Warhammer

Al sighed in his heart.

Damn it! My grand plan has not been accomplished yet. I can’t fall into such a state!

After drinking the milk, Al burped, stood up from the sheep girl's arms and wiped his mouth.

"I'm going to the assembly area."

The people in the tribe who are now green dots, including the followers of the shepherd god, the four beastmen, and the trolls, account for about half of the total number, and the rest are yellow and red, especially the chaos beasts, which basically have only two states: red dot hostility and green dot subordination. As long as they begin to accept the domination of the new four gods, they will quickly transform into green dots, and there will be no reversal.

However, it is already a relatively dangerous number. Although the Wrathhorns have an inherent advantage over Chaos Beasts, and Ai'er has been guarding against and suppressing them properly so that no trouble has occurred, the dangers in the forest are not limited to Chaos Beasts.

Moreover, the Chaos Beasts encountered so far were all small, loose tribes. Ai'er led his troops to suppress them, using the strong to defeat the weak and the many to defeat the few. If they were attacked by a force with similar strength to his tribe, these nearly 1,500 unnaturalized Chaos Beasts would be a terrible hidden danger! Especially after they gathered together.

"Let's stop arresting people and focus on investigating the location."

Al cut his hand, frowned, and dripped blood onto the Rock of Nurturing. The Chaos Beasts imprisoned in the assembly area clearly sensed the pure breath contained in the blood of the Chosen One, and became somewhat restless.

Looking at the dense herd of beasts, Al felt that it was time to stop expanding.

"The current population is enough for now. If there are more, the ratio will be unbalanced. Let's convert all of these guys first before continuing."

"By the way, we need to find a way to improve the tribe's craftsmanship and technical level."

Al was thinking about the next development plan.

After bleeding, the wound was treated and it healed quickly.

I walked towards the tent and left Yang Ma's lap for eighteen minutes.

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Chapter 44: Nuns and the Demon Hunters

The noisy team was bloated and moved slowly on the small land of Estalia.

Celestine rode a white horse and left the team, walking away, and several maids and servants hurriedly followed.

On the grass in the distance stands a majestic temple.

On the outskirts of the temple stands a statue of a goddess wearing a helmet, holding a shield and a sword pointing into the distance. On her arm stands an eagle with its wings spread, ready to fly.

"Mirmidia..."

The female knight looked at the magnificent temple and murmured, pulling the reins in her hands and driving her horse over there.

The maids and servants also rushed over, and they all breathed a sigh of relief when they found that the place the female knight was going to was a temple in Myrmidia.

They were all servants of the Julius family, assigned by Rhine to serve her cousin Celestine Julius, but the main reason was that they were worried that she would do something extreme, such as "committing suicide," because of her past experiences.

"My dear lady, if you wish to pay homage to the goddess of war, perhaps you can wait until after the port of Bilbarri."

A slightly older servant suggested carefully, "There is the entire Southern Kingdom, second only to the magnificent temples of Margarita and Tyrell."

"Faith is not about appearances.....Pete, I remember you came to Estalia a few times."

Celestine didn't look back. "Your leg was injured here... Go back and rest first. Tell Rhine that I'm fine."

The older servant's eyes turned red.

"Respected Miss Celestine, I didn't expect you still remembered me... Yes, I've been here a few times. Back then people called me Pete, but now I'm 'Old Pete'."

The servant finished speaking with great emotion, and wanted to say something else, but he opened his mouth and couldn't say anything. He could only wipe his red eyes and follow the female knight.

What a beautiful and kind woman! She could remember a servant she had met many years ago and was considerate of his pain.

The Bretonnians like to praise their women as pure, beautiful, and elegant "flowers of the mountain". In the servant's opinion, among all the nobles and ladies he has met and served, only the female knights are worthy of such praise.

The female knight soon arrived at the gate of the temple, the marble door frame, the walls, the flower beds, and the scripture room and chapel.

