Warhammer

The knights were disarmed, stripped of their armor, put on ordinary civilian clothes, and detained outside the palace waiting.

The priestesses and maids were divided into two groups. The beastman maids checked their bodies to make sure they were not hiding anything and then led the first group in.

The priest was left with the second group of people, a total of six people. Three maids went in first, leaving only the priest Ewen and another maid left outside anxiously.

Time passed minute by minute, and the only sound in the air was the heavy breathing of the angry-horned beasts, accompanied by a faint smell of sulfur.

Ivan's face was a little pale, but she didn't panic or have weak legs. Instead, the maid who had supported her before was under great pressure and was staggering. She almost fainted, but Ivan supported her.

The huge palace door seems to be used for giants to enter and exit. Perhaps the builders took into consideration that there are many "large units" such as centaurs and minotaurs among the beastmen. If the door is made too small, people like Misha and the centaur girl will be unhappy when they need it, and they will call the architect casually, which will bring bad luck to them.

Of course, perhaps there is also the purpose of highlighting momentum and enhancing reputation.

In order to cater to the tastes of the beastmen and please Aiur, the people who designed the palace drew a lot of inspiration from tribal architecture in terms of appearance, the most important of which were the two elements of "totem seal" and "skull".

The golden gate has the symbols of Anti-Khorne and the All-Seeing Eye on the upper left and right respectively; and the icons of a winged heart and ouroboros on the lower left and right.

In the middle is the eight-pointed six-pointed mark of the Eternal Chosen. Initially, the craftsmen planned to select suitable bones to piece them together and then fix them on, but after being rejected by Al, they used iron plated with copper instead.

The door is divided into two parts, left and right, and opens from the middle, which means that the symbol of El will be divided into two halves every time it opens and closes. He found it strange after seeing it, but it also felt surprisingly fitting.

Four mothers, half on each side.

Iven and the last little maid stood in front of the gate. In comparison, they looked so small, like human women who had strayed into the giant kingdom and were captured in front of the king's court, waiting for unknown treatment from the terrible giant king inside the gate.

After a long time, the door never opened again, as if it had swallowed up everything. It was quiet, with no sound coming from behind.

Beads of sweat had begun to drip down the maid's pretty face, dripping onto the ground or soaking into her clothes.

However, Ivan's mood gradually calmed down as time passed, and his face regained some of its rosiness, no longer as pale as before.

She was mentally prepared for what was going to happen next.

The situation did not change until the cold footsteps were heard again.

The angry-horned beast guards seemed to have received some instructions in a special way. They divided into two teams and walked up the stairs, sandwiching Iven and the maid in the middle, but their target was not them. The two tall guards in the front walked forward, grabbed the door knocker, flexed their muscles, and walked to both sides with steady steps.

The palace gate slowly opened in front of Iven, and a deep, dense darkness that seemed to swallow people came into view.

Yiwen took a deep breath, let go of the hand that was supporting the maid, and ignoring the latter's subconscious attempts to stop her, he took light steps and stepped in.

.......

There is another world beyond the darkness.

The spacious hall has columns, murals, curtains, red carpets, and the most striking feature of the entire front hall, the grand throne located at the highest point, on the steps.

A masked figure was sitting there, on that chair, looking down at Ivan.

Next to him stood Misha, who had a serious face and was stern, and Kael'thas, who was holding a scroll and temporarily took over the responsibility of writing history for the tribe.

There was no blood flowing all over the ground, no broken limbs, and no figures of the first three maids who were hung, bruised and tortured in the most terrifying vision. Everything was quiet.

But they disappeared, as if they had never been here.

The woman's heart trembled and she looked up quickly.

Ivan met the gaze of the masked figure. Being a very sensitive woman, she almost instantly realized the dissatisfaction and anger contained in the gaze.

Before this, Ewen, including, at least the women in their group of selected women, had never seen Al sitting on the throne. Except for informal and very formal occasions, the boy did not like that. Most of the time, even if he sat on it, he would lie down or even lie prone. Anyway, the place was big enough and they could do whatever was comfortable for them.

But they all remembered and witnessed with their own eyes the sight of Al wearing a mask, riding on the back of a centaur, walking across the avenue, stepping on the flower petals they had scattered, taking off the mask, and waving to the crowd.

Legions and giant beasts followed behind him, from the earth to the sky, with battle flags flying. A strong smell of blood wafted from afar, from their armor and weapons. Now only the frenzy of celebrating victory remained.

Iven recalled that time, which should be the first time that the tribal army held a victory parade among the Estalia people, in the city of Weiling, and saw the young man sitting in the palm of the huge bull-headed beast, taking off the mask, revealing his stunningly charming face behind the mask, his cheeks flushed, and full of joy.

His mask has always been made of iron, without any patterns or decorations. It is very plain and simple, and only serves to conceal his appearance.

