Chapter 248: Endgame

"It is better to break one of his fingers than to injure all ten!" Henlide, who was commanding the melee troops, saw that Sinuoli had been fighting for a long time without much result and shouted a reminder.

"Easier said than done! This guy's finger is as thick as my thigh!" Sinuoli muttered to himself. The Great Unclean One had thick skin and flesh, and it would spray gore with every axe blow; if he were not immune to conventional toxin erosion, he would have been finished long ago.

"Hah!"

Although he was cursing under his breath, Sinuoli knew in his heart that Henlide was right. He threw his Warhammer with all his might, smashing it toward the Great Daemon's right hand as it brandished its flail.

"Ugh, ah!"

The Great Unclean One's finger seemed to have been broken, and it let out a howl of pain. Sinuoli took this opportunity to turn his Battle Axe sideways and thrust it directly into the Great Daemon's ankle. Of course, he did not really intend to break the Great Daemon's finger; it was just to buy himself some time.

This area had been struck repeatedly by Sinuoli before, and the thick, corrupted skin had already peeled away, leaving disgusting, greenish, moldy-cheese-like tissue exposed. The two-handed heavy axe sank in until the axe head met resistance; Sinuoli knew that was the bone.

"Hah! Ya!"

Sinuoli raised his stone fist and smashed it heavily onto the back of the axe.

"Crack!"

The axe blade was driven inward a bit by the impact, but it was not enough. Sinuoli gripped the axe handle and rotated it slightly, trying to find the gap between the bones. The Great Unclean One realized what was happening; no matter how much of a beating it could take, it could not endure an axe cutting back and forth in its joint.

The Great Daemon tried to drive away the stone Dwarf beneath its crotch, but at this moment, Sinuoli's subordinates provided him with assistance. They poured as much artillery fire as possible onto the Great Daemon, forcing it to use its arms to protect its head and face.

Sinuoli seized the precious opportunity. He pressed his advantage, and after raising his hand to retrieve the Warhammer, he used the hammer to smash the back of the axe again with a heavy blow.

"Click!"

This strike did not disappoint Sinuoli. The Battle Axe finally severed the Great Unclean One's ankle joint. Losing a weight-bearing point, the massive lump of rotting flesh collapsed onto one knee like a landslide.

"Pulu-lu!"

"Urgh!"

The Great Unclean One's upper and lower mouths "erupted" simultaneously. The foul gastric juices and the equally blasphemous demonic sounds gave Sinuoli a start.

"Fight together!"

"Banish the Great Daemon, save the world!"

"This is an opportunity to bring glory to our ancestors!"

The Great Unclean One's bloated belly sagged to the ground. Sinuoli and his subordinates were finally able to reach the relatively core parts of the Great Unclean One. They swarmed forward, swinging their weapons wildly.

Fighting a Great Daemon—the direct troops of the Four Gods—was an experience even more worthy of praise than fighting a Dragon.

Even in the days when Dragons were very active, slaying a Dragon was merely to guard a city or a territory. In this current stage where Dragons are gradually falling into slumber, slaying a Dragon is more for selfish desire, to plunder the treasures accumulated over the Dragon's long life and the materials from its body.

Unlike the "Chaos-led armed forces" such as the barbarians in the north who worship the Chaos Four Gods or the evil god cults hidden in cities, Great Daemons are a part of Chaos itself and are the true core components of the Chaos forces.

These dark powers certainly did not come to the Mortal World to do good deeds. Every warrior who opposes them can proudly claim that they have done their part to save this world.

The Dwarfs discovered that the power of the Chaos Demon Army was gradually weakening. These summoned demonic creatures could not receive replenishment of power because their summoner had been banished and the portal had been closed. These Daemons began to become unstable, and some of the weakest ones even disintegrated on the spot.

One after another, members of the ranged units exhausted the little ammunition they had left before the battle. They unslung their sidearms and quickly joined the melee. Both Nuxhou and gunners brought their own handy weapons.

The addition of this force completely crushed the crumbling Daemon line. The Daemons, whose morale was already low due to the disappearance of their boss Ku'gath, had their physical forms destroyed in batches.

The last few Nurgle Chaos Spawn, twisted and mutated to the extreme, were destroyed. These monsters were covered in incredible body spikes, eyes, and mouths. They had all been powerful Nurgle Chosen before their deaths.

As the Father's blessings accumulate, those Chaos followers with sufficiently firm minds might eventually ascend to become a Demon Prince. However, most people are not so lucky; Chaos Mutation twists and destroys their minds from the outside in, turning these former warriors into mindless beasts.

"Wagaga, all things must rot, and this world will eventually belong to the Father! When that time comes, I will return!"

After dropping these two harsh threats, the Great Unclean One disintegrated under the siege of hundreds of people. With its disappearance, the remaining Nurgle Demon Army completely lost its support, and their physical forms collapsed instantly.

"Whew!"

Sinuoli let out a long breath and deactivated his Avatar of the Gods. In the battle just now, he was undoubtedly the primary target of the Great Daemon's attention. After taking several attacks, his armor was in tatters, and his physical form was nearing its limit.

Fortunately, the damage sustained would not carry over when he transformed back from a stone statue to flesh. He surveyed the battlefield, the joy of victory and the grief for the losses surging into his heart simultaneously.

"Drip! Drip!"

A few tears flowed from his eyes, and Sinuoli turned his back, wiping them away fiercely with the back of his hand. The summoned Daemons left nothing behind after disappearing, so those lying on the ground were all Sinuoli's subordinates.

To be honest, he could accept the loss of troops; there is no such thing as war without death. He also knew that the deaths of these warriors were very valuable and meaningful. But it takes time to accept that people who were alive and chatting happily together yesterday have already gone to another world today.

"Clean up the battlefield! We will move forward a distance before setting up camp!"

Sinuoli turned around, his resolute expression returning to his face. As a commander, he did not have much time for pity.

The arrival of the Nurgle Demon Army had caused extremely severe erosion to this battlefield. The land was pitted and scarred by venom, and evil green toxic fungi were growing wildly. Sinuoli could not spend the energy to purify it now, so leaving as soon as possible was the best policy.

The clansmen quickly collected the remains of the fallen, leaving only the erosion and bloodstains on the earth to tell of the great battle that had just taken place.

"Are there this many?"

Sinuoli looked at the casualty report handed over by Balin.

"Sigh, this is still the result of the Mother Goddess's divine grace saving quite a few."

Balin had his arm in a bandage; the situation had been critical just now, and to protect the artillery crew, he had also joined the battle. This young man had grown a lot over these few years, which was necessary for him to shoulder greater responsibilities in the future.

Now, this Expeditionary Force had dwindled from the one thousand seven hundred people who set out from Zhuwangshan to one thousand two hundred, among whom two hundred were severely wounded who could not walk on their own.