Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Daxus first set foot on the continent of Lustria in 2009 of the Imperial Calendar. During that time, he did many things, such as restarting Spikazuma and many other things.

There is no need to repeat the importance of Spica Zuma.

In the second year after Daxus went to Elsin Arwen, the great prophet made a major discovery in the jungles of the South. He found the solar engine manufacturing stone slab that Daxus had been looking for in the ruins of a satellite city north of Tiatequa.

Coptiti was simply a manager tailor-made for the Spicazuma system. In the following years after the discovery of the stone tablet, he gathered together the solar engine parts scattered across various cities on the continent of Lustria, and then filled in whatever was lacking, thus achieving a certain degree of liberalization in the use of solar engines by the Lizardmen of the continent of Lustria.

The Slann magic priests changed the terrain around Zahuitak, raising the ground on both sides to form high ground. The Ankylosaurs equipped with solar engines were deployed on the high platforms on both sides, and the elevated terrain faced the low-lying Zahuitak. As the saying goes, high strikes low, hits stupid X, and it is also crossfire from the side.

In addition, it must be said that the prophet of Sotek, the chosen one of God, is really inexplicably connected with the solar engine. The cook has started to study the recipe... No, it is the prophet of the snake god who has stopped studying the snake cabinet and started to study the solar engine. A long time ago, he gave Dacus a stone tablet. Although this stone tablet did not record the manufacturing process of the solar engine, it recorded another use of the solar engine.

On the second day of battle, the Skinks arranged the Ankylosaurs into unique formations and resonated between the Sun Engines in another tribute to the Old One Kotego.

In this way, when the wind of magic is abundant, the more solar engines are deployed, the stronger the power and range of pure light energy will be. It was so strong that on the second day, it directly took away a bloodthirsty demon who was about to show his skills in the air.

Now, as the servants of Khorne enthusiastically set foot on the battle road paved with skulls, their eyes were filled with a desire for blood and slaughter. However, at the moment when their army moved forward, a low humming sound suddenly came from the air, as if it came from some ancient power between heaven and earth. The humming sound was the sound of the solar engine starting up. On both sides of the high ground, the ancient and sacred devices were gradually awakening.

The solar engine radiated a strong light, like a bunch of small suns embedded in the earth. As the energy accumulated, the light ball in the center of the device began to rotate violently, emitting a dazzling golden glow. The runes and gems inside the engine lit up one by one, and the sunlight patterns surrounding the device were like flowing golden flames, bursting with dazzling light that was difficult to look directly at.

As the humming sound became louder and louder, the power of the solar engine finally reached its peak, and pure light energy suddenly spurted out like beams of flames, cutting through the sky, illuminating the earth, and rushing straight towards the army of Khorne's servants.

Buckron, who was on standby, looked up at the pure light energy moving across the sky. Although it was not the first time he had seen it, he still showed an expression of obsession and desire. In the battles of the past few days, he had witnessed the terrifying power of this weapon, which was far beyond the reach of the Reaper Ballista. If his army could...

The pure light carried a fiery energy, and wherever it went, it was like the sun itself descending on the earth. The beam pierced through the blood rain, cut through the air, and hit the array of Khorne's servants at lightning speed. A huge roar resounded through the sky, and the earth trembled under this endless light.

The fanatical servants of Khorne were just immersed in the ecstasy of the upcoming slaughter, but now they were instantly engulfed by the deadly light energy. The strong shock wave completely disrupted their formation, and wherever the light beam passed, their flesh and blood turned into ashes in an instant, and the horned helmets on their heads and the armor on their bodies evaporated together.

The ground was scorched black by the blazing light energy, and the solar engine continued to spray beams, constantly destroying the enemies who tried to advance. The light illuminated the entire battlefield, dispelling all darkness and evil, and even the sky was purified at this moment.

Although the beams of the solar engine were fierce and merciless, the servants of Khorne did not retreat. Their wills were inspired by the light to a deeper level of fanaticism and madness, and the blood-red light in their eyes became more and more blazing, reflecting their endless desire for killing and destruction.

