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And Aenarion's heart was filled with the joy of growth, and the pain in his torso was transformed into endless fighting spirit and rage.

Before, he needed to work together with Indragnir and Eileen to defeat a captain-level Slaanesh follower like the Leopard Woman.

And now, alone, he was able to fight a captain of the Slayer! The high will to fight and the desire for battle grew from his heart, and he chanted the spell of Death Coil for the third time without hesitation!

The dead bones that appeared this time, after being wrapped in green and purple death flames, added a third color - the terrifying scarlet color of blood.

With the Mark of Khorne [Blood Lord] I got for free from Valkia, every 1% loss of my maximum health will increase all my damage by 1%. At this moment, my health has dropped by 71%, and the damage of Death Coil has also increased by 71%! I don't believe that this warrior who was crippled by two Death Coils can still withstand another Death Coil strengthened by blood? !

"Die! Boy!"

Jon was like a wounded beast. He canceled his transformation for the second time to eliminate the huge backswing caused by the flail attack. Then he transformed for the third time and swung his arms for the third time. The five flails covered with bone spurs and burning with the flames of Slaanesh screamed through the air, leaving five death tracks and smashing heavily into Aenarion's head!

I don't believe that this short-lived ghost, who looked like he was about to die after being hit by my flail three times, can still survive after being hit for the fifth time?

The flying five-headed flail and the soaring skull arrived at almost the same time, but Jon aimed at Aenarion's head, while Aenarion aimed at his feet.

The damaged ceiling, which had been smashed to pieces by the shells, collapsed instantly due to the skull bombs strengthened by Khorne! Jon lost his balance immediately, and fell heavily down with the broken wooden boards and the five-headed flail that was about to hit the enemy. His back fell solidly from the two or three-meter-high ceiling to the lower deck. His eyes rolled back and he almost fainted from the pain. Every fragment cut out of his body by the Death Coil burst into even more miserable blood flowers under the violent impact.

Aenarion, who was standing on the ceiling, leaped up without hesitation, holding a gun in his right hand. He released his entire body weight from his feet and stomped hard on the opponent's chest! He broke countless pairs of ribs, and the musket in his right hand, using the inertia of falling, pierced the opponent's heart with incredible accuracy, nailing the Slaanesh captain to the deck.

The Slaanesh pirate raised his right hand tremblingly, wanting to fight back, but he only raised it halfway before his right hand fell down weakly. His eyes rolled back, and under the double blow of excessive blood loss and severe pain, he gradually stopped breathing.

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Chapter 97: All the Files

Aenarion was breathing heavily, feeling boundless joy and happiness for defeating the enemy. His past efforts and hard study in the White Tower were not in vain. Although he suffered heavy losses, his health dropped from 31 to 9 points and his mana dropped from 39 to 15, but he, a fourth-level warlock, did kill an extremely powerful fifth-level warrior blessed by Slaanesh.

Aenarion consumed 4 mana points and used a Vitality spell to replenish himself with a Psychic Skeleton, adding 25 extra health points. He sighed as he looked at the 11 mana points left. Fortunately, he was a dual-class Psion and Death Knight and had two mana bars. Otherwise, his mana would have been exhausted in order to kill him.

However, the Death Knight's evil aura continued to take effect, healing his broken shoulder bones and ribs. At this moment, his left hand could barely move.

Aenarion took a breath, tore off the Slaanesh captain's cloak, tied it around the muzzle of his gun, then took off his helmet, stabbed it on the tip of his gun, walked back up the stairs to the broken, half-collapsed ceiling, and raised his musket high in front of everyone.

"Jon is dead! Jon is dead! Jon is dead!!!"

For a moment, the chaotic battlefield fell silent, the ferocious roars of the Slaanesh pirates came to an abrupt end, and only the hoarse growls of the zombies remained in the cabin. They looked up in disbelief, not only did their captain's decapitation operation fail, but he even lost his own life?

