The first thousand three hundred and seventy-first chapters of the eternal gods choose Archaen
In fact, the day after Boris left Middenheim, the Skaven army surrounded Middenheim.
A lean camel is bigger than a horse. Even if it suffered a fatal blow, the Skaven still had hundreds of thousands of troops. In order to capture Middenheim, the Skaven prepared more than 600 warpstone cannons.
All the war beasts of the De clan were pulled out to prepare for the decisive battle of Middenheim.
As the spokesperson of the Horned Rat's will, Chuanquero constantly emphasized that this was the battle that would decide the fate of the Skaven, requiring all clans to use all their forces. It also opened the treasure house of the Council of Thirteen and took away half of the wealth inside.
separated.
After seeing the battle of the Skaven, the heroes of Middenheim did not dare to neglect. Without much hesitation, Woten gave the order as the Lord of Middenheim to activate the mechanism and lead to Middenheim.
Four long suspended bridges collapsed instantly.
Once again, Middenheim is isolated, and almost nothing can reach White Wolf City. Perhaps only a few paths in the complex maze-like veins and mines under the mountains can reach the ground of White Wolf City, but Woten has already
Ordered people to be under strict surveillance, the White Wolf Holy Fire was burning blazingly above the Urick Castle.
Without the Plague Clan, the Skaven were unable to throw the plague and could only use lightning cannons and cannons on the city walls in vain. Chuanquillo tried several methods without any effect, and the situation became a stalemate.
"Eternal God's Chosen, respected Eternal God's Chosen Your Excellency, my master asked me to tell you that you must move faster."
On the outskirts of Middenheim, in the Chaos Camp, Carlos, the chief demon under Tzeentch, whispered to Archaon: "The enemy is already on the way. If you can't capture Middenheim, then
What you have to face next will be a dilemma."
"Oh? Really? So what?" Archaon was indeed fed up with the poor progress of the Skaven, but it was obvious that Middenheim was easy to defend and difficult to attack. The Eternal Chosen did not feel frustrated.
Carlos the Fateweaver is like looking at a piece of garbage: "What did your master tell you? What does that have to do with me?"
The disintegration of the Maelstrom and the war in the mortal world are always good for Chaos. Carlos has only been exiled by Caldo Diego for more than a year, and he can already be summoned again.
"He is always keenly aware of all things, and He is always able to clearly read all the threads in destiny." Destiny Weaver mocked: "You, Archaon, you didn't fight for the gods at all, you just because
It's just your poor, wounded pride, this is revenge, your revenge against the Empire, against Charlemagne."
"So?" Archaon said without any hesitation: "That's all? He's not satisfied with me? Then why not replace him?"
There was a slightly displeased expression on the face of the Chief Demon of Tzeentch. The biggest difference between this Eternal Chosen and other Eternal Chosen is that there is almost nothing that can break his defense.
"My master is not dissatisfied with you." Carlos could not speak for Tzeentch: "But you could have done better."
"Better? Ha." Archaon sneered: "Isn't your master a prophet? Isn't he able to predict what I can do?"
"This is not a prophecy, this is a foregone conclusion. Your silence cannot change the flow of the river of destiny. Do you want me to show you the outcome of your war?" Destiny Weaver continued slyly, "
There are many plots to the story, and they won't always go your way."
"If this is the fate of all warriors, then I accept it." Archaon said calmly: "I am here for this."
"How stupid, Eternal Chosen." Archaon's actions made Carlos couldn't help but sarcastically said: "But your struggle is in vain. I have foreseen that you will kneel before him. Forever, this is what you owe."
The debt owed to my master must be repaid."
"Debt? Prophecy?" Archaon smiled: "Then did you predict this?"
"What?" Before Carlos could calm down, the Kingslayer unsheathed his sword and plunged the sword directly into Carlos's neck. The head of Tzeentch's chief demon fell to the ground, and magic blood spurted all over Archaon's body.
All, Carlos screamed: "How dare you! Eternal Chosen, aren't you afraid of the master's magic?!"
"This time, it's not magic!" Carlos was still trying to gather magic power to release the spell, but Archaon was extremely fast. The powerful blessings of the four gods of chaos were not comparable to Carlos's temporary condensation. The Eternal God
Choosing to easily withstand the whirlpool of chaotic magic, the remaining head of Carlos also fell to the ground.
The big bird's head rolled around on the ground several times. Archaon was bathed in the blood of Tzeentch. Under the three-eyed helmet, Archaon grinned: "How about this sacrifice?"
"The master is very satisfied with your sacrifice, very satisfied." In the darkness, the three-headed Khorne demon appeared in the darkness.
The most powerful demon under Khorne, Angras!
