"No! My Elector!"

"Damn traitor!"

The desperate roars of the Teutonic guards echoed in the long corridor.

"Do you feel pain, my beloved Lord Elector?" Luigi's voice sounded long and never stopped, "The venom on the dagger is a masterpiece of my exhaustive efforts. I call it 'white'."

Wolf's Sorrow'."

The excruciating pain forced the White Wolf Elector to bend his torso. He turned sideways, pressed the bleeding wound on his left chest with one hand, and took off the dagger hanging on the wall. He woke up and understood everything.

, at this moment Boris's heart was extremely dark, and he asked with a ferocious expression: "Where is my daughter?! Where is Silina! Annika, you bastard traitor!"

"Shhh" the court physician raised a finger and said in a comforting tone: "Don't move, Lord Elector, even though you have legendary level strength, your strength at the moment is not even as good as your poor eldest son Candido Todeb.

Ringer, for a terminally ill, half-dead man like him, every cough indicates a step closer to the cemetery."

"My son. Luigi, you!!!"

Perhaps it was the effect of the poison, or perhaps the anger that struck his heart, a stream of blood flowed from the corner of Boris's mouth.

The faceless changeling did not give him a chance to continue speaking. He picked up the fish bone dagger and rushed forward quickly. Time was running out. As long as the White Wolf Elector died, the forces of the Midden Territory would be completely reshuffled.

The Teutonic guards were unable to support their elector, so the court physician holding a sickle in his hand laughed loudly and kept swinging the sickle, blow after blow, restraining the Teutonic guards without giving them any space.

Boris gritted his teeth and tried to attack. The changeling easily deflected Boris's dagger with a single challenge. It spread out its crow feathers and stunned Boris's consciousness. The next second, the dagger exuding a dark atmosphere came directly from here.

The white wolf elector's shoulder blade penetrates.

The Lord of Middenheim fell to the ground helplessly, and the great pain made him scream, but the changeling did not say a word. It pulled out the fishbone dagger from the wound, and pressed it tightly with a deformed claw like a bird.

The White Wolf captured the head of the Elector, making him unable to move. The sharp dagger pressed against Boris's neck, oozing out a few strands of blood. His silent indifference was the greatest insult and ridicule to the Elector's bodyguards.

The strong wind stirred in the corridor, and a figure hidden in the darkness rushed out. The crisp knock of the trigger was particularly harsh. In the darkness, two bright flames brought a flash of light, which also illuminated that cold face.

, "Poof! Poof!"

Two silver-plated projectiles penetrated into the body of the changeling. Under the violent effect of the black gunpowder, they blasted away a large pool of flesh. The slender silver sword in Yurika's hand drew a dangerous arc at the demon's vulnerable spot.

, the cold female voice brought the judgment: "Prosecution!"

The powerful projectiles knocked the change spirit back a few steps, but the silver-plated projectiles of the witch hunter only restrained the vampires and did not cause significant damage to the demons.

The change spirit with white smoke rising from its body gave up its last attack on the Elector, and turned to the Witch Hunter. In the sound of metal cutting and the silent duel, the Witch Hunter's silver sword struck straight down, "Demon

, leave this country forever and suffer eternal damnation!”

In the first confrontation, Yurika's slender body jumped up and fell to one side. She was unscathed. The changeling, blessed by the effect of Accusation, slowly took a few steps forward. Her frail body was covered in crow feathers from her shoulder blades to her shoulders.

It cracked to the crotch and fell to the ground softly.

"Changeling, I should have thought of it earlier." Her crimson eyes glanced at the faceless demon. Eureka's tight-fitting white top and black slender breeches allowed her to move freely. Her face was as deep as water, and the silver sword in her hand was fluttering.

He lowered his body and said, "Elector, I will take you out of here."

The White Wolf Elector, who was as angry as a gossamer and with blurred eyes, turned pale, and the poison was destroying his body unscrupulously, taking away Boris's vitality. The originally tough man with an iron face was constantly twisting and twitching at this moment, and he was in great pain.

.

