Your war hammer is too fake

This was actually a question he already knew the answer to, as the Priest King had been observing the battle situation with the help of the Carrion Vulture's vision.

"The Khemri used their trebuchets to destroy the High Elves' army," Suseb replied. "The border 'princes' saw this and took the lead in fleeing. Their cowardly behavior shook the entire battle line."

"Look, Holy Grail Knights. We haven't even deployed our true elite forces yet," Atum said. "Don't think that a four-meter-high wall can stop us. We have plenty of ways to deal with it."

As he spoke, the priest king waved to the Zhendan school marquis who had been waiting on the side and said, "I'll leave these people to you. Take them away. There's nothing for them to do here anymore."

"Yes!" The school marquis first saluted Atum with his hands crossed, and then said to Gustav and others in a fairly fluent Rexpert language: "Everyone, please follow me."

The others followed immediately, but Roderick stood still. Seeing this, Gustav, who was still worried that he would be killed by the Elector for losing too much money, hurried back to pull the Holy Grail Knight: "My good lord, we really should leave! Even if we stay, what can you do?"

"I should have understood it the night the northerners raided our camp," said Roderick, who remained motionless no matter how the former explorer pulled him. "It was my credulity that killed those knights and peasants, and it was me who gave the devil the opportunity to harm more innocent people. I have sinned deeply. I want to atone for my sins. This is both my duty and my right."

Atum was about to speak when the high priest of the Bronze City, Imhotep, who was from a branch of the Ka-Sabai royal family, hurried over and said, "Your Majesty! Something is wrong. The ritual is speeding up!"

"? Can this thing be accelerated just by saying so?" A look of surprise appeared on the dry face of the Priest King.

"It should be that the other party offered some kind of precious sacrifice, or borrowed the power of a divine artifact. In any case, the original calculation result is no longer accurate," Imhotep wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, even though the lich priest's body had long lost the ability to sweat. "I recalculated the time, and now the ceremony will be completed in twenty minutes at most!"

“<Nehekhara curse>, are you an Allied intelligence agent?!” Atum cursed. “Twenty minutes? Can you guarantee that this time is accurate? Don’t tell me I’m wrong later.”

"Yes," Imhotep didn't know what an allied intelligence officer was, but he could understand the tone of his own priest king, "I guarantee that the new calculation results will be accurate. Well, there may be a certain error, but the error will definitely not exceed..."

Atum's sickle-shaped sword swung at Imhotun at lightning speed. For a moment, the high priest almost thought that the king wanted to kill him, until he found that the bronze blade did not hit him, but passed from the left side of his head.

The high priest turned his head stiffly, and what came into his sight was a bloodletting vampire turning into ashes.

"'Definitely accurate'?" Atum repeated Imhotun's words. The originally motionless tomb guards fought with the suddenly appearing bloodthirsty vampires. Horus raised his front hoof high and then slammed down. A Khorne army leader had just condensed his body and did not even have time to shout out the classic war cry before he turned into a handful of flying ashes and died on the spot.

"Your Majesty, I..."

"Go help my guys, don't make me repeat myself a second time!" The Priest King said as he swung his sickle sword and cut off the heads of the three vampires at once: "That special warfare guy over there, take these shrimps and get out of here! As for that Holy Grail shrimp, he can do whatever he wants!"

The school marquis was stunned for a moment before he realized that the "special warfare boy" was talking about him. He swung his knife and chopped a bloodletter into ashes, then protected Gustav and the others and ran towards the gunboat.

The Javelin-class gunboat unleashed all its firepower in all directions amid the captain's roar. The Punisher-type Dwarfs, installed on the lower half of the hull, with two doors on each side, released hot and dense lead bullets towards the surging scarlet tide. The unique hissing sound of the steam guns firing merged into one; the flame cannon, also located in the lower half of the hull but not on the side but on the central axis of the bottom of the boat, spewed out a ball of orange-yellow flames, drew an arc and fell in the center of a large group of vampires.