Each beam destroyed a portion of them, but the vacant positions were immediately filled by more servants. These bloodthirsty maniacs, who did not have the fear instinct of ordinary creatures, continued their mad charge.

The beams continued to shoot out from the solar engine, sweeping the battlefield frantically, turning all evil into nothingness. The ground was burned black under the continuous bombardment of the beams, and the air was filled with the smell of burning ashes and blood.

However, these servants of Khorne were like monsters without feeling pain, and seemed to have completely transcended pain and fear. They ran wildly in the rain of blood, roaring and pouncing on the enemy. Their brass armor and weapons became extremely hot under the illumination of the beams.

It makes sense that the Duruchi mercenaries and pirates collapsed. They had never experienced a battle of such intensity and they had never faced such a terrifying enemy.

The footsteps of Khorne's servants were heavy but they never stopped, their eyes burning with pure hatred and bloodthirsty fanaticism. Every step they took carried the power of destruction, and every roar they made announced to the whole world that they were unstoppable.

The Slann Mage Priests gathered together, guarded by the Temple Guards. They could sense that the evil power of Khorne was corrupting the earth and infecting the energy in the leyline network. They closed their eyes, and through will and spells, they merged themselves with the ancient leyline network and began to draw energy from it.

As their spells echoed in the air, the energy in the spiritual vein network was quickly activated, and surging power surged out from deep within the earth, like streams of incandescent light, flickering in the air.

As if responding to their call, the sky began to change dramatically.

Sometimes red blood rain fell from the sky, dyeing the earth into a bloody ocean. Sometimes normal rain fell again, trying to purify the air filled with the smell of corruption. This repeated change tore the sky apart, and the sky itself struggled between the pull of the two forces.

The spells of the Slann magic priests became more and more complex and rapid, and the struggle for power entered a white-hot stage. The earth could not bear this confrontation of power, and it trembled violently and groaned in pain.

The collision of forces filled the entire battlefield with a sense of oppression, and the air was filled with tension and anxiety.

The two sides were in a stalemate for a long time, and the blood rain continued to fall continuously, as if it would never end.

Thanks to the Kith steel from Naggaroth, the solar engine can now fire continuously. Although the beams of the solar engine ruthlessly destroyed wave after wave of Khorne's servants, they could not completely curb their rage. Every time the beams penetrated their bodies, the surviving servants would rush forward more frantically. The more fierce the attack of the solar engine, the stronger their fanaticism and desire.

At this moment, a flash of lightning suddenly lit up the black and red sky. The lightning tore through the sky, shining with a frightening light, illuminating everything on the battlefield as bright as day. Then came the second and third lightning bolts, and the thunder rolled and was deafening. The Slann Mage Priests summoned a thunderstorm of the heavenly calamity level. The lightning and thunder, with endless fury, fell from the sky and violently struck the ranks of Khorne's servants.

The followers of Khorne fell one after another in the violent thunder and lightning, and the blood rain and thunder and lightning intertwined into a doomsday-like scene. Each lightning seemed to penetrate their souls, and their bodies gradually shattered in the light.

The servants of Khorne continued to advance, like countless torrents of flesh and blood. The power of Khorne was fully displayed in their roars, and the atmosphere on the battlefield became increasingly crazy and chaotic. Even the thunderstorm in the sky failed to quell this anger, but instead became a catalyst for their increasing violence. Although countless companions disappeared in the light and thunderstorm, they still did not waver, and their charge was like an endless frenzy.

They have only one goal, to kill and destroy! They fight for Khorne and will never surrender on this battlefield. Although their bodies are destroyed, their desire for killing cannot be destroyed.

The Slann magic priests continued to cast their spells, guiding the lightning more accurately, like a huge sword, piercing the heart of Khorne's servants. Every lightning was accompanied by a huge roar, hitting the Khorne servants into pieces, bloody and mangled.

As lightning flashed, Lord Adoshi-Tehega, who was good at using the Wind of Piety, exerted his strength. His spell echoed in the air, and a dazzling golden light began to gather in the air, gradually forming a huge sphere.

