Chapter 889, the Loving Father Secretly Made Small Burgers

The elite troops in the high-spirited inner city have all been transferred to the Great City Wall and the outer city wall to garrison. The inner city is now sparsely populated, and most of the high-spirited nobles are busy enjoying themselves or participating in the recent series of court changes, so Little attention was paid to Lane and Forgan entering the inner city.

Moreover, Ryan and Fulgan also got the inner city pass issued by the Tai brothers. This pass could have helped the two Primarchs easily pass through the Great Wall, but the weapons had to be confiscated. Now Ryan directly teleports in, and the weapons are still worn on They found a small deserted courtyard, looked at the overgrown weeds, sat in the collapsed courtyard, and waited for the night of witchcraft.

"This trip to Ulthuan is really unpleasant." Fulgen enjoyed the fresh and salty air that he had never smelled before. The inner city is the best place in Lothern. He looked at the distant Maelstrom: "Can you imagine? Ryan, this group of high elves can actually invent a maelstrom to deal with chaos, and those bastards of the Eldar can only turn their homeland into the Eye of Terror."

"If we fail, this planet will become the second Eye of Terror." Ryan stood up and observed the surging vortex: "And I think I have to correct you, the vortex is not The invention of the high elves, the instruments and magic circuits left by the ancient saints were used by the high elves when they were desperate."

"Something like a web channel?" Fulgrim became interested.

"Almost." Ryan raised his head: "The power of ancient spells is weakening. The souls of those ancient mages are already feeling tired. Something seems to have happened. Just far away from the magic network, something has begun to disintegrate. A new round of transformation has begun. In recent centuries, the flow of dark forces has become stronger and stronger. Something must have happened in the chaotic world beyond the real world, and the power of chaos will once again come to this world .”

"Lord Crocker mentioned to me that no matter how hard the eldest sons of the Old Sages work, the failure of the great guardian is inevitable. It is too late for the father to resurrect it. It is only too late to make a little preparation. The moment is coming." Fulgrim nodded: "The Old Sage's network has long been damaged and slowly disintegrated, and no one knows how to repair it."

"Just wait, when the night of witchcraft comes, the power of the maelstrom will gradually weaken, and the chaos demon will appear." Ryan said in a low voice: "At that time, the army will be transferred, we need to wait for an opportunity, Lie Yan There are one or two thousand Phoenix Guards on the island, and Kadroin, the captain of the Phoenix Guard Flame Guard appointed by Asuryan, will judge whether it is necessary to support the various parts of Ulthuan."

"We have to wait for the Phoenix guards... Well, we have to wait for the sharp-eared guards who believe in Asuryan to attack, and then take the opportunity to sneak into the Phoenix Pyramid on Flame Island?" Fulgan immediately understood Ryan's meaning: "Wait for the Chaos Demons collective coming?"

"No, not enough, Lothern's defense is not something that Chaos Demons can break through." Ryan continued with a smile: "We must cooperate from the inside out,

Lilith will help us create fog near Flame Island, and Orika has already contacted the dark elf stumps in Lothern, and they will cause trouble here, so the Phoenix guards should attack. "

"Do you really trust that dark elf maid?" Fulgrim asked with interest: "I always feel that there is a dangerous power in her."

"Didn't you also accept a wood elf maid?" Ryan complained.

"That's because I want to figure out the body structure of the elves, and the history of the elves in this world." Fulgan shrugged, and the Primarch, the Emperor's Son, said very easily: "That is a fool, a very simple woman, With a bit of skill, she told me everything from the resurrection of the earliest elf gods, the heavenly battle between Kane and Kunos for Isha, to the secrets of the hunter's wild hunt, and the wood elves She told all the many secrets and ancient history of her, and the only thing she wants is to be cared for... and just to be with her at night, and I even grasped the secret of the blood of God in her body."

"Need I tell you?" Fulgrim picked up the wine.

Ryan was silent, and he suddenly realized that he didn't know Forgan very well.

Behind his perfect appearance, elegant posture, rich knowledge, and powerful martial arts, there is something else hidden.

It was a certain kind of stubbornness, an arrogance no less than that of a high elf, selfishness towards oneself, and cruelty.

