Chapitre 371: Landfall on the Motherland
(General POV)
Location the Warhammer Old World-Kislev the Land of Oakstuun, Within the Festering Dark Woods
Prince Ivan Radinov and his army were now marching through the dark, almost dead forest, the deeper they go into the forest, the more the vile touch and stench of the Plague God was showing all around them.
With corpses used as fertilizer for fungus, many charms of rotten flesh, organs, and skull with carrion birds picking at the fly covered "wards" it was utterly revolting to them, especially the fanatical members of the Great Orthodoxy.
Ivan steadied and calmed his forces as they continue their march further in this defiled, plague-ridden land.
That's when the young prince notice how quiet it has gone, the cawing of the carrion birds has stopped, and the only sound that was with them was the deep breathing of the horses, and bears, along with their feet trekking through the snow.
Ivan instructed his forces to stop and rise arms, which they immediately organized themselves into a spear-tip formation with Ivan himself at the tip, drawing his enchanted sword the "Sword of Heroes" and reigning in his steed as the sound of snapping branches, snow crunshing, and the wet sound of mud being step on, echoing through the dark.
As several bloated and heavy green armored warriors of the Maggotkin were starting to appear from the dark of the of blighted forest.
Many Maggotkin were emerging from horrifically mutated marauders baring with pride, the symbol of the fly, armed with various plagued weapons and little armor, and plagueknights equipped with vile ritten heavy dark green armor, antler horns, armed with plagueswords, plagueaxes and more. (Basically Chaos Knights but Nurgle aligned and their spikes and horns replaced with either tentacles, or antlers)
The more armored and bloated Putrid Blightkings are enormous bloated warriors, festering with pustules and plagues, with their common weapon being a rusted greataxe and a shield resembling the Plague God's mark with a fly on the rusted copper, ahead of them all were the Lords of Blights, which are brutish and swollen Maggotkin lords, who both create and destroy, their incredibly swollen bellies of these lords, are infected and spewing maggots at an alarming rate, as their Gallowrack strapped on their backs with "Thrice-rippened Death's Heads" harvested from worthy, and healthy victims are now carried onto battle hung from said Gallowracks, which they bless to act as spewing armaments for these great warrior of decay, as these death-heads hurl diseased projectiles at their enemies.
The Lord of Blights are swollen with muscle and carry an enormous, dented Bubotic Hammer which is used to shatter bone and rupture organs, while his Vermin Shield to protect them from harm.
With some Harbingers of Decay also coming from the forest depths, mounted on their plague infested, daemonic steeds.
Carrying a massive blight-scythe eager to spill blood and carrion in the Grandfather's name, these are the mighty commanders of the Maggotkin, faithful reapers of the Priestess and their Dark God.
Then came a swarm of laughing and cheering nurglings a gift from the Grandfather himself to serve amongst the forces of Putrefaction, swarming around the feet of the Maggotkin organizing in front of the Kislevite Prince's forces.
Lastly came the Priestess herself, Yuma Trollvile, accompanied by her Rotbringer Sorcerers, the scythe-scepter wielding magic castors and basically preachers of the Grandfather's will, loyal protectors and enforcers of their Lady, as she giggled at the brazen invaders to their territory.
Gul'galg her lovely pet and hooded robe reached out with it tentacles, and handed her two of her main weapons the dark enchanted, rusted massive cleaver called the Spoiling Blade, and her short sword on her other hand the Troll Knife.
All the while Gul'galg held onto her Morana Scepter, for her with her maw hood and messy hair covering her eyes from view, she'd looked and smiled at Ivan.
With her long time hated feud with Tzarina Katarin, and her Ice Courts, she obviously knew who was standing soo defiantly in front of her, Ivan Radinov the daring prince and leader of a Gryphon Legion, and notorious adventurer and hero of the Motherland, and loyal servent and brother to the Ice Queen, as his also famous horse, Silverhoof, neighed and snorted there.
All that Yuma saw was worthy sacrifices to the Plague God, strong, vitality ridden bodies capable of hosting life anew in the Grandfather's great cycle!!!
