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Aenarion was stunned. It is true that Muslims have to worship Allah five times a day, but he has never seen Astariel worship once.

"Ah? I always thought you were a Muslim. I remember that all Janissaries were Muslims. So they aren't?"

"Of course not. The bloodline of Angelos is too powerful. The Sultan himself made a special exception for our family. Non-Muslims can still join the Janissaries."

Astariel was a little unhappy and pointed to the double-headed eagle emblem of the Angelos family on her chest.

“More than three hundred years ago, my ancestor, Isek Angelos, made a deal with the Lord of Change, the God of Tzeentch, in order to become the Roman emperor. On that day, as the marshal of the guards, he launched a rebellion, overthrew the rule of the Komnenos dynasty, and became the new emperor of the empire.

But it was also on that day that all the Angelos possessed dual independent career systems, which were passed down to all their descendants. But at the same time, they also inherited the thirst for endless knowledge and the almost abnormal desire to play tricks and schemes. Under the endless conspiracies, betrayals, coups, intrigues, and power murders, almost no Angelos emperor could have a good end, and the dynasty perished after five generations.

Therefore, although most of the Angros now worship the Lord of Change and crave endless knowledge and mysteries, they will also keep a certain distance from Him. The history of the bloody struggle for power by five emperors is too horrible - anyway, this warlock bloodline has surpassed almost all of Tzeentch's blessings, so it doesn't matter if there are other blessings. It's enough to pray occasionally for some knowledge.

Aenarion glanced at the quiet little girl in front of him, immersed in a sea of ​​books and papers. He didn't expect that she was actually a follower of Tzeentch. So the two-headed eagle refers to Tzeentch? Why are all the people around him not normal?

Chapter 94: The Origin of Chaos

"Back to the original question, don't be fooled by stereotypes about Khorne. They are just crazy when fighting, and when they are too excited about killing, they will even kill without distinguishing friend from foe. They can communicate and converse normally at other times, and even use conspiracies and tricks. The stereotyped madman who kills 24 hours a day is a Chaos Spawn without consciousness and wisdom, and has become a monster."

Astariel explained the behavior patterns of Khorne's followers.

"I see. The Ottoman Empire sounds really chaotic, believing in Allah and the Four Gods of Chaos at the same time."

Aenarion roughly understood it. It seems that during the battle, he should stay away from those Khorne pirates, so as not to be killed by them.

"What's the confusion? The Romans believed in God and the Four Gods at the same time, and they lived peacefully for thousands of years, didn't they? They believed in many more gods than the Ottomans. Guess who was the first king of Rome?"

Astariel asked unhappily.

"Romulus founded the Roman city-state and was the first leader of the Romans."

Aenarion said it easily.

"He claims to be the son of God. Which God?"

Astariel continued to ask.

"The grandson of Jupiter, the god of heaven, and the son of Mars, the god of war, territory, glory, and victory. This is Latin, and translated into Greek, it should be the grandson of Zeus, the son of Ares: Romulus."

Aenarion answered just as easily, but then he felt

Something is not right. Another name for Helios, the god of the sun in this world, is Asuryan. Then the god of war...

"Ares, Mars, Khorne, Lord of Hosts, Tyr, they are all just different names for the same god. The Romans conquered the world with groups of citizen soldiers and legionnaires who believed in Khorne. Look at their bloodthirsty and warlike appearance, and their red cloaks and flags. They are not chaotic. Why would the Ottoman Empire be chaotic? After all, most of our soldiers believe in Allah."

Aenarion was speechless, and he and Astariel began to tidy up the house, clearing a path from the door to the table and chairs under the window, and to the bed.

"By the way, after seeing so many things, do you still want to go back to Osman?"

Aenarion picked up a stack of documents with great effort and found a few turtle shells engraved with oracle bones underneath. He didn't know where she bought these things from.

"I don't have any ideas for now. I don't have any feelings for other dark elves. Don't ask me to fight against the friendly forces of the 13th Legion. Just classmates. I can help you fight other dark elves and even the Janissaries of other legions."

Astariel carefully sorted out some ancient-looking documents and then lazily went to bed.

