Chapter 395: Tzeentch's Daemon Army

"Even if it were Skarbrand instead, it would be better than Kairos! Who can withstand it when two armies are locked in battle?"

Sinuoli recognized the identity of Kairos Fateweaver at a glance; the feature of having two heads was simply too obvious. Whether in the texts of Grudges or in epic stories told in taverns, this greatest Greater Daemon of Tzeentch always had a role to play.

The Lord of Change maintained the Chaos Rift in the sky while scattering his power upon the Zhendan troops on the high walls. The powerful staff in his hand, containing the great power of time, allowed him to cast spells with almost no restrictions.

"Run!"

"Where is the Astromancer? Why not act quickly?"

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"This humble Daoist has long since pledged service before Qingbao Tianzun! To be ranked among the immortals is to be today!"

A Storm of Magic formed by pink and blue daemon fire raged on the city walls, and when the Zhendan soldiers tried to retreat, the Wind of Shadow restrained their feet. Beyond his mastery of Tzeentchian spells, Kairos could also command all of the Eight Winds of Magic, perfectly handling various situations on the battlefield.

The more troops both sides commit to a battle, the more significant the role of powerful spellcasters becomes; large-scale destruction and buffs make the opponent miserable, whereas the opposite is the stage for powerful warriors.

"Even though it has been weakened quite a bit by the Great Vortex, to trade spells with it, one would still need Master to come. Even the Storm Dragon is unwilling to duel it with magic, choosing instead to transform into a Dragon and force a kill by attacking it directly. It's a pity the memory link was severed too early; otherwise, I should have been able to see the scene of the battle between Miaoying and it a few years ago."

The Dwarf King rested his hand on the battlement and pondered secretly. Without a doubt, Kairos Fateweaver was the strongest opponent he had directly confronted so far. In the entire Chaos faction, apart from the Four Gods and the yet-to-be-born Everchosen, no person or daemon could reliably suppress it.

Among the Greater Daemons, Ku'gath Plaguefather had lost the favor of the loving Father, and since Slaanesh was the youngest of the Four Gods, none of the Keepers of Secrets under his command had yet displayed combat power far exceeding their peers.

Skarbrand, once the greatest Greater Daemon of Khorne, was even more miserable. He was blinded by arrogance and rage, and attacked the Blood God from behind! Khorne was furious; she cursed the name of Skarbrand and strangled his ability to think, leaving only a bottomless rage sufficient to drive him to attack incessantly.

"Clang! Clang!"

The heavy footsteps of the Terracotta Sentinels interrupted Sinuoli's thoughts. These massive constructs brandished polearms longer than themselves, driving the Daemon army that wanted to continue assaulting the Eighth Wall away like an Autumn Wind Sweeps Fallen Leaves.

The mortals began to cheer, but experienced commanders knew things were not that simple. Soon, more elite Daemons pressed over from the rear. Kairos knew he would rarely get such a good opportunity again, so he mobilized the vast majority of the forces under his command within the Xuwang Baolei.

"What does it mean that it can't see the present? Is it just blind, or are there other restrictions?"

Sinuoli muttered to himself. In the Chaos Realm, Daemons were almost endless, and Kairos's summoning ability far exceeded that of Ku'gath. If they wanted to hold Nangao, the longer it dragged on, the smaller the chance of victory.

"Can't see? What are you talking about? It has two heads and four eyes!"

Hailanzhu, standing behind him, looked puzzled upon hearing this. With the enemy army pressing in, this fellow was not rushing to take action but instead kept observing the formation, which made her very anxious.

"Don't you know? Uh, that's right, you shouldn't know."

The transmigrator slapped his own forehead; his understanding of Kairos came from information from his previous life. In this world, all knowledge regarding Chaos was regarded as taboo, and everyone who tried to understand it inevitably headed toward corruption, regardless of their purpose. Therefore, the heretical texts recording these were strictly guarded in both the Eastern and Western Lands.

That the Tzeentch Seer could see the infinite possibilities of tomorrow and the complete past was only circulated among high-ranking cultists; at the same time, Kairos certainly hoped that as few people as possible knew about his fatal weakness of being unable to see the present.

"Should I be glad that it was the one who came? No, I can't be happy too early; I still have to fight it to know." Gritting his teeth, Sinuoli made up his mind. The more capital he had, the less he liked to take risks, but this world never went according to one's wishes.

"I will attempt to interrupt its spellcasting to continue expanding the rift. During this time, you must hold the line. If you have any spare energy, make a big commotion to attract that demon's attention."

After giving a few instructions to the Zhendan generals and his own clansmen, he checked a few key treasures and rushed onto the corridor leading to the Seventh Wall. Upon reaching the front line, he did not rush into battle but snuck to the base of the city wall through a secret passage.

"Puff!"

With a soft sound, Sinuoli polished the Rune on the Mortal Bulwark. This treasure, given by his master for self-defense, had been used by him time and again to launch sneak attacks.

"Boom—!"

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

As soon as he arrived, Zhendan's covering fire followed. Arrows and ammunition scattered from a high vantage point disrupted the dense formation of the Daemon army. Most of Tzeentch's Daemons lacked resistance and defensive power, and the believers recruited from this world were mostly scholars and mages.

Sinuoli carefully moved through the gaps. Although the Mortal Bulwark could hide the user's figure, it could not eliminate the volume of physical collisions. If he bumped into something invisible, the lunatics under Khorne or Nurgle might not care, but Tzeentch's clever and cunning believers might not be so sure.

"Jie jie jie! Struggle in vain! You will eventually submit to the all-knowing and all-powerful Holy Tzeentch!"

Kairos Fateweaver held his staff high, and the grimoire at the top turned without wind. After flipping pages with a rustle, a solid magical barrier was erected, absorbing a certain amount of long-range fire for the Daemon army.

"Whoosh—!"

"Sizzle, sizzle!"

Accompanied by sharp, strange laughter, fireballs, either pink or blue, streaked past Sinuoli. These guys, who had more than one pair of hands and whose short torsos were half-occupied by blood-red maws, were Horrors.

They were the most common Tzeentch Daemons, and their master, who enjoyed change, granted them the ability to constantly ascend. Tzeentch's favor could change their color and appearance; those strongest ones, known as "Heralds," could even sit on equal footing with the Lord of Change and lead an army alone.

The Dwarf's height advantage became apparent. With the help of the combat boots on his feet, Sinuoli quickly bypassed and advanced, and soon he approached Kairos, who was in the center of the battle formation, guarded by elite troops.

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"Jie jie jie! That little snake has abandoned you! Submit to my command, and glorious mutation will enhance your wisdom!"

Kairos's sharp screech spread across the entire defensive line under magical amplification. The lack of threats allowed his position in the army formation to be further forward than usual.

The greatest Greater Daemon had never truly trusted his colleagues, but this time Zhaluoke seemed to have been reliable for once. Nine high walls had already been breached, and if that troublesome white-haired Dragon still did not appear, then it must truly be unable to appear!