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Spear hit +8, physical damage 8~18

Defense 6 (Agility +4, Leather Armor +2)

Strength 18, Agility 18, Constitution 18

Intelligence 8, Wisdom 8, Charisma 8

[Mark of Khorne: Embrace of Chaos]: Strength +2, Constitution +2.

[Mark of Khorne - Bloodtide Lord]: For every 8% decrease in health, all damage increases by 8%. When health drops by 88%, the maximum damage increase reaches 88%.

[Mark of Khorne·Primal Fury]: When you enter the barbarian's rage state, the primal genes will boil and awaken, turning you into a frost giant.

It turns out that this person can become a giant with the blessing of Khorne. No wonder she can use stones to block the cave entrance. Do you Khorne believers have to be so extreme and only add strength, agility, and constitution to the three physical attributes, and then intelligence, perception, and charm to the three mental attributes. Why not add none? Then the will immunity should be very low.

"Very good. There is a small crack on the left side of the boulder. Cut off his head and show it to me."

Valkia walked towards the crack on the left side of the boulder, and Aenarion attacked instantly, jumping out of the crack, taking off the golden mask with his left hand, revealing his extremely beautiful face. When she saw her own face and was stunned, he immediately used charm!

There is a Janissary monastery at the top of this mountain. I don’t want to start a fight here and attract more than two hundred Janissaries!

Valkia raised her head and was stunned when she saw Aenarion's appearance. The ethereal psychic mist reflected the bloodthirsty face of the Lord of the Divine Dog and the Lord of War that she had been thinking about day and night! The god that the Black Wolf Clan had believed in for generations actually appeared in front of her? This, this meant that she was chosen by the god? !

Valkia's legs went limp, and she knelt down without hesitation.

Aenarion was a little puzzled. What did this guy see? His beautiful face could reflect everyone's inner desire, but he had no idea what his appearance looked like in their eyes.

Artemisia said she saw a man who was as perfect, sunny and tough as an ancient Greek sculpture. Estarie said he was a feminine, elegant and graceful scholar. Leopard Woman said she saw a male leopard named Fury.

Who does this Viking girl think of herself? Is it okay for her to just kneel down?

"You...I..."

Valkia was a little incoherent, and even took off her hat in fear. Her long red hair, as brilliant as the sunset, was freed from its restraints and flowed out like a waterfall. Under her blood-red hair, her pair of scarlet eyes seemed like two red oceans that were stirring up a bloody storm.

"Lord Divine Dog, you taught us that only those with strong soldiers and horses can be the clan chiefs! I am much stronger than my brother, so I shall be the clan chief!"

Aenarion thought for a second and realized what was happening. Did this girl regard the gods of her race as her love object? So after seeing his appearance, she became the Lord of Hosts?

The reason why I didn't agree to his offer before was because the price this guy offered was too low. As long as I send her brother back, I can still gain the friendship of the Black Wolf Clan. There is no need to create any unnecessary trouble.

Killing her brother might cause her to be at odds with his father, or even the entire clan. He was only level 3, and now he wanted to challenge his father, who was a level 8 warrior? It was too early, too naive.

However, if I take this guy as my fourth familiar, not only will I have a chance to get a Khorne Mark for free, but I may also be able to control the entire Black Wolf Clan by making her the chieftain...

Aenarion remembered his own helplessness in the face of more than a hundred children, and his embarrassment and panic when he was chased by the Janissaries across most of the Aegean Sea. Thinking of the more than 800 plunderers of the Black Wolf Clan, an unprecedented desire and ambition gradually took hold of his heart.

Thinking of this, Aenarion showed his familiar contract without hesitation, pretending to be dignified and solemn.

"Valkia, daughter of Moloch, you should challenge your father uprightly instead of taking over by killing all other heirs. I can pretend that this incident never happened. Accept my blessing, and one day in the future, you will finally ascend the throne as king."

Valkia agreed to the pet contract without hesitation. In the dark, a purple chain was tied around her neck, and on her lower abdomen under the cloak, the name of Aenarion and the mark of the contract with a winged heart were engraved.

Instantly, an indescribable rage rushed into Aenarion's heart, and the blessing of Khorne was reflected back to him through the pet contract.

[Power of Magic Pet·Blood Tide Lord]: For every 8% decrease in health, all damage increases by 8%. When health decreases by 88%, the maximum damage increase reaches 88%.

At the moment the contract was completed, a faint smile rang in Aenarion's ears. In a trance, he saw a beautiful person who was both a man and a woman, wearing a golden and powdery dress.

