Warhammer Throne

In the sanatorium, the believers of Salia are reveling. Mobile terminal

Outside the sanatorium, the wind of chaos began to sweep across this prosperous land.

As the Chaos Wind became more and more violent, the realm of Nurgle began to emerge, and groups of Nurgle demons were entering the main material world under the terrifying will of the evil god.

First, there are groups of Nurgle spirits. These little things with fat bodies and big mouths are emitting a charming green light. They look like night spirits, but they are not cute at all. On the contrary, the appearance of these creatures means The epidemic of poison gas and germs.

Then, there are a large group of Chaos Warriors. Hundreds of Chaos Warriors are flooding into the battlefield at the call of the Cthulhu. These Nurgle Chaos Warriors are holding rusty and even rotten weapons. Their green armor They are full of rusty holes. What’s more terrifying is that their bodies are just like their weapons and armors. Their morbid, swollen limbs are covered with various sarcomas and bumps, and their chubby belly has been torn apart, and thick grease. And intestines are exposed outside the limbs.

Groups of Chaos Demons appeared behind the Chaos Warriors. Most of them have fat and rotten bodies. Chaos troops are gradually entering the battlefield, and some Chaos troops have begun to approach the sanatorium.

"Oh my God, what is that?" The appearance of a large group of Chaos Demons and Chaos Warriors attracted the attention of the nearby serfs, who stared at the terrifying army with dull eyes.

"Help...Help!"

"Oh my God, the end is here!"

"My lady, help me!"

The serfs ran away. They flee in endless panic. They were slaughtered on the spot. All the farmland was turned into quagmire, all the food was turned into silt, and all the creatures were sickened. Shrouded, black flies surround this green army, marching through the dark wilderness.

The number of this chaos army increased. When the number of the army exceeded three hundred, the first Nurg-chosen warrior appeared.

This is a giant humanoid with a height of two meters and four. It has a bloated figure and a foul smell. A round helmet completely covers its huge head from front to back. There are only a few before the helmet. The small hole seems to be used to look outside. This creature is like a ball full of spikes, hung with various hooks and iron rods. The skin behind their armor melts at the touch, in Nurgle’s love and blessing, They had to use ropes and heavy plate armor to wrap themselves up to prevent internal organs from flowing out.

They have long lost their pain. The Cthulhu is a kind, fat grandfather in their mouths. He is tolerant and inclusive of everyone, just as his kind fathers lead his beloved sons.

Therefore, the God-chosen warriors who are beloved sons are also willing to fight for their loving fathers.

Behind this chosen warrior, more chosen warriors appeared, and a stream of muddy slurry flowed from their armor.

In the nursing home, the archbishop of the Church of the Goddess of Mercy turned pale when he heard the report of the fugitive serf, and the young woman muttered to herself: "I should have thought of it, I should have thought of it."

"Why the nursing home that developed the malaria special medicine was immediately caught in a fire and burned to white ground, I should have thought of it." The body of the archbishop of the goddess of mercy was shaky, and she realized that she should have thought of it long ago.

The fire was not an accident at all, but Cthulhu did not allow the emergence of special effects at all!

What she should have thought of, but the entire Church of the Goddess of Mercy was completely immersed in the joy of epoch-making discovery and treatment of chronic diseases. She and the pastor of the church did not think about this issue carefully!

The guard beside her rushed to support her: "Archbishop, what should we do now?"

"...Transfer, transfer the wounded and the patients in the nursing home, Jon, send someone to the Royal Palace of Curona to report! Ask His Majesty Richard to send troops to help, Raymond, take this, go to the Holy Grail Cathedral, and ask Moji His Royal Highness Anna led the Knights of the Holy Grail to come to help!" The archbishop immediately ordered, she took out two silver badges, and between the badges was a white dove.

This is the holy symbol of Salia, the goddess of mercy.

"Yes!" Mayou Temple guards rode away immediately.

"Also, immediately put that roll of parchment...what?" The archbishop took the rotting roll of parchment.

The words and images of the paper disappeared.