"Besides, you're quite comfortable here. The Janissaries require us to get up at six in the morning, do exercises, and gather for training every day. The schedule is strict to the point of being abnormal. Here, I can sleep until noon as I please, or read books at the table all day. It feels pretty good."

"That's good. Have a good rest. It's getting late."

After spending several hours tidying up Astariel's room, Aenarion felt a little tired. Looking at the darkening sky, he prepared to go back to sleep. The distance from Izmir to Evia Island was only two hundred kilometers, less than half the distance of Constantinople, and could be reached in two or three days.

And when he left, a hint of unwillingness flashed in Astariel's eyes. He and Artemisia were so close and inseparable, it was not realistic to snatch him away. For the time being, she must speed up the process of getting him into Ottoman society, at least to prevent him from becoming a Christian who could only marry one person.

On the way, Aenarion was bored and looked at the three Viking longships sailing on the right wing of Ulthuan. He used the [Reconnaissance] which did not consume mana to check the more than 4 people on each of the three ships. Half of them were level one warriors or barbarians, and the other half did not even have a professional level. They were ordinary people. Only Valkia reached level .

Together with the zombies in his hands, as well as Artemisia and others, their fighting power is probably on par with the Slayer Gang. They lack slightly more high-level forces, and they will be at a disadvantage in a real fight. They have to use some strategies. Sun Tzu, a famous ancient military strategist, once said, "He who plans for victory before the battle has made many plans, while he who plans for defeat before the battle has made few plans."

Roughly translated, the more detailed you plan a battle, the greater your chances of winning.

On the first day, Aenarion went out personally to survey the surrounding terrain and sea area.

Evia is the second largest island in the Aegean Sea, second only to Crete, where minotaurs are abundant. Although it is huge, more than 70% of the island is covered by mountains. Between the rolling hills are some fertile lowlands suitable for farming. The only city is located in the west of the island, at the narrowest part of the Evia Strait, across the sea from the Attica Peninsula where Athens is located.

Across the strait, the Attica Peninsula in Athens has an outrageous number of mountains, covering about 80% of the area. The largest port on the west side of the peninsula is Athens, and on the east side, the closest and only large port to Evia Island is the famous Marathon. Thousands of years ago, the Persians spent a long time searching in the Greek mountains before finally finding this good port for a huge navy to land. The distance between Marathon and Evia Island is less than kilometers, almost face to face.

Aenarion thought for a moment, then picked up the magical conch and asked Mariana some questions, and learned about the situation of these Slaanesh pirates through spies.

The original Venetian navy of Evia had basically all fled, and the only navy was the six Arab sailing ships of the Slayers. Although they also seized some large ships in the port, these people were used to being pirates and were too lazy to use them. These 16-meter-long small boats were extremely fast and the crews were very good at boarding.

The port of Evia has thirteen artillery batteries carefully designed by the Venetians. A rash attack on the port would lead to death. However, the Slaanesh pirates do not hide in the port. Every day, one-third of their sailors go out as scouts to see if there are any big fish to rob.

Combining this information, first of all, we must not scare them. We should put away those camouflaged wooden cannons. If the enemy wants to escape back to the port, they will definitely not be caught up by bulky ships like the caravel.

Secondly, we must find a way to trick them into leaving the port to plunder. Once a head-on battle breaks out, the caravel that is hopelessly cumbersome for our own people will become hopelessly heavy for the enemy. At the same time, we must find a way to counter the enemy's boarding problem.

Finally, they cannot let all six ships go at the same time. The other captains can still put up a tough fight, but the Slaanesh God of Sorcerer is a monster on Khayon's level. He must find a way to disguise himself as weaker, like a big fish, so that the two captains who come out on patrol every day will think that he can handle it, and thus launch a hasty raid and fall into his trap.

Chapter 95: Fishing Law Enforcement

Einar

Ryan quickly thought of a strategy. He first took out the 16-meter-long Arab sailing ship hanging behind the caravel and used it as bait: this ship was robbed on the way to Constantinople and had been tied to the back of the ship with a rope, ready to be towed to Rhodes to exchange for a bounty for the Knights Hospitaller.