At first, the sphere was just a flickering shadow, a mixture of light and shadow. But as his spell grew stronger, the shadowy form gradually condensed and became more substantial. Finally, a huge sphere made of pure gold took shape in the air, emitting a suffocating pressure, like a sphere of judgment descending from heaven.

Under his control, the golden orb began to slowly descend, aiming at the battle path that the servants of Khorne were on. As the orb approached the ground, its power grew stronger, illuminating the entire battlefield. Finally, the golden orb slammed into the battle path with a deafening roar that shook the entire earth.

After the orb hit the ground, it did not stop its destructive journey, but rolled down the ramp, crushing everything along the way. The servants of Khorne tried to resist, but their weapons and armor seemed so fragile and powerless in the face of such a huge force. Where the golden orb rolled over, the ground became charred, and flesh and bones were crushed into powder.

However, the destruction was far from over.

As the ball was crushing, strange changes began to appear on the surface of the ball. A burst of golden light flashed, and the ball suddenly cracked into countless cracks, from which golden hounds jumped out. They were not ordinary hounds, but the embodiment of the wind of the pious sect, and they were the embodiment of the will of Adoshi-Tehega.

The golden hounds gathered around the orb and quickly pounced on the surrounding Khorne servants. At the same time, Khorne's flesh hounds roared and pounced on them. The war road suddenly fell into chaos, the confrontation between brass and gold, the collision between flesh and metal, and a brutal contest began.

The flesh hounds brandished their sharp claws and fangs, trying to tear the golden hound's hard shell. Their blood-red eyes, which seemed to be able to penetrate the golden defense, were filled with rage and desire.

The golden hounds showed no weakness, dodging attacks with lightning speed and using their tough metal bodies to fight back. Their teeth were as sharp as saw teeth, and every bite could tear the flesh of the flesh hounds.

The two sides bit each other, and the collision of brass and gold made a sharp metal friction sound in the air, and sparks flew everywhere. The flesh hound's flesh was torn to pieces by the attack of the golden hound, and the golden hound was also left with deep scratches in the counterattack of the flesh hound. With the blessing of strength, both sides were tireless and continued to attack.

At the same time, the golden ball was still crushing ruthlessly.

Viena put down the shield in her left hand and wiped the blood off her face with her left hand. Perhaps it was the effect of the rain, or perhaps it was the eruption of her body's functions, her trembling body shuddered uncontrollably.

She had been stationed in Atorak for a hundred years, and had seen a lot of strange things in the chaotic wasteland. She thought she was knowledgeable and had seen everything, but she had never seen the scene before. The intensity of the battle before Atorak was far from comparable to the current one.

She felt like a lone boat in a storm, which could capsize at any time. She didn't think the upcoming battle was something she should participate in at her level. But what could she do? She couldn't just run away like those mercenaries and pirates who had chosen to flee. Moreover, those mercenaries and pirates wanted to flee but couldn't. Dorian had made strict arrangements before that. Even if she could run away, how far could she run in this terrifying rain forest?

And... there was no more and, she didn't have time to think about it. She saw the light of the golden sphere gradually dimming, and her judgment was correct. The golden sphere slowly stopped in the center of the battlefield and finally disappeared.

Now, there is good news and bad news. The bad news is that the servants of Khorne have not been defeated and are still keeping up the charge. The good news is that the formation of the servants of Khorne has been disrupted under the continuous attacks and has lost the initial terror.

The good news is that the garrison of Asherel did not face the servants of Khorne directly like the traditional way of fighting. The terrain was constantly rising, and the servants of Khorne needed to attack from above. Before the two sides came into contact, the servants of Khorne had to pass through several gullies full of mud. The servants of Khorne needed to move slowly to cross the gullies, and before the two sides came into contact, the servants of Khorne had to cross an obstacle.

A fleet from Naggaroth arrived at Chapeyuto not long ago, bringing with it a large amount of Kith steel in addition to the residues that Asheril needed to pave the roads.