On the front deck of the Javelin-class gunship, the single-arm 180mm tracking rocket launcher opened fire after a brief aiming. The heavy tracking rocket roared out of the launch track, dragging a long tail flame and crashing into a Khorne Soul Grinder that was wreaking havoc in the ranks of Skeleton Warriors. After a loud bang, the half-mechanical, half-demon Chaos creation collapsed to the ground and did not move. The demon half of it turned into ashes, while the mechanical half remained.

With a loud "clang!", a skull wrapped in supernatural flames bounced off the gunboat's armor plate, creating a trail of sparks. Without giving the other side a chance to fire again, a cloud of dust exploded from the ground next to the Khorne skull cannon, and a tomb scorpion emerged from the ground, waving its huge pincers to crush the two vampires operating the skull cannon.

The sky showed four colors of red, blue, green and purple at the same time. The sudden arrival of the demon army disrupted all the tactical deployments of the Tomb Raiders. Since the demons appeared directly beside them, there was almost no complete battle line on the battlefield. The undead, the living, and the demons were completely mixed together, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

Even though Horus was less than ten meters away, Atum still took a lot of effort to get back to the battle sedan. In this close-range chaos, the skeleton warriors with low individual combat power could only be slaughtered unilaterally by the bloodletting vampires. Even the famous Ka-Sabai Bronze Armor Army could only make the casualty ratio less ugly.

Atum knew he had to do something, and he did.

“Come, come, come, come, come!” Even the roar of the Khorne army was temporarily drowned out by the roar of the Priest King at this moment: “Vile Chaos! Low-class scum! Die under the charge of my dump truck!”

The Construct armies of Ka-Sabai marched heavily towards Atum's location. They were unstoppable, leaving behind only scorching ashes and the impotent fury of Khorne's minions.

The chaotic battlefield was reorganized, and squadrons were freed from the chaos one after another, forming a crooked but clear battle line amid the curses of junior officers. The Nehekhara warriors formed a roughly circular formation, and the undestroyed trebuchets were repositioned in the center of the circle, throwing screaming burning skulls outside the circle.

Despite the heavy losses, the warriors of the Bronze City still gritted their teeth and cleared a piece of open space. Then, Atum opened the box brought by the school marquis, and inside were two extremely delicate-looking building models.

The priest king found the right position and threw one of the pocket fortresses out. The one-time earth control technique built into the "model" was activated, and the dry and solid ground was rippling with waves, pushing away the beings standing on it - whether they were undead or demons - without discrimination. Then, the "model" began to transform in an exquisite and complicated way. The object, which was originally only the size of a palm, turned into a square, Aurora-style fortress designed to accommodate tens of thousands of warriors in the time it took to take a deep breath.

In order from weak to strong, first came the Skeleton Warriors, Skeleton Archers and other troops, followed by the Tomb Guardians, and finally the Constructs. While dealing with the continuous influx of demons, Ka-Sabai's legion entered the fortress in batches and quickly deployed defenses.

The fortress itself was designed to accommodate tens of thousands of defenders. Even after suffering considerable losses, Atum's army still exceeded the upper limit of its capacity. Fortunately, the so-called "tens of thousands of people" refers to the standard for long-term garrison. If it is only a short-term garrison, Atum may even have enough capacity to accommodate some troops from other Tomb Kings.

After much effort, the battle returned to the familiar rhythm of the Nehekhara people. Several lich priests who knew light magic assisted the high priest Imhotun in casting a spell, propping up a barrier emitting gentle white light to prevent the demons from descending directly into the fortress. In addition, the firepower of the skull cannon was not enough to shake the city wall that was specially blessed by a Taoist priest when it was built. After several attempts, the demon army could only send out flying units.

Angry demons and carrion vultures fought back and forth at low altitude. Bone giants holding desert bows lined up in a row, and the bloodthirsty demons flapping their wings met their eternal death before they landed, covered in giant arrows and extremely unwilling.

However, the withdrawal of the Great Demon did not mean the defeat of the Khorne army, because there were more than one kind of Great Demon appearing on the battlefield at this time, and more than one of each kind.