The gorgeous gauze, in the magnificent yet bloody six-story palace, emitted a creepy, shrill laugh.

And beneath His throne, countless naked dancers were spinning and dancing in the luxurious hall to please their master. All the dancers' bodies were hidden in the same psychic mirror mist as his own. In his pupils, their stunning faces, which were so beautiful that they could make fish sink to the bottom of the water, geese fall to the ground, and the moon hide in shame on the flowers, were reflected.

But if you pass through this disguised mirror fog, what is crawling and staggering in the hall are just twisted and profane, entangled pink flesh masses.

"Crack!"

Along with the sound of shattering glass, the golden-pink mirage disappeared without a trace, and Aenarion felt a burning pain on the back of his left hand. A purple-pink mark of Slaanesh was imprinted on the back of his left hand.

[Mark of Slaanesh·Lustful Link]: The distance of the pet's [Spell Sharing] is increased from 2 meters to 66 meters.

Aenarion was shocked. The warlock's pet did have a benefit called [Spell Sharing]. The warlock could choose to have the spell amplification effect on himself also affect his pet.

For example, when you cast a vitality spell and summon a psionic skeleton, you can choose to have this amplification skill appear on yourself and your pet at the same time without consuming any extra mana.

But this thing has great limitations. First of all, the magical pet must be within 5 feet of you, which is almost touching. Once it exceeds this distance, the shared spell will disappear, and even if you return to this distance again, the spell will not appear.

Because of this damn distance limitation, the spell-sharing pet ability is extremely useless.

However, this mark of Slaanesh increased the distance of spell sharing to 66 meters! This made the effect of this pet go from useless to extremely powerful! It can directly share spells with all of your pets!

When the joy faded away, Aenarion looked at the Phoenix Mark branded on the palm of his left hand by Helios, and then at the Mark of Slaanesh carved on the back of his left hand by the Lady of Thirst. All he felt was horror. I don't believe in Slaanesh either, so how could I be blessed?

Chapter 78: Ultramarines

"The Four Chaos Gods are never stingy with their blessings. As long as you can please them, you will get the due reward. You don't have to be a believer. However, believers will always get a mark of [Chaos Embrace] to improve their attributes."

Artemisia whispered, staring at the Viking girl who believed in Khorne with a strange look. Aenarion had just taken her in as his fourth familiar. This was the last thing he did before he received the blessing of Slaanesh... But this person looked ordinary. Why did Aenarion get the favor of Slaanesh directly after he contracted her?

"Evacuate first, the Janissaries are about to catch up."

Aenarion found a piece of cloth and bandaged his left hand to prevent anyone from seeing his demonic mark. Valkia entered a barbarian's frenzy for the second time, and wisps of hot, scalding blood-red steam gushed out from every pore in her body!

Following the blood-colored steam, pieces of bones emerged from her toned body, transforming into the skeleton of a fourteen-meter-tall giant. Valkia attached herself to the cervical vertebrae, and then pieces of muscle emerged from her body again, covering the entire exposed skeleton within a second, transforming into a hideous giant with no skin, only scarlet muscles all over the body.

Aenarion's face changed. He was not surprised at how huge this 14-meter-tall female giant was. He was surprised that this guy's primitive and furious transformation would produce a large amount of blood-colored steam! The monastery on the top of the mountain was already on alert. Although it was blocked by the canopy, it was only a matter of time before it was exposed.

"run!"

At Aenarion's command, Valkia regained her human form after moving the boulder, and panting, she rode on Aenarion's Red Hare. The group ran at full speed and evacuated towards the port. Just after they emerged from the palm forest, the sound of horse hooves was heard behind them.

"It's over. They must have discovered the secret passage. From now on, the Janissaries of the Kos Monastery will no longer be able to sneak into Izmir to play."

Astariel felt a deep sense of guilt.

"Is this the time to think about this? Let's run!"

Aenarion was somewhat speechless. The ogre, carrying two children and a cannon, was moving quite fast with the help of the acceleration spell. Astariel and Artemisia still maintained their gaseous forms. With the help of the acceleration spell, they could keep up with the horsemen without riding horses. They galloped on the spacious avenues of Izmir, and with the help of various running magics, they were much faster than the pursuing Janissaries.

It seems that Moloch's attack on the labor market and brothel was so successful that they did not encounter any city security forces along the way. It was not until they arrived at the port dock that they saw a large number of Ottoman soldiers wearing cloth, white scarves on their heads, holding spears and shields, fighting a desperate battle with Viking raiders wearing animal furs and holding shields and axes.