Khorne's chief daemon, Ka'banha!
The next level demon of Khorne, Vogaroth!
"Give me the order, Eternal Chosen One, the Lord of Skulls demands that we obey your orders." Anglas roared.
The lizardmen have left, the great guardian has failed, and the world has become a playground of chaos. The great demon Khorne will remain here forever.
"Kill, I want to kill! The Eternal Chosen! Eight Khorne legions will serve you. Now, it's your turn to give the order!" Kabanha breathed out brimstone flames: "Quickly, let's go to whoever we want to kill.
Where to kill? Tell me!"
Archaon ignored Ka'banha's question. He leaned back on his Chaos Throne and said nothing.
"Drink! Wow! Answer my question, mortal, I want to kill!" Kabanha couldn't tolerate Archaon's ignorance of him. The bloodthirsty demon almost rushed to the stage and took Archaon's head with him.
The thrones were chopped down together.
But it can't. The person in front of it is the Eternal God's Chosen, the person favored by the Blood God, and the Contractor that the King of Skulls is satisfied with. It cannot harm Archaon.
Ka'banhar continued to rage, and Archaon looked at the chief demon of Khorne with contempt. He looked at the way it was furious but unable to do anything, and couldn't help but want to laugh. He was not a servant of any god, he was not anything.
A slave of the gods, it was he who chose the Four Gods of Chaos and gave them the opportunity to destroy the world, rather than the Four Gods of Chaos who chose him, Archaon, to give him a chance for revenge.
He pities the four gods of chaos.
Once upon a time, Didric was just a poor man who was teased by fate.
And now Archaon is the master of destiny!
The three great Daemons of Khorne all glared at Archaon. Who were they? They heralded roaring death, unmistakable destruction. It existed only to slaughter, maim and destroy all it encountered. It was battle rage.
The embodied form is the concrete body expressing the unbridled primal rage in this world.
Blood sacrifice to the blood god, head to the skull throne!
But now the three-headed demons of Khorne are taking orders from a mortal. This mortal doesn't even want to pay attention to them. What a shame is this?
At this moment, a member of the Sword of Chaos walked in. He seemed to have something to report. Kabanha immediately rushed forward and whipped the guy to the ground: "Go to hell!"
"Get out!" Archaon finally made a move. The Eternal Chosen stood up from the throne, swept his regicide sword, and a black light swept down, knocking Kabanha's entire body away. The bloodthirsty demon only felt that he was
Hit by an irresistible force, it flew upside down, broke the pillars in the room, and fell into the ruins.
"If there is a next time, I will personally kill you and let you go back to your brass fortress." Archaon said lightly: "I'm warning you, if you don't do this next time, or you plan to be like Skarbrand
?My master Kabanha?”
"..." Kabanha was furious, and it got up from the ground: "There is no master! You are just a slave! I will only serve you if you can lead us to kill!"
"So now you know who is the boss?" Archaon was still disdainful.
The three bloodthirsty demons were helpless. They stood there, Kabanha grunted twice, and was still furious but could only express its obedience to Archaon. It emphasized: "Killing, bloodshed, and heads!"
"There will be killings, there will be bloodshed, there will be heads, everything will come."
"Not enough, far from enough. The Lord of Skulls is not satisfied with the progress you have made so far. He has killed many people and lost many more valuable heads."
"Yes, there are still many people alive." Archaon rarely agreed with the Great Demon of Khorne: "So we will set off soon, go there, and harvest everything, including the entire world."
"That's right." Anglas shouted: "Ryan Macado's head belongs to me!"
"Very good, then I'll leave Ryan to you. I hope you won't fail a second time." Archaon nodded, stood up, and stepped off the throne: "His skull belongs to you, and his skin and flesh belong to me.
I will pluck his and Karl Franz's skins off and hang them on my armor."
“It’s a deal!”
“It’s a deal!”
The great demons of Khorne were satisfied. Archaon felt funny in his heart. If it were the great demons of the other three gods, this kind of contract would have almost no credibility at all. But Khorne is different. The Blood God pays most attention to honor and equal exchange. You
Kill for Him, offer skulls, and show glory. No matter what believer you are, the Blood God is never stingy with rewards. However, from the moment the contract is signed, it means that believers must continue to satisfy Khorne's endless pursuit of blood and skulls until he
Completely engulfed by hunger and thirst.
"So, what happened." At this moment, Archaon finally turned his attention to the members of the Sword of Chaos.
"Two armies are approaching Middenheim quickly." The members of the Sword of Chaos reported: "One of them seems to be skeletons from the Nicohara Desert. There are quite a few of them, estimated to be hundreds of thousands.