Iven took a few steps forward, and the maid followed in with trembling steps, falling behind her. Seeing her walking forward, she was very scared, and even more afraid that she would be left behind alone and receive extra attention, so she hurriedly stepped forward to catch up.

But unexpectedly, he retreated and became limp, falling to the ground.

The scream was strangled in the throat halfway through. The maid covered her mouth with tears in her eyes and had to stop herself from looking up.

Ivan stopped, took a deep breath, stepped back a few steps, quickly helped the maid up, and the two walked forward together.

"What do you have to say."

The boy's voice came faintly from the throne. Al leaned forward, crossed his fingers in front of his lips, and pressed his elbows on his thighs.

He made a classic commander pose.

The woman who had walked to the bottom of the stairs and was standing in a position similar to where the elf Leah was standing before paused, bowed to El on the throne, and did not stand up, but just shook her head.

Seeing this, Al snorted coldly, grabbed a sword from the throne and stood up, taking off his mask while accusing:

"Have I done anything wrong to you?"

"No, my family and I are very grateful to you. Without your rescue, I would have died in the city of Weiling." The priestess knelt down, but raised her body and looked at Al. She was not afraid of the sharp blade. She just said it as if stating a fact, and then lowered her head again.

"Who is the person who ran back and forth, fought in various places, and rescued you from the green-skinned butcher's knife? Lilith?" Al thought to himself, if this woman said, "It's all the will of Goddess Lilith", he would not hesitate to use some evil means. Anyway, one saint is fallen, two saints are also fallen, and in the future he plans to abdicate his biological mother and pull her to the camp of the Four Mothers.

But this is too dangerous, so we might as well imprison him permanently or find a way to solve the problem directly.

Ivan shook his head and said, "Although I am a believer in the goddess, I do not blindly obey the almighty. It was you who saved us in times of crisis. No matter which goddess I believe in, this will not change."

Chapter 23: Lilith Church and the Saint

The words were well said, and it was the answer that Al wanted, but the boy was inexplicably angry. He walked down quickly with his sword in hand. His aggressive look frightened the maid behind Iven so much that she collapsed to the ground and crawled backwards using her hands and feet.

El walked up to the priestess and pointed his sword at her, with the tip of his sword just inches away from the beautiful head.

"In that case!"

"I saved your life, why do you treat me like nothing, lie to my subordinates, the ones who saved you, and lead 'that person' into your tricks!"

The boy asked.

The woman's face turned pale for a moment. She raised her head and looked past the shining sword tip at the boy's face.

She swallowed a bit, her red lips trembled slightly, but she just stammered and didn't say a word.

Seeing that the woman did not argue, unlike the maid who had interrogated him before and had panicked and told him everything she knew, begging for mercy, Al sneered, "What a loyal servant, you want to be a saint."

I don’t know if Iven can understand.

Then he threw the sword to the ground, and it bounced off with two clangs.

"I chose you to be Lilith's priestess. I will not kill you. I will send you out of the forest and travel overland to Baator. You ungrateful person... Oh, please do as you please."

Al left behind some sarcastic remarks. He had no intention of killing Lilith. It was just the trouble that Lilith had caused him. He was venting his anger by bullying the other party's believers. This was a popular idea in this world.

If you have a grudge, find the one who caused it. Why bully the mortal believers who are being used as tools?

Although Al knew that this was also a way to directly attack the opponent, just like desecrating rituals and corrupting believers to degenerate, which was also a way to directly attack the gods, but based on Al's current thinking, he could not accept it for the time being.

A few words of verbal humiliation would be fine, but as for exile, it was for two reasons: first, if the other party was deposed but remained in the tribe, eventually the news would inevitably leak out and cause a bad situation; second, if the female priest's identity was not deposed, it would be too disgusting. Even if someone else was replaced, when Lilith's oracle was passed down and her incarnation came, what could those women do?

After much thought, direct expulsion is actually a more appropriate way to deal with it. It will not cause major problems within the tribe, and it can also show Lilith's attitude towards the matter. If Lilith wants to do this kind of thing without prior approval in the future, the cost for all parties will increase. At that time, Al will have a greater psychological advantage to strive for bargaining power.

Then he turned and left. That was enough. Let's just leave it at that. He would wait for a few days and then select a new priest to be assigned to altar number nine.

What are you doing today? Does Alina really want to go hunting?

Or take the third and fourth children fishing? Hera seems to have had a lot of fights these days, so she needs to be more careful.

......

Confident, very confident, because even if he left, El's magic was still watching the two women on the ground, and there would be no situation where someone would suddenly pull out a deadly weapon from under her skirt and rush up to stab him in the back.

He didn't know how strong the power Al possessed now. If we put aside his combat experience, awareness, and bloodiness, and only look at his strength, his spellcasting ability is estimated to be close to the sum of two of the four-robed wizards of the previous Council of Scholars. However, with the blessing of the Omniscient, he can call upon the treasure house of the Omniscient. As long as he is willing to pay the price, he is not afraid of attracting the attention of the big guys. He can even reach the top of the mortal world and touch the kind of person like Taddi Teclis.