Plus a great opportunity present itself to her and her followers, killing the Prince would mean a great blow shall be dealt to their hated enemy, and to Kislev in general!!!
So with a smile filled with sharp, jagged, yellow teeth, as she said, "This a lovely surprise, indeed!! The next sacrifice and meat for the Cauldron has come to us. And a prince on top of that? How your sister, Prince? Me and my family have been eager to lay her corpse on the ground and breed new life on the land." Yuma's taunt having been very affective, as Ivan ordered the attack, officially starting this battle to Yuma's delight.
Meanwhile in the Gulf of Kislve...
Location the Sea of Claws, Close to the Gulf of Kislve
After several days, the Living Daemon Fortress, Enzium, was close to the shoreline of the Gulf of Kislev, with the famed port city of Erengrad at the horizon.
It was once called Norvard, is the primary trading port of Kislev, Erengrad is second only to the city-state of Marienburg as a trading port for the northern Old World, and sits at the mouth of the River Lynsk.
It is the Kislevite city most likely to be visited and populated by other Old Worlders, and now it shall be the first attack in the invasion to the Motherland, since Erengrad is constantly under watch from chaotic invasion, it has become lax in said defense, since they're soo used to the usual nautical form of invasion from Norscan and Chaos Forces, that they never prepared for something like Enzium.
As the port defense started to ring the alarm, causing panic they also started firing their port-cannons at Enzium which did some miniscule amount of damage, in truth it was more annoying and irritating to Enzium than anything else.
Resurfacing slightly to buckle and roar at it's attacker, before it started to fire back with all it's arsenal.
From Khorne's skull cannons, magma catapult, along with Nurgle's deathhead launchers, and vile-throwers, as well as Laharl's own weapon added to Enzium, the raw warp-energy cannon that is within Enzium's mouth firing a devastating ray of daemonic energy at the port, but that wasn't yet everything that is apart of Enzium's arsenal.
In the time period that they've been conquering the chaotic north, Laharl and Tzeentch designed and a new tzeentchian weapon to Enzium armaments, as several eldritch towers with a torch top with a blue burning "Allseeing Eye" on top of these towers, acting as arcane/magical attack towers, shooting blue fireballs at the port.
Enzium's onslaught on Erengrad, causing great amount of destruction, as people screamed and ran away in panic, one of the magma projectiles hit one of the cannons on the port-edge, causing a huge explosion upon impact.
While attacking Enzium continued to swam closer to the land, and unloading the full might of the Dark Legion onto Erengrad.
At the top of the stairway of the side entrance of Enzium, was Ixion Daemonhart in his tzeentchian state, just as his older brothers promised Tzeentch was responsible for the conquest and downfall of the Motherland.
Awaiting for landfall, the Changer was ahead of the full massive army of the Dark Legion, with Kholek, Throgg, Harald, Yuri Godslayer, Dullahan, Skarlet, and Tai Tai Shien were right behind him, as Tzeentch made Ixion tighten the grip on the daemonic, tzeentchian state blade and the tzeentchian harbert.
Despite this being unusual for Tzeentch to leading a battle directly, but even he the God of Schemes, Complexecity, and Manipulation, he is still a Evil God of Chaos, that craves anarchy, domination, crushing those that stand against him, hence he is more than excited to kill and consume all the souls of the kislevite.
All the while the Erengrad defenders were organizing to face the incoming Chaos Forces that were about to make landfall...
Location the Land of Oakstuun, Within the Festering Dark Woods-Battlefield: Kislve vs Maggotkin
In the middle of the withering, infected forest tainted by OW-Nurgle, the two forces were fighting as Ivan's forces having a slight advantage over the Maggotkin in the terms of speed, flanking and more range options against the nurglish forces.
Ivan was clashing blades with a plagueknight their blades but the young prince, was more skilled and stronger than the nurglish knight.
Knocking back rusted greatsword of the plagueknight, allowing the prince to slash the enemy across the neck, nearly decapitating him, as blood and puss gushed out the dead plagueknight, falling back dead.
Looking around his Kossovite Dervishes, Winged Lancers, Gryphon Legion and War Bear Riders were fighting against the plague marauders, putrid blightkings and other plagueknights, then he saw Yuma Trollvile cutting down several tzar guards with fast slashes and chops from her cleaver and short sword.