A team of warriors who are only loyal to the Goddess of War are guarding here, and two maids are waiting for the newcomers outside the gate early.

"The leader has been waiting for you for a long time."

One of the maidens skillfully led the horse over, while the other bowed and invited Celestine to enter the temple.

"Which leader?"

The female knight frowned, slightly alert.

"Glorious leader, Her Highness Sister Themis."

The female knight stood at the entrance of the temple, looked up at the majestic and exquisite statue of the goddess of war, and stopped.

"I don't know Her Excellency Sister Themis."

The servants gathered around the female knight, and the war guards stood still like statues.

"But I know you, Celestine."

The voice came before the person arrived. The nanny bowed and retreated to another place. The guards turned around, touched their chests, and knelt on one knee to salute.

A woman who seemed to be radiating light walked out of the temple. She had a tall figure, long golden hair that fell to her waist and a refreshing fragrance. Behind her were two teams of maids holding up her long white and gold-threaded skirt.

The plump, mature body is bound by the priest's robe, outlining the charming curves, and the sex aura is so rich that it seems to turn into substance!

She was wearing golden high-heeled sandals, a long robe with slits on both sides, and a tight top. Her breasts and plump buttocks swayed from side to side with her movements. She didn't look like a priestess at all. Instead, she looked more like one of those high-class prostitutes who dressed up carefully at a drag party!

With a frown on her forehead, Celestine looked at the other person carefully from bottom to top, starting from the high heels on her feet, and finally stopped her gaze on that mature, beautiful, gentle face that seemed to have a faint smile.

"You don't look like a Myrmidian nun at all, Therese."

"More like a priest of the Cult of Joy."

The female knight looked at the lewd priestess and said with a frown.

The two stood face to face, and Celestine really looked like a heroic knight with a feminine appearance. The omnipresent temptation and feminine charm emanating from her were really hard for the opposite sex to resist. The servants all lowered their heads and dared not look directly at the body of the nun, for fear of losing their composure and being punished.

"Humph!"

The elder nun snorted, took off the high polygonal crown, and threw it to the standing nun along with the golden wig.

Then she tied the belt of her robe tightly, took down a thin golden breastplate from the wall and put it on to cover her beautiful upper body; she kicked off her high-heeled sandals and put on the golden boots that the maids brought to her, and also slipped the robe with slits on both sides from the maids' hands and wrapped it around a pair of slender white thighs.

The whole person instantly changed from a beautiful and lustful priestess who might develop into R18 at any time, making people wonder if she had fallen into Slaanesh, to the incarnation of a goddess with a majestic temperament and someone who couldn't look directly at her.

"These costumes are the goddess's instructions... to develop faith in more areas."

Sister Themis walked forward, put her arm around the female knight's shoulders and pulled her inside.

"If you ask me, the people in Margarita's Eagle's Nest are just a bunch of cowards and rotten wood. They dare not disobey the will of the goddess, and they are afraid of damaging their prestige and reputation. So they threw this matter to Bilbarri, and also learned something from the imperial people... pilot, yes, that's what I mean."

The elder sister had changed into three different temperaments in a short time. She was mature, dignified, and had no image. She hugged Celestine and kept complaining to her, "Throwing things to Bill Barry, those guys are the same old-fashioned, and then throwing things down, and finally throwing them to my monastery."

Her beautiful face was filled with hatred, and she clenched her hands into fists and gestured in front of her.

"I only have tourists and people coming to worship here from time to time every year or so, which is completely useless. Last time, a group of knights-errant came, and when I was preaching to them, I used the version that Margarita sent to them: Her Highness Myrmidia is the embodiment of love, beauty, and happiness for the southern countries. Those fools actually dared to draw their swords at me!"

The elder sister looked so angry that she didn't look like a nun at all. She looked more like a gangster who was fighting for territory in the port of Altdorf.

"I beat them up, hung them outside the church behind the temple, made them clean the stables and weeds, clean the toilets, locked them up for two weeks and then let them go."

