Chapter 836, The Beginning of Revenge

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The king of the royal court of the Northland, the black iron plunderer, the king of Norsca, the leader of the destruction legion, the son of the blood-red sky, the unparalleled warrior who defeated the wife of the blood god, and the man watched by the four gods of chaos, his name is Black Iron Mo Tekin.

This is a giant man who is about 2.8 meters tall and looks like an iron tower. His face is hidden behind a deep helmet, only a pair of blue eyes are exposed, and the sharp horned helmet points directly at the blood from the back of his head. The red chaotic sky, his black chaotic body armor is covered with strange color patterns, his body is surrounded by colorful chaotic energy, every movement of him makes the distance between subspace and reality Greatly shortened, and torn.

Za-Zan'ek stood in the huge and empty Northland royal court. He stared intently at Motkin's appearance. Tzeentch's chosen champion could not be determined. What was the King of the Northland thinking about.

On the left hand side of the royal court, there are more than 30 Chaos Champions, they come from every corner of the Chaos Wasteland, and they are all playing for Motkin now.

On the right hand side of the royal court, Motkin's chief magic advisor, Tzeentch's Chosen, the pinnacle of the sanctuary, the chaotic wizard Hal-Eternal Eye, led a large number of chaotic demons and various terrifying chaotic creatures, waiting for Motkin Kim's order.

To this day, Zanek still doesn't understand why Sassoreal, the eternal watchman, let him come here. He carefully studied Motkin's body language, trying to see some clues from his actions.

Soon, he discovered that Motkin's body was shaking slightly.

Waves of chaotic energy leaked from his body.

Hearing the news of the destruction of his hometown Longbao, the Northern King slowly closed his eyes.

His hometown was destroyed.

The Longbao, which has a history of thousands of years and has always stood in the face of countless invasions and internal strife, was destroyed by those damn southerners. His ancestor's tomb was dug open, and his ancestor's palace was burned in flames.

Are you sad?

In Norse culture, what is there to be sad about? Ever since he embarked on the way of a warrior and offered his faith to the evil god, isn't this the fateful ending? Become a warrior, rise up in the endless fighting, and then go to the extreme north to explore, in the chaotic wasteland Looking for one's own destination, or dying in battle, or turning into a chaotic egg, or getting the highest glory, becoming a demon prince, what is there to be sad about?

On the south bank of the entire Chaos Wasteland, there are more than 30 Chaos Talisman Steles, and each inscription is engraved with a story of a Chaos Champion ascending to the devil, which is endless glory and the highest reward for mortals.

Isn't that what the life of the Norscans is all about?

Streams of heat flowed down Motkin's face. The King of the North couldn't calm down for a long time. He gently stretched out his hand, and blue tears were stained on his strong fingers that had been distorted and proliferated in the chaos and corruption. .

No, these are tears of anger, because he was incompetent, his hometown was destroyed, but he himself could only sit in the royal court that belonged to him, he did not stop the invasion of the empire, protect his hometown, the one made with dragon boats home.

The fire of vengeance burned in his heart.

He, Black Iron Motkin, King of the North, is a conqueror, he is a true leader, he is bent on gaining glory and power, he has fought in the realm of chaos for hundreds of years, he has overcome all Challenged, he not only lost most of his humanity, but was rewarded by the four gods of chaos, praised and worshiped by countless followers, and even got the promise of ascending the devil from the evil god of chaos.

But Motkin did not choose to agree. The king of the Northland knew deeply that once he became a demon,

He will lose all of his humanity, he will become a plaything and puppet of the evil god of chaos, he will lose himself, this is not what he wants, Motkin's long-cherished wish in his life is to seek a glorious ending after winning endless glory, Then he returned to the palace of his ancestors and slept with his father, grandfather, and ancestors. It is true that Chaos gave him his own blessings, but Motkin was already frustrated and tired. He knew very well that as long as he went one step further, his The soul will be lost forever.

But the news that came from Zaneike's mouth made Motkin's heart shake for a while.

Longbao was destroyed, his hometown was destroyed, the tomb of his ancestors was destroyed, and the goal he had fought for all his life had been destroyed by the southerners! destroyed!

The Black Iron Predator gently stretched out his hand and squeezed his seat tightly. His tone was trembling, but he remained calm: "The news, is it true? The messenger of the Demon Bird God?"

"I swear in the name of Saint Tzeentch, it is absolutely true, I think, you have also heard of the Great Norse Expedition of the Empire, right? The end of this great expedition is Dragon Castle." Cha- Zaneike said playfully: "I am ordered by the Lord of Changes to tell you everything."

"Oleg von Zhukov?" Motkin only felt his blood and anger return to his chest after many years.