For elite soldiers of the Janissary class, level 4 is just the entry threshold, but for the vast majority of conscripts, serfs, and even roadside bandits and pirates, level 4 is already a

The sudden death of a captain at the leader level was a very scary thing for them. After all, many of them were not even professionals.

The pirates looked up at Aenarion, who was covered in blood and holding high his leader's helmet and cloak. Even the most brutal villains felt a little fear in their hearts, and some of the timid ones even began to run away.

"Don't run! You cowards! In the name of Admiral Shahras, keep fighting!"

Just when the Slaanesh pirates were about to collapse, suddenly, a pitch-black crow flew over from another ship, hovering in the sky and screaming loudly. The crow's voice seemed to be filled with some kind of horrible magic, which made the defeated pirates stop and return to the battlefield. At this moment, the second ship also successfully docked and began to board, which put Aenarion under great pressure.

The crow looked at Jon's remains and Aenarion standing on the ship's tower vigilantly. It did not directly participate in the battle, but continued to cry loudly. A vibrant emerald green halo filled with natural energy spread out from the crow, covering the space within a radius of ten meters, allowing the Slaanesh pirates in the green ripples to continue recovering their injured bodies.

Then, a second dark green halo filled with gloomy poison spread out again. One by one, ethereal divine thorns weaved thorn armor for all the pirates within the range of the halo. A rich zombie swung a battle axe to attack, but was blocked by the opponent's scimitar. A thorn wrapped around the pirate's arm stretched out like a venomous snake and directly cut the zombie's wrist! The pale green preservative liquid splashed out.

[Third Ring Divine Spell·Secondary Mass Rejuvenation]: Consumes 5 mana points, all friendly forces within a ten-meter radius will recover 1 point of health every six seconds, lasting for 5 minutes.

[Three-ring Divine Spell: Thorn Aura]: Consumes 5 mana points, increases the armor of all friendly forces within a ten-meter radius by 2, and when attacked by melee, deals 2 points of physical damage to the attacker regardless of whether the attack is successful (based on 1/2 the druid's level), which lasts for 5 minutes.

It was the captain of another ship, Druid White.

Aenarion looked at his own weakened state and did not rush into battle, but instead sent out Astariel. Comparing halos? Can you beat the archivist?

Archivists can learn spells from all professions including Warlock, Druid, Paladin, Death Knight, etc. The extremely exaggerated known magic allows Archivists to be competent in any position, whether it is magic control, buff assistance, or spell output, they can give themselves full combat buffs and even serve as melee to beat warriors of the same level.

Astarielle was hiding under the cabin at the moment, protected by four rich zombies. At this moment, she did not choose to output, but chose to use the File of All Methods to provide aura amplification for all the rich zombies.

In an instant, magic ripples of three different colors, green, blue, and gold, spread out and swept across the entire ship. Pieces of soft armor woven with thorny vines entangled the limbs and bones of the rich corpse.

Then, pieces of arcane-forged breastplates appeared out of thin air on the zombies' chests.

Finally, a magnificent golden divine flame burned fiercely on the zombies' bodies, and wisps of sacred and magnificent golden light covered the limbs and bones of these corpses.

[Druid Three-Ring Divine Spell: Thorn Aura]: Consumes 5 mana points, increases the armor of all friendly forces within a ten-meter radius by 2, and when attacked by melee, deals 3 points of physical damage to the attacker regardless of whether the attack is successful (based on 1/2 the druid level), which lasts for 6 minutes.

[Mage Third Ring Arcane·Group Mage Armor]: Consumes 5 mana points, and all friendly forces within ten meters gain 4 points of armor, which lasts for 6 minutes.

【圣骑士二环神术·虔诚光环】：消耗3点法力，十米内所有友军额外获得3点防御（相当于1/2施法者等级），持续6分钟。

Astariel cast three defensive counterattack spells in a row. The zombies' defense was already 6 points, almost the level of a chainmail warrior. With the increase of Astariel's three spells, their defense soared to 15! It also had its own counterattack!

