Warhammer

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"Why!" the garrison officer in charge of the interrogation asked angrily.

The Weiling Sword and Shield Chamber of Commerce's part-time job, or main business, is mercenary business, which is very common in the Southern Kingdom.

Patrick Welling is a famous man, and the mercenary group under his command is the backbone of this defense against the greenskins.

"He said that the nuns ruined his boss's plan. Originally, the defense of the entire city was going to fall into the hands of Wei Ling Jian Shield. His boss could become the commander-in-chief of the city defense, the tribune, and even run for speaker in the future."

"Fuck Partridge! In the name of the goddess, pull out this greedy snake! Hang him in front of the nun and repent!"

The crowd was in an uproar, and some people were left behind to take care of the nun. At this time, the companions of the head nun had also arrived. The remaining people were holding swords, spears, and shields, and took the gunman to the parliament to demand an explanation.

On the other side, the Speaker heaved a sigh of relief after hearing the good news, wiped the sweat off his face while sitting on the chair, and the scene suddenly became less tense.

He waved his hand, signaling the servants to refill everyone present with a glass of wine, then put his feet on the table and said to Partridge, "Hey, this matter is over for now, but you almost caused the overthrow of Weiling. I personally don't need anything, but you need to compensate the residents of the city who were traumatized by this incident."

The man raised his head and smiled at the Speaker.

Then he and his companions suddenly raised their hands, and they had several muskets in their hands without knowing when.

After a volley of gunfire, the speaker's body was torn into pieces like a sack, and blood kept flowing out.

Many of the guards responsible for suppressing the situation suddenly drew their swords against their companions. After the fight, most of the casualties occurred on both sides. Patrick said nothing and quickly moved with his men and companions, but they happened to run into some residents who came to ask for an explanation.

The remaining guards shouted in shock and anger, "Partridge killed the Speaker," and in an instant a street fight broke out between the residents and the Chamber of Commerce.

The leader, Patrick, was hit by several arrows and fell to the ground. The remaining men were killed or captured one after another. A fat man who looked like a manager was tearfully revealing the truth: Patrick had always wanted to seize the position of Speaker. Originally, he had planned to integrate the defense of Viling during the greenskin siege and then use force to seize the position of Speaker. Who knew that the nuns were so brave and with the help of the expeditionary force, he could not seize power.

But before this, in order to win over everyone, he had almost gone bankrupt. As a result, when the tribe came to help, his calculations failed. With the powerful reinforcements, his voice was naturally greatly reduced.

Unwilling to give up, he took a risk and deceived the parliament, claiming that his Chamber of Commerce had dealt with the tribe a long time ago and that the other side was a group of bloodthirsty and cruel barbarians who liked to rape, plunder and forcibly seize human women. He incited everyone to support him in diverting the trouble, but ended up angering the tribe that came to help sincerely, and the two sides almost went to war.

He was forced by the Speaker to give up his property to apologize to the tribe and compensate the residents, but Patridge, who had already spent all his money on bribery and bribing others, was desperate and unwilling to hand over everything he had. So he killed the Speaker in anger and planned to take everyone to a secret escape passage in the Goddess Church, and use the one-time teleportation there to run to Bilbali or Bretonnia.

A barely logical explanation.

The angry crowd naturally did not delve into the contradiction any further and immediately announced that all property of Patridge and his partners would be permanently confiscated. They also stated that they would send Patridge's body to the tribal army and tell the tribal allies about the deeds of this despicable human being.

He was dissuaded by the remaining parliamentarians in order to avoid losing face among his allies.

The crowd then dispersed in a noisy manner.

The dust has settled.

The Three-Eyed Raven stood on the top of the tower of the Myrmidia Cathedral, tilting his head and observing everything in the city.

The elder sister is still in a coma.

Chapter 88: Blood Mother is above! Fake Faith, die!

Through the shaman's magic, Al learned about the riots in the city.

Put your hands up, it wasn’t me who did it.

Their internal strife also saved Al from taking action. Killing them might infuriate the people, while not killing them would make it difficult for him to maintain his authority.

Then the Weiling people enthusiastically sent out a welcoming group of men, women, young and old to once again solemnly welcome the arrival of their tribal allies.

The residents of the city are clearing the ruins, planning to clear out a piece of land for Al to move in. They have also specially prepared a wealthy mansion that survived the bombardment and siege and is intact, in preparation for inviting the Beast King of the tribe to visit.

Although he had an absolute advantage, with Al's vigilance, he would never be stupid enough to dive into someone else's pocket without controlling the overall situation.

Just in case, just in case.

Al asked the famous question: "Are there any prostitutes in this city?"

He immediately cut off his beard and threw away his robe, and the title of the eternal chosen one of God became a laughing stock.

So he was just stationed on the periphery as a courtesy, and at the same time sent people to control the inside and outside of that section of the city wall where his headquarters was located, but he did not go deep into the city.

Even when the expeditionary force and representatives of Wei Ling came to invite him together, he declined and stayed in the army.

The main reason is to prevent assassinations, raids, and to stay in the army.

The secondary reason was that Al's evening time was already occupied by his adoptive mother.

Physical occupation.

Obviously, after the baptism of blood, Ma Niang's sexual desire was aroused and became stronger than before.

The boy was held in the centaur's arms, and the two kissed passionately. Al played with both breasts with his hands at the same time.

Ma Niang was already sweating profusely, her long red hair scattered on her naked upper body, her eyes were filled with burning desire that seemed to be dripping with water, she wished she could swallow her adopted son whole.

She sucked hard, taking Al's tongue into her mouth, sucking for a while, then bent her front hoof and put the boy down.

Signal with a raised hip.