"These young brats went to Bilbarri and accused the War Master that I had been corrupted, fallen into the ranks of Slaanesh followers, and tampered with the classics of Myrmidia... Fuck you!"

"Don't let me meet them again, I will definitely (mute) them, I swear to the goddess, I will strip them naked and throw them into Bill Barry's wrestling gym!"

Her foul language and dirty jokes were too much for the female knight to bear. After she hesitated for several times, she let out a breath, still indignant.

"Forget it, let's talk about those fools later." The elder sister pursed her lips, stopped, looked directly into Celestine's eyes, and said seriously:

"Celestine, you are in big trouble."

......

"Your disappearance was manipulated... I have been in the monastery for half a year, but I have never heard any news about you until this time when the goddess gave the oracle."

The elder sister had a serious expression on her face, and she held Celestine's hands tightly with a pitying look in her eyes.

"The goddess believes that this is a conspiracy of the evil god."

"That...that..." The elder nun hesitated for a while and said cruelly, "That child is a disaster. The goddess ordered me to get rid of him at all costs!"

"Don't worry..." Looking at the female knight's vigilant expression, the elder sister said frankly: "The followers of the War Eagle are all over the world. It is easy for us to know about this."

"The problem right now is the child."

Celestine remained silent.

The female knight was very conflicted, she and the child born from her belly had nothing to do with each other except blood connection, or even that not necessarily blood connection, but he killed the Beast King and let her go; however, the female knight knew that the child who was blessed by four evil powers during pregnancy would bring great darkness to the mortal world. For various reasons such as beliefs and camps, they were born to be mortal enemies.

Although the mortal world is not as sensitive to any signs of corruption as it was before the Great War, the Witch Hunters, Inquisitors, and the Rogues are able to burn and purge villages in order to expel corruption, and execute criminals suspected of Chaos without questioning.

Although sometimes they can be surprisingly slow and turn a blind eye to the Skaven Underground Empire which is only three feet away, the hostility and fighting between Chaos and the mortal order life has never stopped from the beginning to the end. The current neglect is more due to the complacency about the declining Chaos forces and their difficulty in causing trouble and posing a threat.

The elder sister was silent, and then said: "I know that no matter what the reason, a mother will kill her own child..." She smiled and said jokingly: "We are not the extreme lunatics of the flagellants in the Sigmar sect."

Even if the old friend on the opposite side is a devout Sigmar believer, the Sister still does not forget to discredit the opponent.

"In order to eliminate evil, I have gathered a group of adventurers with outstanding abilities and talents from all over Estalia in the name of the goddess. They will form an elite demon hunting group."

"Among them, there is a powerful wizard who studied in the White Tower and is proficient in the four magical winds; a legendary warrior who has participated in several chivalrous expeditions and killed several green-skinned warlords; a ranger hero who was raised by wood elves, obtained the title of ranger as a human, and made great contributions in Lustria; and finally, the God-chosen champion of the goddess Myrmidia, the next Silver Hand Paladin of the Sisters of Righteous Wrath!"

"They will go deep into the Pina Forest, dispel and illuminate the darkness."

She leaned close to the knight's ear, and her full red lips painted with golden watercolors were close to her earlobe.

"And light up your future, Jillia."

Chapter 5: Changes in the South (K chapter)

When people mention Margarita, their first impression is always that it is rich, prosperous, warm and open. It is a paradise for mercenary adventurers and a transit station for colonists and merchant ships.

Countless wealth and news gathered here and flowed to the whole world. Tranquility Harbor handled goods from all over the world: silk and porcelain from China, exquisite craftsmanship, exquisite craftsmanship; magic potions and artworks from the elves, food and specialties from Bretonnia: knights-errant, dwarven forgings, and gunpowder weapons from the empire...