It was very small, only sixteen meters long, and had many scars from the bombardment, making it a perfect bait.

In order to lure the enemy into spending a huge amount of money, Aenarion directly transferred dozens of tons of minerals on the ship to the Arab sailing ship, making it look fully loaded with cargo and with a very deep waterline. Then he took out a cannon, several chain shells to paralyze the enemy ship, and shotgun shells to kill in large numbers, and let the zombies push off the Arab sailing ship to create a suitable defense system - acting cannot be too fake, no one would believe that there is not even a cannon on a merchant ship these days.

Finally, Aenarion selected fifty human zombies as crew members and garrison forces, disguised himself as the captain, and took Astariel with him, sailing the small sailboat in the waters near Evia. Well, the wind is blowing from the west, and his current location is just east of the port of Marathon.

The Ulthuan was hidden in the port of Marathon, less than ten kilometers away. With a favorable wind, it could arrive within an hour at the latest. The Vikings' longships were even faster, so it might not even take half an hour to get there.

As long as he attracted the pirates to approach at this position, knocked down their masts with chain bullets, paralyzed their ships, and then held on to the small boats and waited for reinforcements to arrive, he could wipe out the enemy's patrol team and destroy one-third of the killers' forces before the battle.

Before setting off, Aenarion contacted Mariana again and learned the information of the captains of the two ships patrolling the sea today. One of them was a high elf, a level 5 warrior, blessed with the same [Claw of the Thirsting Soul] as Artemisia, and his right hand could be transformed into various weapons to harvest souls.

The other one is also a high elf, a level 5 druid who can transform into various animals to assist in combat.

Everything was ready. Aenarion drove the tattered Arab sailboat on the route that the Slaanesh pirates had to take, pretending to be passing by. He waited for only about an hour, and then two Arab sailboats appeared at the end of his sight. Looking through the telescope, he saw that all the people on board were wearing purple cloaks to distinguish between friend and foe.

The fish is hooked.

The two Slaanesh pirate ships were very alert and did not rush up immediately. Instead, they circled from both wings like a pack of wolves, approaching to see if there were any people in the nearby waters and to assess the overall situation of the other ship. Aenarion pretended to be panic-stricken. Among the fifty zombies, thirty hid in the cabin, creating the illusion that there were only twenty or so people on the entire ship.

"Brother! Your boat has a very deep waterline. What good stuff is hidden in it?"

A male pirate wearing studded leather armor and a purple cloak shouted using a magic device from a distance of two hundred meters.

"This is the waters of the Ottoman Empire! You will be taxed if you want to pass through! Hand over one tenth of your goods, or you will be considered tax resistant! Your ships, goods, and personnel will all be detained!"

The Slaanesh pirates also brought out a few cannons and said in a boastful manner that they had been pirates all their lives, but after being summoned to the imperial court, they realized that their previous efforts to rob money were too inefficient and extremely risky.

Now they are waving the Ottoman flag, levying heavy taxes on the island of Evia, and blocking the sea area, collecting taxes from passing ships. It is safe and profitable.

What, you said this is illegal? At worst, we can split the money 70% and give a share to the old man Sultan.

When it comes to robbery, you civilized people are more ruthless. Pirates can never make as much money as Muslim governors and Christian nobles.

"I haven't heard of this tax! And I'm not an Ottoman anymore! You are robbing me!"

Aenarion pretended to be extremely angry and brought out his own cannon. Astarielle would also take the initiative to defeat the enemy. At this moment, Aenarion was at the helm and she was responsible for firing the cannon, pretending to be in self-defense. The Slaanesh pirates did not care. While rotating and moving forward with the small boat as the center, they began to load the cannon and fire chain bullets, preparing to try to break the enemy's sails, paralyze the opponent's power, and then jump on board to seize the ship.

However, when they were aiming, they also fell into the enemy's shooting range. Aenarion and the Slaanesh Corsairs launched attacks at the same time at a distance of less than two hundred meters!