The rich zombies' heavy life and extremely solid magic armor are almost despairing. With this triple armor magic, their defense has reached the level of a feudal knight wearing chain mail, full body plate armor, and holding a shield.

However, the attacks of these zombies were still weak. The battle axes could hardly hit the Slaanesh pirates who were extremely agile in dodging and blocking. They even managed to hit them a few times, but were blocked by the opponent's thorny soft armor. However, the scimitars of the Slaanesh pirates also felt hopeless about these Abundant Zombies with full defense. It was extremely difficult for a first-level warrior to penetrate this triple magic armor.

White, hovering in the sky, widened his eyes in surprise. He recognized these spells: a druid spell, a mage arcane spell, and a paladin spell. And it seemed that the casters were all of high level. There was a level 6 druid, a level 6 mage, and a level 6 paladin hidden on the opposite ship? What a joke!!!

Astarielle was in no hurry at all. After stacking up the zombies' defense, she cast a group rejuvenation spell, which was just a waste of time. Undead creatures have no physical strength limits and will not get tired or exhausted, but your Slaanesh pirates will always be exhausted.

What's more, in a dozen minutes or so, Valkia's Khorne fleet will arrive.

I cast a bunch of defensive and healing spells because I am waiting for reinforcements. You cast a bunch of defensive and healing spells, what are you waiting for?

Chapter 98: Shieldmaiden Charges

In the blue sea, three Arab sailboats were lying side by side, their sides tightly connected by hooks and springboards.

On the blood-stained deck, sixty or seventy Slaanesh pirates and more than forty Abundant Zombies fought fiercely. The clanging of metal, the surging sound of blue waves, and the roars of the warriors reached the sky! Although the fight was extremely fierce, the ordinary soldiers on both sides, with extremely strong defense and healing magic, could hardly hurt each other, which prolonged the duration of this springboard battle indefinitely.

Aenarion looked around the battlefield vigilantly. Normally, a ship had at least a captain and a deputy captain, and these two ships had at least four good men. But now, one was dead, one was flying in the sky, and the remaining two had not appeared. No one knew where they were hiding, so he did not dare to act rashly. Forget it, just buy time and wait for reinforcements to arrive. This fishing enforcement operation would end perfectly.

After a while, the pirates and zombies were still in a stalemate on the battlefield. At this time, three longships of Khorne hid their flags and rushed from the west first. More than two hundred powerful half-giants began to accelerate, and long oars were raised high to the sky and then slammed heavily into the sea.

The raven hovering in the sky looked vigilantly at the western fleet. Although the people of the Black Wolf Clan hid their flags, not many people used longships these days. Denmark, Norway and Sweden had already used caravels in the stormy Baltic Sea. These Viking longships and the groups of half-giants on them were too eye-catching, so the people of Slaanesh immediately discovered that something was wrong.

"This is a trap! Give up boarding! Retreat to Evia immediately!"

The raven roared in fear, but it was not so easy to leave. At this moment, most of the Slaanesh crew members had boarded Aenarion's ship. Only by fighting the corpses of abundance head-on could they fight them to a 50-50 chance. To retreat now would be to expose their backs to the powerful enemy. These corpses clenched their axes and chopped fiercely, tearing their backs and smashing their solid spines in two!

Under Aenarion's command, some zombies pounced directly, entangled with the Slaanesh pirates, rolled around together, and tried their best to prevent the other side from retreating successfully, making the battlefield on the deck even more chaotic.

Just as the two sides were entangled, three Viking longships approached.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Skull sacrifice to the Skull Throne!!!"

Amid deafening roars, this group of half-giants paddled frantically, charged forward ferociously, and leaned against the Slaanesh sailboat, quickly launching a bloody and brutal boarding battle. Each half-giant was over two and a half meters tall, and the tallest could reach three meters. No matter whether it was the dark elf zombies or the Slaanesh elves, they were one or two heads shorter than them. Their two muscular arms were thicker than the thighs of these elves, and just standing there was full of oppression.

