Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 228 The first contact

In the bloody fortress, Maleborg caught many Bretonnians like pigs and dogs. His pity for this world turned into crazy and terrible thoughts as early as when he was learning magic. Gifts and kindness have long since become strange words. The blood of the strong flows in his veins, why do he pity the peasants?

But what's interesting is that Maleborg was the first mortal in this world to see the true identity of the lady in the lake, but the mistake was that he was a mortal with a short life. Black Arkham, in the Tomb King's plan, turned into a dagger and a sharp blade into Bretonnia's neck.

Now the cruel cries of the farmers are no different from the roars of pigs in his ears. He subconsciously distinguishes himself from humans, and arrogance and indifference are bred in his blood.

If the gods are above, no one will think that this crazy guy is definitely not a normal person, but in the eyes of those rogues with nowhere to go, Maleborg is the best lord in the world.

Killing, preying on the weak, robbery, women, gold coins, they are so chic and happy, they wish the whole of Bretonnia would be like this, they should not worship the so-called chivalry, so-called ladies, and restrain themselves.

That's right, if it weren't for the lady's morality, those peasants would be nothing more than lambs and pigs in the eyes of the knights in full armor. Without moral restraint, the whole of Bretonnia would be turned into a purgatory on earth. Small stones at the beginning of his great empire.

He panted heavily, mobilized his magic power, and ordered the terrifying monsters mutated by cannibalism to gather in the magic circle full of complex runes.

Once they were the masters of this place. After the return of the Duke of Musillon, they had no graves to rest, and no one could tolerate them swallowing the flesh and blood of children near the city. Now Lord Maleborg needs them, and they will sacrifice out of everything...

Ghouls worship power, no matter where it comes from, so the power of the dead is naturally the master for them.

Those mindless things crawled into the magic circle with their shriveled and disgusting bodies. Maleberg opened the prison cart and carried a thin peasant girl with just one hand.

Her skin was dark, her palms were full of calluses, and her linen clothes were rough and simple. With pitiful strength, she pushed the tall black knight in front of her. Maleborg threw her to the ground without any mercy.

If it was an ordinary person doing this, it would only cause the girl pain, but Maleborg is not an ordinary person. He has drunk the Holy Grail. Although the blood of the gods did not grant him the gift, he transformed the body and made it superhuman.

There was only a click, and the woman's spine was completely broken, turning into an L letter abnormally, and countless bastards and scum beside her shouted. "Our Lord Duke's power is boundless, His Excellency Duke is extremely powerful!"

"It's so powerful that it can break a person's spine in just one blow! Even the Holy Grail Knight can't do that!?"

"Oh my god, that woman is still twitching! Let me give her another stab!"

Are those things still human?Just like the first human friend Roel knew, life in the wild brought them the concept of the weak and the strong, the concept of survival, but also deprived them of their humanity, leaving the city of Bretonnia, experienced the green skin, Beastmen, undead, even if they eat human flesh, they won't blink an eye!
Such words, such a terrible picture, the mortals in the prison car covered their mouths and vomited out. They did not understand why the once great knights destroyed their homes, captured them, and now tortured and killed them. They only smelled the vomit next to them smell, human body odor, disgusting ghoul breath...

Death is nothing but such a fear, they want to cry, want to shout, they are willing to turn into slaves, but they have nothing if they are tortured and killed, if they are alive, they might be able to go out one day!
The wailing, begging for help, and begging for mercy echoed in the castle like a ballad. Maleberg listened to this, and found another child in the prison car, he said.

"The eyes are clear, no crying or fuss."

"what's your name?"

The child swallowed. "Moender."

Maleborg gently rubbed his hair, the cold armor made the child shiver. "Very well, you must fit my spell very well."

After a while, the child felt his world turned upside down, his eyes were dark, while Maleborg hugged him, breaking his body into two with his arms.