Before setting off, Dorian brought this batch of Kiss steel. Kiss steel was put to great use. After being spliced ​​by the Slann magic priests, these Kiss steels formed a powerful obstacle. Although there were not many, it was enough for the defense of Duruchi. The defense of the lizardmen could only use wooden obstacles or stones. "The rift in the abyss has been opened! Now, let them see! Who! Is the real strong one!" Viena, with bloodshot eyes, raised the scimitar in his hand and roared.

"Druch!"

"Spear and shield!"

"Druch!"

The unique puffing sound of the Druki horn resounded through the sky, marking the beginning of a fierce battle. The attacks of the Reaper Ballista and the Black Crossbowmen swept across the battlefield like a storm. The ballista made a low hum as the huge bow arm twisted, and the huge arrows whistled out and pierced the army of Khorne's servants like sharp blades.

The arrows pierced through the flesh hound in the front, nailing it to the ground. Some arrows even pierced through several vampires, stringing their bodies together.

At the same time, the Black Crossbowmen launched a more intensive attack with the crossbows in their hands. The crossbow arrows made a sharp whistling sound in the air, as if carrying a malicious omen, and shot accurately at the target. Continuous arrows fell like raindrops, covering the path of the Khorne servants.

Despite such a dense rain of arrows, the servants of Khorne were not afraid and continued to charge forward madly.

The flesh hounds were running wildly in front of them. At this moment, they became real dogs, paddling their limbs in the mud quickly, trying to cross the muddy gullies. Their eyes were flashing with blood-red light, and sticky blood was dripping from their mouths. Although the mud slowed them down, they still charged forward tirelessly.

The vampires following the flesh hounds looked even more bizarre and ferocious. Unlike the previous few days, they had learned their lesson. Instead of holding the greatswords with their left hands, they tightly grasped the flesh hounds' tails. They were like a group of eerie ghosts, using the hounds' power to drag themselves through the quagmire.

Mud and water splashed everywhere, the flesh hounds' claws and the bloodletter's body were covered in mud, but they didn't care at all. This chaotic battlefield became their paradise.

The Slann magic priests who had eaten the dried grubs exerted their strength again, and as they raised their hands in the air, the swamp suddenly seemed to come alive, becoming cunning and fierce. The muddy area that was originally just an obstacle to their steps now became a living being. The swamp began to roll and twist, becoming more viscous and more deadly.

The swamps in some areas suddenly collapsed and turned into a man-eating swamp, swallowing up all creatures that approached it. Flesh hounds and bloodletters were caught off guard and fell into these quagmires as they passed by. Their limbs struggled frantically, trying to escape, but the quagmire seemed to have consciousness, sucking them tightly and sinking them deeper and deeper. Their struggles only made the quagmire more ferocious, until these terrible creatures were completely swallowed up.

The swamps in some areas began to roll like surging waves, pushing the flesh hounds and bloodletters into an even more dangerous abyss. The creatures moving forward in the swamp were knocked off balance by this sudden force, and the already scattered army formation became even more chaotic.

In these rolling muds, patches of sharp thorns suddenly emerged. These thorns seemed to have grown from the abyss, covered with sharp spikes and carrying deadly toxins. As soon as these aggressive plants appeared, they were like hungry beasts, frantically attacking the surrounding enemies.

The thorny vines were like poisonous snakes, quickly wrapping around the flesh hounds and bloodletters, dragging them into the depths of the quagmire. Each thorn seemed to be filled with vengeful anger, tearing at the flesh and blood of these Khorne servants, even piercing their hard bones and nailing them firmly into the quagmire.

However, despite facing such a horrific attack, the charge of the flesh hounds and vampires showed no signs of stopping. The flesh hounds entangled in the thorns frantically bit off the thorny vines and rushed forward. The vampires dragged into the quagmire ignored the threat of death and still struggled to break free, approaching the enemy's defense line.

The tenacity and madness of the flesh hounds and bloodletters are frightening. In their eyes there is only a desire for slaughter. The thorns and rolling mud in the swamp cannot stop them. Every step they take is filled with endless anger and murderous intent. Even if they are dragged into the swamp or trapped in thorns, they will never retreat, and even become more violent. In their minds, only killing can bring relief, and only blood can calm the madness in their hearts.

