Chapter 497: Three-Pronged Assault

The Lizardmen's intervention caused the Nurgle daemon army's advance to falter, allowing Sitelinge of Weifengbao to stabilize their footing and organize a defensive line. Sinuoli understood that only hard battles could allow generals to achieve true growth; therefore, after assessing that the battlefield situation remained controllable, he did not immediately return to the Dwarf battle formation to take over command.

The object in Gor-Rok's claw was known as the Urumake Great Club, a product of the era of the Old Ones; legend had it that one could receive the guidance of the Old Ones while wielding it. What form this guidance took, perhaps no Lizard could clearly explain, but it seemed to possess the weight of a thousand jun, and in a few strikes, it sliced open the belly of a Greater Daemon that had been knocked to the ground, with fatty intestines and filth spilling all over the ground for all to see.

"The so-called 'White Giant Rock' should refer to its inability to be shaken in battle, not that it cannot be moved like a mountain in command. The pointy-ears are going to have trouble!"

"You block my path, Asur. Step aside, and I might give you a gift, a gift I rarely bestow upon other toys—that is, a quick and gentle death!"

Before Sinuoli's voice had even faded, Slaanesh's subordinates also arrived at close quarters. N'Kari had long been impatient; it stepped out with its long legs and kicked off the guardrail of the Star Bridge with force, its two hooves treading on thin air in mid-air, leaping directly past the side of the obstructive Nurgle army.

"Hah, ah!"

"Bang!"

Relying on sound to distinguish positions, Namati executed a parry using muscle memory born from countless sword swings, but clearly, the Greater Keeper of Secrets' style was not within the scope of his training. He knocked aside the strange sword that stabbed at him but was struck squarely by the giant pincers growing from the Greater Daemon's ribs; just as it seemed he was about to perish, a divine emblem at his waist activated and saved his life.

This Namati was also a legendary figure; before his eyes were blinded, he was the White Tower's most outstanding magic swordsman. After being blinded by the Witch Queen during the campaign against the Dark Elves, he did not sink into despair, instead applying his experience to forge weapons for the younger generation of Swordmasters.

The Elf god of smithing, who went blind in his battle against Khaine, favored him. Namati became a Wa'er Musi, gaining the god's techniques and super-strong insight, allowing him to use a sword again.

"You have angered me, mortal! I shall bestow upon you and your descendants legendary pain, letting it echo forever in the halls of Youxingzhe Yaosai!"

Being unable to take down a blind man while surrounded by demons made N'Kari feel extremely humiliated. It roared, spat out harsh words, and used all four limbs to swat away the arrow rain from the Sisters of Awalong—lacking the blessing of the Winds of Magic, they could do nothing to the Great Unclean One, but it was still effective against the soft-skinned Greater Keeper of Secrets.

"Your curse is as limp and powerless as the thing between your legs!"

The dense formation did not affect the movements of Malhandir; this was the most fierce and majestic Elven warhorse in the world. The Knights of Bretonnia could not manage their own mounts in its presence—the mares would uncontrollably go into heat, and the stallions would timidly kneel beneath its hooves.

It trotted with elegant steps, carrying Tyrion to meet N'Kari. It was true that the Slaanesh Greater Daemon possessed extraordinary strength, but the King of Horses had seen bigger battles; it did not even fear the ancient Black Dragon under Malekith!

"This Dragon Armor is truly shameless; any further and it would become a Causality Weapon. It's a pity it can only protect himself!"

Seeing Tyrion relying on the advantage of his Dragon Armor, attacking without defending, and wielding his Sunfang sword to slash and chop while fighting three Greater Daemons without falling behind, Sinuoli could not help but secretly marvel. But the goal of so many Greater Keepers of Secrets this time was not his head; after N'Kari took the lead to entangle him, the other daemons advanced rapidly.

"For the Phoenix King! Charge!"

Compared to forming a shield wall, the Elves adopted a more aggressive approach—Princess Aitila drove her chariot as the spearhead, gathering chariots and cavalry from two kingdoms to organize a counter-charge in the narrow space, relying on the extraordinary acceleration of pure-blooded Elven warhorses.

"Young people, they don't understand how to judge the situation at all!"

This tactic was indeed eye-catching; a cavalry charge in a narrow space could theoretically produce a devastating blow, but the actual effect was quite tragic. Although the Greater Keepers of Secrets were fragile, that was only in comparison to other giant entities; the experience they had honed in endless wars far exceeded that of mortals.

The Greater Keeper of Secrets facing the Princess's chariot saw that there was no way to avoid it, so it simply emptied the energy maintaining its form to use a high-level "Dreamy Seduction." The elite riders of Kosque and Tailuoluoke might barely be able to resist that happy, pleasurable temptation, but their mounts could not.

The noble Elven warhorses suddenly slowed their flying hooves and began to stroll leisurely. This brief pause caused the momentum of their counter-charge to leak away; without the blessing of impact force, the cavalry could only suffer the cruel harvest of the Greater Daemons behind them.

"The Great Plan, guide me!"

Lacking the blessing of the Winds of Magic, the arrow rain of the Sisters of Awalong could not suppress the giant units. Seeing the Slaanesh daemon army behind about to rush in through the gap, Nakai could not sit still; it strode forward and swung its club, sending a Greater Daemon that was killing to its heart's content flying.

"Don't! You come ba..."

A foreboding premonition welled up in Sinuoli's heart. He wanted to call back the First-Generation Kroxigor, but he opened his mouth and swallowed the words. It was already difficult enough for Dwarfs and High Elves to fight side-by-side; if he didn't take action himself, it would be inappropriate to stop the Lizardmen from reinforcing.

Nakai was like an unstoppable bulldozer, but the Greater Keeper of Secrets possessed agility that did not match its size; the spiked club in its hand frequently landed on empty air, and it was lured further and further away from the main army.

"Destruction, slaughter!"

"Gaga-ga! Let's have an interesting trick!"

When it and its Kroxigors became entangled with the Slaanesh daemon army, ear-splitting, strange shrieks tore through the previously silent sky. Chaos Hun-dun Nüyao belonging to the Four Gods surged out from the fog of war like a tide.

Among them were Tzeentch daemons riding magic discs or riding Screaming Flying Sharks. They participated simply to provide energy to the low-level Hun-dun Nüyao so they would not automatically disintegrate before entering the range of the Order faction's long-range firepower.

"Warriors, intercept them actively!"

Tiketatuo rode its Pterodactyl, Zwap, which did not even put the God of Death in its eyes, and flew up to gain altitude to command. The Lizardmen's conventional air power mainly consisted of two major parts—

Ranged teams riding swift and agile Pterodactyls, using javelins, blowdarts, or deadly fire-leech slings, and warriors driving strong and bloodthirsty Ripperdactyls, using melee weapons. But no matter the type, they all needed to get close to the enemy to be effective.

"Save the firepower for the Bloodthirsters in the back!"

On the battlefield where shouts and ravings were intertwined, Sinuoli used his Storm Authority to organize the defense. The Lizardmen's air force shot down various Hun-dun Nüyao like fireworks, but their numbers were simply too great; in the end, they covered the main attackers behind them as they traveled nearly half the distance.

"Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!"

Facts proved his guess correct. Kabanha, leading nearly twenty Bloodthirsters, rushed out from the toxic mist fanned by the Plague Fly riders, tearing open a gap the moment they made contact. They were highly disciplined and did not linger in battle; the attacks of the Pterodactyls and riders landed on their brass heavy armor without even leaving a mark.