Eight bloodthirsty demons, nine ever-changing demons, seven unclean ones, six keepers of secrets, and multiple great demons led their respective armies to descend here. For mortals, just witnessing these demons would cause irreversible trauma to the mind. The only thing to be thankful for is that the Great Vortex still stands on the Island of Death, and the wind of magic in the whole world is still at a relatively low ebb. It is not only extremely difficult for demons to descend into the mortal world, but their strength will also be severely weakened.

Horus was carrying Atum on his back, charging across the battlefield. The priest king had just swung his sword to chop down an angry demon that flew from nowhere when he felt his mount hit something and could vaguely see a glimpse of blue from the corner of his eye.

"Nah? Horus, did you step on something strange?" Atum stuck his head out from behind the war sedan and looked around below: "Wow? A hard bird's beak pierced your claws. Of course, everything is going according to plan, right?"

After saying this, the priest king just raised his head and saw a great unclean one rushing towards him enthusiastically.

"Hey! Don't come over here!" Atum, who had never been moved even when facing the most terrifying enemy, ordered Horus to run away in panic: "Someone, save me! There's a piece of shit trying to hit my teeth!"

The huge War Sphinx then changed direction and charged forward. The Great Unclean One was still chasing behind, but unfortunately the Nurgle faction was never known for its speed, and in the end it could only watch in disappointment as the other party ran further and further away, trampling several low-level demons to death along the way.

When Atum returned to the fortress after killing a lot of people, he found that Settra had also come. The Immortal Emperor was driving his chariot of the gods, and there were no other Tomb Kings around him, only Nekaf and some Tomb Guards.

"Atum," Khemrikala spoke first, "how is the situation ahead?"

“Not good,” Atum said as he lowered the ladder and swiftly climbed down from the war sedan. “The floating city is now full of demons… To be more precise, this thing is almost turning into a demon. The power of chaos is corrupting it. I tried to charge once, but I can only say that I don’t have much hope.”

“These howling jackals are at their wits’ end,” Settra said. “You have noticed, too, that for every great daemon we banish, a new one is brought forth. The battle lines are now at a standstill.”

Atum nodded. This was the fundamental reason why he gave up the attack. If it was just a matter of disgusting, he was not completely invincible. The problem was that although the combat power of these big demons was not so strong that he could not deal with them, they were infinitely replenished. If not, he would have already concentrated all his constructs and penetrated the demons' positions in one go.

Do we really have to keep fighting the demons, relying on the unlimited resurrection of the undead to block the demon army here until the dog pack leader is free? No, Atum immediately realized that this approach was not feasible. The lich priest's spellcasting ability is not unlimited, and the demons are not fools, they will definitely eliminate their own spellcasting units in a targeted manner.

After thinking about it for a long time, Atum, who couldn't think of a way to break the deadlock, shook his head in annoyance. As a result, he caught a glimpse of the school marquis who was responsible for delivering the pocket fortress standing not far away, holding a roll of medical bandage to bandage Ian's wound.

"...Why haven't they left yet?" asked the Priest King in confusion.

"Their ship was attacked when it was leaving, and it seems that an important structure was damaged," Suseb replied. "They told me that it is almost impossible for them to repair their ship given the conditions here. They can only wait for follow-up support."

Atum frowned, and he vaguely felt that he seemed to have grasped some kind of inspiration. Seeing him scratching his head, someone next to him wanted to ask, but was immediately stopped by Setra.

"Call them over." said Atum.

The group of people who were supposed to leave were brought over. Atum counted them and was surprised to find that although many people were injured, miraculously, none of them were missing, not even seriously injured.

"Which structure of the gunboat is broken?" asked the Priest King in his true native language.

"Your Excellency," the Captain replied, crossing his arms, "one of the storm engines was damaged and cannot be repaired. The others are minor problems that look serious but are actually not a big deal. They won't be a big deal if they are left alone."

"What about the tracking rocket?" Atum asked. "Is it still functional?"

"Well... that's fine," said the school marquis, "but what good can it do by itself?"

"It's useful, how can it not be useful?" Atum took off the bronze helmet carved into the shape of a roaring lion, threw it to Susayb, and signaled his men to take off his armor: "It's fine as long as it works, and then it's up to me!"