When the Khorne servants finally crossed the ravine, the arrows of the Black Crossbowmen rained down again. The flesh hounds were pierced by arrows and let out a shrill howl, but the bloodletters following behind took advantage of this moment of confusion to speed up, leaping over obstacles with all their might, trying to throw themselves into the slaughter.

The Reaper Ballista continued to fire huge arrows, knocking down the Khorne servants who tried to break through the defense line one by one. Some arrows pierced the bodies of the bloodletters and nailed them to the ground, while those who escaped by chance had difficulty walking under the rain of arrows from the Black Crossbowmen.

The battlefield has become the epitome of chaos and violence.

The howling of flesh hounds, the roar of bloodletters, the roar of crossbows and the whistling of arrows intertwined to form a hellish scene. The servants of Khorne charged madly in this chaos. Although their formation was already in a mess, their endless desire for killing did not diminish at all, but became more violent after each injury.

Every roar and every drop of blood is their praise to Khorne, driving them to move forward in the shadow of death.

"Stand back and conduct blocking fire! The Black Crossbowmen return to the formation!" After giving the order, Viena picked up the shield standing upright on the ground and raised the Messer knife in his hand high.

The lightness of the Reaper Ballista and the well-trained Asherel garrison were fully demonstrated at this moment. The crew members who received the order showed a speed faster than in previous training and quickly disassembled the Reaper Ballista. Then they carried the parts and retreated without looking back.

Just as the artillery crew members were retreating, the Black Sharp Crossbowmen returned to the army formation. Next, they would launch projectiles and, at the critical moment, step forward to cooperate with their comrades in close combat.

"Warriors of Naggaroth! For the Lord of Blades! For the Witch King! For the Archon! Attack!"

Ms. Vienne was clad in heavy armor made of Kith steel. The key parts of the armor were inlaid with runes shaped by the sorceresses stationed in Asheril. The runes representing Edreze flickered with a strange light in the haze of the battlefield.

In front of her, a huge flesh hound was jumping over the steel fence and rushing towards her. The flesh hound's eyes were like burning flames, and its blood-red muscles contracted under its body, full of primitive violence and desire. Its huge mouth full of fangs was opening, spewing a foul smell, and it rushed straight towards her.

Viena, who had been fighting for three days, showed no fear, but a sneer. She walked steadily, stepped back slightly with her left foot, lowered her center of gravity, and drew an elegant arc with the Messer knife in her hand. The several thin chains hanging on the edge of the armor made a crisp metal collision sound as she moved.

When the flesh hound pounced in front of her, she swung her knife fiercely, and the blade cut through the air and cut into the flesh hound's throat like lightning. Blood spurted out, staining her armor red, but she did not hesitate.

She swung the shield in her left hand at the fleshhound's neck with incredible force, pressing the fleshhound's head hard to the ground. With a dull thud, the fleshhound's head hit the ground hard, letting out its final whine.

As the Messer knife chopped down, the life of the flesh hound was completely over. As a veteran warrior, a warrior who had been in battle for a long time, her breathing was steady and calm, her eyes were like cold steel, and then she locked onto the next group of approaching enemies. Her behavior was like an example, like a flag, inspiring the surrounding Duruchi soldiers. Under the leadership of commanders at all levels, the soldiers advanced and retreated in an orderly manner, killing the enemies who rushed over.

The hideous and terrifying bloodletters are lesser Khorne demons, tough and bloodthirsty infantry. When fighting, they will rush in quickly, chop the enemy in half, and then quickly leave to find a new enemy. Their eyes are filled with endless desire for blood. Every time they kill an enemy, they will shout loudly, and the terrifying roar echoes around the Shura Field, and everyone who hears it is terrified.

But at this moment they were blocked by Druch's well-prepared army formation. The heavily armored Dread Spearmen in the front row calmly raised the Skypiercers in their hands. Their faces looked particularly cold under their helmets, and there was no trace of fear in their eyes, only the same madness, bloodthirstiness and desire for killing as the vampires.

