Warhammer

Even the most rational of the descendants, Simon, realized that his father's words were opening the prelude to a great future, and he responded to Al with fanatical shouts.

"Mother Goddess~Ulla!"

"El~Ula!"

"Bless your offspring, Ulla!"

"Hula! Hula! Hula!"

First the arena, then the surroundings, and finally the entire tribe will know the will of the Everchosen and the new Four Gods.

The Legion can finally escape from the long war of hunting and extermination. The scarlet and cold beast eyes begin to look beyond the forest. Rivers of blood flow and corpses of enemies are everywhere. With the dust settling on the victory and glory, the Mother of Fury can no longer wait to urge every one of Her believers in the hallucination to offer brutal battles and glorious victories as sacrifices to the Iron Throne!

The wise beasts preached the scriptures more enthusiastically and spread blessings. The omniscient power had already arranged everything for the future and left the perfect one for the eternal God to hunt.

The followers of the loving mother laughed and celebrated together with their joyful followers, encouraging their compatriots. The Eternal Chosen One had decided not to stand by and watch the struggles of the mortal world anymore, but to personally go onto the battlefield and manipulate the weapons. Then his followers should follow him - until death!

Enthusiasm and blessings surged in the hearts of every beastman. Even the clumsy trolls felt the excitement of their master, becoming obedient and more active and restless.

While El was racking his brains (and his body) to develop the tribe and tame the ferocious beasts to expand the territory, the beastmen also understood that one day, the chosen ones from God would lead them to develop enough and need to walk out of the Pina Forest. At that time, challenges and glory would follow.

This is a mission that every Beastman understands, and the four five-figure flags fly high, with the All-Seeing Eye, Anti-Khorne, Winged Heart, Ouroboros and Eight-pointed Star symbols shining brightly in the sun, foreshadowing a future in which Chaos will once again step into the mortal world.

Al was filled with pride.

"This time, we are different from them!"

“He said: ‘I have come into this world to bring welfare and also to bring war, just so that I can free them from their ignorance and make them understand the power of the Four Mothers, so that they can know the way of salvation;”

"'I love everything deeply, and everything that loves me must be alien to those who do not love me.'"

The wise beasts held the scriptures and recited them intently, while the wild beasts who listened to the teachings were also fascinated.

Al suddenly pinched his arm.

Broken, stuck—

I'm a crusader!

Chapter 62: Preparation for the Third Sacrifice

The Crusades are the Crusades...

What Al is about to do is unprecedented in the entire Middle Ages, if not unprecedented in the future. In the final analysis, it still depends on negotiations on the battlefield.

Fanatic discipline!

Just win!

There is a theory about the orthodoxy of entering the Pass!

...

Thinking this way, it feels like the next moment the descendants will kneel on one knee around their little father and call him "Ama".

Misha is the eldest princess, and her brothers and sisters are each princes and princesses.

The new four gods belong to eight legions, each led by the army lord Niulu. They fight to Margarita, race and grab land. The orthodox beastman nation wants to distribute humans as serfs. The new dynasty with fur and horns is elegant, while the hairless naked ape has the bad habit of losing the country...

Something is wrong!

Dispel the messy thoughts that popped up in your mind again and put that weird idea behind you.

I want to use a military slavery empire to fight the End War, what's the point?

Wouldn't it be less smelly to ask the medieval people to choose between two piles of shit?

Focusing on the present, Al examined the most important and most important task—the army.

A major problem: insufficient equipment.

And the quality is also very poor.

After all, with the beastmen's smelting level, it is hard to expect the equipment they produce and sell themselves to be useful. Al did send people to find some small iron mines, and barely made some pig iron. After a lot of bang bang, they could get started with it.

Al had basically no exposure to knowledge related to the smelting industry, so he could only rely on the craftsmen to explore on their own. Fortunately, there were mines nearby, otherwise his army of angry-horned beasts would have tried to fight with wooden spears and stone swords a long time ago.

It's not like the past when Chaos was rising and all the gifts you wanted were available, and the Yankees' weapons and armor could grow out of their flesh.