……

Carlos looked at his own masterpiece with satisfaction.

Undoubtedly, its plan had succeeded. The magic treasures accumulated in the floating city for thousands of years were indeed an astonishing wealth, but unfortunately no one had the opportunity to enjoy it: Carlos, whose two heads could see the past and the future respectively, knew that these mortals who had been deceived by him could not stop the army of the ancient tomb for an hour.

Thus, except for a few things that were still useful in Tzeentch's grand plan, the Chief Lord of Change sacrificed all the magical treasures to the Chaos Realm itself without a care.

By using this extremely wasteful method, Carlos compressed the magic ritual that would have taken an hour to complete into one minute. The gates of hell were already open, and although the Nehekhara people were still fighting hard and the battle seemed to be at a stalemate, the Weaver of Fate knew that all this was meaningless.

Sooner or later, the army of the ancient tombs will be crushed by the endless army of demons. The failure of mortals has long been doomed. No matter how these poor little bugs struggle, at most they can only postpone the doomed destruction for a while. When the killer whale god finally frees up his hands, he will find that everything is irreversible.

A permanent rift is certainly a commendable victory, but Tzeentch wants more than just this little achievement. The Lord of Change's plans are always linked and intertwined, and a temporary failure will lead to greater success elsewhere. As He often said, this is also part of the plan... huh? ?

"Was there any sound?" asked one of Carlos' heads.

"I didn't hear anything." Carlos' other head replied immediately.

Then the two heads of the great demon raised up at the same time. The head that could see the past saw itself casting a spell to guide the wind of magic; the head that could see the future saw a scarlet sword light splitting the gate of hell.

Carlos couldn't understand what he saw at all. Just as the Fate Weaver was in doubt, it heard the previous sound more clearly: a sharp whistling sound that was getting closer and closer.

【retreat. 】

The voice of the Lord of Change appeared in the Great Demon's mind. At that moment, countless thoughts were running through Carlos's two heads at the same time, but his actions did not hesitate at all.

Carlos, who was weak by the standards of the great demon, took a step forward without hesitation and crossed a certain boundary. His figure disappeared from the mortal world, passed through the invisible and visible gate of hell, and returned to the crystal maze of Tzeentch.

When Carlos left, it also gave up control of the Hell Gate. In response, another Destroyer immediately took over the Hell Gate, even though it was clear that Tzeentch's abnormal behavior must be a trap.

In the sky above the battlefield, the dazzling blue gradually dimmed, while the red became hotter and deeper. The Tzeentch demons present became weaker, and even the chirping and evil laughter of the Horrors became much quieter; and the Khorne demons clearly felt the gaze of the Axe Father, and their strength and anger increased exponentially!

In the center of the floating city, the air in front of the city hall was rippling. When this fluctuation reached a certain point, Angras, the chief bloodthirsty demon of Khorne and the most favored by the Blood God, the "Unbound" descended.

If measured in mortal time, all of the above happened within eight seconds. Angras raised his axe and whip, and roared an angry roar that literally resounded throughout the battlefield. Before the sound faded, and before the chief bloodthirsty devil began to select a suitable target as the first blood offered to the Blood God, the whistling sound that Carlos heard before finally approached the floating city.

It was a 180mm heavy-duty tracking rocket produced by the rocket branch of the Xuanshui Arsenal. Tied to the short and thick body of the rocket was a mummy that had been stripped of all its equipment and accessories, leaving only a dry body wrapped in bandages.

"I am the blazing sun in the desert!"

It looked like a mummy carrying a rocket on its back, loudly announcing its arrival to the endless tide of demons below.

"I am the lava in that volcano!"

The braking fins at the tail of the tracking rocket twisted and began to fall according to the pre-set trajectory. The air washed over Atum's face like a tangible object. If he were a living person, he would probably not be able to open his eyes by now.

"I am the nightmare in that dark night!"

Atum pulled off the knot tied to his chest and let his body obey the call of gravity and separate from the missile. The tracking rocket passed over the city hall and finally exploded in a group of Nurglings.

"Now stand still, shit will go west!"

