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The Fourteenth Legion, Lord of the Death Guard: Mortarion.

"What are you..."

Aenarion was well aware of Osman's trickery. The day after Mortarion arrived in Cairo for the coup, the news reached him. However, he had no direct evidence and could not turn his back on him. But this evidence actually appeared right in front of him? What was going on? ? ?

"Dear Brother Sultan, Augustus of the Roman Empire, Basileus of Basileus, Emperor of all Elves and Slavs."

Mortarion saluted Augustus with the courtesy due to a sultan.

"In order to maintain the relationship between the two countries and promote peace between the Ottoman Empire and Rome, the Sultan sent me to lead an elite team to help you unconditionally flatten Cairo."

Aenarion frowned, feeling confused for the first time. What happened in Cairo? Aren't you here to cause trouble? He didn't know what to say for a moment, causing an awkward silence in the tent.

Mortarion’s thoughts are very simple: fuck the Queen of Egypt, fuck Cain’s Chosen One!

The Sultan's core orders were only two: one was to maintain the superficial brotherly relationship between the Ottomans and the Romans, and not let Aenarion catch direct evidence of Ottoman sabotage; the other was to find some obstacles for Aenarion on this basis.

I was crazy. Going with the drow to kill Aenarion? Do you know how powerful he, his wives, and the guards are? I can't count the number of Legion Lords who have been defeated by them, including Gilimion, Leman Russ, Filth... Even the level of Llane and Sanguinius failed, let alone me? Why should I do such a dangerous thing alone without the Sultan's order and the support of other brothers and sisters?

Not to mention whether this could be accomplished, even if I took such a big risk and really killed Aenarion, it would be considered a violation of the Sultan's order to "maintain a brotherly relationship with Rome". If I go back, I might end up with nothing and be regarded as a mortal enemy by his wife - including Lion, the Lord of the First Legion.

If you fail, you will lose your life. If you manage to escape, you will be severely punished for violating orders.

Mortarion thought it through very thoroughly. He had already risen to the position of Sword-wielder Vichiel, and if he wanted to go one step further, unless he participated in the coronation of the new king, he could only challenge the authority and status of Warmaster Horus. He still had some self-knowledge, and he did not seek to achieve anything, but only to avoid making mistakes.

Anyway, Cairo cannot be burned now and he cannot run away. He is about to be exposed, so he might as well be quick and get himself out of this mess first, maintain the relationship between Rome and the Ottoman Empire, and take the right to speak into his own hands.

"This is ridiculous, Mortarion Vichir. The garrison in the Sinai Peninsula never said that the Ottoman army was coming. My Sultan brother never told me about the "aid". How did you and your team get in? How can I believe that you are here to help me? You are one of the Ottoman legion commanders who rebelled. The most important thing is, where is your team?"

Aenarion asked tentatively, but Mortarion could not answer any of these four questions.

"I... When we came in, the Egyptian flag was still flying in the Sinai Peninsula, and I didn't see your people. The Sudanese messenger might have been captured alive or killed by the Egyptians? My team was ambushed by the Egyptians on the way, and they were imprisoned in Cairo... So now, I need your help. I will help you open the city gate and occupy Cairo, and you help me rescue my brothers and sisters."

Mortarion's eyes rolled and he came up with a new excuse.

"Didn't you come to help me flatten Cairo? How come you suddenly become the one I need to save? How can you help me open the gates of Cairo?"

Aenarion probably figured out the enemy's plan - Sultan Selim, because he had blockaded the Sinai Peninsula and the army could not enter Egypt immediately, probably gave up the attack plan.

The drow queen who inherited Cain's Chosen One was most likely out of Mortarion's control, causing this man to be in a dilemma after his messed up things and had no choice but to come to him for help.

Chapter 470: The Price of Power

"I can swear on my soul that I will help you open the city gates and capture Egypt. Please don't ask about the specific details. This is a topic that cannot be touched upon."

Mortarion's helpless words made Aenarion more certain of his own judgment: Osman had not even completely digested Persia, and had eaten so much land, and finally decided not to turn against him, and he was unwilling to do so at this time.

