Warhammer

The speed and range of the Iron Throne's disintegration and the vertical strike on the ground enemies were manipulated and controlled by Al with full concentration. It couldn't even be called control, but just exerting influence to the utmost, which consumed a huge amount of his mental and physical strength. And this was only the beginning of the spell not being fully condensed and disconnected from the real Iron Throne on the other side of the Chaos Realm.

By the time it was completely transformed and began to fall, Al could no longer exert any further influence on it.

Al is now in a very weak state. He must focus all his energy on spells to prevent accidental injuries and cause as much casualties as possible, such as to the greenskins' back-row shooters, artillery positions, and the most crowded places.

The majestic torrent of magical winds continuously converges towards the sky. As the most important node in the mortal world, El is like a lighthouse at this time. It is difficult to avoid the eyes that are sensitive to the flow of magical winds.

But as mentioned before, El's position is at the rear of the battlefield. It is possible that he will be beheaded by the enemy, but it is very small. After all, Misha's commander's flag is still in front of him, and he has 54 highly hybridized immortal guards who can even be called "El Demons", so the possibility of encountering an unexpected situation is very small...

Weird.

The medieval world has never lacked such surprises from "impossible" to "completely possible".

Even though the greenskins are reckless, the pirates are not blind. Once such a terrible spell is completed, even the undead can imagine the instant reversal of the battlefield situation. But now the battlefield has been completely opened up, and both sides are competing to win, just waiting for one side to show a slump or mistake, and then open up the situation.

No one dared to retreat. In order to prevent the pirates from doing as they did in the Battle of Tolosa, where they sold out their teammates and fled when they saw the situation was hopeless, the greenskins placed several troops of wolf cavalry and black orc supervisors in the rear as backup, and also to monitor these dishonest allies.

Try to make them last as long as possible.

The front line has been completely opened. In this battlefield where the two sides are close to each other and are infiltrating towards each other, all the commanders can do is to ensure that the troops where needed can be filled in time and the holes where needed can be replenished in time. In a highly dense battlefield, it is almost impossible for the greenskins to carry out complex personnel transfers with their low level of organization.

This has led to the current situation.

Unable to move, unable to move. If forced to retreat, the situation in whichever area they retreat to would collapse instantly. Facing this situation, there would be nothing but slow death and pain. It was normal for the enemy to start playing out the remaining cards in an attempt to reverse the situation.

As the generals roared furiously, an order was delivered to a dark, dirty underground passage nearby that was filled with a strong stench.

The pairs of scarlet eyes were like lamps, illuminating the darkness with a blood-red hideousness.

"Greenskin, the greenskin thing sent a message!"

"Yes, yes, the greenskins have surrendered to the great Skaven, Skaven!"

"Ring, ring the bell!"

"Yes, yes! The Horned Rat walks among us!"

As the leaders' orders were conveyed, the very important pheromones in the rats in the dark dungeon quickly turned to the side of fanaticism and fighting. Even the most humble and stupid slave rats could quickly sense it:

War is coming!

The sacred Horned Rat family will once again step onto the surface!

Chapter 115: The Devil of Pleasure, the Brutal Pleasure Valentine

Al thought that in this decisive battle, there would most likely be a third party, and he would be the third party.

A fourth or even fifth party intervenes.

For example, Skaven, Ratmen, Skaven, Ratmen.

But the appearance of those rats still gave him a huge shock.

The Skaven completely hollowed out several hills outside the city of Bilbarry through underground work! As the war machines started, the surface of those hills was directly broken open, as if opening a dark abyss leading to the underground dark world, the rat kingdom!

Like marching ants, dense swarms of rats, big mice, and rats "gushed" out. With every breath, hundreds of big rats rushed out of the passage and entered the ground battlefield.

And there was not even any sign of slowing down in speed and number. An endless stream of rats and big rats spread rapidly across the plains like magma from a volcanic eruption. The black and green rat tide grew larger and larger, and soon it was approaching the size of the Horde and the Greenskin Pirate Alliance combined.

On Al's sand table, the black color he set for the ratmen was expanding at a rapid speed, and had already faintly exceeded the sum of the red and green.

Plague catapults, poison gas cannons, drill-like weapon teams...these war weapons also began to pass through the passages and enter the ground battlefield.