Teclis can be said to be the most powerful wizard of the High Elves after Caledor the Dragon Tamer. He banished the Great Demon with his real name, wiped out half of the demon army with a spell, and fought with the Witch King, directly igniting the Phoenix Fire in the opponent's body and burning Malekith so hard that he ran away back home to find his mother.

I fought against Grandpa Nar, and even made the Lord of Death, who almost became a god, Nagash, who ruled the medieval world with eternal death and tranquility, admit that his magical ability is not inferior to mine.

Of course, being backstabbed by a loyal and filial bald man in the end is another story...

Al also felt that the two people below, one who was frightened and the other a pale but calm woman, would not do such a stupid thing.

I told her not to kill her and to send her out of the country with courtesy and back to the civilized world. She should be feeling lucky at this moment. The happiness of surviving a disaster overwhelms everything else. She can't wait to take a car back to the human city. How could she suddenly want to assassinate him?

Well, it seems that the maid was released without saying anything... But it’s just a matter of a sentence, I’m too lazy to explain, I’ll just throw it out together, and you’ll understand.

But the unexpected still happened.

Ivan knelt on the ground and suddenly rushed towards the sword that Al had thrown aside.

Al paused, then continued walking up.

If he really did something stupid, then...it's not his fault.

Ivan gripped the hilt of the sword, and because of his impatience, the sharp blade even cut his delicate palm. Looking at the shining blade, his breathing became rapid. He turned his head and looked at the boy who seemed to be unaware and continued to walk up.

The distance is not far. If you rush fast, you can reach it in two breaths.

She took a deep look at the back of the figure, wearing a mask and riding a centaur to celebrate the triumphal parade, riding a griffin from the sky to lead the army to attack, taking off the mask, a little immature, but naturally charming, heroic and a little androgynous, with a blush on his cheeks, as if shy, but generously greeting the crowd...

"I have done my duty for the goddess, now it is my own business!"

Yiwen thought to himself, then he resolutely raised the sword, placed it on the smooth jade neck, and pulled it to the right with force.

The strange red color gushed out instantly, staining the whiteness.

The woman's body shook twice and then fell down.

Al stopped walking.

He turned around and looked at the fallen woman in astonishment. She was still breathing, her body was still rising and falling, but it was gradually going limp.

Green light condensed from the void and covered the woman.

After a while, the woman felt her body became even stronger. She opened her beautiful eyes in confusion and met Al's gaze.

The boy was very close to her at this time, squatting in front of Ivan.

He had a strange expression and a light in his eyes.

"You, you, you..." Al said "you" three times in a row, his tone excited, and he didn't say a complete sentence. Finally, he suddenly leaned over and bit the priestess's throat.

The woman groaned, but it was not very painful. It turned out that the boy just bit her lightly and sucked away the blood, leaving a faint tooth mark.

He stood up, pulled the woman up, held her face in his hands, and looked at her curiously.

"interesting."

Al praised, caressing the priestess's face and leaning down as if for a kiss.

Iven's body trembled, and she instinctively wanted to dodge back, but when she realized that Al's target was only her forehead, she stopped and let the boy's lips imprint on her smooth forehead.

Al's kiss lasted for a short while before he let her go. He looked down at her kneeling on the ground, weak and soaked in blood, and laughed.

"Among those people, how many are as special as you?"

After saying that, he walked towards the throne with a smile. After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped. A crack tore apart from his side, and a strange purple lightning bolt shot out from it!

"Snapped!"

"babble!!!"

Iven's body was struck by lightning. The purple light hit her chest. Her body, which was already trembling due to blood loss, fell down all of a sudden. After the severe pain, she didn't feel that uncomfortable.

So she struggled and got up from the ground again. She felt something strange in her chest and subconsciously raised her hand to touch it. Apart from the blood stains on her chest, there was nothing else unusual.

Al then walked up and said:

"This is my mark. With your personality, you'd better follow me instead of being treated as consumables and pawns by following my stepmother."

Ivan said nothing, his face turned pale, his body went limp again, and he had to support himself on his elbows.

"Take her to the back to change into a set of clothes. Um...I want to watch you change, okay?"

Al returned to the throne and sat cross-legged on it. His eyes were bright and active, as if he had discovered a new toy.

"..."

Ivan didn't say anything, but pursed her lips and tried to get up from the ground. At this time, the maid behind her finally came to her senses from the series of accidents. In her panic, she finally did one thing, which was to run over and help Ivan stand up from the ground.

"Oh right..." Al thought of something and added, "I will establish a church for my mother goddess, Her Highness Lilith. In the future, in the Southern Kingdom, at least within the tribe, this will be the only, correct, and true faith in Lilith."

"You, to be the first Pope, an apostle, a saint... Never mind, whatever sounds good, it's you anyway."

Chapter 24: Al! You are just a stinky ( ) [Why did the group explode?]