Warhammer

In this respect, the Blood Mother is like Khorne and will not allow anyone to lose the opportunity to bleed.

Even her son.

But there is a problem with this set of armor. It requires the wearer to personally go to the battlefield and step on a river of blood in order to exert its power. It also draws strength from the fight between the two sides, increasing the wearer's strength and replenishing his stamina.

I was quite happy at the beginning. Wearing this set of Al, he didn't have to be afraid of the opponent's "the one riding the centaur is the Eternal Chosen" shooting thousands of arrows. The centaur was fine (ranged resistance MAX), but he himself was shot into a sieve.

After seeing it carefully, I found that this was not only the love from my mother, but also her encouragement.

Don’t you consider the consequences of me being hit by a group teleport?

Ai'er smiled and counted the tough guys that he would most likely meet as the Everchosen: the Protector of Osun, Taige who drew his sword and became the incarnation of Kane (I don't know what happened to him now), the tough guy with the hammer from the Empire who would always be indispensable, maybe he would just kill one and the next second he would be possessed by a god from heaven and brought back stronger, various demons, lords, monsters...

The most powerful ice mage of all time, who can summon the Czarina of the frozen prairie in blizzards; whose assassination skills are unpredictable, and who can force a 1-for-1 exchange with the Shadow Crown Hand (in the game, you can perform the agent's action at the cost of your own death, forcibly assassinate a non-legendary lord hero, while legendary characters are injured)

The living saint who can catch a bullet in the face, the captain of the guard of the main god Asuryan, the super waaaaaaagh green-skinned warlord, the Witch King himself, the blood dragon ancestor at the peak of martial arts, the big bone man Nagash, the big horned rat assassin who assassinated Sigmar's Chosen (it depends on the relationship between the four mothers and the ratmen), the most failed one who always wants to die but no one can kill him, the dwarf butcher who can force a 55- fight with anyone and kill the opponent...

In the future, there may be a beautiful dragon who has guarded the Zhendan Changyuan for a thousand years, and the Huns Kurgan dare not go south to herd horses, and the Chaos dare not bend his bow to complain; a green dragon who sits in the center and checks and balances the four sides; a younger brother Zhaoming who gets along well with the ogres; a monkey king who is not sure about the specific situation but guesses blindly that he is super proficient in sticks, and plans to challenge Weijing and ask all dragons to join forces to suppress him...

Each of them is a rare big boss. If it weren't for the internal division and the fact that a certain ancient version of Earth went crazy and insisted on destroying the world and restarting it, Al would doubt how Rat and the Chaos Martian Soldiers could succeed in their rebellion.

Thinking of the difference in attack and defense, this group of big guys teleported to his face and shouted: "The one wearing the red robe is the eternal god's choice"

Al looked at Leng Li's love with some confusion.

Although they say "we are different" and "we take the third approach".

But Al had no idea how tolerant the outside world would be towards him, the "new chaos" and "lawful chaos".

"Forget it, just wear it first."

He comforted himself, thinking that it would be a waste not to wear the life-saving artifact, and his descendants would not necessarily have to go to the battlefield every time when they grew up. If it really couldn't be done, it couldn't be done... Cao Mengde could shave off his beard and discard his robe, as the eternally chosen one of the gods, couldn't he take off his clothes and change into armor!

All armors and weapons have unique numbers. Having such a mark as a reference can help avoid the painful situations caused by obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Helmet, chest, arm armor, elbow pads, belt, leggings, iron boots...

Installation completed.

A mighty steel fury-horned beast stood in front of El with a greatsword in one hand and a kite shield with a spiked edge in the other.

The difference between the previous tribal warriors is simply the difference between chaos warriors and chosen champions.

"Good! Very energetic!"

Ai'er was inspired. With such elite soldiers and strong generals, why should he worry about the instability of the Southern Kingdom and the prosperity of his business?

He turned his head and looked at the centaur girl.

She had just opened another, larger box.

"boom!"

It's not an illusion, there are really lightning and thunder in the sky.

A strong smell of blood instantly spread throughout the place as the restraints were removed, making the angry-horned beasts restless. The terrifying fantasy of war made the civilians retreat one after another, as if they were running away from something terrible.

A violent warrior!

No, it's just an illusion, just a suit of armor.

Al blinked, almost thinking it was an illusion, and the next second when he saw the full picture of the armor, it floated up, and the strange weapon slashed at the centaur with the force of thunder.

"when!!!"

The Blood Mother Chosen swung the giant hammer, and the collision of metal and iron made a loud and sharp sound.