And they have some war machines that we don’t understand at all.”
"The Nicohara Desert is interesting." Archaon ordered: "Let the dragon demon army of Korek Sun-Eater be dispatched."
"The second army comes from Nuer in the south. It is mainly composed of humans, elves, and dwarves, and is also mixed with a large number of dead armies. The leader calls himself the Incarnation Council, and the commander is the Sun King of Britannia, Ryan Malcador.
, the Imperial Emperor Karl Franz, the Eternal King of the Elves Malekith, the High King of the Dwarves Thorgrin, and that so-and-so Vlad von Carstein who calls himself the Lord of Death."
"Hey, everyone is here." Archaon laughed, yes, this is my main stage, and everyone must be a footnote for this grand performance.
This is great, really great.
He couldn't wait.
Stepping out of the hall, the largest Chaos Destruction Army in history was gathering under Archaon. He began to order his troops:
The Grand Marshal of the Chaos Armies, the Eternal Chosen Archaon's personal army, the Swords of Chaos Chapter, and its 38 Chaos Legions.
Join the Chaos Demon Army:
The original demon prince Be'lak and his Chaos Undivided Legion.
Angras, the most powerful demon of Khorne, and his three demonic legions of Khorne.
Khorne's chief archdemon, Kabanhar, and his three Daemon legions of Khorne.
Vogaroth, the First Order Archdemon of Khorne, and his two demonic legions of Khorne.
The chief great mage of Nurgle-Gath and his four subordinate demon legions of Nurgle.
The first-order Nurgle Great Demon Rainfather Nagroros and his three subordinate Nurgle demon legions.
The chief demon of Slaanesh, Lucius, and his three legions of Slaanesh demons.
The most powerful demon of Slaanesh, Shalashi - the evil demon and his three legions of Slaanesh demons.
Join the battle with the Chaos Lord:
Nurgle's Chosen Space Marine, Lord of the Hive, Typhons.
Chosen Space Marine of Khorne, Karn the Betrayer.
The Chosen Space Marine of Slaanesh, Lucius.
The Bride of Khorne, the Bloody Valkyrie.
The Chosen Champion of Khorne, Skaar-Bloodfury.
Possessed by the Great Demon of Nurgle, Isabella.
Troll King Throlongor.
Ko Lieri, the King of Dragon Demons - The Sun Eater.
Cha-Zan'ek, the Chosen Champion of Tzeentch.
Malagor, the Dark Seer of the Beastmen.
Groll, the Wind of Beasts - War Hooves.
Dishara the Betrayer, the Daemon Prince of Slaanesh.
Tzeentch's Chosen Vilic - The Curse.
Ulfric the Wanderer, chosen by the Four Gods of Chaos.
There are a total of 338 legions, war regiments, warbands and guards under his command.
Join the Skaven Lords in battle:
Chief Grayclaw Grand Seer Chuanquillo.
Slot, the right paw (current leader) of the Mord clan, is the unclean one.
The right paw (current leader) of the Eshin clan is Snitch, the master of death.
There are a total of 143 legions, war teams, war groups, and rat groups under his command.
The final decisive battle is approaching, and two armies, Settra's Tomb Kings army and the Alliance of Order army, are heading towards Middenheim at the same time.
Archaon stood on the high platform and looked at his army. He believed that everything would come to an end in Middenheim.
everything.
.........I am the dividing line where everything will come to an end......
Five days later, near Middenheim, in the Dracowald Forest.
Incarnated as the Grand Marshal of the Council, the Sun King, the original Gray Knight, Lion Malcador, rode on his great griffon Imperius, and looked at the Chaos army formation in the distance with a group of commanders.
Lightning pierced the sky, and dark clouds condensed unnaturally over Middenheim. The face of the Chaos Demon appeared vaguely in the changes in the clouds, and the colorful aurora illuminated the turbid black forest, from one end of the line of sight to the other.
, the army of chaos is flooding
Every corner of the field of vision is covered, and their number is so large that it is impossible to estimate their number. Only Middenheim stands alone, like an isolated island in the vast ocean, amidst the frenzied waves called Skaven and Chaos.
Barely occupying a small spot.
"Now you know how many enemies we have? Archaon is worthy of being called the last and strongest Eternal Chosen, the Lord of the End, the Butcher of Kings, the Chosen Chosen by God. His army is as numerous as the sea water.
, We people have really become the fine sand on the coast." Ryan smiled at the representatives of the Incarnation Parliament.
"Everyone, please pass on my order to have your troops take their respective positions, and then come to the Chinese army's tent for the final military discussion!"
"The Battle of Middenheim, no, the battle of the world, the final battle is approaching."