Accompanied by the deafening sound of gunpowder explosions and rising white smoke, three sailboats fired at the same time on the sea. Two chain bullets blasted out of the barrels rapidly, like two scythes of the god of death, spinning, flying, and screaming, cutting through the air and flying over the heads of the sailors on both sides, almost at the same time cutting off the enemy's cables and rigging, and breaking the small masts of the two ships in half!

Suddenly, there was a roar and wood chips flew everywhere. The masts of Aenarion and a Slaanesh pirate ship, with their white sails, fell into the sea, splashing green waves.

The other Slaanesh sailboat fired a solid bullet, which flew directly towards the rudder at the rear of the ship! Aenarion, who was at the helm, was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and directly activated [Wings of Protection], which made him immune to any damage once.

Instantly, a pair of psychic wings covered with silver scales stretched out from behind the pale spine, and together with twelve pairs of ribs, protected Aenarion.

With a horrifying scream, the shell hit the right side of the ship and instantly smashed it.

The entire wall, a mere wooden wall, could not stop the solid bullet's advance. Amid the flying broken wood pieces and twisted rivets, it continued to advance with overwhelming force, tearing a huge crack in the ceiling of the ship's tower, and then smashing the rudder that controlled the ship's course into pieces, and finally, wrapped in thousands of sawdust and a howling wind, it hit Aenarion's face hard, breaking and shattering a pair of psychic wings.

But the shell itself lost power due to the absolute defense of the Wings of Shelter, and fell down helplessly, smashing through two decks in a row, and rolling all the way to the bottom of the ship, which frightened Aenarion into a cold sweat - the enemy also had a mage who could use [True Strike] to greatly improve the accuracy of shooting! Otherwise, it would be impossible to shoot so accurately! Fortunately, I have [Wings of Shelter], which is absolutely immune to one damage, otherwise it would be really dangerous.

After the bombing was successful, Aenarion immediately operated another cannon and began to aim at the second ship. Astarielle also used another pair of magical conch shells to notify the Ulthuan and the Khorne pirates hiding in the port of Marathon to go into battle quickly!

The next thing is very simple, just hold on to the attacks for a while.

On the calm sea, three sailing ships loaded shells at the same time. Aenarion ordered the zombies to load shotgun shells. The enemy ship that had lost its mast and was paralyzed was loaded with a solid bullet to kill the enemy ship from a distance. The other Slaanesh sailboat directly turned its sails and charged towards Aenarion's ship!

Under the sea, the bronze ram of the Slaanesh warship was faintly visible in the rippling blue waves. On the sea, the cannon on the deck also began to load shotgun shells, preparing to use shotgun shells with a very large impact range to damage the enemy after getting close to them.

Chapter 96: Bloodtide Lord

"Estariel! Hold on tight! The other party is coming!"

Aenarion originally wanted to turn the ship around and use the bow to collide with the enemy ship to minimize the collision energy, but the rudder had been blown away by the enemy's cannon, and he had no way to control the steering. He could only watch as the enemy got closer and closer to his side!

Just when the other party was about to collide, the Slaanesh ship suddenly turned 90 degrees, and the bronze ram narrowly deviated. The sides of the two sailboats collided heavily, and the rapid and violent friction splashed wood chips all over the sky.

Afterwards, the enemy and our artillery fired face to face, ignited the fuse towards the other side's deck, detonated the gunpowder, and several kilograms of iron sand whizzed out in a fan shape amid the deafening explosion, like an iron-gray wave of death, instantly flooding the opposite deck.

Seven or eight Slaanesh pirates who were preparing to hook the ship and board it were hit by the shotgun shells. Hundreds of transparent holes were made all over their bodies by the high-speed flying iron sand. They flew backwards like kites with broken strings. The most seriously injured ones were even torn to pieces by the terrifying impact of the shotgun shells. The entire deck was covered with broken limbs and arms, and blood splattered in all directions. The gunner closest to them was even blown into a pool of unrecognizable minced meat, with fingers, internal organs and other parts rolling everywhere.

On Aenarion's side, there was only Estalie firing the cannon and two zombies loading the ammunition on the deck. With the help of her magic, she used a paladin's holy shield to become immune to all damage for six seconds. Covered by a golden halo, she proudly stood in front of the cannon, fighting against the wind and waves without any injury.