At the critical moment, there was a conflict with Ottoman Empire, and this matter really could not be discussed.

"Ok, I trust you."

Aenarion thought for a moment, then decided to confirm his theory with one last question.

"But, Mortarion Vichiel, you don't want me to tell my Sultan brother about the humiliation of being ambushed by the Egyptians and having your entire squad captured."

"you……"

Mortarion's face flushed, then he shrank like a deflated balloon.

"Tell me, Your Majesty, what do you want? I can promise anything I can promise - by the way, you are a psychic, so do you want this career scroll?"

Mortarion carefully took out a colorful scroll and presented it to the Roman emperor. It was another advanced profession for psychics: Chaos Scholar, who explored the most original and chaotic nature of all psychic powers.

Aenarion took the scroll, took a look at it, and was immediately attracted. If ordinary psychics only used the wild energy emitted from the Warp to release supernatural spells, then higher-level Chaos Scholars directly touched and used the source of the power of the Warp.

Of course, his own advancement [Demon Hunter] is not bad either. Demon Hunter directly raises the indigenous creatures of the Warp: demons, and absorbs the demons' psychic energy for his own use. Chaos Scholar directly uses the original power of the Warp. The two have the same purpose. The first thing a profession must learn is to feel the tidal fluctuations of the Warp.

[Chaos Surge]: Immerse the soul in the chaotic tides of the warp. Each time you manifest psychic power, one of four effects will be randomly generated.

Backflow: Psionic power -50%

Still water; psychic power remains unchanged.

Jingtao: Psychic power +50%

Turbulent Wave: Psychic power +100%

The subsequent series of abilities are also shocking enough. By the end of their learning, one can even tear open the barrier between the real world and the subspace, opening up a chaos rift, allowing the violent and disordered chaos tide to sweep across the entire battlefield. One can even shuttle between reality and illusion at the moment the rift opens.

"Is this sincere enough? Some people cannot even learn this level if they want to. I will do my best to help you defeat that damned drow girl. I don't want anything except my brothers and sisters who were captured and trapped."

"make a deal."

Aenarion thought about it for a moment, and finally nodded in agreement. He began to plan the details of the time when the Blood God's power would be reset to zero. This information was too fatal to the Blood God's Chosen, so the former drow king did not tell anyone, not even his eldest daughter.

Moras vaguely remembered that his mother lost control several times. It was in December, when the sun had just risen. Cairo was in the southern part of the northern hemisphere. It was winter in December, and the sun had just risen. He could only vaguely guess that it was around seven or eight o'clock. If he wanted to take action, he had to do it early this morning.

"I have to go back first. I will open the city gate and let you in at seven o'clock. I used a Nurgling to disguise myself as my true self, but this little trick can only fool her for a while. Don't ask me why I disguised myself. There is no way to explain this."

Mortarion looked up to judge the time by the direction of the moon, then immediately turned back.

Sadolin had calculated everything except one thing: Mortarion was a daydreamer, and anyone who came, like Curze or Perturabo, who had a grudge against Aenarion, or someone with a weak brain like Angron, might really be tricked by her into being tied to the same boat, completely ruining the relationship between the Ottomans and the Romans and dragging the entire Eastern Roman territory into a bloody battle to the death.

However, Mortarion and Aenarion had no hatred, and they had not even had any intersection before. You were rebelling in Greece, what did it have to do with a legion like mine guarding Asia Minor? He was very clear-headed and would not take Vichiel's salary and do the work of a warmaster or even a sultan.

In Cairo

Sadolin stared at the small but extremely elite Roman guards outside the city, and was also calculating and thinking nervously.

Cairo must not be abandoned. It was the capital of the Egyptian dynasty for 400 years. It held too many secrets and fundamentals, and was the core of my mother's rule over Egypt. As for the 50,000 residents in the city, that was not important. I could select 10,000 elite soldiers to fight, and the remaining 40,000 would be used as slaves for sacrifice. No wonder my mother held large-scale killing ceremonies every time she went to war, offering blood sacrifices to the god of murder. It turned out that this was to increase the strength of herself and her army.

