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Around Sadolin, hundreds of bloody dead ghosts embraced the newborn Blood Queen, six of whom were her most trusted guards! A large number of blood souls flew behind her, wailing, and spinning, gradually interweaving into the true appearance of the God of Murder. Her eyes no longer looked like those of a mortal, without any sadness or joy, but only a pure desire for murder and blood.

An old god, long forgotten by time, has awakened.

Chapter 467: Seven Plagues

Mortarion looked at the shadow of the Blood God without fear. A rotten green spine floated above her small back. Then, twenty-four illusory transparent ribs, like twelve pairs of rotten green arms, stretched out from both sides of the illusory spine and gently wrapped her in it.

A large amount of bloated and rotten flesh and blood rapidly grew from the psychic skeleton, expanding and transforming into a rotten and decayed flesh and blood giant. The giant was wearing rusty iron armor, holding a giant sickle and staff exactly the same as its master, and a pair of colorful giant butterfly wings suddenly stretched out to both sides, splashing water all around.

Sprinkling colorful poisonous scale powder, the horrible poisonous plague spread out from her like a tide! The huge body filled the narrow corridor!

Sadolin pointed lightly, and in an instant, countless Mamluks and drow elves who were in a state of bloody carnival, laughed wildly and rushed forward, like a torrent of blood, constantly attacking the Lord of Plague and the forty-three death shrouds around him, fighting with them wildly, and the sharp blades hit the armor, sparks flying and clanging.

The state in which they are covered in blood mist is very similar to the berserk state blessed by Khorne, but normal berserker will lose sanity, and while the attack will be greatly enhanced, some defense loopholes will appear. The crazy and bloodthirsty minds only know how to kill, kill, and kill, and they cannot concentrate on casting spells at all.

And these people still maintained their sanity in the bloody carnival. Not only could the mages cast spells calmly, but the warriors' fighting skills also became more sophisticated, with all-round bonuses on attack and defense. Some maids who had never held a knife before could even fight with elite soldiers like the Death Shroud for one or two rounds, and could even block one or two moves before being hacked to death on the spot.

Kane appreciates the entire process of murder rather than the final result.

Khorne does not care where the blood comes from, He only cares whether there is enough blood.

Mortarion wielded a huge scythe, and her psychic shadow, like a puppet, also wielded a huge scythe, sweeping across the narrow corridor, cutting four people in half and smashing an entire wall. Eight broken corpses mixed with crushed rock dust covered the entire corridor. Although they had been greatly strengthened and improved, the level of these maids was not as good as that of the Janissaries. Even if they disappeared from the stairs, they could get around the Death Guards with their familiarity with the palace, which would only add some trouble.

However, the blood of the dead was absorbed by the horrifying blood shadow.

Being ordered to go forward and die is also considered killing.

Mortarion brought the Death Shroud to crush these maids and eunuchs who had little fighting ability, killing them all over the long corridor, with blood flowing like a river. Not to mention the deaths of those in the Death Shroud, there was not even a single wounded person. She stepped on the pile of broken corpses and got closer and closer to Sadolin. However, she gradually felt that something was wrong. Not to mention that the blood of these dead people flowed to Sadolin herself, what was the situation with the increasingly powerful blood shadow?

Mortarion clenched the scythe in his right hand and swept it across, clearing the area in front of him. He raised the three-flowered, seven-leafed Dark Lantern Staff with his left hand and used an identification spell. His eyes widened instantly.

力量10+22、敏捷18+31、体质10+19

智力24+23、感知10+17、魅力16+22

What the hell is this???

Mortarion swung the scythe in disbelief, killing another person, and then found that her agility had become 18+32!

"Stop! Everyone, take a defensive stance! Don't kill another person!"

Mortarion felt a little regretful. He was too arrogant just now. He looked down on the defeated Mamluk and the useless queen. He did not take their words seriously at all and killed them directly. But it didn't matter. No matter how powerful she was, she was just an eighth-level psychic. It was not too late now!

Mortarion held up the Hades Lantern, and three Hades flowers burned into three gloomy and terrifying ghost fires, and then turned into three sharp and terrifying psychic rays, which blasted at the opponent with a scream, and then disappeared in a sea of ​​blood. Only three figures made of blood were seen, screaming miserably, and their bodies made of blood were covered with various herpes and pus. The whole person was rotting from the inside out, and dissolved into a pool of highly poisonous pus.

