Warhammer

Celestine finally swung her sword firmly.

"Ding!"

Chapter 7: The Fastest Horseman, the Apparition of the Blood Mother

Alina used a small knife she got out of nowhere to knock the dagger out of Celestine's hand, and the spinning dagger slashed across her left wrist in the air.

Celestine loosened her hand and Al fell down. He didn't even bother to wipe his tears as he scrambled away. He hid behind the woman's horse and suddenly collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

Even when I was fighting Zarkon (big shush), I didn't feel so close to the fear of death.

The woman quickly bent down and picked up the dagger on the ground. Before she turned around, a huge shadow enveloped Celestine's entire body. She raised her head and looked.

The scarlet eyes looked down at the woman, her charming face expressionless and cold as ice.

"You are very brave, human woman."

The woman horse spoke word by word in a calm tone, her huge and agile body trembling slightly, as if she was trying hard to suppress something.

She stretched out her hand to grab Celestine's throat, but even though she was acutely aware of it, her body could not keep up with the woman's speed, and she could only watch helplessly as her vitals were grabbed by someone.

"Uh!"

Alina grabbed Celestine from the ground, and the latter kicked instinctively and accidentally dropped the carpet covering her body, leaving her naked again.

The dagger was easily taken away, and he could only grab Alina's arms with both hands and try his best to resist.

"If you have more than this strength, I will be happy to use your defeat as a sacrifice to the Blood Mother."

The woman-horse grabbed Celestine's neck, turned around, tilted her head, and signaled the boy with her eyes.

Al sat on the ground in a daze, his face covered in dirt and bruises and traces of tears. He rolled around on the ground and his body was also covered in the same stains. He looked pitiful.

He sat there in a daze and didn't even notice the woman's gesture.

"Your Highness, Son of God's Grace, how are you going to deal with this?" Alina had to speak. Although Celestine, who was held in her hand, could not see the boy's expression and movements behind her, she subconsciously tensed up and held the woman's hand even harder.

Al woke up from his dream, looking at the attack and defense situation, the naked woman who was caught in the air in an extremely embarrassing situation, silent and staring blankly at her smooth back, her long golden hair cascading over her hips and legs.

Her long legs were twisted together, her hands tightly grasped the woman horse's arms, her head was held high, and she looked very painful.

Even if we exclude those minor, erotic, and unethical thoughts.

Al really wanted a mother.

I've always wanted to.

He covered his face and knelt on the ground sobbing because of the fear of being close to death. The woman raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"Send her away, let her go back to the city..." Al choked, not knowing who he was crying for.

For the first time, Alina was puzzled by the will of the Blood Mother. She was surprised that a boy who looked so weak could be the son of God's grace under the power of the Blood Mother. But she was just confused. At least for now, the Fury Mother still favored Ai'er. She could look at the great and terrible blood-red figure on the skull steps through the latter's eyes.

"According to your will."

She curled her lips, put the woman aside, and blew a whistle to call a few beastmen to guard the periphery to prevent the woman from escaping. They were Alina's followers, not those corrupted and lustful evil horned beasts under Zaken. To these guys who began to worship the Blood Mother like Alina, or perhaps could be described as "angry horned beasts", fighting and heads were more important than anything else. A woman? Is she strong? If she is, we can try to chop off her head.

Al also stopped crying. He now felt that his behavior was so ridiculous and embarrassing. His face was red, but it couldn't be seen because of the dirt on his face.

"You've been to the Estalia city. Can you find time to send her back?" El followed the woman on horseback and whispered to her, not even daring to glance at the woman.

"Okay, but that might require leaving you alone in the tribe. The believers of the Shepherd of All Things might be okay after I'm gone, but those evil-horned beasts may not be obedient." Alina didn't want to reject Al's request directly, so she had to refuse half-threateningly.

"I, I'll go with you!"

Go to the civilized world!

El's eyes suddenly lit up. Even if he was not an elf in the medieval world, it would be too miserable to fall into the beastman tribe, second only to the old farmer in Batto. As for the rat, it was not within his comparison range at all. It would be better to find a place such as the holy fire of Asuryan to burn himself clean than to be dressed like that and work as a beastman for the big-horned rat when he dies. As for the greenskins, don't compare them to species that Jill doesn't even have.

Al would rather be a Tomb King's skeleton, strive to become a senior executive (referring to a common-looking lord) one day, and collect figures.

The woman horse suddenly sneered and pawed the ground restlessly with her hind legs.

"Are you sure?"

She asked Al back.

"what?"