Something seemed to be ignited in the mummy's dry chest. A scalding light, like molten iron, bloomed from the inside of the body, and then quickly flowed to the limbs, and then to the head. Atum's entire body began to glow. In the light, the priest king's already tall figure stretched further, turning into a three-meter-tall stature.

"Your big bone is here!!"

The light faded, and the dryness and withering disappeared like a phantom. A platinum-colored figure with an eagle's head and a human body stood in place, with its metal wings folded neatly behind it, and the golden spear in its hand emitting light from the sun.

The light burned Angras, and the chief bloodthirsty demon roared and rushed forward, then flew back at an even faster speed, crashing through more than a dozen walls before he could barely stop.

Atum didn't say anything. He lowered his body slightly, then exerted force with his legs and wings at the same time. With a sharp sonic boom, Angras, who was trying to stand up, was pushed back. The big demon was about to roar, but a big fist hit its face. The flesh made of evil ether rippled, and several teeth covered with blood and saliva flew out.

"Why are you yelling so loudly!" While speaking, Atum raised his left hand and grasped Angras's right wrist to prevent the demon from swinging his barbed whip. He then held the spear shaft with his right hand and thrust it down. The smooth tip of the spear swung away the axe and pierced through the demon's left shoulder, cutting off the entire hand with a slight pull.

The priest king retracted his spear and used his left hand to crush Angras's right wrist. He hit the big demon again with a big punch, and hit the same spot. Angras roared and hit with his only remaining right hand, his palm drooping limply. Atum raised his left hand to block the blow, and stabbed the big demon's other hand horizontally with the spear in his right hand.

Just as Atum was distracted by the remaining time of his transformation and preparing to deal the final blow to Angras, Khorne on the brass throne roared and swung his sword. The scarlet sword light shattered the gate of hell, and the artificially created strong magic wind environment collapsed in the blink of an eye. Angras, who was still roaring and struggling, and the other demons present, faded away at the same time.

The golden spear thrust out at the fastest speed, but it was still a step too late. The tip of the spear pierced through the air and pierced into the stone slab. Atum stared at the floor in front of him for a long time, and then he let out a roar full of true emotion:

"My points, my kid, my tribe, my big bang bang!!"

(End of Volume 5)

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Volume 6: Dragon Princess' Light

Chapter 442: Marriage

June 2504, 6 Imperial Calendar, Altdorf, Imperial Palace, People's Hall.

This meeting, which will decide the fate of the Empire and even the entire Old World, has been going on for an hour. First, the ten electors, then the five general ticket holders, including four religious leaders and the halfling representative of the Mutt Territory, and fifteen big men who have the right to vote in the election of the Imperial Emperor expressed their opinions one after another. Their words were either solemn and cautious or passionate.

The last person to come on stage was An Jiyue. She attended the meeting as the plenipotentiary envoy of the Heavenly Court and explained the concept, purpose, organizational structure and operation of NATO to the fifteen ticket holders, and emphasized what the Empire would have to pay and what it would gain if it joined NATO. It is worth mentioning that the real envoy of the Heavenly Court, Dragon Cultivation Queen Bing Ruomei, was also present.

The Bing family's eldest lady came here on a transport boat that regularly travels between Xuanshui and Marienburg. Although Bing Ruomei herself did not think it was necessary for her to attend this meeting, in order to deepen mutual trust with the Zhendan Celestial Empire, An Jiyue believed that she needed to understand some details of the establishment of NATO and speak on behalf of the Celestial Court.

After the Jiedushi introduced NATO, the meeting process reserved half an hour for ticket holders to make further inquiries. This process went smoothly, mainly because Karl Franz, as the emperor, had communicated with each major leader one by one before today's meeting, and all aspects had been coordinated.

The only twist in the Q&A session came from Helmut Feuerbach, the Elector of Talabek. This Elector, who was known for his bad personality and poor popularity, did not directly question whether the Empire would join NATO because Karl had communicated with him in advance. Instead, he suddenly nagged about An Jiyue's identity as a spellcaster, saying that witches were untrustworthy, and that the Cathay Dynasty, which allowed a witch to hold a high position, was even more untrustworthy.