However, how many people should be sacrificed? If the Roman legion is difficult to deal with, after killing 40,000 people, it will not be possible to defeat the Romans in one day, and my ability will be useless. Now Cairo is under siege, and I have the contract of the whole of Egypt, but I can only control the population of a city in a short period of time.

If you kill too few and your abilities are insufficiently increased, it will be very difficult to be defeated by the Romans on the front battlefield...

Sadolin shook her head in distress. Her brain, which had not been used for a long time, was extremely tired after working at high speed for a day. She touched the whip that was stained with blood and meat, looked at the Mamluk officials nailed to the wall, and decided to relax - these traitors were handed over by Mortarion without hesitation, and he personally pierced their palms with steel nails and nailed them to the wall of the room.

"Mistress! We are always loyal to you! We and Yelebeyi are always thinking about you!"

"Mercy! Mercy!!!"

Seeing Sadolin coming with a knife, several Mamluks screamed in fear, and the desperate voice was heard by the drow.

To the queen, it sounded like the most beautiful music in the world. She picked up a skinning knife and skillfully peeled off every inch of their skin, revealing their fresh and tender muscles. The gurgling blood and the desperate and shrill screams intertwined into a fairyland sound, and she also gained a brief relaxation while skinning them.

And at this moment, eight o'clock in the morning, it was time, and the power of the blood god that filled her body began to be withdrawn from her body. The surging blood mist dissipated completely, and the drow queen who bloomed in the killing was beaten back to her original form in just one second, and turned back into the weak and powerless eighth-level psychic.

A huge emptiness, hunger, and fear, along with the dissipated power, instantly filled her heart, and her eyes turned into a sad bloody color.

Sadolin fell to her knees, covering her heart with both hands. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. It was as if she was a wealthy man who had become rich overnight and, after enjoying a day of decadence and pleasure, was thrown back into the cardboard box in the bridge tunnel. The huge gap and emptiness almost drove her crazy.

But it doesn’t matter, as long as I kill people, as long as I kill a few more people, I can regain yesterday’s strength!

Sadolin stopped torturing the traitors on the wall, and gave them a clean and neat death. The blood that merged into her body not only did not reduce her hunger and thirst, but made her more eager to return to yesterday's peak, and even experience a higher level of power!

"Your Majesty! Something bad has happened! The city gate——"

Several drow rushed into the palace to report what had happened, and then ran into Sadolin, who was in a bloody carnival and completely out of control. Before she could say a word, she was torn in half by a bloody lightning. Sadolin was thirsty for blood, feeling the strength gradually returning, but compared to yesterday, it was like a firefly competing with the bright moon.

Not enough, not enough! Not enough!!!

Chapter 471: Battle of Cairo

Sadolin was addicted to the desire for power and couldn't extricate herself. In a trance, she seemed to have returned to her childhood. The marble walls turned into towering trees, the red carpet turned into lush grass, and the maids and guards turned into deer, antelopes and other wild animals.

In order to test her abilities, her mother, who had long passed away, arranged for her and her sister to go hunting on the grassland outside Cairo to see who could hunt the most prey. She desperately chased after Moras's back, bent her bow and shot an arrow through the neck of an antelope. Another spell blew two flying birds into pieces. Three desert hyenas rushed in front of her, barking wildly, but she pulled out her sword and killed them all. The rolling river of blood turned into a torrent that filled the sky and condensed into the shadow of the blood god yesterday behind her.

This ordinary hunting scene was very terrifying in front of other people. The maids were horrified to find that Sadolin manipulated the blood energy to form a long bow, a sharp blade, and a staff, wantonly killing everything within sight. Although the queen was also moody and irritable before, she would not wantonly kill people in the palace! For a moment, everyone was fleeing, fearing that they would become the next target to be killed.

"Your Majesty! Mortarion betrayed you! She opened the gates of Cairo! The Romans rushed into the city! Didn't we send some people to report to you? Why didn't we fight back... What happened to you?"

At this moment, another small group of blood-soaked royal Mamluks rushed over, looking at the palace stained with blood in astonishment. Densely packed corpses covered the entire corridor of the palace, a whole lake of blood. The queen's light footsteps set off a bloody storm, and the smell of blood was so strong that it was suffocating.