Because the place is too remote, and most of the tribe are Chaos believers, they walk openly, and after ten waves of people can come to the twelfth wave to draw swords and plant flags for PK.

Al had tried to have the shepherds, who were now precious and under his special protection and were forbidden to convert to the Four Gods without permission, form a tribe of nomads to trade with humans in the outside world. Their main products were amber minerals, alchemical pharmaceutical materials, and so on.

Then I replaced a bunch of farm tools, and they were all fucking used!

Even so, the merchant from Estalia still looked indifferent as to whether to exchange or not - if a group of tribesmen dare not exchange horses with me, the city guards will be at your door!

El, who was in remote control, felt the malice from the Order World for the second time (the first time was when Rhine led his troops to kill him):

So this is fucking civilization?

Not as simple as the people in my tribe!

The civilized and treacherous man is Fella, while the barbaric and pure man is full of martial virtues!

I don't need to tell you who we will rely on to fight at the end, right?

But there was no choice but to change. Otherwise, a group of stupid beastmen, even if they were believers of the shepherd god, would only be considered fourth-class people if they did not have a legal city identity. If they were really caught and drained of their blood, no one would care.

In the New World, because there are many naturalized Beastmen and the elves have created various parliamentary and political party trends, there are quite a few Beastmen Human Rights Protection Associations, but that is in the New World.

He gritted his teeth and swallowed the anger, and by the way, remembered the face and identity of this third villain since El traveled through time (Rhine, the second uncle of the First Beast King Zaken).

When the time comes, I will let you know what it means to be in the west for 30 years and then in the east for 30 years. Don’t bully the poor orcs!

What do you mean by “ten years is not too late”? What the fucking hell is a surprise!

Then, Al gave up the idea of ​​trading with the outside world before gaining enough initiative. At most, he would let some beastmen bring some goods such as animal skins and minerals and go directly to the Estalia villages and farmers to trade.

Weapons can't be exchanged for anything, but some tools can be exchanged. The risk is not high, but it cannot be traded on a large scale.

But such things always involve risks. How big a tribe can be to be replaced every few days?

After a few attempts, the beastmen reported more and more cases of being questioned and followed, so Al stopped going down this route. As for places further away, it became even more difficult to go there.

So he was very short of equipment.

The tools are enough. After all, the difference between those made of wood, stone and iron is just a matter of how easy it is to use and how long it can be used. But weapons and armor are on a completely different level.

The scarcity of minerals and the low levels of smelting and forging plagued the Aiel tribe.

His original goal was to form a fully armored heavy infantry corps, but up until now he hasn't even been able to put together a set of armor that meets the "heavy armor" standard.

They have not yet entered the Pass. The Eight Banners are all wearing face armor. This group of tough men under Al's command are an average of one and a half adults in height. Except for covering their crotches and protecting key parts, they are almost naked.

I have been thinking about this for a long time. After all, climbing the technological ladder is not something that can be accomplished by simply clicking on the turn. Besides, this is not a problem that can be solved by one or two key technologies. Technical issues affect the entire system.

The scarcity of minerals is also a difficulty. We cannot organize people to move eastward to the Inara Mountains to look for minerals now. Even if we find some, it will take a long time to mine, transport, smelt and shape them into minerals.

...

Al slapped Misha's thigh.

After all the trouble, shouldn't Chaos Man just descend directly?

mom!

I'm hungry! I want to eat!

......

"Roar!"

The mad beast roared from its huge mouth full of sharp teeth, which looked like an insect or an animal, and in response, another huge hammer hit its face like a comet.

The mouthparts were full of sharp teeth, which made the sanity value of the dense terror drop wildly. The body convulsed and fell to the ground with a bang.

The female centaur would not be lax when dealing with the enemy. She continued to swing the huge hammer, smashing the head until purple, green, red, white, yellow, and black liquids mixed together and flowed all over the ground. She then pulled out her scimitar and inserted it into the crazy beast's brain, stirring it for a while, causing this terrible beast king, which was so evil, blasphemous and ugly that it seemed to be the malice of the world, to let out a shrill howl and then completely went offline.

Various mucus also flowed out of the densely packed small mouthparts on its body, which was a sign of its death.