Mortarion was somewhat surprised that the other party actually had a way to transfer damage.

Sadolin was secretly horrified that it took so much blood to neutralize the opponent's attack. If she was hit by this thing, her flesh would melt away instantly and turn into a pool of pus. After realizing that the opponent was not easy to deal with, she jumped directly from the window, using her blood to replace the damage of falling from the fourth floor, and escaped from Mortarion's scythe.

"Don't even think about running away!"

Mortarion raised the Dark Lantern and cast another spell at the wall. The horrible plague pus gushed out like a tide, corroding the entire wall and revealing a large hole for him to pass through. The plague shadow that covered the sky and the sun flapped its poisonous wings and immediately chased after him - it would be really difficult to let this guy murder some people. Fortunately, Cain's chosen one was only an eighth-level warlock. If this thing was given to people like Angron, it would be a real disaster.

Sadolin looked at Mortarion who broke through the wall, and ran as fast as she could without saying a word. As she fled, she screamed again! The palace guards who heard her voice burst into blood mist. The royal Mamluks who stayed behind drew their bows and arrows and shot rockets at Mortarion. The rockets hit the shadow forged by psychic energy with clanging sounds. Although they failed to destroy the defense, the dazzling flaming rockets interfered with her vision and speed, causing the little queen to flee towards the busiest downtown area in Cairo.

And those centurion-level Mamluks did have the strength to threaten him. A Mamluk centurion roared and threw a spear, which even pierced his own poisonous wings.

"Get away!!!"

Mortarion was filled with shock and anger. Holding a dark lantern, he slaughtered the Mamluks one after another.

Death beams fell from the sky like raindrops, accurately sniping their leader.

The Mamluks hit by the decaying rays felt that the blood and gastric juice in their bodies were pouring back into their brains, filling their brains like balloons and rapidly expanding. The accumulated water was surging inside their brains, causing them to suffer so much that they wished they were dead. Finally, with a loud bang, their brains exploded into a short but brilliant bouquet of blood.

[Five-ring Psychic Power·Headshot]: Consumes 9 mana points to create a torrent of fluid inside the target's head, causing 18~108 points of physical damage. If the target dies as a result, his head will explode.

After successfully sniping several leaders, Mortarion's wings trembled violently, and the poisonous scale powder fluttered in the wind, splashing the seven plagues bestowed by his loving father. Some Mamluks who accidentally inhaled the poison powder developed sores and ulcers all over their bodies, some had weak limbs, and some had rapidly swollen bodies, but were in so much pain that they could not even get up. The seven plague viruses also continued to spread amid their violent coughs, cross-infecting the soldiers throughout the palace.

And above the sky, poisonous chains stretched out from behind the plague shadow and bombarded Sadolin like giant pythons, trying to imprison and capture her again!

Sadolin brandished the bloody sword and opened all the chains. She frowned and finally saw the true appearance of the seven plagues: the other party was also the chosen one of an unknown god like herself. The font displayed was not an ordinary arcane text. The line of introduction was like pus and poison, written in the air, and rotten and poisonous juice kept dripping down; the flying, dissipated psychic fireflies rubbed against the air, buzzing, like a swarm of flies.

[Seven Plagues: Arcane Dysentery]: Lose 1 mana point per second.

[Seventh Plague: Festering Red Sore]: Lose 1 health point per second.

[Seventh Plague: Boiling and Swelling]: Constitution +7, falls into exhaustion state, the exhausted character's speed -50%, strength -6, agility -6.

[Seventh Plague: Anger, Ignorance, Fever]: Intelligence, Perception, Charisma -4, 25% chance of spell failure.

[Seven Plagues: Black Death and Corruption]: Attack speed -33%, attack hit rate -33%, attack damage -33%.

[Seven Plagues: Rust Plague]: Armor protection -50%, weapon damage -50%,

[Seven Plagues: Divine Poison Plague]: Rapidly strengthens all plague viruses in the target's body, increasing strength by +7 when resisting divine healing, spreading range x7, and infection speed x7.

If this thing hits all of them, no matter how powerful Cain's Blessing is, it will be badly damaged. Moreover, the gap in strength between the two sides is too big. I am just an eighth-level psychic and I haven't fought for a long time.

Mortarion is a level 20 psychic, level 5 Psion + level 10 Chaos Scholar + level 5 Negation Blade! This kind of strength is one of the ceilings even in my mother's era.

