Chapter 155: Assassination

Watching the Grey Seer begin to consume drugs, every Dwarf grew anxious. At this point in time, the Warpstone technology of Clan Skryre and the genetic engineering of Clan Morden had not yet developed to an outrageous degree; the most mainstream supernatural power of the Skaven forces was still the Skaven Magic unleashed by the Grey Seers.

The Dwarf ranged fire support also aimed at the mutated Stormvermin who was ringing the bell, and for a time, the sound of "Bang! Bang!" gunfire rang incessantly in Sinuoli's ears.

"Yes, yes, Great Horned Rat, pour out, pour out your wrath!" The Grey Seer watched the incoming barrage and waved his staff, and a magical storm appeared on the trajectory of the Dwarf ranged fire support.

This storm was still angrily unleashing green and black Warpstone lightning. It was composed of pure Chaos Energy, driven by the evil divine power of the Great Horned Rat.

"Warp Gale?" Sinuoli said with some uncertainty. In his memory, this spell was originally used to blow enemy troops into the sky, disrupt formations, and prevent them from moving.

However, the Grey Seer at this moment made good use of this destruction-type spell, using it to block the projectiles fired by the Dwarf ranged fire support. Sinuoli watched helplessly as crossbow bolts and bullets were blown away directly; the Cannon balls had more mass, but they were also deflected and landed in empty space.

"Trouble!" Sinuoli thought to himself. Once this spell was generated, its duration was quite long, and it severely restricted the effectiveness of the Dwarf ranged fire support.

Sinuoli frowned, realizing that if he could not get rid of that bell, even if he ultimately achieved victory, he would suffer heavy losses.

Because he was currently in the plaza, the limited Anvil Guard could not completely block the road, and the crazed Skaven would inevitably be able to attack the Dwarf Warriors in the rear. These clansmen without Meteorite Armor would certainly suffer damage.

"Sigh, it seems this is the only way!" Sinuoli brought up his system. He had gained another skill point after defeating and slaying Skarsnik before Karak-Azgalaz, but he had kept it until now without using it.

Sinuoli decisively added another level to Storm Hammer. In previous battles, the power of this skill had seemed somewhat insufficient, and the fact that he failed to kill Gobla in one blow at that time was still fresh in his memory.

Sinuoli held his breath and focused, locking the target of the skill onto the Screaming Bell behind the Warp Gale.

"Go!"

With a roar, Sinuoli triggered the skill and threw the Warhammer. He felt that the second level of Storm Hammer made his exertion of force smoother and more sufficient, and the feedback from his body after the throw was also better.

The Warhammer streaking through the night sky attracted the gaze of all combatants. With a "Whoosh!" sound of breaking wind, it passed through the distorted Warp Gale and accurately struck the greenish Screaming Bell.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

Under the gaze of the Grey Seer's man-eating rat eyes, cracks appeared on the bell. Finally, with a "Snap!", this Screaming Bell, which had just undergone violent striking, shattered into pieces.

As the bell's tolling came to an abrupt end, the rat-folk awoke from their madness. Fatigue and hunger instantly occupied their bodies and minds, and the surrounding Human and Dwarf forces eyeing them covetously, combined with the severed limbs and broken arms on the ground, reignited their innate sense of fear.

"Storm Hammer!"

Seeing the brilliant strike where the Warhammer thrown by Sinuoli passed through the Warpstone storm and shattered the Screaming Bell, the surrounding Dwarfs began to shout, though it was unclear which clansman led the way. In an instant, the title "Storm Hammer" resounded throughout the entire plaza.

"Not bad, not bad, this cultural level is quite alright. Being able to think of this is much better than 'Flying Hammer'!" Hearing this new title successfully emerge, Sinuoli felt very satisfied.

At one point, he had suspected that to successfully obtain this nickname, he would have to go to the Chaos Wastes to find that legendary ancient Dragon Ogre, Kholek Suneater, and land a hit on him.

He was among the first generation of offspring of the Father of Dragon Ogres, Krakkanrok the Black, and was also a Dragon Ogre who had existed in the Mortal World since ancient times. Because Kholek's arrival would bring raging storms, he was also referred to as the Storm Herald by the barbarians who revered him.

The rat-folk in the front began to retreat; whether they were the assault troops attacking the temple or the blocking forces on the flanks, they were all moving closer to the Grey Seer Lord. It seemed that the magic of this chosen one of the Great Horned Rat or the compact formation of their kin could bring them some extra courage.

Those Council Guard, who should have acted as a supervisory squad to prevent the retreat of the front line, were now looking at their master with questioning gazes. If there was an intention to "tactically withdraw," these defeated rats still had the utility of delaying time.

"Kodelu-Ruizhua is angry, angry!" The Grey Seer Lord looked at the pile of Warpstone fragments and the gradually collapsing lines of his subordinates and began his impotent rage.

"No, no! Beard-things, damn it, damn it!" He squeaked while waving his staff. Kodelu-Ruizhua's rat brain turned rapidly, assessing the current battle situation.

His own magical reserves had bottomed out, the heavily paid helpers from Clan Morden and Clan Skryre were dead or wounded, and the Eshin assassins and the two subordinates sent to intercept were nowhere to be found. With these unfavorable conditions added together, he had already lost any chance of victory.

However, he was still very unwilling. He had spent so much effort to finish off the bald priest in the temple and solve the leading Human. If not for the group of beard-things that suddenly popped up today, he would have already achieved victory.

But there was no help for it now. He needed to escape quickly. Although the four Great Clans only recognized Warpstone and would not give face to an ordinary Grey Seer like Kodelu-Ruizhua, the mouthpieces of the Great Horned Rat were still very respected among small and medium-sized Skaven clans.

If a rat clan had the support of a Grey Seer, it meant it would occupy a status advantage and be able to stand a cut above others when dealing with other clans. They could gain the upper hand in trades and ruthlessly pressure Skaven who were in a subordinate position.

Of course, every rat knew that in Skaven society, no matter what one obtained, one had to pay a high price.

After a Grey Seer provided support, they would eventually put forward their own demands, and these demands might lead the entire clan into an bottomless abyss. But almost no small clan could refuse this temptation; they would only make the most of it while this advantage still existed.

"Yes, yes, Kodelu-Ruizhua will come back another day, another day! The territory of the Human-things, the territory, will eventually belong to the Great Horned Rat!" He thumped his staff and passed down the order.

The surrounding Skaven heard this as if they had been granted amnesty. Even unique troop types like the Council Guard were no exception; they were brave, true, but they were not truly unafraid of death.

Watching the Skaven change formation in the midst of chaos to prepare for flight, Sinuoli knew he could not let them have their way.

Thanks to "Wo Bu Yao Zhang Hao Zai Bei Dao" (I don't want my account to be hacked again) for the monthly ticket, "Bi Qiong Cang", "Liu Guan Ren 123", and "Wang Hou Yan Hai Ya" for the monthly tickets.