"Oleg von Zhukov, Ostland of the Empire." Zayk nodded. He was holding a staff and a long sword, and the remaining two hands were hurriedly writing something in a small notebook.

"Oleg von Zhukov!!!" Motkin repeated the name again, and the King of the North nodded stiffly. His tone was pale at first, and then became sonorous and forceful. His words Compressed from between the teeth, and then shot away: "Southern!! I will make Oleg von Zhukov feel the same pain! I will make him understand! I will destroy his territory, I will open the tomb of his ancestors, and I will know what true revenge is!"

After finishing speaking, the King of the Northland signaled Cha-Zaneike to go away, and he returned to the depths of his royal court alone.

It was a black iron secret room that belonged to him alone, and the chaotic eight-pointed star made of chaotic black iron released colorful lights in the secret room.

Motkin released his own fury here. He roared and shouted crazily, pouring out his anger, releasing his anger. He shouted the names of his ancestors one by one until his throat became hoarse. He cried out in pain With the name of his hometown, everything in the secret room was blasted into pieces.

"I will destroy the cowardly and cowardly southerners! I will destroy the whole world! I will drown the so-called empire in the south in the tide of chaos, and I will take revenge! True gods, listen to my call and grant me strength!"

Just after the King of the North vented his anger, the power of chaos flowed out from the eight-pointed star until it flooded the entire room. Motkin was enveloped by the power of chaos. In the depths of his consciousness, four supreme The Supreme Being answered his prayers.

"Destroy! Good! Kill! Very good! Destroy the empire! Very good!" A voice full of fury responded to Motkin's prayer, and his endless rage and desire for blood skulls responded to Motkin's call: "Your power will be blessed by me! The great demon Kargalak and the Khorne demon army led by me will obey your orders!"

"Bring destruction to the Southerners, bring glory back to the North, bring the tide of change to the world, bring despair and destruction to those who will not accept true civilization, you have nine futures, nine of each This change, your wisdom will open the way to your future, make a choice, Motkin, time is running out!" A treacherous and distorted voice said in a rare serious tone: "The future is full of challenges, and I am very confident You are full of confidence that the Tzeentch Demon Army and my God-Chosen Champion, Cha-Zan'ak, will obey your orders!"

"Life and death, reincarnation, endless, we, in life and death, reincarnation, plague, and decay, eternal life, and immortality, the truth lies in this." A slow and kind voice bestowed on Motkin's father He said gently, "Son, I finally figured it out. It's okay. Daddy will always love you. My God's Chosen Champion, Plague Priest Festus, and my demon army will obey your orders!"

"Killing is an art. Destruction is an art. Revenge is also an art. We are willing to try all evils and challenge all taboos. We will experience all stimulations and taste all pleasures. Motkin, welcome to join us, willing to indulge The carnival of passion and flesh and blood will always keep you young and make you strong." A seductive and distorted voice couldn't stop being excited, and his voice turned back and forth like twisted tentacles: "It's time for my god-chosen champion Xi Gewald led my demon army out, my prince and my demon army will obey your orders!"

The four gods of chaos responded to Motkin's prayer. Motkin has always been fair. He believed in the four evil gods at the same time and never favored any of them. As the favorite and watcher of the four gods of chaos, the four gods of chaos have already achieved consensus.

"Motkin, give everything you have, and we will reward you in return."

"Your road to revenge is destined to be bumpy and full of challenges, but you must be firm. It is us who will give you the final victory!"

"Now, accept our blessings with open arms!"

"In Ostland, there is a strong man outside the star field. He will be your destiny enemy and the biggest obstacle to your southward journey this time. And we will give you the same power as him! Let you Complete your revenge!"

Motkin nodded, and the King of the North closed his eyes and opened his arms, waiting for the evil god's gift.

"I, Slaanesh, bestow upon you magnificent dance steps, swift speed and the best combat skills!"

"I, Tzeentch, give you the spell of destruction, the top magic resistance and the sharpest vision!"

"I, Nurgle, grant you the supreme defense, mutated organs and the most powerful regenerative ability!"

"Finally, I, Khorne, give you the power to destroy everything!!!"

"The day of destruction is already doomed, go and bring the end to the whole world!"

"You are the new one, Eternal God's Chosen!"

The blessings of the four evil gods were imprinted on Motkin's body.

On this day, Motkin entered the realm of God alone.

On this day, another new Chaos Eternal God Chosen was born.

The voice of rage raged from the courts of the North to the Chaos Wastes until the Warp answered his rage.

"revenge!!!".

From this day on, Motkin stepped out of his own royal court in the north. He will integrate the tribes of Chaos Wasteland and Norsca, and then launch his own revenge on the southerners.

Another Eternal God's Chosen began to prepare to go south. In a few days, the whole world will experience the tide of destruction again.