The boy was confused.

Alina simply drew out her scimitar and handed it to Al. He dodged back as if in a stress reaction, raised his head and saw the woman's smiling gaze, then he stood back embarrassedly.

The material of the scimitar is very smooth and can really reflect the appearance of a person. Al looked at the dirty little boy on the blade in confusion and couldn't even believe that it was himself.

"Look at your eyes!"

Alina couldn't help but remind.

"Eyes, eyes?"

Al couldn't help but move closer, and was shocked by what he saw. In his pupils, there was a throne so huge that it connected the sky and the earth, burning with raging blood flames. The mountains were just angular black dots around the base, and countless skulls were laid under the steps of the throne. There was a terrifying giant figure that stood tall and upright sitting on the throne, and seemed to be thinking. Suddenly, it seemed to notice Al's gaze, and reached out to pick up a stick from both sides of the throne and threw it at the boy.

The stick was spinning in the air, and the potential energy it created seemed to break the space of the throne world. It was getting closer and bigger in Al's sight.

"what!"

Al fell to the ground, covering his eyes.

At the same time, at the edge of the Western Badlands, a mixed army of humans, dwarves, and even a few elves was in a bitter battle. Their mission was to pass through Tyrell and head to the Sea Gate, but they were forced to land due to a shipwreck, and were attacked by greenskins. A large number of greenskins poured out from the wasteland and ruins, and several greenskin warships flying the funny smiley flag bypassed the river bay and appeared in front of the coalition.

The big guys riding war pigs have ancient and barbaric tattoos on their bodies. A mysterious power makes their skin tougher and more resistant to physical attacks. Each big guy can fight against at least two human swordsmen or spearmen, especially when they have those wild and crazy war pig mounts.

But this is not the biggest problem. The problem is that these greenskins used some unknown method to piece together a few tattered warships that looked like they were made of garbage casually by the Titans!

Those strange greenskinned boomerangs with uneven barrels and bodies were constantly bombarding the coalition positions. If they did not form a formation, they would find it difficult to resist the impact of the big war pigs. Once they formed a stable formation, those despicable goblins who operated the boomerangs would send shells at them in a frenzy, easily taking the lives of several soldiers.

"Gronnie's beard, I swear I will chop off the skulls of every goblin I see from now on! And then stuff them into the trebuchet and throw them out!"

The dwarf engineer Morin looked through the telescope at the goblins on the ship, shouting and screaming. His beard turned a little white with anger. He was even more distressed when he saw a cannonball knock two dwarves who were operating muskets flying. For the dwarves in the Reconquista era, the life of every member of the tribe was so precious that even the traditional butcher's oath was restricted by the legislation of the Supreme Court:

Before taking the butcher's oath, every dwarf must pass multiple reviews and screenings to ensure that the insults suffered or the mistakes made by him, his family, or his friends have reached a certain level of severity before he can pass. In addition, his personal martial arts must also be tested by the Butcher's Church to ensure that every dwarf's life will not be wasted easily by himself.

Just when the coalition forces were helpless against the green-skinned warships at sea and seemed to be heading towards their own destruction in constant consumption and tearing, a miracle happened!

A crack appeared on the sea surface, and a terrible roar from Chaos came out from it. Then, a terrible attack swept across the sea, cutting several greenskin warships in half. The offensive was so terrible that the aftermath caused huge waves on the sea.

The wild greenskins who were besieging the coalition forces were stunned when they saw this scene. In their impression, even the Big Foot and Iron Fist released by the tribal shaman could not have such power, not even the Big Foot Colossus could do it!

The morale of the greenskins dropped rapidly in an instant, and the coalition forces seized this opportunity.

"Use everything you can!"

Moore stood on the chevaux de frise, blew off a big guy's head with a single shot from his double-shot gun of hatred, and turned around and shouted.

A swift figure rushed out from behind him, stepped on Moore's shoulder and jumped into the battle circle. With the swing of two swords, he took the lives of the two big guys.

"Long-eared boy! I will record your actions just now in the Book of Hatred!" Morin's eyes were wide open, and he rushed into the battlefield with two guns in hand. The soldiers of the coalition forces launched a counterattack while shouting the names of the gods and symbols of Order such as Sigma, Myrmidia, and the Phoenix Court.

All this has nothing to do with El, who is still living a primitive life in the Estalia Forest.

......

Al rubbed his eyes, which turned red.

The woman handed the scimitar to him again, and he waved his hand quickly.

"No more watching."