The angry horns were clearing out the remaining Chaos beasts around. It was unknown whether these guys were enslaved by this evil behemoth, or spontaneously gathered towards the blasphemous aura and then worshiped the behemoth like the forest greenskins worshipped the giant spider.

In short, they did not get the opportunity to be educated because Ai'er no longer had a shortage of population.

Everything I did today was in search of sacrifice.

The huge eight-pointed star once again appeared in the forest, outlined by blood and flesh.

Al couldn't count how many sacrifices he had made during this period of time, he just knew that it was a huge number. The symbols in his body were eager to try, so they were growing, hoping to open a crack and let the blessing from the other end come through.

Although he knew it was an illusion of his own perception, Al still couldn't help looking forward to it: What would the Blood Mother send him from the Black Iron Throne?

When it comes to war and legion matters, the Blood Mother should definitely be given priority!

The mountains of skulls and corpses on the Iron Throne and the items in the Blood God's Armory, if any of them leaked out, it would be enough to feed the tribe.

Chapter 63: Blood Mother's Blessing, Alina in the Horse

Mountains of armor.

It was the first time that Al had put the two words together.

It was as if a tunnel leading to the mortal world had really been opened from the Blood Mother's Armory. Armored soldiers fell from the sky like a waterfall. Behind Al, who was running away, they changed from a piece to a pile, and then turned into a whole hill made of stacked armor and weapons.

The beastmen all admired the power of Chaos and the grace of the Blood Mother. Especially the angry-horned beasts who believed in the Mother of Fury, their eyes were almost fixed on the sets of Chaos armor and weapons that were forged in the Blood Mother realm and had been honed in blood and rain.

However, they will not act easily without the order from the Chosen Ones.

Looking at the soldiers who were waiting outside the field impatiently but obediently, Al felt somewhat relieved. The cultivation of discipline is a continuous process, but now it seems that the initial results are being seen.

I had been planning to find a few reckless guys and give them dozens of whips to establish my authority, but it seems that’s not necessary.

The armored soldiers piled up more and more, higher and higher, even covering the eight-pointed star, and the beasts had to keep a distance to avoid being hurt by swords and knives.

Soon, the sacrifice was completed.

The entire assembly area was almost filled with armor and weapons from the Blood Mother. Al was having a headache about how to organize them. He raised his eyes and found that two large boxes had fallen down at the end.

A large black iron box, an image of a skull, and the Blood Mother's Reverse Khorne pattern glowed red, the condensed blood color was so rich that it was almost dripping out.

It does look somewhat similar to a large box with constellation patterns carved on it from an old anime created by the 11th District of the Modern Human League.

The last one is mostly good stuff!

Al lifted a two-handed giant sword from the ground, feeling the heavy weight and a burning sensation coming from the hilt, and handed it to a furious-horned beast for testing. The excited warrior easily crushed five stacked arena helmets with a single heavy blow.

I found another tree to test...

Shue: First of all, I didn't mess with any of you.

“Bang!”

I tried the sharp blade again. It can cut iron like mud, but it can also cut hair like a breeze. This level of sharpness, coupled with the heavy properties of a giant sword.

...

What is the Imperial Flower?

Can you recognize the furious horns of my greatsword?

Looking at the equipment on the field, which seemed to be enough to arm a legion of several thousand people, Al's hand holding the horse girl was shaking.

There is no three suns in the sky!

There are only two mothers in my heart!

Give whatever is needed and as much as is needed (of course, you have to make a sacrifice first). What is this?

Mother!

After being excited for a while, Al once again felt the meaning of the titles "Angry Mom" ​​and "Furious Mother".

The Blood Mother prepared a gift specifically for her own mortal son!

Armor of Moka 2.0 (one of the six artifacts of Archaon, the first Everchosen Unifier, and the armor worn by Moka)

Cold love.

(Picture at the end)

The whole body is red and gold, with a blood-red cloak that is dark as if stained with blood.

Containing the blessing of the Blood Mother, the owner is difficult to be injured by non-extremely strong attacks, but there is a possibility of being decapitated and having hands and heads cut off by extremely strong melee attacks (???)