Spears thrust, axes swept, bows and arrows fired, javelins were thrown... the two sides fought back and forth, but the plunderers gained the upper hand with their fierce and fearless murderous aura and the blessing of Khorne. Some of them fought fiercely with the Ottoman soldiers, while others protected their tribesmen who were snatched back from the market and brothels and quickly retreated towards the ships.

In front of them, fifty white-turbaned soldiers rushed over and blocked the entrance street in front of Aenarion.

Shield upon shield, spear upon spear, formed a shield wall, blocking Aenarion's way.

"Stop! Manisa and the Governor of Izmir have issued an order prohibiting everyone from entering the port! Night attack, group land; ⑨④⑨three, six, ①, ③five"

"Don't be afraid! They are the Saihadkulu, provincial defense troops recruited by the governors of various places. Although there are many of them, their combat effectiveness is about the same as that of the peasant conscripts in Western Europe. Just kill them!"

Artemisia moved her mind, and ten chains of Slaanesh whizzed out from the mark on her left hand, instantly controlling the bodies and souls of the ten provincial defense forces, ordering them to hold spears and stab their companions' defenseless bodies fiercely, and blood spilled all over the streets!

There were only fifty people blocking the gap. Ten of them betrayed her under the control of the Mark of Slaanesh, and another ten were stabbed in the back. The neat shield wall suddenly collapsed. Even without a mount, Artemisia could charge on foot. The flesh-and-blood spear burning with the fire of Slaanesh shot out like a dragon, directly piercing a shield and accurately piercing into the chest of a guard. The tip of the spear covered with blood and flesh came out from his back and pierced into the heart of the second guard.

After a successful strike, Artemisia returned the flesh and blood spear to her right hand to save time in pulling out the spear, leaving only two corpses with transparent holes in them on the battlefield. Her bloody right hand was pointed at the soldier three meters away.

Before the man could react, the Slaanesh Paladin's right hand once again transformed into a three-meter-long spear, and pierced his head with lightning speed. Then the spear turned into a one-meter-long large sword, and with her deadly dance, she reaped the lives of these defenders.

The Leopard Woman turned into a golden lightning and pounced on a defender, biting through his throat with her sharp saber teeth. Then she immediately jumped onto another person and repeated the operation of knocking him down and biting his throat.

Astariel used the classic answer from the textbook on how a wizard should deal with a group of miscellaneous soldiers. She released a fireball spell. In an instant, a flaming fireball with a radius of about 7 meters exploded at the entrance of the harbor! Countless figures struggled, wailed, and screamed in the flames, and were burned to death by the arcane flames!

The group walked on charcoal and flames and successfully entered the harbor. Such a conspicuous flame explosion successfully attracted Moloch's attention.

"Where are our children? I have succeeded here! I am just waiting for you!"

Moloch wielded a huge axe, and with a powerful sweep, he cut the three shields and three defenders in half! He was like the god of death, reaping the lives of the enemies.

"Here! Here! The Janissary Monastery is too dangerous. We tried our best, but we could only rescue six!"

Aenarion was also very decisive. He handed the six children over to Moloch and boarded the Ulthuan to prepare to escape.

The group collected the anchor and untied the ropes. The zombie soldiers also spread the sails at his command. The Vikings helped their compatriots back to their dragon boats. Valkia also sneaked among the crowd and returned to her clan with Aenarion's mission.

At this moment, the Janissary Corps arrived. More than a hundred Janissaries wearing plate chain armor, blue coats and holding various weapons entered the port in a skirmish formation. All of them held a 19mm caliber Ottoman musket in their hands, and they started firing a volley of muskets.

In the fleeting flames and deafening explosions, a hundred bullets whistled across the entire port, hitting not only the Vikings but even some defenders who were unable to dodge. A large number of soldiers fell like weeds being harvested, and blood instantly dyed the entire port and the nearby sea red.

After a volley of fire, the Janissaries put their muskets on their backs and drew out their Atkan scimitars or spears to switch weapons. At an astonishing speed, they changed from a loose formation of skirmishers to a dense square of twenty by five.

The soldiers in the front row held knives, the soldiers in the middle row held spears, and the soldiers in the back row began to load ammunition for their muskets. Dense spears and swords formed a steel forest in front of the phalanx. Led by a blue eagle flag, they stepped over the corpses in the front row in an orderly manner, like an unstoppable sledgehammer, swinging towards the Vikings' rear guard.

These Janissaries are simply not on the same level as the defense forces. In terms of formation and coordination, this ragtag army of hunters, pirates, and plunderers doesn't even know how to form a formation.

