Chapter 244 All Quiet on the Western Front

The Grand Lyricist's dull roar sounded from the southeast, and the Knights of the Black Griffon roared in response to the priests of Sigmar.

"Guard the soul!"

"I swear to defend the purity of thought!"

"Protect the people!"

"I swear to protect the Empire!"

"Patron Saint!"

"In the name of Sigmar! I swear to fight Chaos!"

The pre-battle prayers like war drums spread to the north. When they found that all the companions responsible for the encirclement in the south had lost contact, the shadow messengers in the north felt bad.

The prophecy did indeed predict that many Order reinforcements would land on Obien, but shouldn't the Empire encounter the legendary "Invisible Island" halfway?

Destiny gone wrong?

A thunderous roar came from the west, as if the earth was moaning.

According to the revelation of fate, it should be the "man holding the sun" who comes.

The Shadowbringers are still unable to interpret this meaning. How could the sun be held in the hands of a mortal?

The only existence that can match the prophecy is the "God of the Wilderness" Tal, the ancient god who holds the sun high in mythology.

The terrifying sonic boom sounded again, and the Shadowbringers further north, far away from the battlefield, couldn't help but use magic to peer into the west, but they only saw patches of collapsed forest and a ball of sunlight rushing towards the center of Albien.

The Shadow Messengers, who were supposed to consume the reinforcements from the West landing on the island as planned, had not had time to raise the zombie army, and the enemy they were trying to stop was gone.

The ambush of the Shadowbringers was not entirely fruitless. Although Lynch rushed towards the center of the island with all his strength, his teammates did not have the same extraordinary speed.

The sparse living corpses in the forest gathered toward the southwest, forming an endless wave of living corpses.

These weak undead fought against the warriors one after another. The heavy armor of the white lions and dwarves blocked the toxin-filled claws of the living corpses, and the battle axes containing ancient magical power easily put the corpses to rest.

The team struggled to advance through the traces left by Lynch. Even if they fought until dawn, they might not be able to kill all the tens of thousands of living corpses.

What's more, are there more than tens of thousands of living corpses on the island?

Thankfully, the mage on the team is good at dealing with large-scale enemies.

Whispering incantations sounded from behind the living corpses, and hundreds of shadow messengers tried to suppress the two truth speakers and the elf mage.

But the elf mage's name was Teclis.

The Archmage waved his hand gently, dispersing the magic summoned by the Shadowbringer, and used his spirit to weave the "Fire of Asuryan".

Invisible heat enveloped a five-mile radius, and the abundant magical wind on Albion Island provided Teclis with great assistance.

In normal times, it would take him a lot of time just to gather the wind of magic, and it would only take even longer under the interference of hostile mages.

But in Albion, Teclis can summon a pyroblast with just a snap of his fingers.

Almost at the moment when the Archmage devoted his will to magic, an invisible call came to this place from the north.

The chaotic energy that cannot be seen directly guides Teclis's gaze. Even if his will is shaken by the power of magic itself, the archmage maintains the stability of magic almost instinctively and counteracts the interference of the shadow messenger.

The invisible attraction brought the Archmage's eyes to the Norsca Peninsula. He saw fur-clad barbarians gathering on the ice fields, and black-armored beasts mixed in among the totems of the dark gods.

The surging energy of chaos surrounds the Norscan army. If it is a human who is more prone to corruption, or an elven mage with less skill, just witnessing the chaos itself will change the mind.

The Archmage silently recited the name of the goddess Lilith, anchoring his mind with the help of the vastness of the gods.

Chaos energy makes the already biting wind even more ferocious, and thick dark clouds always linger above the Chaos tribe.

The earth is distorted by corrosion, and in the cracks of the ice sheet there are countless fangs that look like granules gnawing at the rocks.

Teclis wanted to withdraw his gaze, but the invisible gravity once again pulled the mage's will further north, which was a place of corruption and a festering wound in the material world.

Eight thousand years ago, that day when the turmoil occurred.

After the Star Gates placed by the Ancient Saints at the two poles went out of control, the poles were twisted into irreversible wastelands by the strangeness of the Chaos Demon Realm.

The Antarctic wasteland is isolated by the ocean, but the Arctic is directly connected to the continent.

According to legend, the oldest demon toads once launched a mythical battle of wills with Chaos at the Star Gate.

Many ancient creatures that could shake the stars died silently due to the spiritual war that closed the star gate.

Today, eight thousand years later, it is no longer possible to trace the long past. The occurrence of the catastrophe is enough to prove the outcome of that mythical battle.

The first-generation Demon Toad was defeated, and the most ruthless will of order could not resist the divine power of chaos.

Low whispers seduced Teclis, using truth and mystery to lure him closer, further north, and take one more look.

The blasphemous voice that reached straight to the soul urged and forced his soul. The power of the Elf Goddess was like sparks in the wind, and she was as humble as dust under this power.

"join us."

"Join me"

"Come to us. We are coming"

The chill from the soul almost defeated Teclis's reason. The elf's logic and thinking were small and powerless in the face of madness.

The boiling fire of the phoenix burned Teclis's spirit, and the heat of Asuryan restored the will of the elves with pain.

The flames emerged in the shape of a phoenix in mid-air, and all the filth was ignited by the anger of the Phoenix God King.

The green plants regained their verdure in the spiritual fire, the gloomy water vapor rich in dark power was evaporated, and the swamp instantly turned into a dry forest.

This magic was more powerful than Teclis expected.

The Shadowbringers howled and turned into ashes, and tens of thousands of living corpses eventually returned to dust.

A cold will floated around Teclis, providing invisible assistance to the young junior.

Teclis held the flames in the sky and subconsciously looked at the Oracle Eugen.

Human beings wiped the sweat from their foreheads ignorantly and looked at the wizard's powerful magic with envy.

He didn't notice the invisible presence above him.

The thinking that seemed to be pure order looked down at the elves on the ground. The reason and logic contained in the magnificent eyes completely drove away Teclis' despair when facing chaos.

A certain ancient, deceased Demon Toad Teclis instantly understood the identity of the visitor.

The pull of the material world pulled the spirit of the demon toad to the south. Based on this, the elf deduced that its entity in the material world was in the south. This was an elder from the southern rainforest.

After all the enemies disappeared, Teclis extinguished the phoenix fire in the sky and led the team hurriedly north to keep up with the cold-blooded champion.

Lynch no longer counted on the help of the young race. He arrived at the Ogunwen Stonehenge at an astonishing speed. There were only sixteen giants left as defenders.

The roars of bloodthirsty demons and giant dragons echoed in the sky, but the ground was strangely dead.

The stupid giant covered his head and sat beside the boulder, staring blankly at the north.

Lynch used his senses to briefly scan the battlefield. Only corpses were left on the ground, and there were rat men lurking underground who did not dare to show their heads.