CHAPTER 203: CHAPTER 115: BRUTAL VICTORY AND MASS BREAKTHROUGHS (DOUBLE-LENGTH CHAPTER)

Yet before the dwarves could react, Skaven Blood Fury flicked his right arm, the chain behind the chain axe already entangled Mudalin. He cruelly grinned and yanked hard, pulling Mudalin into the air, then stretched out his hand to grab the dwarf commander whose blood was spurting wildly and roaring furiously.

This scene made countless dwarves’ eyes turn red, disregarding all consequences, the Mountain Shield Array attacked in full force. Countless dwarves raised their war axes and chopped towards the monster.

The Resentful Giant Crossbow Carriage and Thundering Musketeers unleashed their full firepower, and the dwarves let out furious battle cries, venting their anger at Skaven Blood Fury at all costs.

But it was all too late. Skaven Blood Fury directly grabbed the dwarf’s head, cruelly tearing it in half, savoring the aesthetics of the dwarf’s blood gushing from the severed neck.

"Ah! Bastard! I want you dead!"

"Bastard! The dwarves will fight to the death with you."

"Our blood feud is undying and unyielding with you!"

With their angry roars, all the humans were shocked to find that a black and red blood aura enveloped the dwarves, and when this blood aura gathered above the entire army formation, it turned into a dense and unwavering scene.

As they shouted their slogans of revenge, this dense blood aura gradually transformed into the visage of a Dwarf King!

This meant that this hatred had been recorded in the Book of Hatred by the king.

Hilude said in shock, "It’s the [Deep Hatred]! Mudalin’s death activated the deep hatred trait within the dwarves’ bloodline, and before the war ends, they would become exceptionally violent and bloodthirsty."

The dwarves’ hatred levels are divided into [Personal Grudge], [Deep Hatred], and [Blood Feud Awaiting Revenge].

Deep Hatred is already the second level of the dwarven revenge trait, and the honorable death of Mudalin activated the dwarves’ glory.

They launched wave after wave of staggering assaults on Khorne’s Chosen!

Under this frenzied assault, Skaven Blood Fury could hardly maintain his footing and was forced to repeatedly retreat.

What does it mean for ants to bite an elephant to death? These dwarves actually hammered and chopped, cutting off half of Skaven’s huge foot.

The bloody injuries made the fury in Skaven’s chest particularly suffocating, but there was nothing he could do. Even if he erupted in another blood rage, hacking all the dwarves within a hundred meters into fragments, he still couldn’t repel these fearless, relentless dwarves.

In this situation, Hilude had no more time to think.

Hesitation only leads to defeat; sometimes, careful planning may not compare to on-the-spot adaptability on the battlefield.

The moment required speed, to strike so swiftly that Khorne’s Chosen had no time to think and could only make hasty decisions by instinct.

So Hilude also rallied his spirit and shouted, "Sound the horn, full army assault! May the Sun Goddess bless us with a worthy death."

With the magnificent, uplifting sound of the horns echoing from all directions of the battlefield, the human knights also staked everything, knowing that not fighting desperately meant only death awaited. A full attack offered even the slightest hope.

Humans and dwarves never lacked the courage to fight to the death for victory.

The army’s Commander-in-Chief, Knight Oerstein, directly activated the Holy Relic of Glory bestowed by the Sun Goddess, the Radiance of the Scorching Sun. At this moment, this artifact lost its effect of long-range blocking, but transformed each knight’s shield into a magical weapon, shining brilliantly.

And this resplendent golden light finally instilled fear in Skaven Blood Fury.

He had already unleashed many blood rages in a short time. Even for a Divine Chosen Warrior, the ability to use Chaos powers was not limitless.

Khorne might allow him to hack more joyfully using Chaos power but would not permit him to become a mere pawn relying on Chaos power to barely survive.

The dwarves’ crossbows pierced his body, firearms shattered his defenses, golden shields blinded his eyes, and crucially, the relentless human charge forced him to stagger backward, further away from the Resentful Giant Crossbow Carriages!

This meant he no longer had any hope of victory. If he couldn’t destroy the four crossbow carriages, he was doomed to die here in battle.

The rapidly dropping bloodline and the increasingly weakening body made him doubt if he could kill 999 enemies before his death.

Even more crucial, the opponents seemed maddened, undying and unyielding!

Even if he slain 999 enemies and gained a second life, the remaining enemies would sacrifice themselves relentlessly, extinguishing his second life.

This meant that today’s battle was destined to be fatal!

The carefully chosen battlefield by the enemy caused his army to suffer complete loss. It aimed specifically at eliminating the Chaos minions that aided him, severely impacting him.

He no longer had the conviction to fight to the death, because even if he expended two lives, it was meaningless. Without felling a huge mound of skulls higher than the mountains, how could he please the Blood God?

Thus, amidst the urgent attacks from the allied forces, the dizzy Demon finally made a wrong decision; he decided on a strategic withdrawal, to leave this pre-chosen enemy battlefield swiftly, cross the ruins formed by the landslide, and rendezvous with the unengaged, untouched parts of the Demon Legion on the opposite side. He would then return to defeat these opponents, ensuring they could secure victory and gain the right to sweep the battlefield, thereby performing a blood sacrifice to the Blood God, presenting skulls as seats.

Yet he forgot an immensely crucial thing, which was something all other followers of Khorne could do without issue. Khorne is not a mindless god of hacking; in adverse situations, it also permits followers to rearrange the situation, ensuring the most enjoyable hack. Instead of being completely unable to resist in front of human cavalry, being carved away wave after wave by their charge like a fat pig.