Chaos Crown

Chapter 299, God Comes!
The beam bombarded the surface of the continent, and Aaron, Drizzt, and Nestia landed smoothly.

Tzeentch's fiery chariot disintegrated in the air, and the nine-headed flying shark exhausted all its strength and annihilated into flying ash. After the three of them landed smoothly, Drizzt and Nestia looked at Aaron worriedly, Cui Heizi pulled out Shuangdao: "Are you okay? Aaron Salian?"

"It's okay, it's just that I used more magic power." Aaron's face looked very calm, but the Son of Chaos' heart was not very calm.

Made in Heaven has overdrawn his Tzeido divine spark, and within a short period of time, Aaron can no longer transform into the ever-changing devil.

Other powers are not affected, and Aaron still retains most of his combat power.

The roar of Chaos Demons echoed on the ground of the mainland. When Aaron raised his eyes and looked over, he saw someone coming.

The holy emblem of the dark sun has replaced the holy emblem of chaos and enveloped the continent. Groups of chaotic demons emerged from the ruined buildings. Without exception, their eyes have become completely black pupils like the avatar of Cyric .

The first group of enemies to approach is a group of Khorne vampires. These crimson demons with slender heads and hell swords are deadly warriors. Among the ancient tribes who believed in Khorne They will attract these vampires when the battle is at its most intense. The furious, blood-thirsty vampires fight like Khorne came to the world. When fighting, the vampires hunt heads and drink blood There will be a sharp cry.

Even the bravest and most steadfast warriors are terrified when these emissaries of the blood god roar on the battlefield.

The second group of enemies approaching is a group of strange outcasts. These poor people are undoubtedly the objects of the Lord of Change. Tzeentch deceived his stupid followers through false promises and despicable lies. Excessive knowledge squeezed into their brains and gave their bodies distortions. These monsters, whose heads and feet were so mutated that they could not be seen as human, finally failed to withstand Tzeentch's "blessing" and became these A grotesque monster.

The third team is approaching some happy little cuties, they are born from the internal organs of the Nurgle Great Unclean, these parts full of pus and disease continue to give birth to more little devils, they are cute Nurgling, these cuties have inherited the nature of their loving father and optimistic family, and seem to have a deep enthusiasm for everything in the world.

The Nurglings surrounded a Nurgle War Shrine, clapping their hands and playing games under the rotting tree.

"Nurgle fruit on the Nurgle tree~You and I under the Nurgle tree, play games in front of the Nurgle tree, so much fun~"

With the sound of hooves and the roar of battle, a group of cavalry quickly approached, and the Slaanesh walkers from under the dark prince's seat were ecstatic and killed together with the integrated Slaanesh beast.

Slaanesh walkers are all mortals without exception. When a mortal's heart is overwhelmed by despair and boredom, and he doesn't feel any enthusiasm for life, Slaanesh will always trade with them generously and give them the greatest stimulation to re-start his life. Ignite hope for life.

However, everything comes at a price. The moment the transaction was completed, the Slaanesh Walkers were born. As the price for their new life, they must ride the Slaanesh Beast and never come down again. The wild hunt in the wild, constantly dedicating victories, souls and fresh experiences to the Prince of Darkness in exchange for more powerful stimulation, or... death.

Four teams of demons, four origins, the only thing in common is that their eyes have become completely black pupils, which means that they have been controlled by Dark Sun Cyric.

"There are more than 400 enemies, and we only have three people. What should we do? Aaron?" Nestia took out her sword and dagger, and the dark elf elder sister licked her lips bloodthirstyly. Emerging from the magic tattoo, sometimes like a wolf, sometimes like a tiger.

"What to do? Give me some advice, Drizzt." Aaron raised his weapon and asked the drow ranger back.

"It's very simple, we can kill more than 100 demons alone." Drizzt said coolly: "Don't you have confidence in yourself? The flower knight of the fairy princess?"

"Very well, I think so too." Aaron laughed heartily, and at a certain moment, his eyes vaguely returned to the phantom of the Webway War, where, before the Golden Throne, La-Endymion, Emperor The Emperor's Custodian Tribunes are battling the demons of Chaos.

"Then let's get started!"

"Let's see who of us arrives at the gate of the temple first. If you win, you will be rewarded, if you lose, you will be punished!"

An encounter broke out!

Aaron ignored the Khorne vampires, since that was Drizzt's target, and signaled for Nestia to deal with the Tzeentch Forsaken.

He himself took the lead, heading straight for the shrine of Nurgle!

Keeper of Secrets, transform!

With one sword and one stick, Aaron blew up the charges of the Slaanesh walkers the moment he landed. He easily pulled the dark moon sword out of the long moon blade and swept the air, and the heads of the Slaanesh walkers rose to the sky.