Chapter 468: No Choice

Sadolin gritted her teeth and continued to flee. She didn't dare to fight this thing before she accumulated enough strength. The two of them chased and fled all the way, and unknowingly escaped from the palace. Amid the surprised screams of the civilians, they rushed into the crowded downtown area. At this moment, Sadolin finally stopped.

"Not running away anymore? Little girl? Put down your weapon! You are no match for me."

Mortarion brandished his scythe and looked warily at Khaine's Chosen at his feet and the terrified crowd around her, fearing that she would yell at the thousands of people on the nearby streets. That would be too troublesome to deal with - the Sultan had no intention of turning against the Romans in the near future, and if he spread the plague on a large scale here, Aenarion would catch him.

"Do you really want to continue fighting with me?"

Sadolin was surrounded by hundreds of bloody shadows in the center and asked instead of answering.

"The Romans will arrive in Cairo tomorrow morning at the latest, or tonight if things go well. Your Sultan orders you to complete all tasks today and return. Look back at the palace! Look at the forty-three death shrouds that you love and trust the most."

Mortarion frowned slightly and used the Eagle Eye technique to find out that he had been fooled: of the 15,000 royal Mamluks, 10,000 died in Syria, 3,000 died in Rome, and there were still 2,000 left in the palace, who were supposed to evacuate with him.

However, there were several hundred people who heard the queen's scream at the beginning. They had been hidden by Sadolin as the last trump card.

As soon as he left, the two hundred royal Mamluks who were caught in a bloody carnival, along with a large number of maids and servants, rushed out from all directions, blocking their forty-three death shrouds in the crowded and narrow corridor, as if they were going to eat them all and annihilate them all! The six death shrouds that had been killed by Cain's Chosen before also turned into heavily armored zombies, wielding huge sickles, and fighting wildly with their former compatriots. One by one, the drow mages rubbed flaming fireballs in their hands, setting off one flaming explosion after another in the narrow corridor! The noisy flames and the dust of ashes gradually tore their comrades into pieces.

The most troublesome thing was that the little girl's voice seemed to have affected the Colosseum not far from the palace. The rare and exotic animals she collected were also burning with blood mist and rushed towards the palace with great momentum.

"Choose now! Osman's Vichir! Do you want to fight a bloody battle with me here and completely defeat Kane's Chosen One? Or do you want to go back and rescue your closest comrades immediately? I guess your Sultan doesn't take me seriously at all.

It was never in your plan.

For me, you sacrificed all your guards? You lost your trump card to compete with other sword-wielding Viziers in the Ottoman Empire? Is all this really worth it? I heard that they are all brothers and sisters from the same period as you? "

"You little girl..."

Mortarion gritted his teeth and clenched the handle of the Scythe of Annihilation with both hands. He was now in a dilemma. Cain's Chosen was not something that could be dealt with in a short period of time. If he was delayed here, the 49 level 12 Death Shroud Guards, even if they were not completely wiped out, would suffer heavy losses in such an unfavorable terrain against enemies that were dozens of times their number.

If she returns to help, this little girl will hide in Cairo, which is like a dragon entering the sea and a tiger returning to the forest! After killing hundreds or thousands of people, even the strongest warmaster Horus among these Vichirs will find it difficult to face this incarnation of blood.

"Who are you calling small? Judging from your size, you might be smaller than me, a dark elf!"

Sadolin retorted.

"Come on! Osman's Vichir! Anyway, even if I repel you, I still have to face the Roman army! My mother's legacy cannot be defended no matter how I look at it, so I might as well drag your guards to hell with me! By the way, I can bite a piece of meat off your body! As the Queen of Egypt, even if I die, I must hold the sword and the scepter in my hands!"

Sadolin's roar suddenly woke Mortarion up. Yes, aren't there still the Romans? The Sultan asked him to remove the evidence of Ottoman activities in Egypt, and set fire to the palace to create the illusion that the queen had committed suicide by burning herself. The core order was to do whatever it took to disgust the Romans.

But, is there anything more disgusting than allowing Khaine's Chosen to bleed the entire population of Cairo and fight against Aenarion?

"You're lucky, little girl."

Mortarion looked at Sadolin coldly, without hesitation, turned around and ran back to rescue her own guards. She was hovering over the palace like a demon. The dark green miasma instantly covered half of the palace. Pus and poison washed over the entire palace like a tide. Except for those who were also blessed with death shrouds, everyone screamed miserably in the double poison and pus.