The division of labor among these two hundred or so half-giants is very interesting: the men are plunderers, rushing to the front with giant axes and swords; the women are shield maidens, holding spears and shields, protecting on both sides and throwing spears from the rear.

Although Valkia was a shield maiden, she rushed in front of the plunderers, holding a spear in her right hand and a wooden shield in her left hand. She was shaking with excitement. The spear in her hand shot out like a dragon, and pierced a Slaanesh pirate's heart at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye. With a twist of her wrist, the Viking's characteristic broad-leaf spear head rotated 720 degrees in the opponent's body, gouging out a large piece of flesh and blood. The dripping blood flew in the air along with her scarlet hair.

Valkia swung the spear to the right, throwing the corpse stuck on the spear tip away. The Slaanesh pirate with his heart gouged out fell into the sea, dragging a long line of blood, gradually dyeing the nearby sea red.

And the sharp spear, amid the bloodthirsty war cries of the Khorne believers, once again charged forward ferociously, but was blocked by two scimitars of the Slaanesh army in front of them. The snow-white blade and the blood-stained spear tip collided heavily with the loud clanging sound of metal, and sparks flew all over the sky.

"Hey, this Viking girl is pretty. Instead of being a shieldmaiden in your tribe and serving these barbaric half-giants, why don't you be my slave? Jon is dead, and now I'm the captain! As your uncle, I will make you feel the bliss of ascension every day, and make you long for the arrival of night every day."

The Slaanesh pirate wielding two swords smiled evilly, and the two scimitars drew terrifying tracks in the air that could not be captured by the naked eye, trying to cut off the opponent's hands and make him lose the ability to resist.

Valkia was dismissive of the provocation of the Slaanesh pirates. The other side's two scimitars were one meter long, while her own spear was the same height of two point six meters. The difference of one point six meters in attack distance was the difference between life and death.

Valkia pulled back her arm with the spear, and the tip of the spear was like silver lightning, shrieking and tearing through the sky again, stabbing hard into his throat, forcing the Slaanesh pirate to raise his knife to defend himself.

However, this was just a feint. The tip of the spear suddenly moved down when it was halfway through and hit his instep accurately. The sharp tip of the spear, accompanied by splattering blood, pierced through the instep and the deck with great force, nailing the Slaanesh pirate's left foot in a pool of blood.

After a successful strike, Valkia rushed forward quickly, with the tip of her spear nailed on the enemy's instep and the deck, and the end of the spear was held tightly in the girl's palm. However, because of the few steps forward, the distance between the tip and the tail of the spear was greatly shortened, causing the slender, flexible spear body to quickly bend forward and tighten, like a beautiful crescent moon, or like a fully drawn bow.

Pirates of Slaanesh

Realizing the danger, his face changed drastically, but it was too late. Valkia skillfully kicked sideways and kicked the taut gun with all her might!

In an instant, the tip of the gun that was nailed to the deck was kicked out by this kick, and the gun body that was bent to the limit straightened instantly. In the process of rebounding upwards, the sharp gun tip tore a perfect bloody arc along the left leg, chest, and right shoulder of the Saneshi pirate!

The body of the Slaanesh pirate was cut into three pieces by her lance. The broken left leg, the ripped-open torso, and the completely severed right arm flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and fell powerlessly on the battlefield. The shattered internal organs, intestines, and dripping blood flowed all over the deck through the holes torn by the lance.

Seeing their leader so brave, the Viking raiders and Viking shieldmaiden were not to be outdone. They threw their axes straight forward and dropped their javelins in a parabolic trajectory from the sky.

It was already difficult for the Slaanesh pirates to dodge the attacks of the Abundant Corpses while dodging the projectiles of Khorne. However, after a round of volleys, these Khorne barbarians roared and charged! Together with the Abundant Corpses, they surrounded the Slaanesh pirates in the center. The battle axes wrapped in scarlet blood mist exploded on the enemy like red thunder.

Their attacks were much faster and more powerful than those of zombies. The Slaanesh pirates who were surrounded from the front and back fell down like weeds.