Aaron, the Keeper of Secrets in the air, directly turned his body into a mass of distorted silver light and shadow. In the air, a mass of distorted light blades could be seen scraping along the bodies of the Sharnwalkers.

A row of Slaanesh walkers lost their heads without even touching a single hair of Aaron!
Aaron, the Keeper of Secrets, forcibly cut a bloody path among the Slaanesh Walkers. He circled repeatedly in the air, and the Dark Moon Sword shone brightly. Following his gyrations, the six moon blades flew over the queue of Slaanesh Walkers to Nurgle War Altar.

"Woo? Woohoo~"

"Nurgty Nurg~"

The Nurglings desperately guarded the altar, and they did not hesitate to use their bodies to resist the flying moon blades.

But this was only temporary, the swirling moonlight soon forcibly cut a path among the Slaanesh walkers.

Holding a sword in one hand and a stick in the other, Aaron also entered the frenzy at this time. He has become an unstoppable force. Slaanesh's whip swept away the shattered bodies of the Slaanesh walkers, and Aaron finally reached the shrine of Nurgle.

The Nurglings spewed yellow-green poisonous mist at Aaron, and the distorted disease rays hit Aaron's body, leaving a "pin"-shaped wound on his arm.

Aaron didn't respond.

He stood up straight, and Tzeentch's frisbee came and landed in front of him. The sharp teeth on the edge spun faster, and the frisbee flipped over, aiming at Aaron's finger with the bottom.

The Frisbee unfolded, and the Eye of Tzeentch in the middle burst out with arcane light!

Tzeentch's Power - Magic Amplifier!

Three ring variation magic - fireball!

A crimson ray hit Tzeentch's Frisbee from the back, passed through Tzeentch's Eye, and split the crimson ray into three.

boom!
Boom boom boom!

The Nurgle War Shrine exploded, crunching every stone around it.

The participating Slaanesh walkers fled, and Aaron then used Chaos Missiles to kill the remaining Nurglings one by one before turning his attention to Drizzt and Nestia.

Relying on the majesty of the matriarch's scepter and the power of the sword song, Nestia drove the group of Tzeentch's outcasts to defeat.

And Drizzt, the drow ranger, directly in the queue of Khorne vampires brutally split the river of blood with Ice Death and Flash, his voice directly overwhelmed the screams of the vampires , like an incarnation of the god of death, slashing and killing unstoppably all the way, without encountering any demons who can resist him!

This guy is even more devil than devil!

The drow ranger fought all the way to the gate of the temple. When he stabbed a vampire through his chest on the gate of the temple, and raised his flesh and blood iron fist on the tip of the other machete to declare his victory, Aaron also arrived.

"Who wins?" Drizzt threw the vampire's head down the steps.

"It's a tie." Aaron threw down a string of Slaanesh walker heads, and he said with a smile, "Not bad, Ranger."

"Without enough strength, the only thing waiting for me is death." Drizzt turned the blade and raised his head arrogantly: "We still have a chance to compete again, right?"

"of course."

At the end of the demon-blooded stairs stood a gate, and all the felguard had been hacked to pieces—Drizzt slashed a bloody path along the ground.

The gate was high enough for a Goliath to pass through, and wide enough for a procession of vampires to pass through.

The gates were carved from mahogany, the panels depicting the evolution and struggle between the physical gods and the creatures of the Warp, and their stripes were adorned with brass.

The runes and chains on both sides of the door have been destroyed, as if the ancient abominations were released, bursts of extremely uncomfortable energy radiated from the crack of the door, Drizzt quickly stepped forward to try the handle , but the door handle couldn't be turned, it was latched on the other side.

"How to open it?" Drizzt asked Aaron naturally.

"I'm a warlock, ranger, you ask me about opening the door?" Aaron joked, he waited for Nestia to rush over, and then signaled: "Be careful, the other side of the door is the enemy, Many, many enemies!"

"It's all here? Are we going to retreat?" Nestia licked her lips contentedly. The battle just now made her very satisfied.

Tzeentch's outcasts are very much to Nestia's appetite - cut one to make two, cut two to make four!
Finely chopping enemies into sausages is one of the hobbies of An Jing's sister.

"Prepare!"

Aaron stretched out his finger and pressed it inside the mural on the gate. Following his finger, silver light lit up from the surface of the text and flowed along the gate three times.

As soon as the door opened, a huge sword came through the air, and Drizzt and Nestia immediately dodged it. The huge sword was covered with sharp serrations and burned with dirty yellow flames.

"Hey~hey~~~"

A demon prince strode out of the temple. He was five meters tall, with a devil's face and a pair of bat wings, a big tail, and his whole body was purple. A huge ax full of pustules and rust followed him. It swept past.

Drizzt narrowly dodged the giant axe, the drow ranger screamed, and plunged Ice Death into the arm of the demon prince. Nestia's sword song played, and a phantom tiger with sharp teeth pierced the demon prince's arm. Shoulder.