They appear at the back of the legion's flank, and once the ratmen join the battlefield, they will be a huge threat to the tribe.

"mouse!"

Al snapped.

"Has the underground in the south turned into a rat hole again? Why are there so many rats everywhere?!"

Fortunately, the rat people's interference was part of the plan from the beginning.

Al had left enough cards to fight these rats that stalked the gutters and crypts.

As long as we wait until the Iron Throne is released, the enemy in front of us will be smashed to pieces by the power of the sky falling, and the remaining rats will naturally not be a concern.

The War of Snakes and Rats ended after the Great War. The Lizardmen left this world, leaving behind a few remnants, while the Skaven faced siege from the entire world. The Thirteen Councils of the Ruined Rat City chose to risk crossing the sea, with the survival rate of ten rats in a lifetime, to bring the entire clan to the New World. Even if there were occasional survivors in the Old World, only a few were left. Without the Thirteen Councils and the trade exchanges with other clans, the remaining Skaven could only rely on their crazy fertility to continue their race. The unclean and powerful Dimensional Stone technology, the evil and twisted Aberration transformation, the Skaven spells mastered by the Grey Prophets... all fled to the New World along with the large army.

Although Ai'er still didn't know why the rats reappeared in the Old World after such a long time, the Battle of Tolosa was just a glimpse, and the Skaven made a feint and did not use their main force to fight Ai'er head-on, but he had a rough estimate of the power of the rats, which would not be too strong.

Because these elite troops of the latter have to come by crossing the sea, and judging from the situation brought about by the colonial joint fleet that went on an expedition to return to the mainland for support, the activities of the ratmen in the New World are not very rampant at present. On the contrary, once their traces are discovered, they will be besieged by multiple parties and will be in a more miserable situation than those indigenous aborigines.

At least we can see that those truly threatening war weapons and elite troops can influence, but not determine the outcome of a normal war.

As long as he dealt with the enemy in front of him...

(Big Horned Rat onboard!)

(Onboard!!!)

Several figures suddenly rushed out from the shadows and attacked Al, who was among the personal guards, with the force of thunder.

At this time, Al was concentrating on manipulating the magical wind veins that had formed substance around his body, and seemed unaware of this sudden assassination.

The guards reacted very quickly and were ready the moment the movement occurred. They used halberds and swords blessed by divine power and giant gate shields to form a shield wall to protect El's figure behind them.

However, these elite Skaven assassins obviously did not intend to engage in a head-on fight with them. Two shadows rushed through the crowd to attract attention, while the others continued to accelerate, trying to get to Al as quickly as possible.

The Immortal Guards are huge and strong, and are ruthless machines in battle. However, they are slightly insufficient when dealing with small and agile opponents like the Skaven Assassins. Their burly bodies instead leave them with a lot of flaws and space to move around.

The shadow in front soon approached within ten steps of Al.

In order to stop the enemy, the guards, who were extremely angry because the enemy had approached such a close distance, simply gave up attacking and used themselves and their weapons as obstacles to try to stop the Skaven assassin.

However, as assassins of the Horned Rat, these most mysterious and dangerous enemies of the rats have the ability to shuttle in the shadows. If there is really no way out, they will decisively choose to escape into the shadows.

When the shield wall formed by the guards completely blocked the way ahead and there was nowhere to go, several Skaven attackers had almost no hesitation, leaving two people to try to attack head-on, and the other two assassins instantly disappeared into the shadows.

And almost in the next breath after they disappeared into the shadows, two identical figures emerged from the shadows behind the guards, holding green-black daggers and scimitars, and leaped towards Ai'er!

There is no obstruction between the two sides at this moment.

Everything happens in a flash of lightning.

A huge impact suddenly burst out from Al's body, knocking back everyone around him, including his personal guards, regardless of friend or foe. A huge cloud of dust was stirred up under his feet, obscuring his figure.

When the aftermath of the impact dissipated, three assassins had already been killed by the guards who fought without regard for their lives.

The assassins quickly adjusted their status and decisively took advantage of the closer distance to try to launch another attack.

However, after the dust settled, a tall and slender figure suddenly appeared behind Al.