In terms of quality, only the raider champions among them were qualified to compete with the Janissaries. The Viking raiders were almost defeated at the first touch. Their battle axes were simply unable to pry open the steel shields and iron armor of the Janissaries and shake the dense formation of these professional soldiers.

At the moment of the attack, their flesh and blood and the fur of the beasts were pierced by the scimitars of the first row of soldiers and the spears of the second and third rows of soldiers! Blood was spilled on the spot, and it was not even possible to slow down the advance of the Janissary Company!

Aenarion watched the battle of the Janissaries in shock. The man walking in the front of the team exuded extremely strong magical fluctuations from his whole body. It was obvious that he was an elite wearing magical items.

Next to him, a man held high the company's eagle flag. At the bottom of the blue-bottomed U-moon flag, there was a string of complex and exquisite Turkish characters written on it. The translated text was "97th Company of the th Ultramarines Legion".

"Don't fight the Janissaries who have formed a good battle formation! Retreat! Everyone, retreat!"

Seeing that the enemy had formed into a phalanx of spears, the soldiers in the back row began to load their muskets.

The Molochs, who were at eight levels, had no mood to fight with more than a hundred level four soldiers, and chose to retreat in a hurry.

"Want to leave? Stay here! Damn it! Who exposed our tunnel? Now I can only stay in the monastery to practice hardship and can't sneak out to play? Brothers and sisters! Skin these people for me! I will lock them up in the prison of Cowes Abbey and practice hardship with us until the end of time!!!"

The leading company commander roared angrily, and the Janissaries behind him also showed terrifying looks of extreme anger.

It seems that you all knew about the existence of the tunnel, but you all wanted to go out and have fun, so no one reported it!

Chapter 79: Hypnice de Lionesse

The Viking longships propelled by oars were extremely flexible. With burly half-giants on both sides paddling, the longships broke away from the dock like arrows from a bow and fled under the cover of darkness. The caravels were quite bulky, and even if Artemisia used [Air Flow Control] to generate a tailwind, the overly large ships could only turn slowly and leave the shore. The Janissaries, who could not catch the longships, focused all their attention on the Ulthuan.

However, the deck of the Ulthuan was seven or eight meters above the ground, like a wooden wall, stretching in front of the Janissaries. These Janissaries who rushed over had no time to carry siege weapons, and for a while they really couldn't do anything about this sea monster.

They angrily retracted their spears and scimitars, pulled out their muskets and began to load them, preparing to launch a round of upward fire at the huge four-masted sailing ship. Several spellcasters were also chanting spells. Although it was unclear what kind of magic it was, the muzzles of the Janissaries' muskets were burning with brilliant arcane flames, as if they were enchanting the projectiles with fire.

"Estariel! They want to burn the sails! Hurry up and use your invincible files to think of a solution!"

Aenarion ran down the stairs to the cabin on the first floor below and began to operate a 12-pound stone cannon. However, this solid stone bullet is better at destroying the hull, mast, and even the walls and gates of the castle. It is not as effective as shotgun against small soldiers.

This thing can fire 12-pound stone bullets. One shotgun shell of the Ogre Lead Spray Cannon weighs grams, less than a pound. Throwing twelve bullets in should be fine.

Aenarion did what he said. He took out twelve paper bullets from his zombie, opened them, poured in twelve bags of gunpowder, and then poured in twelve bags of iron sand and metal fragments. Then he used a strike first on himself. In an instant, his right eye was staring at the present, while his left eye saw the future. He clearly saw what trajectories thousands of pieces of iron sand and iron filings would draw in the air, where the iron filings would fall, and when the shotgun fire would fall.

At the same time, Astariel urgently cast a first-level druid spell: [Heavy Rain]. In an instant, the wind swept up dark clouds, covering half of the pier. Raindrops the size of soybeans whistled down from the sky, directly extinguishing the burning fuse, wetting the dry gunpowder, extinguishing the flames at the muzzles, and destroying the Janissary firearms.

The artillery hidden on the first floor below ground was shielded by the deck above and was not soaked by the rain. Aenarion successfully ignited a cannon. Amid a thunderous roar, thousands of iron sand fragments roared out of the barrel surrounded by thick smoke and flames, cutting the endless rain curtain in half. From a distance, it seemed as if a giant metal dragon was lying inside the cabin, spewing out fan-shaped iron dragon breath.

