"Speaking, he shook his whole body, scattering the dried blood clots on his armor one by one: 'These Northern Men and monsters aren't too bright, but I promise there's enough brain matter to give you a bath.'"

Constantine's expression of amusement turned serious again: "It seems you have gone through a severe trial of luring the enemy... What is the situation now?"

Fastrick solemnly introduced to Su Li: "Lord, the Monster Legion is approaching at an astonishing speed, they are all followers of the Blood God Khorne. Khorne's tactical philosophy is simple and direct, believing that overly complex arrangements increase the probability of failure, so they advance unbelievably fast. Our knights are all injured and cannot escape their Chaos Warhounds and Bloodsucker Cavalry. Perhaps it won't be long before they charge over."

Listening to Fastrick's introduction, everyone on the cliff was particularly solemn, the pressure immense.

The Blood God Khorne, the most brutal and destruction-obsessed god in this world.

This Evil God represents an uncontrollable belligerence, mindless madness, and a battlefield submerged in a rolling sea of blood.

His followers have an insatiable thirst for blood, and anyone who slays in his name shall earn his favor. Khorne's brutality and rage do not change regardless of friend or foe. He watches every massacre and atrocity with joy.

It is said that when he hears his horn resounding across the Chaos Wasteland, a more frenzied rage erupts in his heart. During the heights of destruction and slaughter, Khorne's roar can echo throughout the wasteland, driving anyone who hears it into eternal madness.

Thus, he is the most enthusiastic among the Evil Gods in inciting war, relentlessly urging his followers to launch siege after siege on the cities, towns, and villages of the Empire.

The wish of the Blood God is none other than to see the world forever engulfed in disorder and war, for the seas to be replaced by blood, and the mountains overshadowed by monuments of skulls, thereby magnifying his renown.

Although Khorne lacks long-term plans and strategic foresight, he often demonstrates miracles to his followers, teaching them how to build powerful war machines, making an army of the Blood God one of the toughest and most terrifying armies.

While Su Li and the others were conversing, Hilude's voice sounded: "They're here!"

With Hilude's voice, everyone looked towards the horizon, as if blood gushing from a cut artery, Khorne's Demon Army surged in mercilessly. Along their path, the shrill horn sounds, roaring battle cries, and shouted commands drenched the battlefield in a crimson hell.

At the forefront of the legion were numerous menacing Chaos Warhounds and Blood and Flesh Hounds, these fierce beasts boasting iron jaws, thick blood-red skin, and sharp claws, definite formidable opponents for any mortal warrior. Once they catch a whiff of prey, they relentlessly and stubbornly pursue it, their massive roars sending chills down the spine.

The main force of the legion consisted of numerous Bloodletting Demons racing forward, their long poisonous tongues slathered in fresh blood, cruel eyes glittering, the wicked Blades of Hell held high.

Alongside them were numerous Chaos Warriors of the Blood God, clad in blood-red plate armor, donning enormous iron-horned helmets, each adorned with human skulls.

Outside of these main forces, there were numerous Beastman followers, who called themselves the Sons of Chaos. Whenever a Chaos Legion appeared, they eagerly followed the demons, partaking in the plundering and slaughter of humans.

Yet even such a vast army couldn't overshadow the dreadful prowess of the Divine Chosen Demon, Skaven Blood Fury.

This monster, shrouded in blood and fire, with a body over thirty meters tall, loomed like a small mountain, dominating an entire battlefield!

Beneath its feet, the blood-drenched army turned the entire world into an apocalyptic crimson, the densely packed formations making its silhouette even more terrifying!

This is the enormous demon chosen by Khorne; everyone on the battlefield saw a massive shadow enveloping it—bathed in blood and fire, the demon clutched a War Axe bound with massive chains, exactly as Khorne desired it to be.

Only by facing such a Divine Chosen Level monstrous entity can one feel the immense pressure comparable to that of a Giant Dragon.

Su Li took a deep, cold breath and asked Mudalin beside him: "My friend, do you have the confidence to stop the advance of this terrifying demon?"

Even the proud Dwarves dared not guarantee victory at such a moment. Mudalin raised his sharp War Axe single-handedly, mounted a Combat Ram, and replied loudly: "Dwarves never fear a glorious death, we shall sacrifice ourselves relentlessly to banish this demon! My friend, the tactical command is yours."

With those words, he galloped down from the cliff on his ram, arriving before the Dwarven formations.

Facing the surging wave of monsters, Mudalin's voice was as stirring as war drums, resonating in the heart of every Dwarf. His eyes burned with an unyielding fire, reflecting the Dwarf Race's yearning for glory and courage.

"Noble sons of Gronni, our ancestors left countless legends on this land, forging our glory with iron and fire. Today, we shall write history once more, with our axes and bravery, let these demons know the fury of the Dwarves must not be underestimated!"

Mudalin's voice echoed through the valley, motivating every Dwarf Warrior. He brandished his War Axe, pointing towards the enemy ahead: "Look at those hideous monsters, they think numbers can overwhelm us, that our homeland can be easily trampled. But they are wrong! We Dwarves are sons of the mountains, brothers of steel; our will is harder than the toughest ore!"

The Dwarves let out a thunderous war cry, their eyes alight with the spark of battle, weapons held tight as they prepared to meet the approaching fight.

We shall use our Shield Wall to build an impregnable defense! With our War Axes, we will tear through their flesh! With our fury, we will burn away their fear!" Mudalin's words were like a fiery drink, boiling the blood of every Dwarf Warrior.

"Do not fear sacrifice, because every sacrifice will be remembered, every fall will be a step towards victory. We do not fight for death, but for survival, for glory, for our homeland, and our people!"

With Mudalin's rallying call, the Dwarves quickly formed into orderly ranks, shields touching shields, creating an impregnable line of defense. Their War Axes gleamed with a cold light in the sunlight, ready for the impending impact.

"For Gronni! For the Dwarves! For glory!" Mudalin raised his War Axe high, issuing the final battle call.

"For Gronni! For the Dwarves! For glory!" The Dwarves responded in unison, their voices like thunder, shaking the entire battlefield.

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