Purple skin, very tall, giving a "plump" and "big" figure, two heads taller than the burly Beastman guards.

Her face was very delicate and white, which formed a strange contrast with the purple skin color of other parts of her body. She was wearing a very strange suit that looked like armor, but more like some kind of erotic decorative protective gear:

The breastplate that protects or highlights the size of the chest, and then the large areas of exposed skin, which do not block what should be protected; the underwear that is slightly larger, maybe only has a little defensive power - can it slightly prevent a kick in the crotch?, and then the two leg armors with gorgeous patterns and high-heeled combat boots, which are all the decorations for the lower body.

A large purple-skinned giantess wearing an erotic battle suit.

At this moment, she was standing behind El, her ten slender fingers that did not look like those holding a sword were resting on El's shoulders. El's helmet had been taken off at some point, and the female giant was gently stroking El's cheek with her thumb.

The boy's eyes were cold, and he was staring at the assassins who were attacking him with undisguised malice.

"Don't be angry, Aesathos. My god hopes that your face is filled with joy. Play the music of happiness! All living things will sing for this~ That abomination is about to be destroyed. Why should we still covet the cruel joy brought by the sword!"

The giantess' voice is more pleasant, melodious and charming than any heavenly sound that mortals can possess.

Any mortal male who has just heard her speak, even the most beautiful woman's most wonderful moans, will lose their meaning in that man's ears, and he will be obsessed with this most beautiful voice beyond the mortal world for the rest of his life.

She seemed to be talking and singing, and she suppressed the tension and smoke of the battlefield with her own strength. It seemed that in the next moment, this place would turn into a gorgeous, glorious, grand palace, where beauties, warriors, nobles and commoners would gather together and raise their glasses to celebrate Aiel's great victory.

"Solve them."

"If my mother sent you to the mortal world to serve me, I hope you will obey my first order well."

Woman, giantess, or rather, female demon.

When she appeared beside Al, Al already knew the whole story.

After watching and enjoying the show for a long time, his joyful mother finally decided to do a little more to help the tribe rise and the countless subsequent wars.

【Brutal Joy: Valentine】

A demon prince of pleasure.

From this point, it can be seen that she is a being who ascended from a mortal to a demon.

If Ai'er's adoptive mother, the Centaur Alina, finally embarked on this path of being blessed and ascended to demonhood, she would also be a demon prince of the blood mother.

When Ai'er and the Four Mothers wanted people, there were no legionaries or helpers. There was only the initial combat force and a bodyguard, a Centaur.

In addition, some of the horned beasts...

It is equivalent to having only two core members developing from scratch.

The rest were all created by myself. Except for the female magician of the demon hunting group and the Council of Scholars who were secretly supporting them, there were no other believers of the Four Mothers. Sister Helen was counted as half.

Now a demon prince suddenly appears, this is really...

"Brutal Pleasure" Valentine, just by hearing the name you know that she is one of the more ferocious demons. After receiving El's order, her face, which was as delicate as a goddess, made a pitiful expression, saying that she was not good at fighting, and was given a mission to come here by the Pleasure Maker. She hoped that "Aesatos" could protect her from the stormy waves of the mortal world, and she was willing to do her best to serve the Son of God.

When he spoke of service, he lowered his head and blew hot air towards El's cheeks, ears, and neck, clearly indicating something.

"Either you come, or I'll send you back after I'm done."

Al threw a multiple-choice question to the demon. Knowing that he was obviously in a bad mood, the Joy Demon stretched lazily, and at the same time, in a strange way that mortals could not detect, he drew out the whip blade and rapier wrapped around his waist and blocked Al in front of him.

Valentine's fighting style is very special. His tall body is always twisting and spinning, more like dancing than fighting. Strangely, he can always block the enemy's attacks at the critical moment. Even the Skaven Assassin with three weapons and a very flexible tail blade cannot break through the demon's defense.

Seeing this, Al continued to focus his energy on controlling the Iron Throne. Soon, the iron rain fell more frequently, and a large number of greenskins were killed to varying degrees. The momentum was stagnant. Misha also had more free time to reorganize the front and began to dispatch personnel to prepare for the next intensified offensive of the Persian Skaven.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that once the spell in the sky was released, the battle would be almost over.