Al lowered his head, bit his nipple, and stroked the horse girl's body with his left hand, all the way to her back.

The joy is still a long way from ending.

In another part of the city, another game of the Four Gods was going on.

......

"waaaaaagh!"

The ferocious greenskin warrior swung his giant axe at him. The nun gritted her teeth, dragged her warhammer forward, and crashed into the warrior's arms, dodging his axe. She exerted force on her shoulder and pushed him back.

He took advantage of the situation and swung the hammer from bottom to top, smashing the big guy's jaw and fangs.

The greenskin fell to the ground.

The elder sister was panting, bent over, and holding her knee with one hand.

A sound of metal clashing came from a distance, and Helen raised her head and looked.

An exotic warrior wearing a strange-style robe and with his long hair tied into a high bun on his head was drawing a long sword from its sheath.

Helen bit her lip, raised her hand to wipe the blood off her cheek, and walked towards the other side with the warrior.

.....

The long sword was completely scrapped by the warhammer, but before it shattered, it had left several extremely fatal scars on the Sister's already scarred armor and body.

The oriental warrior was stabbed in the chest by the broken blade of his own weapon by the nun. Before he died, he gave Helen a look of praise, said something in a language the nun could not understand, and then lowered his head.

The nun didn't have the energy to think about these things. She staggered a few steps, grabbed the flying hammer, and then she couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground.

The dry, hot sand stuck to her face, and she closed her eyes and rested for a while.

A strange energy was continuously flowing into her body from nothingness, healing her wounds and repairing her armor.

A huge sound of air vibration came from afar. The nun suddenly opened her eyes, grabbed the warhammer and stood up quickly.

A divine beast with golden scales and radiant light like the sun descended from the sky and landed in front of the nun.

The cold animal eyes revealed a kind of indifference towards ants.

The elder sister curled her lips and walked towards the dragon.

.....

Just as Helen was about to swing her war hammer to permanently cure the headache of the man kneeling on the ground in gorgeous clothes, a group of knights rushed in from outside the town.

"stop!"

The insignia on their armor and banners was so dazzling that anyone who understood its symbolism would know that these were the Reiksguard, the Emperor's personal troops.

"Sister Helen, you are not qualified to judge an imperial viscount privately!" the leading knight warned, holding the reins with his right hand and his left hand on the hilt of the sword.

"The court has already punished him. He will be stripped of his management rights over his territory and people. The emperor has ordered him to be confined to the Stannis family mansion in Altdorf."

The elder sister kicked the man to the ground. The thin man spat out blood and lost consciousness on the spot. Then he raised his warhammer at the Rick Guards and pointed his other hand at a group of naked women nearby.

Among them there were even pregnant women and young girls.

They hugged each other, crying out of fear, their bodies covered with scars.

"Grounded?"

"punish!"

She roared, her pupils seeming to turn blood red.

"What about them? What about their husbands? The torture and suffering their families have endured - is this how the emperor measures the value of his subjects?"

"A noble can arrest and torture the men in his territory at will, and take their women and daughters!"

Chief Rick's mount seemed to be frightened by the elder sister and took a few steps back uneasily. The chief kept pulling the reins to control the horse.

"This is the will of the court!"

"You can find a way to appeal, but I must take Viscount Stannis back to Altdorf."

The nun took a deep breath and kicked the man in the crotch. He arched his body like a dead shrimp and let out a miserable howl.

Just as the Rick Guards were about to step forward, the Sister turned around, pointed her hammer at the riders with murderous intent.

The riders' movements paused for a moment, and the elder sister exhaled again, leaving to the other side of the territory.

.....

Ever since she defeated the dragon, the nun could no longer distinguish between dreams and reality, as if she was really traveling in human land.

From time to time, she encountered bandits who plundered villages and tax collectors who levied heavy taxes. She used the hammer in her hand to chop open their heads one by one, and then left amid the people's greetings and cheers.

The greedy factory owner kept a factory guard team and used muskets and bayonets to suppress workers who demanded wages and compensation for work injuries. She dispersed the factory owner's running dogs and was about to drag their master out of the magnificently decorated villa and hang him on the factory gate.

Sigma's pastor came out with a compassionate face and told her that the factory owner was a devout believer and a major donor to the church.

Bishop Nuln personally took charge of the matter and sent a stern warning to the Sisters' Headquarters in Modheim, demanding that she leave Nuln immediately and not interfere with the situation of the rebellious workers.

Sister Helen took a deep breath, and under the supervision of the priest and the crusaders led by the priest, she turned and left in the grateful but lost gazes of the workers.

The cruel nobles treated the people in their territory as pigs, dogs and playthings. After losing the horse race with the neighboring nobles, they hung up and whipped the stable boy who was responsible for feeding the horses, thinking that the boy was lazy and did not cut enough hay. The stable boy who pleaded for his son was beaten, and then thrown into the manure pit with his son and drowned. He held the child in his hands before he died.

The increased taxes were forcibly levied, and the peasants gathered together to petition the lord, calling in the cavalry from the castle, charging back and forth, capturing the families of the victims and selling them as slaves, including pregnant women and children.

Every time when the elder sister wanted to smash this ugly evil with her war hammer, there would always be various people or things that stood in front of her, shook their heads, and told her: "You can't do this."

“He is a nobleman”

“He is a wealthy businessman”

“He’s a pastor”

“He is a gentleman of distinction”

“This is the will of the court.”

"The Emperor Has Made His Judgment"

"Archbishop's warning"

"A severe warning from Mordheim Headquarters"

The elder sister was extremely angry.

The fire of rage burned in her chest, threatening to turn all her internal organs into fuel.

"Why don't you resist!"

She turned around and harshly questioned those who were oppressed and who came to her for help.