Warhammer in a box

Chapter 254: Nurgle Navy
Tzeentch, the Lord of Change, is the god of magic. He grants his followers who have no magical abilities the ability to use magic.

"You scum who believes in Chaos! Die!"

The moment Ragnar saw the flames of Tzeentch he started shooting at Eric.

"Bang, bang, bang."

Continuous firing of the Bolt Pistol.

However, the bomb was melted by the chaos fire before it hit the target, or was blocked by a layer of magic barrier around it.

Looking at the shining shield, Ragnar thought.

"Station shield? Psionic barrier?"

This was Ragnar's first battle against a wizard from this world, and a follower of Tzeentch at that.

Although they do not belong to the same world, the power belonging to Tzeentch is still a headache.

Flowing deep in their genes, the long-standing hatred between the Space Wolves and the traitor Primarch Magnus and his chapter, the Thousand Sons, makes every Space Wolf have an extraordinary hatred for those who use psionics, or the magic users of this world.

Eric continued to use magic against Ragnar, and the entire Hall City was filled with Tzeentch magic. Anyone who was accidentally contaminated by it turned to ashes in painful struggle.

The lucky ones all ran out the door.

Wasmer also fled among the crowd. He felt that the Terrans were much more difficult to deal with than he had imagined.

Now the person in charge of the treasury sequence has been exposed. Although he can no longer implicate more people, without an economic source, this is also a heavy blow to the Black Purple Hand. Without an economic source, it will be several times more difficult to corrupt others.

There is no need to stay in Middenheim any longer, the cost will far outweigh the gain.

Although the cost of abandoning Middenheim was high, in order not to expose himself and the entire church, Wasmier decided to withdraw all the believers and move them to other areas of Middenland.

He couldn't defeat them in a fight, and even his best hiding skills were useless. He didn't know how these Terrans found them!
Wasmael looked back with hatred, realizing that everything he had built over the past decade had been destroyed by the Terrans!

At this moment, Eric was still fighting with Ragnar in the hall.

At this time, Eric's fighting ability was close to that of some instructors in the Mage Academy.

Even Ragnar has to be careful with forces that defy the laws of physics.

Fortunately, Fenrir Wolf Death has always been by his side.

Facing the incoming chaos magic, Death continued to use frost magic to continuously shield Ragnar from damage.

"Well done Death!"

Ragnar found the right moment, and the power armor plus the terrifying physical strength even made him run with an afterimage.

"So fast!"

With a wolf howl, Ragnar grabbed Eric's feet. The size difference made Eric like a toy in Ragnar's hands.

With one hand on his feet and the other on his head, Ragnar showed a cruel expression and smashed Eric's waist directly against his knees.

With a crisp cracking sound, Eric's spine was broken directly, and his eyes widened and he stopped breathing.

Ragnar casually threw Eric's body aside.

"Martial law! The whole city is under martial law! There must be accomplices among these officials!"

But even if martial law was imposed quickly, the cultists who got the news had already prepared to flee.

When statistics were collected afterwards, it was found that the number of officials who had disappeared actually reached 10% of the total number!

Todd Brig was terrified at the thought. Eric alone had caused such great harm. If these 10% of traitors rebelled at an important moment, he couldn't imagine what the consequences would be.

The more scared he was, the more he had to admit the strength of these Terra people.

In the days that followed, Terra's intervention became increasingly smooth, and even Middenheim, the leader of the northern human empire, began to agree with the empire's new policies, leaving only a few elector lords still opposing it.

However, the more smoothly Terra's policies were implemented, the more frequent the Chaos activities were throughout the empire. After the evil gods knew how powerful the Emperor and Terra were, they decided that they could not sit idly by and watch Terra continue to grow.

In addition to frantically ordering his demons to search for Zhang Heng's kingdom of God in the Chaos Demon Realm.

On the other hand, the laws of the two worlds prevent them from interfering in the mortal world, but they can command their chosen ones.

Above the sea, overlooking the deck, there was a foul-smelling, slippery, unknown slime all over the deck, with maggots crawling out of it from time to time.

The sails were made of the fur of some giant animal, and they were severely rotten. The sea breeze emitted a pungent smell that was enough to suffocate people.

"One, two, three! Raise the sail! Turn the rudder!" A crew member covered with pustules and sores was controlling the ship.

A bloated man covered with octopus tentacles, holding a huge battle axe and a ship's rudder on his tentacles, kept saying something.

Gotrit Spit, a powerful Champion of Nurgle.

He was the Admiral of the Nurgle Navy, and was an extremely good sea hunter before becoming the Champion of Nurgle.

Originally, he and his fleet were hunting down an imperial fleet, but suddenly he felt the will of his kind father.

"Lord Gotreit, we are about to catch up with that fleet!"

Hearing his men's words, Gotreit used his tentacles to knock them into the sea without hesitation.

"I repeat again, this is what will happen to anyone who dares to question my orders!"

Seeing the consequences of being thrown into the sea, all the crew members corrupted by Nurgle worked even harder.

Gotreit was extremely excited at this time. He had been hunting on the sea and he had not received any orders from his father for a long time.

In addition, the High Elf fleet has no intention of patrolling the sea, which has allowed him to reap great rewards recently. However, the current harvest is not enough to obtain the blessing of the kind father.

"Heading to Marienburg in the Human Empire, I want to upgrade my magic!"

Not only on the sea, but also in Hawke's territory in the inland of the empire, another Nurgle champion with outstanding achievements in the original plot also began his own actions.

Festus, the leech lord, had brutally sawed off Laun's head.

The cult run by Festus has infiltrated the Imperial Medical Association, and it is conceivable that if he takes action, the Empire will suffer great harm.

At this time, he also received Nurgle's order and began to act. He dropped a drop of dark green liquid into the drinking water of Hawke's territory and disappeared.

The minor skirmishes are about to end, and the real Chaos army can no longer hold back and is ready to start a war.

At this time, Bourne was riding a huge warship and two smaller ships heading towards Lustria.

The sturdy hull and huge tonnage make the fleet unconcerned about any natural disasters.

"Confirm the course! Captain, we will arrive according to the nautical chart in two days!"

"Very good! Keep on course!"

Bourne had passed the initial novelty and curiosity, and his original excitement for the sea was gradually worn away by the monotonous life.

Life on the sea is so boring. If we were to travel at the speed of those primitive fleets in the Middle Ages, it would take many times longer.

"Hey...it would be nice if we could meet some enemies!"

After the battleship was built, the huge caliber of the gun barrel made Bourne have the urge to give it a try.

But even though Terra is rich in resources, waste is still shameful.

"Captain! Unknown ship spotted ahead! Should we open fire?"

Listening to the observer's words, Bourne suddenly became alert.

(End of this chapter)