"Archbishop, it's okay, we have all written down the recipe, let's go, Archbishop! Otherwise we will be surrounded!" A temple guard said anxiously.

"...Go, retreat, retreat, protect the patient, retreat!" The archbishop made the decision to retreat. She looked at the sanatorium outside the city with reluctance. It took a lot of effort for the Church of the Goddess of Mercy to be established.

The Church of the Goddess of Mercy has never been a particularly wealthy church because they always put a lot of effort into helping the poor and the sick. However, the huge number and needs of the poor make this task difficult, and the best doctors are often powerful. Churches such as the Church of Justice or the Sisterhood of Saints, or serve in the court, the Church of the Goddess of Mercy can only treat some simple symptoms. The doctors of the church are always in conditions of overwork and scarcity of materials.

However, the church can always receive generous funding and support from many nobles, because the nobles do not want infectious diseases to be raging in their own people. The noble ladies like to express their kindness through this method. In return, they You can dress well and socialize in the Church of the Goddess of Mercy. On their birthdays, Saria’s pastor will also appear to bless her.

Therefore, the Church of the Goddess of Mercy may be one of the most popular and admired churches in the old world, and the commoners and nobles like them.

"Retreat! Retreat!" There were dozens of guards in the temple, and there were even many temple knights. Together with the militiamen who came from nearby, the Church of the Goddess of Mercy quickly organized a team of more than two hundred. People’s army, and many militias are joining in one after another.

In the distance, the army of Nurgle is rolling in. These chaotic creatures crushed everything they saw and laid a road of decay in the prosperous wilderness of Kurona. Fortunately, just like their owner, Nurgle, The speed of this army was much slower than that of the normal Chaos army. They took heavy steps, rushing towards the sanatorium one step at a time.

The army didn't run far because it wanted to protect the wounded, and Nurg's army finally approached.

"Arrows!" The guards of the temple shouted loudly, and the serf archers took off the short bows behind them, and released a rain of arrows in the direction of the army of Nurgle.

"Ah! Woo! Master, help me!" Many fragile Nurgles were hit, they screamed and floated in the air, and then exploded into blood mist, leaving behind a turquoise gas and a stinking stench. .

The dead Nurgle cannot frighten the Chaos warriors. Under the command of the Nurgle God-chosen warriors, they advance slowly. The arrows of the serf archer have no effect on them. Those arrows that lack strength and accuracy may It can pierce the festering skin and swollen pustules of the Chaos Warriors, but that's all.

Nurgle loves each of its believers. Its believers have long been deprived of pain by their masters. They will no longer feel pain. In the endless rebirth and constant decay, the army of Nurgle is approaching.

At this time, the number of Nurgle's army has expanded to more than two thousand, and the Church of the Goddess of Mercy has also gathered hundreds of militias.

"Gather your spirits, form a formation, ready to meet the enemy!" the temple guard roared.

The serfs raised their spears tremblingly, chanting the name of the lake fairy or the goddess of mercy Salia. The knight masters have not arrived yet, they must face the Chaos army in front of them alone.

The hearts of many serfs were shrouded in utter fear. Those tall Chaos warriors who were already inhuman form, and those warriors chosen by Nurgle like a hill, were oppressing and torturing their hearts.

The tip of the spear was trembling frantically.

Approaching, the first chaos warrior rushed into the spear formation formed by the serf infantry with a long spear. Although his body was penetrated by several long spears, they seemed to feel no pain under the blessing of the Cthulhu. This powerful chaos warrior ignored it. The spear that stirred in his body was chopped off with a large axe, and the spearman at the foremost died instantly.

Then it grabbed a desperate serf and slammed it hard with his iron helmeted head.

The brain splashed, and the serf was smashed half of his head.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Under the command of, more than a dozen serfs stab at the chaos warrior with their spears.

"Puff!" The spears were almost unobstructed. They all penetrated and pierced smoothly, stabbing the chaos warrior into a hedgehog.

The Chaos Warrior finally fell to the ground under multiple fatal attacks. Before he died, he killed five or six serfs in a row, and was finally pierced in the neck and killed.