He chanted a weird spell, and threw the young girl's body into the magic circle. Those ghouls couldn't bear the desire in their hearts, and they ate like a beast with their heads down, and the crazy pieces of meat and debris were scattered. Everywhere…

"Okay, okay...terrible..." At this moment, even the most scornful and terrifying scum in Bretonnia couldn't tell if there was anything wrong with their boss. Their admiration for Maleborg quickly turned into fear and fear.

Maleborg just finished chanting the spell and wiped the blood-stained armor. "Kill one person in three hours and throw it in. I'll go to rest."

The scumbags nodded again and again, but this order was scarier than killing the peasants countless times, because watching the people around them die one by one, the pressure alone was enough to make people crazy, and if they made those scumbags displeased , they will make it "sort" significantly forward.

And there is no shortage of random killings, even indiscriminate killings, just because the clothes don't look good, or they want to see how women die, and the methods they use are even more...

So it seems that this group of non-human things and ghouls really flock together, like a gathering of animals.

While those ghouls were eating, their appetites were like the punishment of evil ghosts. Their abdomens were getting bigger and bigger, their bones would be chewed by them, and their internal organs would not be spared. Soon their bodies began to twist, The few wisdoms that were originally there gradually dissipated, turning into a hideous and terrifying little giant similar to a troll.

The scum soon discovered that the eyes of those guys were not right, it was hunger, and they were looking at themselves with food eyes!

A scumbag cursed. "Bastard, why do you look at me like this, you beast monster?!" He swung his flesh-stained battle ax and slashed at the group of ghouls, only to find that his omnipotent weapon could not even break through their defenses!
"What?" The scumbag saw the blood-stained horny arm after a while, and the pale skin set off by the blood turned into a palm and waved it. The sharp claws were like a razor, and instantly cut off his head. ,chew…

"Ah... my God, gods!" The other scum realized that something was wrong, definitely something was wrong, this thing is not a ghoul, at least those things will not be so scary and overbearing...

Those monsters ate the body of the scum who attacked them, wiped the blood from their mouths, and looked at the remaining living people with empty eyes...

The scumbags cursed. "Fuck! Hurry up, hurry up and kill people, don't worry about it every three hours, kill as many as you can!"

The slaughter began, ghouls against humans, humans against humans, ghosts eating humans, humans eating ghosts.

When the "food" in the prison van was completely emptied and the scum started to kill each other, why didn't they run out?Because they found that the gate was locked, and the heavy wooden gate of the castle cellar could not be opened without a battering hammer!

Those terrifying things with tall, thin belly bulges are fast and terrifying, and they can eat a living person in just a few minutes, not to mention the skinny farmers disappear even faster than they kill!
Those things are becoming more and more abnormal, distorted, terrifying, and disgusting. They emit a strange smell, like the smell of rotting corpses. No one can tell where the things they ate went. are constantly disappearing.

For three days, no one came to open the door for three full days. There was only the sound of chewing constantly coming from the cellar. Anyone who heard it would faint because of fright and fear.

When a ray of light shines into the cellar filled with the smell of blood and corpses, is there anyone alive here?have!With a fixed face, he cut off his own flesh and blood and handed them over to those monsters. He was already wounded like Ling Chi, but why did he do this?Is this more painful than death?
"Huh? Mind control? What a tyrannical monster, Master Heimler is really extraordinary!"

The black knight went downstairs naturally, drew out his long sword and cut off the poor man's body, and this action undoubtedly angered the irrational monsters. Those things could no longer be called ghouls, they should be called ogres!
They look ferocious, without eyes, gluttony makes their eyeballs rot, and their bodies are fat, but their gelatinous skin can wrap their swollen fat and turn them into countless armors of victorious knights. Their madness makes them eat the bones of food Inserting his own waist, giving birth to a second set of arms, for a total of four arms.

The pale skin has only traces of cyan, bruises that seem to be broken anytime and anywhere, but they are not slow, the speed is even comparable to a handsome horse, and they can move around in the narrow cellar, it is terrifying!
But what about real strongmen?

Maleborg raised his hand, grabbed one of the extremely fast monsters, and pressed its head to the ground, like holding a puppy.