Unlike Guilliman's kindness, hope, and honesty, and Angron's enthusiasm, sensibility, and simplicity, Fulgrim makes Ryan feel very complicated, and it is for this reason that Ryan and Fulgrim don't get along so well. Well, both sides respect each other, but unlike Angron, who can complain casually like Angron.

Thinking about it carefully, Fulgrim also committed a lot of crimes during the Great Rebellion. Perhaps it was for this reason that even the Emperor didn't think about how to arrange for this Primarch who had committed many major crimes, so he was temporarily placed on the this world.

"Anyway, let's wait."

"Well, come on, have a drink."

……… I am the dividing line for a drink………

Gradually, the sky gradually darkened.

A storm filled the skies, tossing trees and knocking down houses, and the sea around Ulthuan was churning up huge waves. Huge squalls drove relentless black thunderclouds. The savage rain poured down as if to drown the world.

Terrible chaotic witchcraft energy is rolling and spreading in the sky. The maelstrom is constantly trembling and twisting under the power of chaos. The wind of chaos forms distorted demon faces in the air, and the sky becomes colorful. In that streak of light and shadow, something began to appear on the land of Ulthuan.

Just in the Kingdom of Iris, waves of disgusting green diffused from the void, and groups of Nurglings danced happily in the air, singing the love of their father.

"Some sewage, some rotting blood~"

"Come to rot, old grandfather will show you~"

The green pestilential miasma diffused in the dilapidated and deserted kingdom of Iris. Many towns, forts and fortresses are now empty. When the wind of chaos blows through this land, a big demon of Nurgle first Emerged from the mortal world.

It has a height of up to seven meters, and its whole body is like a green rotten balloon. Its festering and festering body is bulky and disgusting. He holds a giant sword in his hand, which has long been corroded by the plague of Nurgle. It had several large holes, but this did not affect its power. On the contrary, the powerful plague made it even more terrifying. Its fat face with three jaws was covered with festering and strange fangs, and its belly was of course broken. The oily intestines were exposed, it shrugged in pain, and then let its body relax: "More eyes, more spleen, more despair, more pain, more sadness, praise Nurgle's Love, praise the Father's gift!"

Lymphas, the eighth-ranked demon under Nurgle, appeared with his plague army!

Land rots, houses melt, dying forests and meadows speak of the anguish of Chaos demons, Nurgle's bands play plaintive and playful tunes in this playful war, and the mist reveals a scene of carnival and corruption.

A group of naughty Nurglings who were laughing and carnivaling and having diarrhea first rushed out of the fog. They hurriedly rolled over each other in search of fresh flesh and blood. Amidst the sound of flutes and bells, lazy figures buzzed past the top of their heads. Horned monsters followed, and swarms of giant flies buzzed and flew among the monsters. Not long after, the stench wafted away.

The person in charge of guarding Tar-Yris is a distant relative appointed by Eltharion the Grim, named Allen, who is the chief guard of Tar-Yress.

The city has not been able to regain its former glory for many years, and although the walls of Tar-Yress are still standing today, after Eltharion took the main force, the remaining militia troops could not even stand. The city wall is full, and the only hope for the defenders is to hold on for enough time until Lothern's reinforcements arrive-although this is not easy, this is already Alan's only hope.

Dozens of Eagle Claw Ballistas were neatly lined up on the city wall, filled with sharp bed crossbow bolts that could tear everything apart, and hundreds of archers had already drawn their bowstrings.

Dense rain of arrows and crossbows flew into the air, directly attacking the stinking enemy under the dark night sky, the demons were blown to pieces, and the limbs of the servants of chaos were pierced by the arrows and torn to pieces by the crossbows , and then turned into black sludge as it flew down, green slime and rotting mist enveloped the entire city.

Asur will never surrender!

The elves showed their art of war to their heart's content, as if the ancient blood had been awakened.

The advance of the demons of Nurgle was fast, and the disgusting demons, rotting riders, and warriors of chaos appeared in groups. The sky turned yellow-green, and the entire night sky was covered with a green miasma of corruption.