Sadolin's eyes were covered with a layer of miserable blood mist. She turned her head and looked at a group of jackals barking at her. Without hesitation, she launched an energy explosion. Fortunately, the Mamluk leader reacted very quickly and used a spell to counter and eliminate the queen's magic.

A pack of jackals, able to counter spells?

The extremely weird and discordant scene made Sadolin's bloody hallucinations in her brain dissipate a little. She watched the group of jackals twist and turn into teams of Mamluks, but the surrounding palace still looked like a grassland.

"Come, servants, hunt with me."

Sadolin snapped her fingers nonchalantly, and a huge blood-red wave that covered the sky and the sun spread out instantly. The team of royal Mamluks retreating from the gate were instantly drowned and covered in blood, and they let out an extremely crazy roar in the surging sea of ​​blood!

At the same time, in the walled area of ​​Cairo, the Roman army had already entered the city. Fierce battles broke out between the Roman Guards and the Mamluks on every section of the wall and in every tower. Red eagle flags were planted on the walls of Cairo, and Moras nervously looked at the red line fluttering from the palace.

"We are too late. Apparently, Kane's Chosen's ability has been reset! The sudden loss of power has caused her to collapse!"

"Then let's go now! If she kills a few hundred more people, this matter will never end!"

Mortarion waved her sickle impatiently, reaping the lives of the Mamluks, and fluttered her poisonous butterfly wings as she flew directly into the sky. The Mamluks immediately shot a rain of arrows at her, but the next second, they were swallowed up by the poisonous torrent.

"Joan of Arc! You lead the army and continue the attack!"

Although he had not really faced the enemy, Aenarion knew the situation was very serious after seeing Mortarion's reaction and Morath's description. He sat on Indragnir's dragon back and rushed to the palace with Miaoying and Morath.

The five-headed dragon swooped down quickly, and the shadows of the five dragons covered the sky and the sun, attracting everyone's attention. The residents of Cairo generally maintained an extremely indifferent attitude towards the arrival of the Romans: it was impossible to welcome the royal army, and anyway, the master had not ordered us to fight, so we should just stay at home for now.

The terrifying dragon shadow soon enveloped the entire palace. Sadolin looked at the dragon shadow above her head as if she had seen the most precious prey, and Moras on the dragon's back also made her eyes light up. Isn't that Moras?

"I found you! Sister! I will prove to everyone! I am better than you! I am the best choice for mother!"

With a wave of Sadolin's finger, the terrifying shadow of the Blood God bent his bow and shot out a blood arrow as huge as a towering tree. The arrow spun and tore through the air, making a creepy shrieking sound.

Moras stretched out his left hand, causing a purple psychic shadow to appear on the surface of the blood arrow. He controlled the thing to turn around in the air and hit his sister again. The blood arrow pierced through the blood armor and sprayed a blood mist all over the sky.

As the eldest daughter of the previous king, Moras is one of the most powerful psychics in all of Egypt, a level 5 psychic + level 10 enslaver.

Perhaps because she had absorbed enough blood, or because she was excited by seeing her exiled elder sister, or because she saw her impending death, Sadolin gradually regained normal consciousness, let out a shrill scream, and ordered everyone nearby to come and protect her. Aenarion tentatively used a reconnaissance spell, and was also extremely amazed at the opponent's ability to stack attributes.

力量10+17、敏捷18+22、体质10+15

智力24+10、感知10+12、魅力16+10

"Sister? For the throne of Egypt, you actually defected to the Romans? How shameful! Watch carefully! I will save our country! I am the queen of Egypt! Mother did not make a wrong choice, I will always be better than you!"

Sadolin cursed almost crazily, and then fell into a bloody illusion, as if she was competing with her sister again under the gaze of her mother.

"I won't lose to you, I won't lose to you!"

Moras looked at his sister, his facial expression changing rapidly, first anger and hatred, then pity and sympathy, and in the end, only a sigh remained.

"I never thought she would fall to this level. An eighth-level psyker? She was already an eighth-level psyker when I escaped. After so many years, she is still an eighth-level psyker now? She has wasted so many years of training. Even if she has obtained the power of Cain's Chosen One, she no longer has enough strength and mind to control this great power. I never thought that the person who has fought with me for the throne all her life would end up like this."