The devil's blood splashed, and when the smell of devil's blood filled the air, the devil prince took a deep breath and sprayed a five-meter-long chaotic flame from his mouth to take the opportunity to fight back.

But at this time, Aaron had already freed his hand. Looking at the familiar flame, he cast magic on the devil prince without hesitation.

Four rings of magic - Tzeentch's stealing spell!
The flame lost control and devoured its owner in turn. The demon prince was covered in the flames he spit out. He kept backing away. Both the sawtooth sword and the pustular ax fell to the ground, scratching with his claws indiscriminately. own body.

"Mom, dog! Brother!"

"Pasha, dog, money."

"Mother."

Surprisingly, the devil prince spit out a string of common language? !

And, so weak!
Aaron was the first to realize that something was wrong.

The Demon Prince is the end of the Chaos believers' ascension to the gods. Ascension to the devil is the highest level of reward for mortals. Through the ritual of ascension to the devil, mortals will complete their transformation from mortal things to immortal subspace creatures. For believers, if anyone can successfully ascend the demon, it symbolizes that they have obtained everything.

Although it cannot be verified whether the demon prince after ascending the devil is the evolution of the previous mortal, or a brand new chaotic creature that has nothing to do with the past, but it is impossible for the demon prince to be so weak in any sense!

Get knocked down by your own chaotic flames?
What a joke, if the devil prince is so weak, how could there be so many people who want to become a demon!

Drizzt went up and held the scimitar upside down, intending to give the demon prince a final blow.

"Aaron, Buyeur, Bilak." The demon prince was still saying this in his broken lingua franca, scratching his burned face with his paws in pain: "Mom, Calimport, mother!"

"Wait! Drizzt!"

The moment the scimitar fell, Aaron suddenly recalled something. His Dark Moon Sword threw a moon blade and bounced Drizzt's scimitar away.

Buyer's flower knight quickly ran to the side of the devil prince, under the burnt skin of the devil prince, he vaguely saw the outline of a human face.

"Anoming?"

"It's you!"

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Inside the Chaos Central Temple, the main hall, where the portal is located.

The avatar of Dark Sun Cyric stood in front of the portal, and beside him, the Chaos Daemons fell to their knees before the High Throne of Dark Sun.

Tzeentch Great Demon Sassoreal-Eternal Watch is the first Chaos Demon who surrendered to Cyric. Under the brainwashing effect of the Cyric, Sassoreal now firmly believes that Cyric is the Lord of Change. Aspect, of course, it and its Eternal Watch have bowed their knees to the Dark Sun.

Khorne, Khorne, is the second Chaos lord who surrendered to Cyric. Khorne is not the highest level of Khorne. It can only be ranked at the fourth or fifth level. It once served as the adjutant of Kabanha, the number one demon under Khorne, and hunted a large number of heads with its giant ax and brass whip.

Cyric easily persuaded the Kinx to serve him - there are countless skulls and blood in the Realms for it to hunt.

Baal, the Lord of Slaughter, is still in the hands of Cyric so far. All the priesthoods of the three gods of death belong to the dark sun at this time, and Khorne's surrender has become inevitable.

The more troublesome ones are Nurgle and Slaanesh. Cyric does not have a corresponding priesthood, so his control over these two Chaos Demons is much weaker.

The black sun is burning under the seat of Cyric's avatar, and the sinister and cunning figure of the Prince of Lies is like the void. On his head, he wears three crowns, which symbolize Bane, the god of tyranny, Melkor, the lord of skulls, and carnage. The priesthood of Lord Baal.

"This is my destiny!" Looking at the portal that was about to open, Cyric spread his arms, and looked at the scenery on the other side of the portal intoxicated: "The only true god of the kingdom, the master who opened the new era, Cyric, bull Batch!"

The Prince of Lies is so smug that he can't even hear anyone else.

The whole country must surrender to me.

Paradise Hill?Mechanical Realm?Bottomless abyss?Joseph Park?Chaos Sea?

Or the Pantheon, AO's pole star camp?
With this book in hand, who can refuse to surrender to the supreme Cyric?
does not exist at all!
Of course, surrender is surrender, death is still death!
People who don't believe in me, Cyric, are not worthy of living. As for whether people who believe in me, Cyric, can live, it depends on how I feel.

"The supreme Lord of the Dark Sun." Tzeentch Great Demon Sassaurel-Eternal Watch repeated to him: "Aaron-Salian and others have broken into the temple from the southeast."

"Very well." Cyric's avatar smiled grimly. He moved forward and opened his arms, as if welcoming and praising the demons who were still pouring into the secret chamber.

Cyric found himself just one step away from controlling the billions of demons in the Chaos Demon Realm.

Capture the divinity of the four gods from Aaron-Salian and become the true Lord of Chaos!
Midnight, you bitch behind the magic net, you're screwed!

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