Although the two zombies fell to the ground with a hundred transparent holes made by the shotgun shells, their bodies were still intact and not torn into pieces, revealing the heaviness of their evil corpses.

"CHARGE! FOR THE DARK PRINCE!!!"

Accompanied by the creepy sound of war cries, a large number of Slaanesh pirates rushed out of the cabin in anger, picked up the hooks and other objects on the corpses, hooked Aenarion's sailboats, fixed them to their own ships, and began to build a boarding bridge. Some impatient pirates directly grabbed the ropes on the sails, swung over like monkeys, landed steadily on the deck, and started to board the ship directly.

At Aenarion's command, all the Abundant Wraiths emerged in droves from the towers and under the decks with heavy steps, firing their muskets loaded with ammunition at a very close range. In the flames and thick smoke, they beat the Slaanesh pirates to pieces, then put their muskets on their backs, drew the two battle axes at their waists, and started a brutal close combat with the Slaanesh pirates.

Some zombies that were stuck at the back even used their matchlock rifles as spears. They passed over the bodies of the zombies in the front row and stabbed the enemies in front of them mercilessly. Their cold and pale throats emitted creepy howls from hell!

The Slaanesh pirates were frightened by the large number of Fertility Wraths that suddenly rushed out. Eight or nine pirates died in the first round of musket fire from the Slaanesh Palace. They felt something was wrong, but now they had all boarded the ship, so they had no choice but to fight.

These Slaanesh pirates were completely different from the Abundant Zombies. One was slow but had powerful attacks that would cause serious injuries once hit. The other was agile but could only scratch these thick-skinned zombies, leaving scratches that could not cause fatal damage.

For a moment, the crazy roars of pirates, the hoarse screams of zombies, and the clanging of weapons all rang out! The armies of both sides were deadlocked on the narrow deck, shouting and fighting fiercely. The battle lines were like jagged teeth, and no one could achieve a quick victory in a short time.

After they got entangled, another Slaanesh ship with a broken mast also took out a few large oars from the bottom cabin and paddled forward, trying to clamp Aenarion's ship in the middle.

Our sailboat is a small model of 16 meters, otherwise it would be impossible to slide a sailboat with just these few large oars.

"What a damn bad luck! It turned out to be a zombie ship! We can't capture their crew members as slaves, so we can only throw them all into the sea!"

A pirate dodged the zombie's clumsy attack with ease, and cut a shallow cut on his arm with his scimitar, yelling and cursing angrily.

"Don't underestimate the enemy! Their cannons are very accurate, and there are so many zombies at the moment. Their captain must be a spellcaster, and his level is not low! Don't let the boat capsize in the gutter!"

Another pirate in a purple robe looked around the ship vigilantly. The elf who fired the cannon just now used a Paladin's magic. Could she be the captain? But where is that guy hiding now?

Aenarion stood on a high ship's tower, overlooking the boarding Slaanesh pirates. He locked onto six who looked capable of fighting. He pulled the trigger, and a lead bullet accurately hit one of the pirates' heads. The huge impact force caused his head to explode like a ripe watermelon. Blood and brains splattered all over the bodies of nearby pirates and zombies, painting their battle robes the color of hell.

After a successful shot, Aenarion quickly read the bar in his mind, showing a [Psionic Missile]. Five blazing flaming missiles whizzed out, dragging long tails of flame across the sky, and heavily smashed into the five Slaanesh pirates. At the same time, the colorful magic flames with tens of thousands of crazy colors such as red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple instantly devoured their bodies. Night raid, group land; ⑨④九三'六一'③五尽!

The five pirates screamed, wailed, and struggled in the five balls of colorful magic flames, trying to jump into the sea to escape. However, after they jumped into the sea and extinguished the colorful magic flames on their bodies, there was not a single piece of good skin left on their bodies. They even lost the strength to struggle or swim. Several pirates were so painful from the burns that they passed out and gradually drowned in the sea.

More than two months ago, it was very difficult for Aenarion to defeat two soldiers at the same time, but now he can kill six pirates in a row in just twelve seconds.

