Warhammer

From then on, the girl, who still had some childish innocence, died completely, and her soul, which was only for revenge for the blood and fire of that day, quietly transformed.

Valentine finally completed her revenge, she spent twenty years settling accounts one by one for the family members of her former lover, and everyone present on that day of blood and fire, except those who were already dead, were on the woman's revenge list.

Her former lover witnessed a burning carriage crashing into the wedding venue of his eldest son, with the bodies of his parents and two other sons inside. He was so frightened that he suffered a stroke and became paralyzed on the spot.

Because the other party first took the approach of exterminating the entire family, which the church could not agree with, Valentine could take any means to retaliate against anyone in the enemy family, from the eighty-year-old to the newborn baby, because the two families were destined to fight to the death, and as long as there was a bloodline alive, this hatred could not be dissipated and would follow them to the end of the world. (Tyrell proverb)

In the end, she killed the last adult male in her lover's family bloodline and forced two women who married into her family to swear to the church that they would live abroad for the rest of their lives and would never reveal the family's heritage history and hatred to their babies, and then she let the rest go.

Valentine tasted the ultimate pleasure in this long hunting and revenge. She formed a mercenary group, specifically to recruit women whose families were broken up due to family feuds and the destruction of war. She took extreme measures to slaughter innocent people and carry out cruel revenge against the "instigators" who set the "precedent".

"Any pleasure brought by cruelty will end in cruelty"

Then, after more than a dozen years, this team disappeared quietly in Tyrell, the Southern Kingdoms, and even the material world.

As a potential Slaanesh demon who was always on the verge of corruption (or possibly Khorne, but using any means including poisoning and assassination was obviously not liked by K), she was intercepted by the Rejoicers and promoted from a mortal to the Demon Prince of the Rejoicers.

Or maybe it was joy that attracted me to her in the first place.

Although the four mothers of Aiur were strictly speaking born before the End of Time, and you say that the time does not seem to match the earlier Valentine era, but chaos is like this, there is no concept of space or time.

The great demons themselves can appear across time. For example, during the first Chaos invasion, some of the active demons were actually guys who fell and were born hundreds or thousands of years later, and then traveled through time to the first demon invasion when humans were still in the bushi.

What about the gods themselves?

The Rejoicer showed Valentine his great power and expressed that he had been helping him to take revenge. The latter then willingly threw himself into the world of Paradise Lost. Ai'er's Joyful Mother did not treat him badly. Compared with Slaanesh's moodiness, he would go home and take revenge on the fragments that fell from his body and the little demons after losing outside. He could be said to be the most characterless guy among the Four Gods.

The Pleasant One is much better. Although she is also an extreme pampered person, she is not as extreme as Slaanesh, nor as capricious. Valentine offered his soul to her, and the Lord of the Garden of Elysee upgraded a mortal to a Demon Prince on the spot, and then implemented a free-range policy for a long time, with a high degree of freedom. After Valentine became a demon, she took even more brutal revenge on the abuser, and the great pleasure she got became her "obsession" or the "root" of her existence.

The women who were recruited by Valentine also offered their souls to the Garden of Elysee with her, becoming a notorious demon warband. They carried out their cruel and noble "tit for a tooth" revenge hunting in Chaos and the mortal world from time to time, and were long treated as demon warbands subordinate to Slaanesh.

As for the demon Valentine, when he was a mortal, he won countless battles with his superb fighting skills, his undying obsession with hunting, and his unscrupulous strategies.

Her combat capability is top-notch, but her greatest strength lies in "revenge hunting", one-on-one or one-on-many. She can spend a long time designing traps, watching the prey sink deeper and deeper until it is unable to move, and then she can end her opponent in great pain and torture.

As for her performance in battle, it can only be said to be relatively average. It should be said that Valentine is generally more inclined to fight generals rather than the type of people who fight in battles.

Like the Skaven assassins, she easily dealt with them for Ai'er, and the heads of several big rats were cut off by the lightning-fast rapier.

But when Al wanted her to lead a troop to behead the ratmen's gray prophets, warlords and other commanders, she clearly refused.

The devil claims that she can assassinate and capture enemy generals and leaders for El; but the front battlefield is not a place suitable for her to perform. Her first task is to protect El and then serve him.

Valentine said that she had put a lot of effort into standing out from the fierce competition in the Garden of Elysees and had grabbed the opportunity to enter the mortal world and protect El. She could take a bullet for El, but she definitely did not want to show off her prowess on the battlefield and then be fired upon and sent back to the Chaos Realm.