"Let's make it quick and decisive, and attack together."

At Aenarion's command, Indrognir took a deep breath in unison, followed by five loud roars. The blazing red flames, the roaring blue thunder, the green rotten poisonous clouds, the extremely cold pale frost and ice, and the black acid torrent transformed into five colorful seas of dragon's breath in the sky, and then fell from the sky like a falling galaxy, washing away and drowning everything in front of the dragon's eye.

The sea of ​​dragon's breath, with five colors and completely different elements, set off huge waves inside the palace. Magnificent buildings were burning and rusting, and fully armed soldiers were paralyzed by electric shock and finally frozen into hideous ice sculptures. All things hissed in the spreading dark green poisonous cloud, and the eroded areas were rising with poisonous green clouds. The areas baptized by Indrognir's five-fold dragon breath seemed to have been destroyed and ravaged by a natural disaster.

While the drow queen was trying to block the ocean of dragon's breath, Miaoying transformed into a majestic and sacred real dragon against the backdrop of thunder and storm. The rolling dark clouds obscured the morning sun, making the world dark. Lightning flashed, illuminating huge and terrifying black dragon shadows in the sky, and then returned to the darkness of nothingness in an instant.

The wind direction in the entire palace was also reversed. The black dragon's four claws took advantage of the approaching storm, and its scales were wrapped in thunder and lightning. It swooped down from the clouds! Like a dark meteor, it exploded above the head of the Drow Queen at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye! The terrifying shock wave could directly knock the Mamluk dozens of meters away away!

The entire earth was shattered into a horrible spider web by the dragon's blow, and then it broke apart and collapsed with a loud bang. The shock wave sent dust and debris flying dozens of meters into the sky! The entire square was smashed into a giant crater with electric currents by Miaoying's dragon dive. Only the ground under the feet of the drow queen was still intact, like a twisted stone pillar, standing in the center of the crater.

First there was the Sea of ​​Dragon's Breath, and then the Dragon's Dive. The blood shield she had accumulated in the morning was instantly consumed, and the Shadow of the Blood God also weakened. Aenarion stood on Miaoying's head and stabbed the Spear of Dionysus into her shoulder, breaking all the magical illusions. However, her terrifying attribute enhancement did not disappear, and the power of the Spear of Dionysus could not destroy the power of another god.

Chapter 472: The Realm of Death

The spearman, holding the Spear of Dionysus tightly in his left hand, howled in pain! Through the psychic amplification technique, the queen's voice covered the entire palace, and the nearby streets were also affected. In an instant, countless slaves committed suicide with a smile on their faces, giving their last drop of blood for their mistress, causing the shadow of the blood god to swell again.

I don't know how many royal Mamluks, mixed gene monsters, and blood in the Colosseum

The bloody slaves poured out from every corner of the palace to help their queen. Aenarion's eyes twitched as he looked at her skyrocketing attributes. What the hell was this?

【Sadoulin Philpour】（Kane’s Chosen One）

Level 8 (5th level Psion + 3rd level Enslaver)

Health 24+? Mana 100+? Blood:?

Blood Blade Hit +21, Physical Damage 18~25

Defense 25 (Agility +17, ??? +8), Magic Resistance 19

力量10+45、敏捷18+44、体质10+39

智力24+31、感知10+32、魅力16+46

This kind of attribute enhancement is incredible enough to be given to Ryan or Sanguinius, let alone Gillian. Fortunately, the carrier of this God-chosen ability is just a very weak psychic.

"Indrognir, Miaoying, go stop the reinforcements! Leave this guy to me!"

Aenarion drew his spear of Bacchus and faced the enemy alone.

In the crater, Sadolin fell into hallucination again. What was the look in Moras' eyes when he looked at this high elf? Was this her prey? Very good, he is mine now!

Sadolin controlled the blood in the air almost crazily, and condensed it into a giant made of blood behind her. In the giant's hand, the blood condensed into a giant sword as big as a tower, and launched a fierce attack towards Aenarion!