"Ah!" At the end of the corridor, the blasphemous power of the giant scythe finally severely wounded the last Teutonic guard. The scythe blessed by Chaos penetrated the black mithril plate armor, and bright red blood shot out. The Teutonic guard groaned.

With a sound, he tried to thrust his sword, but the sword light successfully cut through Luigi's robe hanging from the sleeves.

The Teutonic guard also suffered a heavy blow and flew backwards, directly hitting the giant framed painting in the corridor. The iron chandelier that fell off the wall hit his head, making the sound of heavy objects hitting metal.

There was the sound of bones breaking, and gurgling blood mixed with white brain matter flowed all over the place from the forehead of the Teutonic guard's helmet.

"I can't move, miss, leave. This is my destiny. My lord, I atone for my sins to you." Boris lost all his strength, and his hands and feet began to become cold. He tried to hold up his body, feeling pain in his internal organs.

He almost fainted: "Leave quickly, leave"

As soon as the weak words fell, Boris closed his eyes silently. No matter how strong of a tough guy he was, he could not withstand the double collapse of his mind and body.

Seeing the pain of Elector Boris, Luigi was very satisfied. The court physician Luigi dragged the sickle blade backwards with his backhand, and the rotten iron made an ear-piercing noise on the ground. Lady Annika was not in a hurry, and neither was he. This trip

The purpose is to test the masterpiece that has been developed for several years.

He is just a witch hunter, and is not much of a threat to him.

As long as Luigi wanted to, he could have fought his way out of the chaotic banquet hall, and at most he would have lost a few precious specimens that he had raised for many years.

"My husband Boris Todbringer, the most noble and noble Elector of Midden, who is above all others, is about to die in pain, and you, the beautiful and unfortunate lady, may be one step ahead of him.

Ahead." The sound of high-heeled shoes hitting the ground came from the other end of the corridor. Mrs. Annika smiled and said: "Witch hunter, I know that you lit the flames of the noble manor, and you also killed the guards.

His sword skills are good and he can kill with one blow."

Eureka took out a bottle of detoxification potion and a small bottle of holy water. She pried open the mouth of the unconscious elector and drank the potion. The detoxification had no effect, but it could delay it for a few minutes, and the holy water was applied to Boris's face.

At the wound, under the violent reaction of Chaos Corruption, the rotten flesh on the Elector's chest emitted a foul smell of burnt rot.

After doing this, whether Boris can survive is no longer a matter of mortal intervention. Everything depends on the arrangement of the Wolf God for him.

The witch hunter stood up silently, with a thin sword in one hand and a short blazing gun in the other. Her crimson eyes looked directly at the traitor in front of her, with a touch of contempt on her face: "With you as my opponent, I can do better.

"

"Haha~~ I like your voice, your beauty, and your character, Miss Witch Hunter." Mrs. Annika smiled charmingly, as if she was admiring a work of art, her eyes filled with eager desire and fanaticism:

"Join us, God has given you flawless beauty, you are a natural darling, and you are qualified to be my 'companion', to experience the bliss of the Prince of Joy, lick every inch of fair skin, and train it well. We shouldn't

Enemy, my love~~~”

The Emerald Scepter of the Cult of Slaanesh, a group of degenerates pursuing beauty.

As she spoke, Mrs. Annika's delicate body suddenly changed, her figure grew taller, a huge crab claw appeared on each side of her ribs, several horns were pierced out of the flesh on her forehead, and her chest was so full that it burst her clothes.

His voice became increasingly masculine and rich, exuding a cloying fragrance: "Come on, accept my love, and let us share the joy of bliss!"

Eureka was not moved by the temptation at all. She raised her gun and pointed it at the mutated Mrs. Annika, whispering softly: "Uncle Boris, your wife is so ugly and disgusting."

"boom!"

The firecrackers spewed out thick smoke, and the fallen and the witch hunters fought together.

"Pap tap tap tap~" In White Wolf Castle, dense footsteps sounded one after another. At this time, the banquet hall was already filled with water. Most of the guests and waiters hurriedly escaped from the splendid hall, where a banquet was going on.