According to the mortal world's concept, it would take at least several tens or even hundreds of years for her to re-enter the material world after the chaos revive, and she would miss countless interesting things.

Al was angry, but helpless.

Valentine is a demon prince who has ascended to the level of a devil. He carries the divinity of his mother, Valentine. In a sense, he can be seen as the incarnation of the Pleasure Demon. Even the favored Pleasure Demon can call herself the daughter of the Lord of Paradise. If she is thick-skinned enough, she can talk to Al about the relationship between sister and brother. Naturally, she will not worship Al and obey him unconditionally like ordinary believers.

Moreover, the discipline of a fun camp like the Pleasure of Slaanesh is very lax. If Aiur revealed the origin of chaos and the mark of the six-pointed star was elevated to the same level as the Four Mothers, or if he had half the strength of Archaon, he could naturally use his power to overwhelm others and force these guys to do things. But now, in order to control the Iron Throne, most of his energy is devoted to it.

Naturally, he didn't have much energy to argue with Valentine. The guards were good at fighting in battles, but they might not be good enough at guarding against assassins. Al wasn't too afraid now unless the assassin master of Clan Eshin came to besiege him, but just in case, it wasn't a bad idea to keep Valentine by his side.

Although he didn't like the other party's slacking character, and although he said he wanted to serve the Son of God, except for "protecting Al", he seemed to be a slacker in the workplace who just didn't move and said "ah ah, yes, yes" on everything else.

Al was very confused as to why the helper sent by Joy was such a guy... Valentin claimed that he had "won" this opportunity after "fierce competition". Could it be that there are only a few demons in Elysee Garden who are willing to work seriously now?

Al was skeptical.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Under Al's control, the throne was constantly split into pieces of varying sizes and smashed into the enemy's ranks. Flames shot up into the sky, and the limbs and flesh blown off by the explosion were able to pass through the overlapping battle lines of the enemy and our side and fall to the edge of the battlefield.

The ratmen's troops also joined the melee at the right time. Their target was the flank and rear of the tribe, just like they had defeated the Estalia's army with such despicable sneak attacks several times in the past. Since they knew that the rats were behind this war, it was natural that Ai'er could not help but be prepared. Even when the situation on the front line looked the most tense, as if a fatal gap would be torn open by the greenskins in the next second, Misha still had a large reserve force in her hands to deal with emergencies.

After confirming that the Greenskins' offensive was like that, unless a long tug-of-war was carried out to drain the Horde's blood with their numerical advantage, it would be unlikely to break through the Horde's defenses and their front lines. In that case, the Greenskins would have to suffer at least double or even triple the casualties of the Horde, and they obviously did not have that strength now.

Misha commanded the troops in an orderly manner. While ensuring that her own defense remained unshakable, she crushed and ate the greenskins one by one. Through the advantage of the overall quality of the tribe and tactical command, she achieved a three for one or even four or five losses.

The powerful impact and meat-mincing ability of the greenskins were completely defeated by the high-quality tribes, who became more and more courageous as the battle went on and had top-notch capabilities in both offense and defense.

Even the strongest and most powerful greenskin warlord would feel helpless against the Horde, which has the advantage in quality and coordination, as well as excellent tactics and spellcasters.

Maybe a single angry-horned beast can only fight the big guys in a 50-50 or 60-40 fight, but when they gather in groups and form a battle formation, with Aiel activating the Blessing of the Blood River and the Chosen One leading the army himself, it will be no problem to deal with enemies that are three times or several times their own.

Apart from the initial aggressive attack of the ratmen when a large number of rats were released from their cages, the attack did not play the same decisive role on the battlefield as in the past.

First of all, relying on the turbulent Thomas River and the role of a river troll army, the tribe reduced the number of enemies from the right wing in the decisive battle with the greenskins, forcing a large number of enemies to be crowded in the front and flanks. The overall formation was a half-back-to-water formation, which weakened the numerical advantage that the greenskins could exert.

In this situation, the greenskins who were the main attackers still complained that the front battlefield was not spacious enough. This was not a game where thousands of people could be crowded together. Even an ant nest was not as dense as this.

The space for the ratmen to get in is even narrower, especially since the ratmen war has the habit of driving slave rats everywhere and making the rats more powerful. A large number of slave rats with no combat power scattered and blocked the front line, making it difficult for those truly elite melee troops to get close to the front line and they could only waste time in the rear.

In this situation, as long as the tribe continues to maintain a defensive position instead of killing madly and destroying the morale of the slave rats, and the fear pheromones spread to form a group effect, even the Grey Prophets and Skaven warlords may not be able to effectively control so many rats and make them give way to the elite main attack in an orderly manner.