"As you can see, the Blood Mother can see the mortal world through your eyes, and others can also witness Her greatness through your eyes."

Alina's words made it clear that with such a buff in place, as long as someone made eye contact with Al, they would see what was in his eyes.

Keywords: toilet (crossed out), throne, skull, blood, brass...

Calling the Inquisition, there are Khorne elements here!

Al bit his fingernails subconsciously, trying to find a solution.

"Like, if it's my eyes, I can put on an eye patch to cover it up!"

The solution suddenly occurred to him.

"Just use something thinner that allows you to see outside, or wear a pair of glasses... well, you might only have these in the city, anyway!"

Alina didn't respond, but reached out and rubbed his head.

She was a little stunned.

Son of God’s grace, if you have the part of God’s grace, how can you lack the part of a child?

The woman moved her horse forward, intending to check out the situation in the tribe. The previous group of evil-horned beasts had been gone for a long time, so she had to check the situation at all times.

Halfway through the walk, the woman suddenly turned back. She leaned over, got close to the boy who was standing there, looking somewhat lost, and whispered in his ear:

"Also, from what I've observed, you have more than one mark on your body."

"what?"

Al was puzzled.

Alina stretched out her hand and stroked his cheek, then moved down along the boy's back until she stopped at the coccyx. She suddenly pressed hard, and a tingling sensation as if she was electrocuted went straight from the coccyx to the top of his head.

Her movements paused as Al exclaimed.

The woman-horse's fingers traced across Al's lower back.

"Let's find a water source when we have time."

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving the blushing boy, who twisted his body from time to time, trying to see what was behind him.

Chapter 8: Prophecy!

Only after the woman left did Al realize how helpless he was.

He walked to the hole left by the woman's centaur when she broke in and sat down against the wall, facing the woman. In this way, if she wanted to chase him with a sword again and miraculously got rid of the angry-horned beasts, Al would have enough time and space to escape and chase the woman's centaur.

Al suddenly found that he had begun to rely on her. For example, now, he felt inexplicably anxious when Alina left.

Perhaps it was because the woman was the first person he had ever met in this world with whom he could communicate normally and who was kind to him, and she was also a person of the opposite sex with big breasts.

He now seemed to have nothing except Alina's kindness and the invisible and intangible "God's grace". The unrealistic fantasy of family affection that once existed briefly was also shattered in the battle cry "For Sigmar".

Al hugged his legs, buried his face between his knees and took a deep breath.

Even if this is the case, I will fight for a better... beautiful, beautiful "grass!"

The woman he had been silently paying attention to was glowing!

"The big guy with the hammer has appeared!"

As soon as this thought came to Al's mind, he felt a chill on the back of his neck. According to Alina, with his current identity as the "Son of God's Grace", if he were placed on the side of order, he would at best be a cult leader who was hated by everyone. The Blood Mother even observed the world through his eyes. If Sigma saw this and called Al, with his small body, he would be doomed!

Or he could give the nearby bald guys a dream and an order, and bring thousands of tough guys into the mountains to suppress them. On the first day that Al came to the Middle Ages, he hadn't done anything yet, but he had already opened two dungeons, Hercules and Orphan of Zhao.

But Celestine herself was also surprised. She had never given up praying to Sigma since she woke up. However, this light was not a manifestation of Sigma, but someone else was looking for traces of her existence.

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"Does that guy's spell really work?"

The young attendant flicked the fallen leaves off his hat, adjusted the red tail feathers from the side of the hat, and grumbled a little dissatisfiedly.

"Quiet!"

The one-eyed old Hart scolded unhappily, "Don't forget what you promised us when you were clamoring to come out with Rhine, Will."

The young man walked to the side silently, leaned against the tree trunk in a daze, and silently criticized old Hart in his heart that his silence was louder than all the noises he made combined.

But Will thought that after this mission was over, he would be able to order the younger generations in his family and the newcomers in the army around as superiors and officers when he returned, and the troubles he was experiencing now would not seem so unbearable.

"Found her!"

Rhine clenched his hands hidden under his cloak into fists. He remained calm but couldn't help asking:

"What's the situation? Can you confirm where she is?"

The person let out a long sigh and took off his hood, revealing a delicate face. The simple tattoos on her cheeks and forehead not only did not affect her charm, but instead added a bit of weirdness to her face.

It is worth mentioning that the woman has long, pointed elf ears.

A wood elf that is very rare outside of a big forest!

The wood elf ignored his anxious mood and leisurely found a place to sit down. After taking a deep breath, he said, "She is in this forest... We already have the exact location."