Several Khorne raiders were splashed with the blood of the Slaanesh pirates, but they stood in the pool of blood and laughed loudly. They bent down and chopped off the heads of the Slaanesh pirates with an axe. They grabbed her hair, wrapped it around their waists, and tied it to their belts. Then they continued to charge forward with these bleeding heads and eyes open! The bloodthirsty and furious war cries were terrifying.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Skull sacrifice to the Skull Throne!!!"

Chapter 99: A Great Victory

Under the pincer attack of more than forty Wights of the Fertility and more than two hundred Khorne pirates, the Slaanesh pirates, whose number was less than sixty at the moment, were demoralized and their military spirit was unstable. They were trapped on the decks of two ships and were in a dilemma. The only Arab sailing ship that was still able to move in the naval battle was also boarded by Khorne.

A dozen plunderers swung axes and cut a bloody path on the ship, hacking their way up the side to the stern tower, leaving behind them a road of death paved with the corpses of their enemies and their own men. A dozen shield maidens followed behind them, firmly controlling the rudder and defending the place with spears and shields, making it impossible for the enemy to operate the rudder and leaving them nowhere to escape.

In desperation, a Slaanesh pirate retreated to the side of the ship. He looked at the ship full of Nagog zombies and Khorne half-giants, then looked at the sea dyed red with blood, then jumped directly into the sea to escape.

His actions inspired everyone present. One after another, the Slaanesh pirates threw away their weapons and armor, trying to reduce the burden as much as possible, and then dived into the sea. Dozens of pirates fell into the sea with "plops" and "plops" like dumplings, and then swam towards the north to the island of Evia for survival.

At this moment, the crow circling in the sky was panicked. He was frightened by Astariel's triple professional halo and thought that there were three more skilled players hiding on the ship, so he kept watching and did not join the battle immediately.

But things took a sudden turn for the worse, as three Viking longships came charging in with three times their own strength!

There was no choice, the captain of the second ship: White admitted the fact of failure, spread his wings, abandoned his troops, and slipped away without hesitation.

"Never mind the crow! Everybody! Arquebuses!"

Aenarion took out his musket and shot the Slaanesh pirates swimming in the sea as if he was hunting. More than forty zombies retracted their double axes, drew their firearms, and shot the fleeing Slaanesh pirates from the side at a rate of two shots per minute.

Valkia and the Khorne pirates also returned to the longship and paddled in pursuit, firing javelins and spears at the enemies that emerged from the sea. After shooting all the javelins, the rowers simply raised their oars high and smashed them hard on the heads of those drowned rats!

This bloody naval battle lasted for more than forty minutes and ended with the complete victory of Aenarion and Valkia. The seven dead zombies were saved by necromancy, and only three unlucky Khorne pirates were killed.

On the other hand, the Slaanesh pirates left thirteen bodies on the deck, but more than forty people died directly in the hunt on the sea. Swollen and broken corpses were floating everywhere, and the bright red blood dyed the sea red. The two sailboats were also completely destroyed.

At this moment, the majestic body of Ulthuan also arrived at the battlefield. The pirates of Khorne helped tie ropes to the two broken masts that fell into the sea and tied them to the back of the two sailing ships. Then they tied the two paralyzed sailing ships to the stern of Ulthuan. Aenarion sent some zombies to control the intact sailing ship, and quickly fled the battle area and returned to the port of Marathon.

The next step was to divide the spoils in an easy and enjoyable way. Several people looted 4,000 silver coins from the various cabins of the two pirate ships, and various weapons, armor, food stocks worth about 2,000 silver coins, two cannons with more than 40 rounds of ammunition, and 55 corpses from the corpses and warehouses.

Aenarion took off the captain he killed, and Valkia took off the vice-captain she killed, a total of three magical equipment, all of which were blue quality, a chain mail, a robe, and a ring.

[Crusader Mail]: Armor +5, HP +10

[Crusader Robe]: Mana +5, when using healing and buff spells, caster level +1

[Ring of Precision]: Attack and spell hit +2.