It's understandable that Valentine rejected Al's proposal.

After all, even the devil of pleasure finds it a bit too much to handle when faced with the dense and overwhelming sea of ​​rats.

She came to the mortal world to have fun and to relax. Even if she went to the battlefield, she would drink the blood of the brutal enemy. But stepping into a rat's nest...

She is a demon of pleasure, not a demon of slaanesh.

For this pair of Slaanesh demons, those who like this are probably the best among them.

Valentine refused Al's order to charge into the rat group to decapitate the leader, disrupt the rat's offensive momentum to a greater extent, and reduce casualties for the tribe. In fact, if you put yourself in his shoes, you can almost understand it...

A woman is still a female devil even if she becomes a demon.

It might be understandable if you asked her to go to the war meat grinder, but asking her to dive into the rat's nest and bathe in rat blood would probably be repulsive...

Although a defensive stance can delay time, it also comes at a price.

such as:

Have to bear the output of the enemy's long-range firepower.

The pirates, the greenskins' cannon catapults, the rats' plague catapults, and the poison gas mortars, although facing a battlefield environment with reduced range, each attack could often take away at least several or dozens of tribal warriors. This was when the monsters and spellcasters on the tribal side were harassing at full strength, which made Al's teeth itch. Every time a shell fell into our team, several precious warriors died here.

In order not to favor one over the other and to teach the cunning rats a painful lesson, Al did not forget to give the rats a few pieces when controlling the disintegration of the Iron Throne. The iron blocks and fragments falling from the sky did not even need to consider the trajectory like a cannonball. As long as they fell under the influence of gravity and magic, they would cause an explosion of amazing power, instantly clearing out the enemies within a radius of about ten meters.

With such power, Al had no doubt that if he let go and let the Iron Throne fall directly without distinguishing between friend and foe, the number of enemies and allies who could survive would probably be no more than a thousand.

Everything seemed very long, but in fact, from the formation of the Iron Throne to the entry of the rats, to the assassination, less than twenty minutes had passed.

The greenskins are still waiting, and their doom is already hanging over their heads. If it were a different enemy, perhaps the threat would not be so great, and they could retreat in an orderly manner, or they could make a drastic move and leave some troops as cannon fodder to attract Aiel's main force, and then evacuate the battlefield.

But they are just greenskins with a disorganized organization and a reckless fighting style.

It is not easy to evacuate when the battle lines are entangled. What's more, not all greenskins have the time to pay attention to whether the big things in the sky will fall when the Waaaaagh is at its most excited and intense. For the greenskins, who are pure war-crazy creatures, as long as they are happy Waaaagh at this moment, and their green heads are chopped off the next second, it is also a "big! victory!".

It was gradually becoming difficult for Al to control the spell. Even though his strength was extraordinary, it was still difficult for him to control such a huge amount of power. It was not something that a mortal could even try to get involved in.

The final moment is approaching.

However, the greenskins still did not move, as if the opponent's coach did not care at all about the catastrophic disaster that was about to befall him.

Seeing this, Al could only grit his teeth and continue to control and adjust the direction of the Iron Throne's final fall and the possible affected range.

He didn't want to send all enemies and friends to the sky at the same time. The greenskins grew from spores, but his beastmen were all pregnant, nurtured, and grown by female beasts.

Valentine stood beside him, chatting with Al in a random manner. Lezimo didn't seem to have much feeling about what was about to happen on the battlefield. Perhaps it was because she had experienced countless wars on a much larger scale than this in the Chaos Demon Realm.

However, she seemed to be very interested in the centaurs who were rushing madly on the edge, and asked El to introduce them to each other after the battle so that they could exchange fighting skills.

Al suddenly had an idea and asked Valentine whether he had seen Alina after she became a demon in different timelines. After recalling for a while, the demon told Al with certainty that she had never seen a centaur in the past.

Because the End of Time is a game among gods, the outcome and direction of this epic war are influenced and controlled by countless factors. Perhaps even the Omniscient One and the Lord of Evil cannot grasp all the variables and the final result. The demon's ability to travel through time does not work during the period from the mortal world to the End of Time.

Therefore, Al was unable to peek into the future of his adoptive mother, but he also did not want her to become a demon. Even if she became the demon prince of the blood mother, her soul would eventually belong to another god, and she would no longer be the original contrasting, crazy, and wild mare.

Time passes.

The final moment is coming.