The centaur girl's weird face once again showed the crazy grin that only appeared in battle (occasionally suppressing El), and she rushed forward and smashed down with the giant hammer!

Al looked at two equally red figures, fighting from the gathering place all the way to the edge of the tribe. The village walls collapsed and the buildings were damaged. They were like two terrible bulldozers wreaking havoc in the camp.

After a long while, the Centaur finally walked out of the dust.

The armor was held in her hand, and the attacking instinct that was simply formed by the desire for killing and destruction had been destroyed by the Blood Mother Goddess, which meant that the armor was conquered.

Under the power of the Blood Mother, the armor automatically disintegrated and then attached to the Centaur's body, completing the assembly.

It is exactly:

I saw Ma Niang, who was twelve feet tall, with a thin waist and shoulders, and a face like a demon concubine, with sword-like eyebrows that were as blue as the sky and as red as the forehead, a pair of red eyes, a nose like a jade pillar, and a mouth as red as cinnabar. She wore a bright silver crown with two dragons fighting for treasures, and pearls embedded in the top of her head, which radiated light. She had a pheasant tail floating behind her head.

He wears a three-pronged purple gold crown on his head, a Xichuan red cotton robe with flowers on his body, a beast-faced sky-swallowing chain armor on his body, and a belt of exquisite lions and barbarians around his waist. He carries a curved blade and holds a painted halberd. He is a centaur who is originally a hissing wind. He can be said to be: "A hero among men, a true dragon among horses!"

He is majestic and imposing, holding a halberd in his left hand and a meteorite hammer in his right.

His body was covered in dust, his eyes were fierce, he was awe-inspiring and full of madness!

Al swallowed.

Ma Niang walked up to him and released the hammer, causing the ground to shake.

He then raised his halberd and thrust it into the ground, causing the boy to stop in place. He then reached out to grab the boy and held him in his arms, while watching the beastmen busy themselves with the Chaos Armor bestowed by the Blood Mother.

El lay in Ma Niang's arms, his eyes constantly staring at the Fang Tian Ji. Compared with his impression, the two blades of the halberd were longer, shaped like a scimitar, with sharp edges exposed at the tips. Looking at it made one feel cold and frightened. It was really a peerless magic weapon.

Al only felt that the cold light on the cold blade was enchanting and dazzling.

"mom, Mom, Mom."

"Ok?"

Ma Niang's sharp expression softened slightly. She pressed the boy's head and asked him in a low voice if he wanted to go back.

"No, just, right here."

"Ah."

Ma Niang nodded without saying anything, but Al's attention was constantly drawn to the cold and beautiful weapon.

Fortunately, it is for Ma Niang.

When deciding which offspring to bestow upon Ai'er, he would have to consider the development of the Imperial Guards.

Chapter 64: Building an Army

"Looking back to the time when I led the remaining tribes into Pina, there were less than a thousand people, and only a few hundred warriors. The men and horses were exhausted (Ma Niang winked) and morale was low; the people were in dire straits, and the tribe was in danger of collapse."

El stood in the assembly area, with his offspring standing in two rows in front of him. The second batch of fast-growing sons of El, who had already grown into teenagers, were mixed into a separate row and placed together with the army of angry-horned beasts.

The young father paced back and forth, mumbling something in his mouth, saying something that sounded a bit awkward and difficult to understand, "Fortunately, God has not destroyed the tribe! The four mothers have blessed Pina, and I and the others have overcome all difficulties and rebuilt our foundation!"

"Now the horses are fat and the men are strong (the horse girl winks), and the weapons are sharp!" El's steps are getting faster and faster, and his expression is getting more and more excited, "The time and place are all right!"

The boy screamed in pain, and the eldest daughter was the first to react and rushed over.

"Don't panic, generals!"

The Chosen One waved his hands and stuck out his tongue.

Bite.

"Cough." She retracted her tongue and pursed it, a layer of blush spread across her fair neck.

"As the eldest sons, it is time for you to follow your husband... and for your father to follow your father in expanding the territory."

That was a close call, I almost turned into a ghost.

Why does Misha look so disappointed?

Oh, it’s gone. It seems to be an illusion.

Al cleared his throat and continued, "The four of you will lead a thousand soldiers and civilians each to open up the southwest. I will separate a piece of stone from the Nurturing Rock and give it to you to take away."

"Recruit more people, gather intelligence, and prepare for our troops to march out to fight the greenskins and humans."

"Father, we still hope to continue to receive your teachings (Father, you can't! We are still young, and we hope to stay with you for a while longer)."