Did these people kill a Knight Hospitaller under Hepans and plunder his equipment? The tunic of the Knight Hospitaller should be a red background with a white cross, but this pirate painted a layer of purple dye on the surface of the tunic and then drew a pink Slaanesh mark.

Of course, the most expensive of these spoils were the two Arab sailing ships.

After some division, Valkia took away the fifty-five corpses to make human body decorations and skull memorials as sacrifices to the Blood God. The Crusader Mail and Precision Ring were also given to Valkia to enhance her defense and combat capabilities.

And the robe painted with Slaanesh's pattern was given to Astarielle. This file was very useful as an auxiliary.

As for the two ships, two cannons, and the 6,000 silver coins worth of supplies, Viking pirates like Valkia did not like to use sailing ships. They usually entered the Crimean Khanate and the Ottoman Empire along the inland rivers to plunder. In order to maintain mobility, they could only use this kind of Viking longship.

This long ship is indeed extremely fast and can travel on very shallow rivers, but the price is that its carrying capacity is relatively weak and it cannot be equipped with a cannon weighing several hundred kilograms.

So the two ships and the two guns went to Aenarion, and the six thousand silver coins of provisions went to Valkia.

By now, Aenarion's Ulthuan already had eighteen 12-pound stone-throwing cannons, which almost filled up one side of the ship, and there were plenty of shells. As for the three small sailing ships, after we were done with them here, we would tow them all to Rhodes Island to exchange for rewards, and concentrate our resources on upgrading Ulthuan first.

After dealing with the spoils, Aenarion used the magic conch to communicate with Mariana, hung up after one ring, and waited for the other party to find a safe place and reply.

This wait lasted for two hours, and just when Aenarion thought that something had happened to the other party, Mariana hurriedly replied.

"Hey, how come Druid White and a few pirates escaped back? I thought you could wipe them out."

"I can't help it. These guys are running too fast. The crows are too small a target. My mana is also exhausted. I really can't catch up with them."

Aenarion was also helpless.

"How are you doing there?"

"When Mistress Shahras heard that two ships had been destroyed and one-third of the combat power had been lost, she immediately entered the highest state of combat readiness. The remaining four ships were all alert and hid in the port and were not allowed to go out to sea. She only sent out some soldiers who could fly and swim to conduct sea surface reconnaissance and greatly strengthened the defense measures of the Evia port.

Finally, she called all the captains together and scolded Druid White in front of us for more than an hour. The meeting just ended, so I replied so late. "

Marilena said quietly.

Aenarion had a headache. It seemed that the same trick could not be used a second time. Right now, these Slaanesh pirates were hiding in the harbor and dared not go out to fight. The thirteen turrets in the harbor were very troublesome.

"The port defense of Evia is so strong, so is its defense on land strong?"

"It's normal. There is a six-meter-high stone wall in the dangerous valley, plus a few arrow towers. Evia is all mountains. Apart from this city, there is no place for large-scale landing. In addition, it is all valleys, and the defense on land is relatively weak. There is no siege equipment, so it is very troublesome to take it down."

Chapter 100: Holy War Voucher

"Okay, I understand. You continue to lurk inside and tell me if there is any situation."

Aenarion ended the communication. Together with the Khorne fleet, he only had more than 300 men under his command. A frontal attack would definitely not work. He had to think of other ways. The enemy was retreating anyway. Why not go to Rhodes first and give the three sailing ships to the Knights to see if he could get any rewards. It would be difficult to transport a few more ships if they were captured. No matter how powerful Ulthuan was, it could not carry too many small sailing ships.

After some discussion, Valkia stayed in Marathon to continue monitoring and sacrifice the corpses of these Slaanesh believers to Khorne. Aenarion returned to Rhodes Island first. Marathon is more than 380 kilometers away from Rhodes Island, and the round trip takes about eight days, which is exactly the time when the Khorne believers complete a round of sacrifices.