There was a fierce fight, and several killers appeared out of nowhere and slaughtered the guests outside. The chaos further escalated, and the chaos even tended to spread to the entire Middenheim.

White Wolf Paladin Kriel Anluoxian and Marshal Midden Heinwald temporarily took over the command responsibility. He had a warhammer in one hand and a long sword in the other. He was covered in blood. A group of swordsmen with the Sword of Ulric were obeying his command.

Manage and kill the heretics wandering around the castle.

In Middenheim at night, some Chaos sects who had already plotted evil took advantage of the night to set fire to the city. When the whole city was celebrating, the densely populated capital of Middenheim was a mixed bag of good and bad. In many dirty corners and sewers, lawless people ushered in the...

Their carnival.

The huge chaos could no longer stop. Panic and madness gradually affected the urban areas around the castle and even the entire city.

The darkness dormant under the light of the Holy City breeds more madness. Now, the Holy City drinks its own dove.

Meanwhile, the Great Temple of Ulric.

Axel Weisenberg, the grand leader of the White Wolf Knights who was awakened by his subordinates, wore mithril plate armor and came to the floating earth platform with a cold face. He looked at the fires burning everywhere in the city below his feet.

, the wolf's eyes flashed with ferocity, and he ordered angrily: "Ring the bell, White Wolf Knights, White Wolf Monks, Battle Priests, and Temple Warriors will all dispatch! Execute all those damn traitors! No one will be left alive!"

"An urgent report came from the White Wolf Castle! Your Excellency, the Grand Commander! Many Chaos Eggs and Chaos Believers appeared at the banquet, as well as the Elector and the Elector's daughter, and their lives and deaths are unknown!" Kenna Redsfield, Captain of the Red Flame Guards, held a hand in his hand

The magical message from the wizard of the Elector's court came in a hurry.

"Calling the Scarlet Flame Guards! Follow me to support White Wolf Castle, there must be no mistakes!"

"yes!"

Chaos and disorder are still spreading crazily in the city, with fights and robberies everywhere. The holy city has fallen into chaos. The city defense team has to dispatch everywhere to maintain order. More white wolf knights and wolf warriors are on the way.

Come.

The banquet hall of the Elector's Castle under chaos and darkness.

There were broken pieces of tables and chairs and dead bodies everywhere. Blood and red wine mixed with each other. As the alcohol evaporated, the scarlet and pungent smell was nauseating.

The two empty dark blue Chaos Magic Armors meant that two Chosen Warriors of Tzeentch had been exiled, and at the edge of the hall, a terrifying scream reached everyone's ears.

The Tzeentch chaos egg transformed by Baghdadi has powerful self-healing capabilities. The Teutonic guards holding blessed halberds can only confine it to a certain range for a while, but cannot kill it.

A purple-black magical light radiated from the eyes of the Chosen Warrior of Tzeentch, hitting Lelan directly. The young baron immediately dodged, and a guard behind him was hit on the spot. His flesh and blood were directly peeled off from his body, and his armor was destroyed.

It corroded into a puddle of molten iron.

The air around the dead bodies burned silently, the Chosen Warriors of Tzeentch's spells so powerful that they reduced mortals to dregs in one blow.

"Ferina's gaze!" The dark blue shield magic screen firmly protected the body of Tzeentch's chosen god. The magic of the court wizard wearing a sky blue robe disappeared like a mud cow into the sea before it touched the magic screen.

not see.

"Your Excellency Lelan, there is a shield around him. We must break the shield first!" On the other side, Von Tugenheim, the adopted son of the Elector, shouted loudly, and he quickly approached the Chosen of Tzeentch.

Warrior, the White Wolf Paladin possesses the courage of the Wolf God. He vows to throw the heads of the Chaos bastards into the eternal flame as a sacrifice to the Wolf God.

"I know!" Lailan responded loudly, fluttering the flaming sword in his hand, "Your Excellency Tugenheim, you can distract him!"

"No problem!" The adopted son of the Elector was calm and calm. He was not afraid at all. The White Wolf Paladin is a model and a role model for the White Wolf Knight. He has never escaped from a powerful enemy for thousands of years.
To be continued...