Lymbas led a horde of fearsome Nurgle's Chosen warriors across the path of mud, ichor, and torrential rain, and the Great Demon of Nurgle, laughing wildly, ordered the army to move on, facing the elves like this Many Nurgle demons and Chaos warriors were pierced by eagle claw bolts, but they would not stop, and the elf archers soon discovered that the huge festering wing wasp was carrying each Nargle. The demons rushed towards the archers on the city wall, and the bodies of the archers who were hit were instantly cut in two, and even if they missed the hit, the rotten pus dripping from them and the thick yellow-green Nurgle fog kept the elves guarding. The soldiers were miserable.

However, this is far from the expected effect of the Great Demon Nurgle. Lymbas not only roared angrily that the group of wastes below are really not working well, it immediately noticed that the towering walls of the city of Tar-Yris And the magic barrier composed of elf mages, guide stones and magic circles hindered the gifts and gifts from the loving father, which made Lymbas couldn't help but pick a maggot thicker than a human finger from his neck and stuff it into his mouth. He ordered the Nurgle Legion to continue the attack, while observing the defense of the entire city.

Taal-Yris was built on the mountain, sitting on the mountain and looking at the sea, with a natural inner harbor, the city is very strong.

Sure enough, the hundreds of demons of the entire plague army who rushed up were defeated just after they reached the city wall. They didn't even have time to climb the city wall. , There were still a small number of cavalry on the wide city wall. They faced the swarm of bees harassing the defenders. The festering winged bees, which were originally a large number, suffered a lot of losses, and were forced to withdraw from the battlefield after losing more than half of them.

"No, this way, no, we must let the defenders take the initiative to fight." Lymphas kept waving his hands angrily. It didn't want to use the gift from the father of the disease, but now it seems that it has to.

Lymbas had the warriors of Nurgle cut some wood from nearby to build a huge pyre, and then it took out a clay pot full of plague, which contained Nurgle's carefully brewed stew.

"Three meals a day, no worries, just eat today, loving father, secret recipe, small hamburger~"

“Affordable and full~”

"Nurgling!" A handful of Nurgling was stuffed into the small clay pot by the shower.

"Poison ivy!" There are patches of yellow-green poisonous moss growing from the ground.

"Festering Honey!" Sticky, foul-smelling honey produced by the Festering Bee.

"Everyone calls me Gourmet!"

"Now, let me..." Lymphas laughed crazily.

Until in the distance, a shining arrow of the bright moon across the entire battlefield, a white light pierced through more than a dozen Nurgle demons, and then hit the clay pot in the hands of Linbas, and the pot filled with filth instantly exploded was shattered and sent into the void.

"Get out, demon, get out of holy Ulthuan, with your filth, get out."

The moonlight was bright, and a legendary hero appeared amidst the storm and light and shadow. Behind him appeared a large row of shadow warriors with bowstrings and kerchiefs on their faces. This hero was tall and handsome. But it was extremely gloomy, his eyes were like two bright gemstones, but the expression on his face was only filled with blatant hatred and disgust, he put away the big bow that exuded the brilliance of the moon in his hand, and pulled out his own Rune Sword: "I recognize you, you have failed here once, now, I will let you fail a second time."

"Your soul will become the most beautiful flower in the garden!" Lymphas was so furious that he pulled out the sword on the ground and started a new battle.

During this night of witchcraft, demon legions appeared in many kingdoms throughout Ulthuan, and all the high elves could do was fight endlessly.

At the same time, Lothern, the capital of the high elves, did not suffer a strong attack. Only some scattered demons appeared and were quickly expelled.

Now the Old Guards and the Musilon Coldstream Guards are commanded by Suria. This elite human army has not been arranged by the high elves to enter the battle sequence, but is prepared as a reserve team. According to the news, Yitai On the east coast of En Kingdom, Chaos Demon Legion appeared in Safrui Kingdom and Ailion Kingdom.

In Lothern, armies were urgently mobilized, and the old guards were also given special permission to station in the Belmond Hotel, waiting for news, although many people did not know where the Knight King had gone.

As for the inner city, the mobilization of troops became more and more frequent, so Ryan and Forgen saw an opportunity. They managed to get a small boat from the pier in the inner city, and then headed for Flame Island.

Carrying the hope of Sanguinius' resurrection, they were submerged in the fog that Lilith created for them.

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