The governor didn't waste time talking to this person, and announced on the spot that Nishikori Shigeru was his personal champion, and asked to duel with this person. Before Carl could come out to smooth things over, many people present began to make a noise, and the Elector of Ivy, the "Mad Count" Marius Redolf, was the one who shouted the loudest... The hot-tempered Helmut naturally couldn't refuse, so he was beaten up by the deputy captain of the Jinyiwei, and his whole face was swollen.

After this farce was over, the real highlight finally came: Karl, who kept a polite smile throughout, and Boris, who had a sullen face throughout, stood in the center of the People's Hall and announced in front of a small group of the most powerful people in the empire that the Holswig-Schlistein family would marry the Todbringer family.

The Wolf Lord's only remaining child, and also his only legitimate son, Stefan, will marry the Emperor's daughter. The two most powerful provinces of the empire will form a political alliance through this marriage. Afterwards, the expressionless High Priest Wokma and the Great Emir Ulrik, whose expression was even uglier than Boris', blessed the marriage in the name of the gods they served, even though Stefan was actually only one year younger than Carl and had a bad reputation in the past.

"In this way, the problems we were worried about before are solved. The empire will have a unified voice when dealing with the outside world," An Jiyue, who was sitting on a chair, said to Ewen, who was sitting next to her, while admiring the extremely surprised expressions of the bigwigs around her, "This is not just an alliance between two provinces. In essence, it is a reconciliation between the Sigmar Cult and the Ulric Cult. With Reikland, Middenland, and your Westland, the emperor can finally represent this country."

"The affairs of the Empire are so damn troublesome," the Knight Princess said without blinking, "I often think that it would be better to simply announce the abolition of the electoral system and then start over again. This thing is too deceptive for a country."

"If you want to blame someone, blame Sigmar. It's his fault that he has no offspring," the governor said. "If he hadn't been so desperate and had quickly found a suitable new wife to have a litter of children after Ravenna's death, the empire wouldn't have adopted this system. Being loyal is a virtue for a man, but as an emperor, Sigmar was a bit emotional in this matter."

"Alas... the electoral system has existed for so many years that it has long become an ancestral law. Unless there is a civil war, this thing cannot be changed, not even by Sigmar himself," Evelyn said, glancing at Carl. "Now we have the great enemy Chaos pressing us, and all contradictions must give way to the crisis of world destruction. When we overturn Chaos in the future, will the internal contradictions of the empire erupt at once?"

"Civil war is civil war, it's not like we haven't fought before. The Three Emperors Era lasted for thousands of years, and the Empire still managed to survive," An Jiyue said nonchalantly, "and don't just focus on the Empire. Even if the Empire wants a civil war, it will be after we win the End of Time, and Bretonnia's civil war is already underway."

Bing Ruomei, who was sitting on the other side of An Jiyue, looked at the two men with hesitation. The Jiedushi and the Elector spoke their native language, but it was a pity that Xiuyan Qing would rather not understand.

"Regarding this matter..." Evelyn's expression was somewhat sad. "Lauren wrote me a letter."

"I remember that he seemed to have known the 'truth' spread by the Inner Ring? He was still able to write to you under such circumstances. I think his mood must have been quite complicated when he picked up the pen," An Jiyue raised her eyebrows. "What did he say in the letter?"

"He asked me if all this was true? And I couldn't answer," Evelyn replied.

The voices in the People's Hall suddenly rose, and this sudden marriage left everyone with a lot of questions that needed to be answered. Looking in the direction where the crowd was gathering, the Knight saw Karl standing in the center of the crowd, talking to everyone in polite but powerful terms; Boris stood next to the emperor, talking to Big Yurik in a casual manner.

"The Empire's problems must not explode now, but it would be best for Bretonnia to show its hand now. Ever since the incident in the South, our fleet has been tied down, which seriously hinders our ability to interfere with the overall situation," An Jiyue said as he pondered the situation. "Whether in terms of geopolitical environment or other aspects, Bretonnia belongs to the rear area of ​​the Old World. It is fully capable of becoming a dual power in agriculture and industry, provided that its extremely backward system must be reshaped."