When the vampires rushed over, they did not retreat a single step. In an instant, under the command of the officers, they collectively swung their Skypiercers, like a steel wall, to meet the demons that were rushing towards them. The spear tip pierced the vampire's body accurately, and the sharp metal penetrated the vampire's body, bringing out a stream of dark red blood.

At the same time, behind the Dread Spearmen, the Dark Swordsmen held their swords tightly, watching the battlefield with their eyes fixed on them. They did not attack rashly, but calmly observed the enemy's movements, waiting for that moment of weakness. After the vampire's attacks were repelled many times, they suddenly burst out with amazing speed, rushing out like lightning, the swords in their hands flashing, drawing swift arcs in the air, and going straight to the enemy's vital points.

Some of the Gloomy Swordsmen were knocked down by the greatswords wielded by the bloodletters, and some were directly cut in half, but more swordsmen showed accurate and deadly swordsmanship, and each of their strikes was full of destructive power. The blades cut deep wounds on the bloodletters' bodies, bringing out pieces of flesh and blood. Their offensive swept like a tide, and the enemy's body continued to collapse under the blades, but they did not linger in the fight. Soon they were protected by the advancing fear spearmen and staggered to retreat steadily into the army formation.

Some of the fallen but still struggling gloomy swordsmen were dragged into the military formation, which kept changing, waiting in place, advancing, and retreating.

Drucci's art of war was fully demonstrated in this team.

After the black crossbowmen had loaded their quivers, they raised their crossbows as they did during training, and the dense rain of arrows they fired was like a cold storm of death. The arrows constantly harassed the vampires' already scattered formation, forcing them to slow down, blocking the way for the following vampires to advance, and preventing them from quickly approaching Duruchi's army.

This brief pause was exactly the opportunity that the Dread Spearmen and Gloomy Swordsmen needed. At the officers' orders, the army formation changed again, and they rushed forward without hesitation again.

Viena once again assumed a fighting stance, her figure was like a statue as still as a mountain, and when the vampire approached, she suddenly burst into amazing speed. She leaned over to avoid the vampire's greatsword sweep, and when the vampire retracted the greatsword and swept it out again, she raised her shield to block, and the shield blocked the vampire's heavy blow. The steel-clad shield flew sparks at the moment of impact. While she shouted, she stepped her left heel tightly on the soil to prevent herself from being knocked back.

The Messiah knife hidden in the shield drew a precise arc in the air and went straight to the belly of the vampire. The blade penetrated deep into the enemy's body, bringing out a pool of black and red blood.

The injured vampire howled with excitement and stretched out his left claw to grab the head that was exposed by Viena's dislocated shield.

Viena quickly lowered her head, and her claws scraped past her helmet. At the same time, she adjusted her posture and slashed with her backhand. The vampire was knocked back by the blow. She took the opportunity to kick him in the heart, and the tip of the front of her shoe armor kicked the vampire heavily in the chest, knocking him to the ground.

Then, she used the blade to chop off his head without hesitation, and the enemy's body twitched a few times on the ground before completely losing its life. But she had no time to rest, because more vampires had surrounded her.

Dorian, who was standing on the back of the ancient triceratops and closely watching the changes in the battle situation, breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that the first wave of Chaos attacks had been temporarily contained. Like the previous few days, his old boss, the veteran Dread Lord Viena, once again stabilized the front line. Then he looked back at the two high grounds that were still firing, confirmed that there was no problem with the high ground, and looked into the distance, into the city.

After a moment, the Skin Lizard Priest's words mixed with Elsalin interrupted his gaze. He shook his head first, then responded in Lizardman language, dispelling the Skin Lizard Priest's idea of ​​starting the Engine of the Gods right now. Then, he looked at the behemoths swallowing the refined feed and the Skin Lizard Auxiliary Soldiers preparing food for Duruchi, and he kept thinking in his mind.

While the battle of Zahuitak was in full swing, Chapeuto's army was also making its final assembly.

At the same time, deep in the jungle, a giant snake was rushing towards Zhahuitak. (End of this chapter)