing way!
Reinforcements have arrived!
And they arrived in a way that would make Slaanesh question whether he was even fashionable enough! (End of Chapter)