Another monster attacked, and Maleborg just raised his shoulder armor and smashed his jaw in an instant. However, how can a doll shaped by magic and life compare to a warrior who has experienced many battles!

Those monsters were taken down by Maleborg in just a moment, five of them, but they were absolutely, absolutely terrifying, and absolutely deadly to mortals!

Malebog stuffed them into the prison cart, they lacked strength and could not break through, and then the ignorant corpses pushed the monsters out of the territory, and the ogres even wanted to swallow the dead who transported them. Creatures of this world, but... demons?
That's right, demons...Kemler is a lunatic who touches the Chaos Demon Realm and possesses demons, but ghouls are not the same as mortals. They do not have the ability to use magic. It's as scary as a possessed human being, but even so, the Chaos Demon Realm is not something that can be played with.

In the grotesque basement where these monsters were shaped, a small, fat creature emerged from a small warp rift, the Nurgling...

But Maleborg is still ignorant, which is why the elf archmage Teclis has repeatedly emphasized that humans should not touch too many mysteries...

If you look at Marcus's side, the transportation has reached the final stage, the kingdom of heaven in the distance is already faintly visible, and there are constant pedestrians and businessmen on the road, which is very lively.

"My God, how much manpower and material resources are needed to maintain the roads here, and the empire can't come up with so many gold coins. Are your lords descended from the gods?" Marcus looked at the stone road that stretched for several kilometers, and he was amazed, and the soles of his feet stepped on the ground. Yes, honestly!
The guard explained. "This is cement, the work of Lord Duke, who is also an alchemist and mage."

Marcus was a little unsure. "How can a person in his 20s know so many things?"

Vincent and the guard said in unison. "He is Sigmar of Bretonnia!"

Marcus froze for a moment, unable to hold back a laugh. "By Sigma, you Bretonnians are so much fun, well, hurry up and finish the last part of the road..."

Marcus frowned suddenly, Vincent, and the guards also took out their weapons.

"It stinks, is there a country going to war?"

Marcus looked around.

"As I guessed right, it may be a chaotic and filthy demon, pay attention to personal protection."

The guard emphasized.

Vincent shouted. "Right!"

Two extremely frightening, extremely crazily distorted things, which looked like chaotic eggs but were completely different, rushed into the road, tearing apart those passers-by crazily, and filled the air with a terrifying breath and the smell of corpses.

"Gods! What is this?!"

"Tal!"

Marcus swung the huge sword, barely resisting the thing's claws, but backed away again and again, even he almost flew up.

The mercenaries of ordinary merchants were even more unbearable. They turned into food almost instantly, and were stuffed by those monsters into their bloody mouths, which were the size of living people. Countless white sharp teeth bit the flesh and blood, because people still Alive, screaming is even more terrifying.

Vincent was trembling constantly, he felt the familiarity, the familiarity and fear in Colony, this is... the devil? !

"Run!" He grabbed Marcus and drove towards the territory at the fastest speed, even cutting off the traction of the truck they had been transporting the construction materials. He was so embarrassed that Marcus asked questions.

"Although this thing is powerful, it is not irresistible. Why are you so afraid?"

Vincent's tone was heavy. "This thing is a demon! If we kill it, it will release something even more terrifying!"

Marcus yelled. "Sigma! Demon? Who made such a terrible thing!?"

The guard put down his gun, he was so scared that he almost shot himself!

But those monsters quickly ate up the living people here, and ran towards the trio crazily...

It's extremely fast, you can't fight back, you can't kill, you can only run, although the horses on the concrete road are extremely fast, but the demons are even more excessive!

Marcus saw those things close at hand, and finally couldn't help brandishing his weapon. "Go to hell!"

Vincent yelled. "no!"

But it was too late, the blade sank into the fat flesh, split those things, thick juice sprayed out from the fat, and stained Marcus's face, but the ogre seemed to have nothing happened, and even dragged two halves of its stomach, apparently running away faster!
(End of this chapter)