Chapter 117: Now it becomes a battle of five armies, the Elven Expeditionary Force [Two chapters in one]

The Iron Throne in the sky hangs high above the battlefield like a sword of judgment that may fall at any time.

Seeing that the time is almost right and the greenskins have not made the next move, Al simply stops waiting for the other party to play cards. Maybe he has simply run out of tricks?

Ai'er sent the order to prepare for the fall of the throne through telepathy to all nodes in the legion that could receive his message. For a moment, the entire tribe moved quickly. Under the command of the governors and officers, the front line launched a short and swift counterattack, which effectively defeated the greenskins' continued offensive momentum.

Then, taking advantage of this opportunity, the corps decisively began to abandon its positions and retreat towards the Thomas River.

In order to prepare for this war, Al took a lot of factors into consideration, including the terrain and climate. The Thomas River, which was right next to the decisive battlefield, was naturally also included in his plan.

Originally, they were thinking about whether they could use water as a weapon, and have the Regent flood the seven armies to intimidate the southern kingdom. However, they later discovered that the terrain around Bilbarri was generally flat, and the city was located right next to the estuary, so there was no possibility of a water attack, and so they gave up the idea.

However, after racking his brains for a decisive battle and a strategy to defeat the enemy, he finally decided to find an adult and directly exchange the long-accumulated sacrifices with the Blood Mother for this devastating spell. Then, Al was ready to protect his side in the face of a natural disaster.

The Thomas River is this natural barrier.

After the troops launched a large-scale northern expedition, Al sent people to cut timber upstream and built dams along the river to block the timber. Once the war broke out, he released the timber piled upstream and allowed it to flow downstream into the battlefield.

Then they dispatched specially trained troops to use emergency materials to build a temporary bridge for the tribal army to live and pass. Although the Thomas River is now in flood season and the water is flowing rapidly, the angry-horned beasts can still stay in the water for a long time as long as they have something to rely on. Ai'er used all the river troll troops led by He Shuhan to ensure control of the lower reaches of the Thomas River and both sides, so that even if the greenskins wanted to fight for it, they would not be able to fight the large number of aquatic troll troops underwater.

Everything is for this moment.

The originally narrow battlefield became even more crowded after Aiel built a pontoon bridge and began to shrink and retreat. The greenskins and ratmen were all crowded together. Seeing the enemy begin to retreat, ordinary soldiers had no ability to distinguish whether the enemy was really retreating or pretending to be defeated. The persistent attack, huge casualties but no breakthrough made people impatient. Now that they saw the tribe began to "escape", their morale naturally increased and they began to attack with all their strength.

The already small battlefield became even more crowded under such circumstances. Some Skaven even tore their companions apart and stepped over them in order to gain the best position for pursuit.

The greenskins were not in much better shape. In order to prevent their formation from being shaken and killed by the enemy during the contraction and transfer, Ai'er dispatched its most elite guards and heavily-armored Wrathhorns to hold the line as defenders. The monster troops tried their best to attack and harass the enemy's ranged troops, making them unable to show their power.

Compared with the poorly organized Greenskins and Skaven, our army made a wise move and the enemy pursued them in a panic.

The falling of "sky fire" became more and more frequent. Outside the city of Bilbarri, there was a doomsday scene. Flaming meteors of all sizes fell from the sky, smashing the earth into potholes and causing it to wail and tremble.

Aiur can no longer fully control the Iron Throne. This huge spell, perhaps the most destructive spell to appear in the mortal world since the gods disappeared after the Great War, has been completely formed. Apart from the gods, who else has the power to lift a "city" into the sky and then bring it down?

Some small fragments fell into the Thomas River, also causing a considerable explosion. Fortunately, it was in the river and the accidental injuries were not serious. The Green Rat Alliance, which was blocking both sides and constantly gathering towards the river, only woke up from their fanatical thinking at this time and began to pay attention to the doomsday disaster that was looming above the sky.

The powerful Skaven army smelled fear and panic from the diffuse pheromones. They no longer blindly and fanatically "pursued" the enemy, but stopped and paced back and forth restlessly on the spot. The greenskins were relatively more reckless, perhaps because beasts were more sensitive to natural disasters. They were still trying hard to carry on this great Waaaagh. Those tough beastmen with red skin and black armor were the greenskins' favorite opponents. If they could kill one such big enemy, it might make them more satisfied than killing ten small human shrimps.

And the disaster struck at this moment.