At this moment, Sadolin wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and began to review the entire battle. The various conspiracies and intrigues she had used when competing with her sister in childhood gradually awakened her cleverness.

The Ottomans wanted to unite with the Mamluks to take down Rome as well, or at least kill Aenarion and dismember the Roman Empire into dozens of small countries.

But they failed. The Ottoman army was blocked in the Sinai Peninsula and did not have enough time to attack Egypt. Only this vanguard of 50 people entered Cairo. So, the Sultan now just wanted to disgust the Romans before leaving and try his best to obstruct Rome's rule over Egypt. They had the smallest military force in Egypt.

The Romans came to Egypt with the intention of regaining their empire, and now in Egypt, the Roman army is the most powerful.

And the Mamluks? These fence-sitters only wanted to gain the right to rule the entire empire. They didn't care who they allied with. It was just that the price offered by the Ottomans was higher than that of the Romans. They didn't care about their tricks. All of them were in their own slave contracts.

Now, if we want to resolve the crisis in Egypt, there is only one way.

In the palace, Mortarion fought bloody battles like a god of death, and single-handedly destroyed a royal Mamluk company of 100 men. However, he was also extremely exhausted, and he stood in a pile of corpses and pus and gasped for breath, but he finally rescued his brothers and sisters.

But the next second, a scarred death shroud pointed at the outskirts of the palace and let out a terrified scream!

Mortarion looked back and was also stunned. The whole city was erupting with dazzling blood-red mist. Wisps of blood mist rushed straight into the sky and condensed into scarlet clouds above Cairo. A large number of drow citizens who were in a state of bloody carnival picked up kitchen knives, axes, sticks, and the best weapons and armor they could find. Led by Sadolin, they fought back to the palace and surrounded themselves and the Mamluks who were about to evacuate.

During the time she went back to rescue her brothers and sisters, this damn guy gathered one or two thousand people and surrounded the entire palace? With a scream, she brought the Mamluk troops next to her back under her control!

What's more troublesome is that she hid in the crowd and refused to give herself another chance to behead him.

"Sadolin! What do you mean?! I've let you go once, are you coming back to die?!"

Mortarion looked around calmly, trying to find Sadolin's real body. Killing these slaves was meaningless and would only increase the power of Khaine's Chosen One.

“Before was before and now is now.”

A drow slave girl strode into the palace and, under the control of the queen, negotiated with Mortarion.

"I just gave you two choices! Do you want to kill me? Or do you want to save your companions? You chose to save your companions. That's so noble. I was so moved that I almost cried."

"And now, I will give you two more choices: Do you and your people want me to kill you and exterminate you in the palace at all costs? Think carefully, there are more than a thousand royal Mamluks in the palace. As long as I find them, these traitors will kneel at my feet in an instant! I will draw my butcher knife against you!

Or, shall we make a deal? Hand over those Mamluk traitors to me! Together, we can kill Aenarion!

Don't you Osmans want to see it?

Do you want to see the Balkan Peninsula torn apart? Don't you want to have the credit for killing Augustus of Rome? I just want the Roman Empire's army to get out of my Egypt! How about it? Do we die together? Or live together? Ottoman Vichir, you have no third choice!!!"

Chapter 469: The Betrayer

While the riot was going on in Cairo, Aenarion also led his guardsmen on a journey southwards day and night, arriving in Cairo that night. The army was then divided into several groups, who took turns to rest, set up camp overnight, dug trenches, built artillery positions, and erected anti-teleportation barriers in preparation for a siege.

The Roman spies in Cairo sent him some information, but not much. Moras's intelligence system inexplicably failed. Those who were secretly loyal to her seemed to have died, and no news was sent to them.

Aenarion looked at the intelligence, somewhat confused as to what the blood mist rising into the sky and the riots in the city meant, so he immediately ordered his men to bring Moras over to inquire about the situation.

The fugitive princess was obviously still a young girl, but she was dressed extremely seductively and revealingly. Her slender wrists, ankles, and long ears were adorned with a large number of gorgeous and exquisite silver jewelry. Her slender neck, like a swan, was wearing a silver necklace. On the front of the collar were three pieces of two-finger-wide white satin, two of which ran along her delicate collarbone and proudly erect nipples, drawing two erotic and lascivious arcs, and then falling across her slender waist and vertically to her knees.