There is no infantry and the energy to cheer for victory, because more Chaos Warriors rushed into the army, and the Nurgle God-chosen warriors appeared. They strode into the army in large strides, and three heads flew up with an axe.

The infantry fell apart.

"Help! My lady, help me!"

"No, I don't want to die."

"My lady, please have mercy on me."

"Ms. Salia, please give me courage!"

"Uh ah ah ah ah ah!"

After just holding on for a minute, the serf infantry regiment has collapsed. Almost all the serfs are yelling and fleeing for their lives. Their faces remain extremely fearful, and they want to withdraw from the crowd with their hands and feet. They have been completely lost. Fighting spirit.

The collapse of a front led to the collapse of the entire battlefield. Although the temple guards fought with all their strength, they were outnumbered and drowned in the tide of Nurg's army.

At this time, the wounded and patients in the back of the palace were exposed in front of Nurg's army.

The cruel slaughter began. A large number of wounded, broken soldiers, and sick people scattered in the wilderness. They desperately shouted the names of the lake fairies and their gods, as well as the names of the holy grail knights they knew, but they never received any response. The chaos warriors slowly tore them to pieces with rusty swords and large axes. The chaos demon spewed out a large amount of acid, and many wounded and patients were corroded into a mass of blood.

The desperate emotions of mortal people have been transmitted to the mysterious subspace, and the wind of magic has become more and more violent.

The kingdom of corrosion is finally fully connected to the main material world.

A large pile of green material was thrown into the real world by Nurture.

From the outside, this thing looks like a big fat man with a height of four meters. It is all green with an extremely fat and rotten body. Its shameless face has a big mouth with a blood basin and two round eyes. The cellulite had covered the neck, the huge cracked belly fell on the ground before the stubby legs, the greasy intestines hung outside, and the two pointed horns were hung with many rotten heads. This creature was holding a huge sword and a sword. Cut off the two temple knights who were fighting hard.

The archbishop, the goddess of mercy, looked back and took a breath: "This is... the Great Impurity? The Great Chaos Demon!"

"It's the great devil!" a temple knight shouted desperately.

"It's the big devil, we're done!"

"Dead! Everything will be completely destroyed under the hands of the Great Devil!"

"Madam, save us!"

Despair pervades the wilderness, and all human beings are running madly, wanting to stay away from here and away from evil.

"Quick! Quickly withdraw!" The resistance failed. The Church of the Goddess of Mercy could only flee like a bereavement dog. The nursing home in the distance was full of smoke, and many precious medicinal materials and books were turned into ashes. The archbishop of the Church of Mercy knew that he could not turn back now. , Otherwise, the end will be destroyed together. All they can do is escape, and the farther they can escape, the better, so as to ensure that the formula of the special medicine will be retained for the benefit of the public.

"Chasing, them, destruction, recipe!" The Great Demon Nurgle spoke. It opened its mouth wide, revealing a tongue that was more than two meters long. The tongue was covered with countless puss and puss. Moth, there is a devil's face on the top of the long tongue. This face also has a mouth with dense fangs.

It is called the pus-handler, and it is the great demon under Naguo. Today, it will bring destruction and decay to the kingdom of knights, and bring victory and soul back to the subspace.

Under the devil's deterrence, Nurgle's army regrouped, and the Chaos Warriors and Chaos Demons unwillingly gave up continuing to slaughter mortals. They formed a loose and disorderly queue, ready to march towards Kurona.

"Beep~Beep~"

While the Chaos Army was still gathering, in the distance of the wilderness, a loud horn sounded. This sound was like a roar of a lion, dispelling evil and bringing light in the dark night sky.

"Beep~Beep~"

"Come on ~ weak, fragile, mortal." The pus-handler sprayed out a puff of acid, melting the chaos warrior in front of him into dregs. It opened its mouth wide and glared at the distance.

At the end of the field, the sound of dense horse hooves sounded.

Shining armor, flags held high, such as Lin's lance, various coats of arms, and dazzling brilliance, on one side of the horizon, the light dissipated the darkness, and the light of hope poured into the broken human heart.

The knights are here.

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