Chapter 491: The Three-Race Coalition

"Respected Jungle Spirit, thank you again for your arrival. Gor-Rok is a Lizardman born in the last millennium, and he is also a Spawn chosen by the Creator; only he was hatched from that entire clutch. Please provide him with guidance when you have the time!"

"With you here, we can rest easy. How would the Daemons dare to face the stave left behind by the Guardian of the Palm, Kuiji, once more before the Star Bridge?"

"Hmm!"

The most magnanimous among the heroes nodded slightly; his massive body was crisscrossed with numerous scars and adorned with golden ornaments. Nakai the Wanderer was a first-generation blessed Kroxigor. Due to his immense strength and achievements, the Lizardmen regarded him as the incarnation of the Jungle Spirit, granting him great respect and providing him with a series of ritualistic golden ornaments.

"As you command, I will take care to reinforce the left flank."

Gor-Rok was an albino Lizardman; he was as tall as a standard Temple Guard, yet his frame was as broad as a Kroxigor, as if he were a smaller version of Nakai. The moment Sinuoli appeared, he sensed the extraordinary power unique to a Demigod; by comparison, the High Elf side seemed much thinner.

"The monsters with ranged capabilities will be commanded by Beastmaster Mukamp, and the four of us will also pool our respective mounts for his use."

Lord Molun looked toward the final Lizardman hero; clearly, this was a capable general under his command. If the most revered second-generation Slann were to join the battle, he would ride an Ancient Triangle Dragon equipped with an "Engine of the Gods."

These massive, ancient beasts, besides possessing more formidable strength, had also settled into a state of calm and wisdom. The Engine of the Gods was, as the name implied, a creation of the Old Ones; the Lizardmen did not understand the principles behind it at all, yet they could still rely on experience to activate them to unleash their great power.

"Cold-Blooded ones, their troops are commanded by themselves. If there is no strength, bear the consequences yourself!"

Dwarf Demigod Nakai-Suorsen

Nakai stroked his beard. He could feel powerful Chaos Energy gathering in the vacuum of the Winds of Magic, and the great darkness was also waiting—waiting for the moment the ritual entered deep water and could no longer be stopped.

Lord of the Heavens-Tiketatuo

"Heh heh! The magic of the Warp is endless, and only low-dimensional creatures like you would fantasize about resisting us!"

The sun and moon in the sky were obscured by the gradually spreading energy vortex. Just as the Dwarfs were about to lose their sense of time in the tension, the space at the edge of the anti-magic zone shattered like a mirror, and a small blue bird with brilliant feathers squeezed in.

Air Force Commander Auerte-Yanmei

Dragon of Cothique-Tyrion

"Counting by tens? Perhaps for the Greater Daemons. Don't worry, we will hack until our hands go soft."

The position of the Greater Daemons was far beyond the firing range of the Lizardmen's ranged monsters. The Order side could only watch helplessly as more Lords of Change squeezed out of the rift and joined the further expanding army; very soon, it was large enough for a massive army to pass through.

These cunning fellows decided not to be in a hurry to summon their own kin, and subsequently, a large group of crimson Khorne legions squeezed out.

Namati-Blind Sword Saint of the Tower of Hoeth

Princess Aitila of Tiranoc

High Chanter Kasimier I

Titan-Slayer Bruckner

Slayer King Agam-Ironfist

Although the Lord of Change spat out harsh words from its bird beak, it could not help but feel its knees go weak upon seeing the iron-clad army before the pyramid. It retreated a distance to cast spells from as safe a distance as possible to expand the newly generated Chaos Rift.

After the meeting, Nakai stayed behind to communicate separately with the Lizardman heroes. As a fellow creation of the Old Ones and a genuine Demigod—rather than a "Demigod-level combatant" propped up by equipment or divine favor—he received considerable respect and welcome.

After the Energy Dome took shape, the second-generation Slann felt a bit more at ease; they had a good start. The light dust from Lord Kroak's remains overflowed, likely resonating with his soul being pulled back into this world.

"Sure enough, the Lord of Change is leading the charge. That strike just now was so decisive, I fear Tzeentch himself took action."

The Slann keenly captured the subtle opportunity, using telepathy to instill commands into the minds of every warrior. The Geomantic Web operated at full capacity, and the Winds of Magic around the pyramid were swept away, transforming into a layer of Energy Dome.

Xinquanlin licked his slightly dry lips. What worried him now was mainly the issue of the Chaos Gods taking the field personally. Tzeentch, who enjoyed conspiracy and change, was surely watching this place, so would the other three spare the time?

Gor-Rok, the Great White Lizard of Itza

Questing Knight Kasaian de Pala Weng

Drazhoath-Ashen, Lord of the Azog Legion

"Prepare for battle!"

"Sizzle!"

Two days later, as the Evil Moon in the sky completely hid its form, Grand Astrologer Taito gave a definitive judgment. The quiet rainforest became noisy with the sounds of lizards, and orderly footsteps gathered from all directions.

Eternal Watcher Chakasi

Irelia-Eldest Son of the Phoenix King

Eternal Queen's Handmaiden-Yisitelanna

"Initiate the ritual!"

The leaders of the eight sides issued the same command in different languages. The commanders of the Order side participating in this great battle were as follows:

Rune Master Sitelinge of Weifengbao

Currently, this Dwarf powerhouse's state was equivalent to Tyrion's, both just one step away from ascending to Demigod status. He had rushed from the north to participate in this great battle, also hoping to capture the opportunity for a breakthrough in the process of confronting a strong enemy.

The remains of Lord Kroak were brought out, with five Slann occupying each corner. The geomantic energy washed over the area like a tide, so much so that even Nakai could not help but activate Divine Descent to help stabilize his footing; they were making the final adjustments.

Snuo the Wanderer

"How many Greater Daemons do you think will come? Ten? Twenty?"

When the decision was made to start the resurrection ritual, Itza began a massive demolition. As the place where the Old Ones descended, it still retained a large number of relics and artifacts despite the ravages of the Chaos invasion. The resources and spawning pools accumulated over thousands of years could not be easily destroyed by the flames of war.

"The time has come, assemble and enter the designated positions!"

Slayer Engineer Malakai Makaisson

Standing on the platform at the top of the pyramid again, as far as the eye could see, the prosperous living areas had been basically dismantled. The Chaos Demon Army would be forced to make a death charge on the wide, unobstructed road before they would even have the qualifications to assault the bridgehead.

The Slayer King tucked his helmet, inlaid with a crest, under his arm, his shiny pate glowing with red light. Prince Gelag'amu had gained the recognition of the White Dwarfs and the Ancestor Goddesses for his heroic performance in the water-assault commando unit during the Battle of Eight Peaks. They had ended the grudge that had entangled the Dragonbeard Clan for over three thousand years.

But this was another great shame for Agam. After receiving pointers from Kelag and Nakai, he had gone into seclusion to contemplate the mysteries of extraordinary power, missing that expedition. For this, he and his guards had sworn new Slayer Oaths, continuing to seek a death filled with honor.

Master Malakai gave the final concluding remarks. There was no need to emphasize morale because the coalition was in the center of the Lustria rainforest; without Slann teleportation, they simply lacked the conditions to leave on their own.

Beastmaster Mukamp