Al had already fallen into hallucination and couldn't extricate himself. He pretended to be angry and shouted:

"Why are you acting like a child? You are old and strong, even stronger than your father (you are not young anymore, you are taller than me). Besides, a man's ambition is not limited by age. The end is coming. Regardless of age, we must all work together for the great cause and strive forward!"

"In the future, when the situation is settled and the tribe is stable, there will be a time for us to sit in front of each other and enjoy the family life. Now I am leaving, leaving!"

The descendants looked at each other, not knowing how to respond.

Al said angrily: "My order has been issued! If you don't obey, you will be punished like this! Like this! Like this..."

The Eternal Chosen looked around, found nothing in his hands, and couldn't find anything he could break, so he walked a few steps to the side of Ma Niang, who was fully armed and looked like a killer, and held the Fang Tian Ji with both hands.

"..."

This thing is a bit heavy.

The horse girl let go of her hand, and Al held the halberd tightly with both hands, cursing in his heart.

The horse girl, who could no longer bear to watch, grabbed Leng Li Zhi Ai, lifted El up, and skillfully put him back on her back.

"speak nicely."

Ma-niang's words took on a hint of seriousness, and Al shuddered slightly and swallowed.

"You take your people out to explore, continue to develop, and accumulate strength. The greenskins have already crossed the river, and humans are in a bit of a precarious situation. I'm going to take advantage of the chaos to carve up a kingdom and protect the country and the people."

"Open up some space for development. If there's a chance, the whole family can go out of the forest together and test the trap set by the profiteers of Estalia!" El couldn't help gritting his teeth when he mentioned this.

Suddenly, he changed his tone and said, "You are all my descendants... but you are not just my children! You are the strongest and smartest of your kind, and you are the blessed warriors with my blood and my blessing."

All the descendants knelt on one knee in front of the Centaur Girl and El to express their loyalty to the Father of Genes and the blessings of the Four Mother Goddesses.

"I give you my name - Sons of Aiur. You are blessed beyond your fellow creatures."

"You are an extension of my will and power!"

"You will be worshipped and loved by the people!"

"You were conceived from your respective mothers' wombs and came into this world!"

"So you should shoulder greater responsibilities and beliefs!"

"My children!"

Al called out, and his descendants responded in unison:

"I'm waiting here!"

"Where's my legion?"

The entire old assembly area was already filled with a dense army of angry-horned beasts. They were leaning on their weapons and kneeling on one knee in front of them.

"I'm waiting here!"

"Where are my people!"

The outer perimeter of the assembly ground had been opened, and the Beastmen tribesmen with their families gathered outside the grounds. Without hesitation, they, like their descendants and the army, knelt before the Eternal Chosen and reaffirmed their loyalty.

"I'm waiting here!"

Al squeezed the horse's belly gently. Alina and he were already familiar with each other's bodies and even the smallest movements. Holding the halberd upside down, they ran in the camp.

"We are from the past - many of you may not have any memories of the past, because most of you have been blessed by the Four Mothers to escape from the ignorance and filth of the past."

A chorus of praises from the "Four Graced Mothers" rang out, and Al then said loudly:

“But I tell you this: Gifts cannot open the door to lasting salvation!”

"But above the mortal world, the end is near! It is like a baby in the womb, growing and maturing, just waiting to be born!"

The beasts then prayed again, "Blessed Mothers, please save us."

El rode on Alina, standing between the army and the tribesmen, and shouted to the beasts:

"The path to salvation is only in our hands. I will lead you on the path to practice!"

"I will annex the nations and unite the tribes. I will build a harmonious city in the forests, on the mountains, and at the port of the earth! All my people will live in peace there, and natural disasters will not disturb them, and wars will not harm them!"

"In the name of the new four gods, I will rule over all peoples. Warriors of all races, join me and together we will safeguard the peace of the mortal world!"

"This is my death oath, in the name of El! I will stand with you and never betray you!"

"For one generation, two generations, three generations, and even for eternity, it will never change!"

Cries continued to echo from the herd, and everyone was desperately reaching out to El. The Chosen One rode on the pony girl and circled the field so that all the tribesmen could see him clearly with their own eyes.

"Today, eight thousand people will be divided into four groups based on family units. Each group will have one thousand soldiers and civilians, a total of eight thousand people. They will follow my descendants and continue to move west to expand the foundation."

"The remaining soldiers and civilians total 9,000. Leave 3,000 to guard the base of the tribe, and 6,000 to follow me and march south to Pina!"