All cut by her Spoiling Blade started to quickly rot and spoil extremely fast infections, as a couple of lancers and more tzar guards, so with a wicket smile of sharp-teeth, Yuma started channeling the Winds of Magic, coating her body in a bight green magical aura as her foci the Morana Scepter, was pulsing in dark and vile magical energy from it, as she started molding a massive dark green, slime and puss oozing lance of foul, nurglish magic, floating over her.
This is the [Lance of Foulness] a large lance shaped projectile, as she had Gul'galg lifted her scepter high and swung down the [Lance of Foulness] flying off incredible speed at her enemies, once the spell struck it exploded in impact against one of the lancers, blasting and coating everyone in the area in the Plague God's foulness.
They died making Yuma laugh as she started making her way onto to another group of victims, as she walked her Rotbringers and some Nurglings accompanied her to her next fight.
Ivan was enraged at the horrid fates of his men, pulling the reigns of Silverhoof, and rode straight at her with his magical sword extended, and ready to attack when a couple of Lords of Blights came to attack him.
One swung his hammer at him and his horse, which he was barely able to dodge the blow, as he pulled on Silverhoof's reigns and backed away.
Then he was reinforced by his most trusted gryphon members standing together with him, with a smirk adorning his face Ivan spun his Sword of Heroes, before pointing it straight the enemy as the Lords of Blights laughed in excitement at the bountiful harvest that was coming straight to them.
Meanwhile the nurglings were causing some mayor damage to the Kislevite Forces, as they swarmed, climbed, and relentlessly attacked the footsoldiers of the Prince's army, the Tzar Guards were being smothered by countless little nurglish daemons, struck by whiplashes from the nurglings swinging each other against them.
Any wound inflicted by these little daemons caused nauseating damage and suffering to them, and even started to cause severe fevers if not for the cold environment itself, that would cause fevers to be much more affective and devastating to those starting to get ill, from the Nurglings' scratches and attacks.
Near those fighting was their beloved Priestess, as Yuma and her Rotbringers, were combining their magical powers to open a gateway into the Garden of the Maggotking and summon something utterly vile, repugnant and glorious to this side of the world.
As Ivan and his men killed off more of the Maggotkin's stronger putrid warriors, a great foul aura stained the air, alarming the Patriarchs as they screamed to Ivan that the Maggotkin's leader was opening a portal into the Realm of the Plague God!!!
He ordered his men to regroup and focus all their attention on stopping whatever Yuma was about to summon from the realm of OW-Nurgle!!!
Bit there are a large number of nurglings, plague marauders, plagueknights, putrid blightkings, and a couple Harbingers of Decay standing in their way, as Ivan ordered the charge and his men let out a great and brave battle cry, as they rushed at the enemy, in return one of the harbingers, pointed his rusted and still sharp plague-scythe forward commanding the counter-charge.
As this battle was just starting, back in the attack on Erengrad...
Location the Port City of Erengrad
Enzium has made landfall, and destroyed all the great cannons stationed at the edge of the port, allowing Tzeentch/Ixion to lead the full might of the Dark Legion onto the city.
Many foolish men came charging at the Chosen of the Gods, only to fall victims to Tzeentch's sword & polearm cutting them down and at times Tzeentch would psychically invade their weak frail minds, utterly breaking them, causing immediate death with blood oozing down their noses, eyes, mouths, and ears, dropping dead for no reason causing great panic amongst the mortals, pleasing the Changer.
As he made Ixion's arms spread wide, and marveled at the chaos, as their warriors slaughtered everyone and looted the port city, under the command of Harald Hammerstorm who just crushed the head of great kislevite bear, then killed the beast's master with a leaping strike to the chest, all the while their daemons were hunting down all that resist or flee...
Khorne's daemons were the most brutal and bloody of course, charging straight forward, rushing pass Tzeentch/Ixion.