The third one quietly passed between two plump mountains, covering the small belly button, crossing the mysterious valley, and hanging down to the slender calves, half-covering its pink buds in front of the Roman emperor.

Behind her, there was a thin piece of silk, running along her smooth jade-like back, sandwiched between her two plump and round buttocks, and falling to her ankles.

Four long pieces of white silk were only held in place by a collar around her neck and a silver ring on her slender waist. They were so narrow that when viewed from the front or back, the elf's tender breasts, plump buttocks, and even the seductive curves of her outer thighs were all exposed to the air. The white silk and silver jewelry set off her dark skin.

Looking from the side, apart from a few narrow ribbons, the graceful body of the elf girl was clearly visible to his eyes, and it was completely hollow inside.

As the elf walked gracefully, the breasts and beautiful buttocks within the thin white robe created wave after wave of dark ripples that made one's blood boil. The mysterious valley between the legs and the peaks of the breasts were also faintly visible in the swaying satin.

Under the soft and slender white hair, on the youthful and beautiful face, there is a pale eye mask made of hollow lace. The delicate red lips are particularly eye-catching in the interweaving of black and white, and they are so tender that they seem to drip blood. The fragrance is in the air, and the air is full of ecstasy.

Aenarion looked at Morathi's half-covered costume and was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head. If it weren't for the intense war in Egypt, he would have really wanted to eat this annoying little goblin in one bite.

"Your Majesty, why don't you dare look at me? Am I not beautiful enough?"

Morathi looked at Aenarion with tears in her eyes, still brooding over her failed seduction. With gusts of fragrant wind, she took two steps forward, wanting to hold Aenarion's face in her hands, but stopped again. Indrognir and Mysterious Shadow stood on both sides, staring at Morathi with eyes that could kill. They were obviously just two women, but the oppressive feeling was like two mountain-sized beasts covering the sky.

"I still need to think about the conditions you offer. This is the intelligence sent from Cairo. I don't quite understand it. Can you understand it?"

Aenarion handed over the intelligence sent back by the spy. Moras took a glance at it and immediately put away his frivolous and dissolute attitude. His beautiful face became extremely serious.

"This... is my mother's ability! This shouldn't be the case. After she passed away, this thing disappeared without a trace. Why did it suddenly appear on her?"

"Speak clearly, what is it?"

Aenarion did not look up.

"The ability of Cain's Chosen One! Mother never explained it to us in detail, but I have seen her use it more than once. It is a super-amplification spell that can send the entire legion into a frenzy. The more people are killed, the stronger the frenzy will be. It stacks infinitely. Mother slaughtered tens of thousands of slaves as sacrifices before going to war several times. On that day, her power could even reach the legendary level. However, this state will be reset every morning.

Because the God of Murder wants constant murder and constant bloodshed, not complacency after being invincible. People with great power will pursue power more frantically after losing power every morning, and fall into a bloodier and crazier killing than yesterday! Even the closest relatives are nothing more than bait to strengthen themselves in her eyes. One of our aunts died because of this.

People with weak minds can't control this kind of power! Even someone as powerful as my mother has lost control several times. How can a useless person like Sadolin control Cain's power of God's Chosen? If she keeps competing with me, she might be able to control it a little bit, but she has been playing around for so many years, it's impossible for her to control this power! It's very likely that it's out of control now!!!"

Moras's expression became more serious.

"Remember the Egyptian contract I told you about? As long as the slave hears the master's voice and is controlled by the master's magic power, he will be loyal.

Execute all the orders of the master - these two things combined are extremely terrifying - no wonder my insiders didn't respond, maybe they were all killed. "

"I see. It resets every morning, right?"

Aenarion realized the seriousness of the matter and immediately prepared. At this moment, he found that Cain's sword in the dimensional bag was trembling slightly, as if it was resonating with something.

Aenarion immediately summoned his staff and prepared to attack the city before dawn to take advantage of the time difference. At this moment, several guards came over with serious faces and said that there was a very important guest who wanted to see His Majesty.

"Joan, you guys discuss first, I'll be back soon."

Aenarion rose and left the council tent to go to the meeting. Drognir and Wonderfair were always by her side. The visitor was very petite, but she was wearing huge and heavy rusted plate armor and carrying a huge sickle that was bigger than herself.