Apart from withdrawing, which would also carry a high risk of losing the war, the greenskins have no choice but to fight quickly and win, and to completely defeat the tribal army.

Apart from this, the only way is to continue the stalemate, wait until the Iron Throne falls, and completely destroy the enemy in front of us.

Al was on high alert.

The enemy has played a card called Skaven Underground Ambush; he also played a card called "Summon Demon".

Now it depends on whether the warlord wants to add more money.

He wouldn't believe that the opponent only had one trump card in this battle.

After all, he had made several preparations...

Chapter 116: Demons, Crossing, and Falling from the Sky [Two Chapters in One]

Demon Prince Valentine is the weakest S-type demon with the worst mixed operation performance among the four major camps. She is a rare special existence in the Pleasure (Slaanesh) camp, famous for her combat power.

According to the information that Al had, "Brutal Joy Valentine" was a mortal many years ago. This was obviously nonsense, but her experiences as a mortal were slightly related to Al's present...

Before becoming the Whip of Pleasure, the Demon Prince was the youngest daughter of a Tyrell noble family, the Tyrell east of Estalia. The mappings of these two regions on Earth can be seen as alien versions of Spain and Italy respectively.

The relationship is quite close. As mentioned before, the cultural traditions of the twin kingdoms in the south have their origins closely connected, but because they each consider themselves to be the ancestor of the other, "Mirmidia is an Estalia (Tilean), rose from Estalia (Tilean), and then conquered Tirean (Estalia)", so there are some minor contradictions in their common understanding, and conflicts occur from time to time (probably every few dozen or hundreds of years), and they are also competitors in trade.

Valentin was born at a time when conflicts were intensifying. The city-states of Tyrell were more independent than those of the Estalia, civil wars were more frequent, and there was a deep-rooted tradition of family unity.

At the same time, all nobles and wealthy families like to enclose land, build their own family mansions, fortresses, manor towers, and arm private soldiers for self-protection. At critical moments, they can also bring the whole family to fight against enemies and rivals.

As the youngest daughter of the family, Valentine was loved by the elders and her brothers and sisters of the same generation. However, due to the war, the women in the family had to stay at home for a long time for safety reasons, relying on the protection of watchtowers and city walls to temporarily isolate themselves from the war in the outside world.

The lively Valentine liked to run to the top of the tower because it was the highest point of the family building and he could overlook the situation outside.

In Valentine's eyes, those things are called "scenery".

Then, it was the clichéd story that the princess who was bound in the tower and the young man outside fell in love by chance, and communicated with each other over long distance through a telescope and writing. It turned out that both parties belonged to hostile families. Valentine, who was bound by her family and the tower but also well protected, became a love-brained person and planned to meet the young man in person and walk towards freedom hand in hand...

After a series of hardships and setbacks, the girl and the boy finally held hands, broke through layers of obstacles, and under the witness of the gods, happily and joyfully walked towards the life that belonged to them... No way.

If that were the case, there would not have been the birth of "The Pleasure of Cruelty".

Probably, after going through numerous tests and hardships, an experience that would take at least dozens of episodes or seven or eight performances in a literary work, Valentine changed from a naive little girl to an independent, autonomous, capable, and even charming Tyrell noblewoman whose fighting skills had made great progress.

But her boyfriend...

Finally, after a game of blood, fire, conspiracy, wine, daggers, and power, her beloved chose to stand on the side of his family, abandoned and betrayed Valentine, allowing their forces to find loopholes in Valentine's family's defense. A large number of enemies took advantage of their unpreparedness and launched an attack, almost wiping out the entire Valentine family. The elderly, the weak, women, and children were slaughtered, and all the young people were bloodbathed.

When Valentine returned to the city, she saw the gate of her own fortress opened wide and the bodies of warriors with the Valentine family crest piled up like a mountain. She had loved running inside since she was a child. The tower overlooking the city was burning in flames and was pushed to the ground. Children were slaughtered, women were kidnapped and sold into slavery, and hundreds of heads with the same blood as her were hung on the tower, with their eyes open, to intimidate the rest of the crowd.

The private armies of a rival family destroyed her fortress, her home, and her family with unspeakable brutality.