The Invincible Armada cleared the coastline of Estalia, and on the ground, warriors who worshipped the Myrmidian Goddess of War wiped out all threats, except for the neighboring kingdom of Tirell, which also worshipped the goddess.

Pirate ships are hired here, ogre mercenaries go in and out of taverns and restaurants, dwarf rangers, elven scholars, even knight-errant monks from Zhendan and tiger warriors from India can all be seen here. There is no doubt that this is the most prosperous and civilized city in the southern part of the Old World!

Although this most prosperous title has always been fought over by Estalia's neighbor: the eastern Kingdom of Tirell, whose capital is Miragliano, at least the Estalia people think so.

Estalia was once divided into six kingdoms, each of which was basically headed by a city-state, namely Novarino, Bilbarri, Auberge, Ávila, Margarita and Contonia [map at the back].

Among them, the capital, Margherita, is the largest, and Bilbao in the north is the second largest city.

During the Great War (a term often used by southerners), the loose city-state of Estalia was almost engulfed by successive waves of beasts and rats. Fortunately, in——

(Take a deep breath)

The Emperor, the Immortal Emperor, Khemrikha, Emperor Nehekhara, King of Kings, Trailblazer, Wielder of Sacred Fire, Punisher of Nomads, The Great Unifier, Commander of the Golden Legion, Divine Visage, Bringer of Light, Father of Falcons, Founder of Cities, Guardian of Two Worlds, Holder of Time, Chosen of Petra, Supreme Ruler of the Horizon...Titles include but are not limited to the above, with the help of the fleet under the Immortal Emperor Settra, and a group of blood dragon vampires led by a passionate man who passed by, the blood dragon ancestor Ablash.

And the goddess of war Myrmidia came to the mortal world for the third time in the body of a god, and led the remaining forces of the Southern Order to fight desperately, resisting the rat tide and persisting until a major turning point in the war in the empire. The nameless Eternal God, who had no name and even a low sense of existence, was washed away to death in Middenheim.

Then the Horned Rat disappeared, the Council of Thirteen panicked and became leaderless, a chain reaction of collapse occurred and was pushed back by the Order Coalition, and the Skaven Capital was burned and sprinkled with blessed salt to purify the corrosion.

A group of Blood Dragon vampires were stationed here to prevent the Skaven from reviving. A group of believers of the Goddess of War were also sent to form the Order of the Night Watchmen, who were specifically responsible for patrolling the Withered Swamp for signs of corruption.

From then on, the Estalia people, realizing that they were too loose and disorganized in the past to be easily overthrown by external forces, learned their lesson and decided that it would be better to centralize power.

Then the remaining royal families (city lords) of the six kingdoms discussed important matters together under the witness of the goddess and announced the abolition of the previous titles of the six kingdoms. From then on, Estalia would only elect one "monarch" as the only secular and supreme ruler.

Of course, there will still be one vote per city for each of the six cities.

However, because Margarita was the richest and had the full support of the Church of Myrmidia, six consecutive city princes were elected from Margarita in the 150 years after the Great War, with only one falling to the northern city of Bilbarri.

This one and only most noble title is called:

The chosen people of the goddess Myrmidia, the ruler of all cities whose authority is inviolable and common to all of Estalia...

"Prince of the City"

No matter where the city prince is, he must go to Margarita or Birbali to exercise his rule, because this way he will not be far away from the political, military, economic, religious and cultural centers at the same time.

There is no other city in Estalia besides Bilbarri that can compete with Margarita for these positions.

at this time.

The Court of Margherita.

The luxurious, magnificent Treasure Palace, the Fairy Garden decorated with artistic statues and horticultural decorations, the Zhendan Palace filled with precious porcelain, with silk covering the walls and floor tiles in an oriental style...

The obese man wore extravagant clothes, and his skirt hung long behind him, requiring several servants to hold it up.

She was wearing high heels and had a slit in the crotch filled with soft stuffing, which made it look like a man's crotch was bulging.

When Al saw it, he would definitely say it was an eyesore.