The Janissaries widened their eyes in horror. The sky full of shotgun shells was like an iron-grey tide, smashing into the Janissaries' army formation with a devastating force. The twenty soldiers in the first row fell backwards like weeds. The tiny iron sand penetrated directly through the gaps and holes in the chain mail and drilled into their flesh. The ones that did not penetrate were also hit with horrible dents. The front of each person's body was covered with thirty or forty hideous holes covered with blood and flesh, which continuously spurted out boiling blood.

A large number of shotgun shells were eaten up by the soldiers in the first row, but the twenty soldiers in the second row also suffered heavy losses. Some lucky ones survived but were knocked backwards by the impact, and the soldiers in the third and fourth rows were knocked down like dominoes, causing chaos in the formation of an entire company of Janissaries.

However, even after suffering a quarter of their casualties, these Janissaries still had no intention of retreating. But under the continuous heavy rain, their gunpowder stuck together and they had lost their ability to attack. They could only notify the navy in Izmir while watching these people slip away from the port.

"We will probably be safe once we leave the port. The Ottoman navy is just infantry transport ships with very weak combat effectiveness. Whether it is Hungary and Poland in the west or Timur and Karaman in the east, the Ottoman enemies are all on land. Therefore, six generations of sultans invested all their money and time in infantry, bows, cavalry, and artillery, and the navy has hardly developed. As long as we leave the port, we will be safe."

Astariel breathed a sigh of relief and met up with the Viking longship outside the Bay of Izmir. Morlock, who was more than three meters tall, couldn't stop smiling while holding his two-meter-tall little son. Although some people died, he was very satisfied with the result. He saved three hundred tribesmen. Normally, he should have paid 900 silver coins, but he waved his hand and directly gave 1000 silver coins and a strange flag.

The spearhead at the top of the flag had eight black wolf heads strung on it. And behind it was a complete wolf skin with sixteen black wolf heads' eyes decorating it.

With eight bloody garnets.

"Thank you for your rescue, my friend. Our Black Wolf Clan base is at the mouth of the Dnieper River into the Black Sea. Come and visit us when you have time. If you enter the Black Sea and are robbed by pirates, just show this flag and our pirate friends in the Black Sea will give me, Moloch, some face! We're going home first."

"OK, bye."

Although the money earned was completely disproportionate to the huge risk, Aenarion got something better - his ambitious daughter who was extremely dissatisfied with her father.

After I upgrade this ship to several levels and strengthen it a little bit, maybe I can try to directly annex this group that believes in evil gods through his daughter?

But just as the two captains were chatting and laughing, one after another, the Arabs' narrow and long sailboats like sharp knives, the Venetian galleys, and the Spanish caravels sailed out of the harbor and chased after them!

Looking at this mixed fleet, several people were stunned. At this moment, the pupils of the Leopard Girl and the Slaanesh Paladin suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip. Among this mixed fleet, there were six small boats that looked very familiar - they were the Slayer War Gang, six Arab sailing ships with extremely fast speeds! On the masts were both the Ottoman flag with a white moon on a red background and the purple flag of Slaanesh, which symbolized the Lady of Hunger!

"That ship over there is my Pride of Caesar! Mariana and the Admiral are also in Izmir?!"

Artemisia broke out in a cold sweat, for she knew that her own war gang was carrying a privateering license issued by the Ottoman Sultan and robbing Italian caravans on the sea on orders from him.

But now, they actually put the Ottoman flag on the mast. Have the admiral and his men been summoned by the Ottomans? !

In addition, the slave ships that transported these half-giant pirates were also mixed in. Inarion vaguely saw the female slave owner, Izar Iskandar, commanding her three slave ships to rush out.

"No more talking. I'm going to run away! If you can survive, come to my house and play! It's right at the mouth of the Dnieper River. It's easy to find!"

Moloch leaped down from the seven or eight meter high deck and landed steadily on his longship. He called on his men to run away quickly, and the eight longships retreated quickly to their base in the Black Sea in the north.

The highly mixed Ottoman fleet was divided into two parts. Most of the ships went to chase the larger Viking fleet. The six small Slaanesh ships were like bloodthirsty sharks, rushing towards the fleeing Khorne pirates first, eager to reap the souls and lives of the enemy's believers. The purple-robed Slaanesh pirates moved cannons onto the deck and launched a deafening salvo!

The ones chasing Aenarion and his companions were Izar's three 30-meter-class galleys and a caravel that was equally majestic and huge. They were flying the red white moon flag and the red gold sun flag. The former was the flag of the Ottoman Empire, and the latter pattern had never been seen before, but it looked like a ship of the Ottoman Navy.

Why are you Spaniards like the Venetians? It’s fine to sell caravels to the Eastern Romans, but why did you sell them to the Ottomans too?