With the Hell Wraths causing the most damage to the buildings and everything else, rushing in and smashing their sack-bombs causing a massive hellfire explosion burning all but them to ash and rubble, the Oranggueras like the great ape Greater Daemons that they're jumped straight into the massacre, destroying everything with pure strength, powerful sonic roars, giving basic orders to the rest of the Blood God's daemons, one of the great apes grabbed a fanatical priest of the weak Bear God, rip him in half and poured the fresh blood into its mouth.
All the while Skarlet and the Blade of Khorne were causing massive damage to the defenders of Erengrad, with Skarlet's blood magik being devastating against the Kislevites for each amount of blood spilled she has more power to launch spears of blood, cause burst of blood, and more all while blood warriors, bloodreavers, and wrath knights fought alongside her, in a bloody frenzy of brutality, violence, and anarchy all while the aspiring deathbringer, Gion Bloodquenched, was massacrering all the strongest looking warriors for the Blood God, as both the Old World and Warp counterparts were pleased with the slaughter!!
OW-Khorne tried to insert his dominance and claim these new daemons and warriors for his own, but the Warblooded, Wraths, Oranggueras, and Skarlet all ignored the weaker false Blood God, as they continue fighting and massacrering their victims.
OW-Khorne grew frustrated and annoyed he'd would have pushed further in his claim, when reports of his hated enemy Slaanesh attacking one of his hidden monoliths caught his full attention, angrily he was forced to turn his gaze to other matter for now...
Laharl's daemons were slaughtering and tormenting the mortals, on the south with the Observers raining down warp-rays that destroy structures letting none hide from the rest of the Carnage Legion.
The Succubi, Hell Seductresses, and the Hell Lusts, were causing the most havoc and chaos amongst the lesser and high-daemons of the Dark One, with the she-daemons targeting the males kislevites, making them fall into their hypnotic charms all so they can enjoy their suffering and broken hearts as they killed and feast upon them, while the Lusts using the new power and appearance granted to them by their dark master, moving fast and radical across the city, their scythes have been drenched in the blood of men and maidens making them overjoyed as more souls were reaped in the name of the Dark Harbinger.
The newest Greater Daemons the shadow wraiths of the Terrorfiends, were causing greater level of damage, bending the shadows to track and attack to the fleeing people they're souls torn from their bodies along with flesh and bone, having those souls merge in the twisted mosaic of wriding souls that make up the lower body of these shadow greater daemons, and Dullahan, was commanding the rest of the carnage daemons and the newest Chaos warband of the Darkwings of Carnage, all were viciously killed and slaughtered in the Dark One's name.
Tai Tai along with the Gor Beastlord, lead the beastmen of the Dark Legion attacking the western areas of Erengrad.
Tai Tai was enjoying herself with her catsabers, were fast and cutting down everyone that ran from them, as she let her Clutter claim breeding slaves, and it seems that beastlord rival of her was thinking the same, Tai Tai jumped on a roof and pounced on a Boyar, impaling her massive claws onto his back and smashing him dead onto the ground, she was most excited to start spreading her name to gain more beastmen especially catsabers under her command in Lord Laharl Valboga's service.
Then Nurgle's daemons were destroying the eastern area, slowly spreading death and disease onto the fleeing masses.
With Nurgle's Hell Sloths, causing a lot of damage using their infectious teleports spreading airborne pathogens onto the people, while they cough and heave the Sloths swing their scythes ending their suffering, as the chained giant, floating tumors, the Sibriexes the newest Greater Daemon of Nurgle, were floating above the city with the Repulsive Khaos flying around them, shooting their rancid and poisonous attacks down at the humans, while the Sibriexes smiled their twisted wide mouth, and swung around their hooks, hooking and cutting victims while unleashing massive amount of nurglish dark magic upon Erengrad.
Throgg and his trolls, were fighting alongside the daemons of carrion, being the most resistant allowing them to fight beside the Plague Forces of mortal and daemonic alike, as they smash and eat those that weren't killed by the plague daemons.
OW-Nurgle was laughing and cheering enjoying the new daemons, and he wants them in his thrall but his calls, and influence wasn't working making the Plague God, curious about this but he trusted his champion within Ixion, the Infection Prince, will bring these new putrid daemons into his fold.