This move of his was also targeted by the Slaanesh pirates. A two-meter-tall, strong and powerful Slaanesh elf grabbed a rope hanging from the mast and swung to Aenarion's side nimbly like a monkey. It was the fifth-level Slaanesh elf warrior: Jon, one of the six captains of the Slayers. His blessing was the Blade of Thirst, and his fighting style was the same as Artemisia's. As long as you were careful with your right hand, there was nothing to worry about.

Aenarion chanted a spell, and as the enemy jumped in front of him, he unleashed his strongest single-target attack: [Death Coil] which could deal 11 to 66 points of magic damage.

Amid the eerie sound of the spell, the ultimate necromancy magic condensed into a skull burning with two-color flames of rotten green and dark purple. It screamed and blasted towards Jon's chest. The burning skull drew a beautiful two-color tail flame in the air, and exploded the moment it collided with his body! Hundreds of sharp white bone fragments, wrapped in the cold and piercing necromancy magic, cut a series of wounds on his body that made his flesh roll outward, and the wounds burned with purple and green necromancy flames.

"Roar!!!"

The Slaanesh captain did not retreat after being hit so hard, but instead let out a crazy roar, and while rotating his right arm 360 degrees backwards, he used the blessing of the Lady of Thirst, and his five fingers turned into five bone chains covered with flesh, blood and tendons. At the end of his fingers were connected five bone skulls covered with bone spurs and burning with Slaanesh powder flames. His entire right hand turned into a two-meter-long five-headed flail!

"boom!!!"

Five hideous spiked bone chains, five terrifying burning bone heads, accompanied by his right arm turning 360 degrees, screaming and tearing the sky, and fire like meteors smashed towards Aenarion's head one after another. No matter how strong or weak, the Wings of Protection could only be immune to damage once. The psychic wings collapsed and dissipated immediately after blocking a flail. The other four spiked skeletons smashed the psychic bones protecting Aenarion into cracks and almost broke them.

Aenarion aimed at the bone chains that were lying in the air and thrust out his musket suddenly. He shook the musket and tangled all five chains on the musket, making it impossible for him to retract the flail. He then chanted the gloomy and blasphemous death spell once again, condensing a second bone skull wrapped in the fire of death in the air.

Jon pulled his right arm back and found that the five bone chains of the flail were entangled by the opponent's gun. He could not pull it back for a while. He could only watch Aenarion holding his weapon with the gun while chanting rapidly.

In a hurry, Jon simply canceled the transformation. The bone flail covered with flesh and tendons melted and disappeared instantly, turning back into his right hand, freeing Aenarion from the shackles. Then it once again turned into a five-headed flail more than two meters long, and with his rotating right arm, it smashed down from the air for the second time!

Aenarion looked at the five flails falling from the sky, and then at the spell that was about to end. He made up his mind to take a gamble. With the end of the complex spell, the second skull wrapped in the flames of death exploded on Jon's body, and the five flails fell on him like a storm, sparks flew and clanged on the armor forged by psychic energy!

For a moment, Jon was covered in wounds from the second death coil. His body was torn by bone fragments, leaving countless horrible scars with flesh rolled outward. Blood flowed down like a stream, and the cold and corrupt death

The power of death flowed through the wounds, corroding and infecting his limbs and bones.

The bones protecting Aenarion's body were also smashed into pieces by the two flails, shattering into silver fireworks flying all over the sky. The three flails that followed fell on his head, left shoulder, and chest respectively.

The Helmet of Helios protected his head from being smashed, but the huge shock wave also made his ears buzz.

The psychic armor covering his left shoulder and chest was smashed into pieces by the Slaanesh Flail, and was dented and deformed. His left arm fell down like a noodle because of the broken shoulder bone. At least three ribs were broken. His life dropped from 31 to 9! Intense pain attacked his mind.

Both sides were hit hard, knelt on one knee, and coughed up a few strands of bright red blood. Jon was filled with surprise and fear, and was a little shaken. Who was this person? The captain of a small boat was fighting with him? I have never heard of this person appearing in the Aegean Sea?