Even though it was just a projection, the scale of the Iron Throne appearing in the sky was undoubtedly comparable to that of a city. When the force bound by such a huge creation and supporting it began to transform into the completely opposite force, causing it to accelerate its fall, such a horrific scene was probably a world-destroying sight that the hundreds of thousands of people involved in the war had probably never witnessed.

Even though Al had reduced the size of the throne as much as possible beforehand, allowing it to disintegrate nearly one-third of its parts in advance and let these fragments fall in advance, the amount of the remaining pieces falling down at once would still be terrifying.

The throne grew from small to large, and the high-speed fall, friction with the air, and the added magic power caused the entire surface of the Iron Throne to ignite a huge flame that seemed to burn through the sky. It fell from the sky, from far to near, like a huge flaming lotus, falling from the sky with the wrath of the gods, bringing catastrophe to all living beings in the world.

It was not until it really started to fall that Al truly felt the pressure brought by this thing. Even though he had received the estimate of the Omniscient One, who had ensured that the power of the throne's fall would do as little harm to the tribe as possible, and their current position was buffered by the river and on the edge of the falling point, Al still felt an indescribable shock.

The last time he had such a feeling was when he was pulled away for a talk by the Four Mothers in his dream, and then faced the real four hawkers and the four evil gods of chaos in their respective demonic worlds.

"Order the entire army...retreat at full speed!"

"To the east! Run!"

"Let the troops land, don't let them fly in the sky! Otherwise they will get dizzy and fall to their death!"

Ai'er licked his dry lips, rode on the Queen, and looked up at the Iron Throne that was getting closer and closer to the ground. At this moment, there was no longer any division on the battlefield. Even the most warlike greenskins had stopped attacking and focused their attention on the top of their heads, stunned.

No matter how stupid and barbaric they are, the green brains obviously understand one simple thing:

I think this thing...will be smashed to death!

The enemy stopped the attack, and under Al's order, the troops immediately ran to the east bank as fast as possible. If they didn't care about their physical strength at this time, they might be able to avoid the possible impact by running a few dozen meters more.

It is not easy for the greenskins and rats crowded in the battlefield by the river to disperse. In panic, they can easily cause trampling and congestion.

Sitting on the Queen's back, Al flew rapidly in the opposite direction, while trying to influence the location where the Iron Throne fell. This made him extremely nervous and sweaty all over.

A huge air wave was pushed out in all directions at an extremely fast speed. Almost at the same time, at the location of the suspected warlord's tent that Al had been paying attention to, a dazzling green light suddenly burst out, and a meteor with a tail flame rose from the ground, rushed straight into the sky, and headed towards the fallen Iron Throne.

"Bang!!!"

As soon as the ratmen's nuclear bomb collided with the Iron Throne, a huge explosion occurred immediately. A small green sun bloomed from the sky, and the next moment it was engulfed by the raging fire ignited by the meteorite carrying even more powerful power. It was like a green python that was ejected from the ground and pounced into the sky. Except for the terrifying power at the moment it leaped into the sky, it was captured by the fiery giant eagle and pressed to the ground the next moment.

The huge sound wave caused an impact before the crash, with raging flames, and the Iron Throne, like the kingdom of God falling from the sky, disintegrated in the sky after being attacked by the dimensional stone nuclear bomb, breaking into several large pieces and countless fragments, but this did not play any role. Instead, it expanded the range of its impact.

The sudden disintegration of the Iron Throne dealt a heavy blow to Al, who was fully concentrating on it. The effect of his spells was completely ineffective and his face turned pale and bloodless. Fortunately, it was difficult for his personal strength to have an impact on the current situation.

If I'm not mistaken, the warlord is not in the tent, and the dimensional stone nuclear bomb, a deadly weapon that the Skaven used to destroy the Invincible Armada, is prepared for him.

The big warlord set up his camp at the rear of the army. Although the surrounding area is heavily guarded, it is still a bit weak for the commander's camp. The tribe has monsters and quality advantages. If he leads the elite to attack the big tent to seek decapitation, the ratmen will detonate the nuclear bomb, which can destroy the tribe's main decapitation force on the spot. Or wait for the elite troops of Ai'er to come out. After the main battle formation is empty, there is no magic or monster to intercept, and then directly drop the nuclear bomb behind the army...

As long as the nuclear bomb explodes on the tribe's side, the war can almost be declared over.

Al felt a pang of fear when he thought about this. Unknowingly, he and the enemy had adopted the same tactics, both using a city-destroying killing move to decide the outcome of the war.

However, the greenskins's were technological creations obtained through the Skaven's nuclear bombs; while he obtained a one-time killing spell in exchange for his sacrifice to the Blood Mother.