Even the newest Undivided Greater Daemons, the reaper daemons the Hell Vanguards were causing a lot of death across Erengrad, aside being only three of them in total causing mass destruction on the port city.
Teleporting and jumping through various surfaces cutting, impaling, tearing people apart with rising soul-scythe swings, and much more, as they spread out and hundred are killed by the Vanguards causing great amount of chaos in the Warp Gods' name.
Lastly his own daemons, staying beside their dark master inside his avatar, seeing all the devastation happening on the north, east, and west of Erengrad, he desided to target the south with his daemons and few mortal warriors of the Disciples.
The Decarabia were swarming ahead along with the Horrors raining down spells and flames of change onto their victims, while the Hell Prides, being numerous hacking and slashing all the tzar guards, kossars, and civilians with their scythes which not only cut, but cause random side-effects from mutations, combustion, to crystalize the wounds, Malachi, the eldritch greater daemons were unleashing their great spheres of destruction called "Nightmare" killing many, many people caught in the slow moving eldritch, magical attack.
Kholek Suneater providing his great tempest power and that of his Dragon Ogres in the Changer's forces, taking flight as he brought down the wrath of the tempest with his giant warhammer, the Starcrusher, being struck by lightning at the highest point, and using his technique [Lord of the Storm] upon striking the ground a great burst of electricity that destroyed a massive amount of the area.
OW-Tzeentch has just recovered from his latest encounter with the iron maiden daemon, (Iron Maiden 666) and he saw the magical fury of the cyclopian, starfish daemons but for some reason his Blue Scribes couldn't understand or record any of the unique spells those lesser daemons use, and the new change daemons were very interesting to him, especially the squid-headed daemons that possessed great magical power and intellect as they lead the other daemons on the battlefield, he was already planning and scheming of ways to obtain these new pawns under his thrall, and it will be all according to his design.
Erengrad was close to fall to the Dark Legion, with Tzeentch soaking in the thrill of victory for he is the Architect of Fate, and Fate is his to do as he pleases, such as winning this of his many upcoming battles in Kislev.
Location the Land of Oakstuun, Within the Festering Dark Woods-Battlefield: Kislve vs Maggotkin
Ivan and his men fought desperately to breakthrough the enemy, stopping them from stopping Yuma and her Rotbringers from summoning something from the Realm of the Plague God.
Clashing blades, as Ivan himself was fighting the harbinger of decay, on his own, the Sword of Heroes striking hard against the Maggotkin's plague-scythe, as the Prince, swung hard against his enemy shoulder paldron forcing the Harbinger to back off, allowing his men to circle his former opponent, taking advantage of the opportunity to ride over Yuma.
Speaking of the Priestess of Putrefaction, she and her sorcerors were almost finished the summoning a Greater Deamon of Plague, a Great Unclean One.
As Gul'galg vibrated a bit, alerting Yuma Trollvile, looking to her side seeing Prince Ivan, rushing over to her, turn her face into a smile as she said to the Prince, "Ohh!! Come to great our new guest, Prince?" Yuma starting laughing happily, as the portal was finished.
Bursting in pestilence and miasma, as a bloated giant being started to crossover to Kislve.
Ivan was forced to pull back looking at the greater daemon coming through, with a purple rag hood with antlers and a forehead horn coming through the raggedy hood.
A bloated, rotting giant, green body with sores and open pussing scabs, several small tentacles and a open giant mouth on it bloated stomach with huge sharp-teeth coming out the "lips" as innards and some Nurglings hanging from the "gut-mouth".
Glowing green malicious eyes, with a twisted smile of sharp-teeth, a rag as a loincloth with some rusted chainmail and hooks that have rotted heads hooked on them.
On his right hand was a Doomsday Bell, while a Plague Flail dangling from the other hand, as the Great Unclean One towered greatly over Ivan, as he chuckled happily, as Yuma and her Rotbringers step beside the Grandfather's Greater Daemon, as this battle has turned to a greater tide of Pestilence.
[Author Note: Hey guys I'm back. I finished things early n have a new chapter for ull. The next chapter is coming soon, n I hope ull like them, for the Kislev Saga starts now!!]
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