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The homeland is no more, and the sole survivor of the Anar family has been reborn.

Torturing every Druchi to death is Aris' only goal for the rest of his life.

The Shadow King constantly mobilizes shadow warriors, these Druchi orphans raised by him, to cause turmoil in the northern continent in order to avenge family hatred and national hatred.

They consider themselves Assur.

The Midnight Stone hid Aris in the shadows. Holding the Bow of the Moon and wearing the crown of Nagaryth, the Shadow King boarded the ship to Ulthuan.

This avenger, whom Druchi did not dare to call by his first name, was going to get involved in the storm of the vast ocean.

Hesiota, the stargazing room at the top of the Pyramid of the Southern Sky Stars.

Lord Mazdamudi opened his eyes again, and the anger of being continuously disturbed caused waves in Slan's indifferent thinking.

How dare the hot-blooded and filthy undead get their hands on the Star Engine of the Old Ones!

The Skink Priests approached the Demon Toad in fear. They had never seen the Lord of the Sun City so out of sorts.

Mazdamudi underestimated the desire of the inferior races for the ancient holy artifacts. He did not expect that in just a few months, nearly ten million young creatures would gather around the storm.

This is blasphemy against the ancient saints!

They have strayed from the ways of the Old Ones and have no place in the grand scheme of things!

Awaken the descendants of Zongqi and add sacred weapons to them!

The oldest Skink Priest has never received such a clear order. This is the first time in centuries that the Lord of the Sun City has issued a supreme order.

The Skink Priests performed their respective duties and issued the highest priority orders to all levels.

In the sacred hatching atoll of Hesiota, the caretakers poured the water god Zongqi's sacred bait into the hatching tank in preparation for a rare directional hatching.

Ten thousand Thoros larvae are slowly taking shape in the incubation tank, and Stink has prepared magic equipment for them.

In the pool of the stargazing room, Lord Mazdamudi pondered quietly.

This hatching has used up all the grace left by Zong Qi, but their number is far from enough to kill all the young creatures who desecrated the ancient holy engine.

This is an army destined to suffer heavy losses.

They will be beside the Engine of the Old Ones, awakening the awe of the young races with their slaughter.

A suitable corps commander must be chosen, as this operation is a life-or-death operation and only the most tenacious individuals can succeed.

The Lord of the Sun City started thinking, but found that Hesiota did not have a suitable leader, and the powerful warriors were all performing their own tasks.

Mazdamudi's will wandered through the rainforest, eventually finding a suitable target.

But that's not its subordinate.

The second-generation Slann scanned the rainforest, trying to find the remains of its mentor, getting a hint from Lord Croka.

That special infant spirit is closely related to the ancient saint Ashoranka, and it must be treated with caution.

In the Isthmus of Lustria, the dwarves greeted the dawn with low spirits.

Looking at the greenskin corpses everywhere, Sorian banged his armor, trying to attract the enemy so that he could help him wake up.

Unfortunately, all those who should have come have already been killed.

After Teclis set the corpse on fire, Lynch set off again.

The lizard figure never tires and is always on alert.

They encountered another dozen hot-blooded adventure teams, most of whom were Norscans.

This is not normal, this place is far away from Skogi and closer to the Reaver Port.

Reaver Harbor is more of a mixed race than a large population of Norscans.

While marching, Lynch could occasionally see hot-blooded expedition teams exchanging fire with each other in the jungle.

The civilized people armed with crossbows and the Norscan barbarians who used various bunkers to get close to the enemy suffered a bloody blow.

This phenomenon becomes more common the closer you get to Reaver Port.

It was another boring day on the road, and the civil war was raging. The only people who really fought against Lynch were a few waves of greenskins.

It was like this for the next three days, and it wasn't until the seventh day that I saw a turning point.

There were more pirates and Norscan barbarians fighting, and Lynch found traces of the plague on some Norscans.

Moreover, these Norscans believed in the God of the Mountains.

The plague on the corpse is not a terrible disease, just some kind of small flu.

Lynch was more interested in the god of the mountains.

In the vast ocean, on the deck of the merchant ship White Dove.

The servants of Eugen Mor burned the bodies of the deceased and prayed for them.

The crew hid and watched from a distance. No one wanted to stay with a diseased corpse. It was better to let Pastor Moore do such a terrible act.

For Reverend More is as unlucky as a corpse.

Ignorant sailors cannot tell the difference between a seer and a mortician. To them, as long as they wear the holy symbol of Mor, they are the priests of Mor, the god of the dead.

Eugen liked their silliness, which kept him from having to worry about his identity being revealed.

Human beings are extremely xenophobic, and few people in the empire are willing to accept the followers of alien gods.

Fortunately, there are no witch hunters on the White Dove. Those annoying lunatics are everywhere looking for trouble for heretics.

Even gods such as Maul, Ulric, and Tal, who are also legally worshiped by the empire, will be treated differently by Sigmar's fanatics.

This may involve high-level political struggles. These ancient gods have a large number of followers and knights.

No lord likes others to interfere with his territory, let alone in the name of faith.

You know, the bishop of More can ask the Knights of More to come and protect him.

The great mentors of the Knights are happy to develop the power of the Knights in more territories.

This is profitable. How many warriors are there who truly fight for their beliefs?

Just like the divine revelation conveyed by the Gatekeeper this time, as far as Eugen knows, no knights have organized an army for this purpose.

Who would go to sea to fight to the death with the legendary Dread Fleet?

The curse of the sea prevents all human residents along the coast from mentioning the count. Only the bravest and most devout warriors dare to ignore the terrible name of the Dread Fleet and bleed for Maul.

But what's the benefit of defeating that count?

The Knights will not gain any benefits, they will only lose their strength, and there is a high probability that the entire army will be annihilated at sea.

This is a sad reality.

More's church lacked cohesion, a flaw amplified by fragmented bishops.

Fortunately, Eugen was not a true follower of More.

What does it matter if More disappears? Eugen is an oracle whose power comes from the remnants of the Old Ones and the Slann.

Although Slann probably wouldn't care about him as a hot-blooded one, Lustria has more experienced and powerful cold-blooded oracles.

If there were any witch hunters watching, Eugen would probably shed a few tears for Maul's death.

When the time comes, Eugen can switch to Mermitia, and his hometown is in Tilia.

The Goddess of Mercy is also a good choice. It just so happens that Priest Moore's books contain a lot of relevant information about Priest Sharya.

Eugen only needs to change his outfit to be a decent priest of Sharya.

Eugen had to thank More for his tolerance. His disrespectful thoughts did not bring about divine punishment. More was an indifferent and just god, and He didn't care.