Warhammer Divine Throne-Chapter 496 - 212, Life Is Currency, Please Use It Wisely_2

Chapter 496: Chapter 212, Life Is Currency, Please Use It Wisely_2

Laine, whose face was covered in burn scars, crawled out of the pit like a Griffin fighting to the death. He raised the Goddess of Revenge, the sword edge cutting through a fierce arc, the flaming blade slicing across the neck of the Great Nurgle Demon.

The Great Sword of the Wound Master also sliced across Laine’s chest.

Even the Spiritual Masterwork Power Armor couldn’t protect Laine anymore. The armor was split open, and the pristine underlayer inside was cut by the sharp giant sword of the Great Chaos Demon, tearing the Divine Chosen Champion’s flesh, dyeing his clothes crimson with his blood.

The roar of the Wound Master was angry and frustrated, having thought the sword strike would have been enough to sever Laine in half, but reality proved otherwise.

"Die, die!" The giant sword slammed down towards Laine again with earth-shattering force.

"Laine, catch this!" At that moment, a crisp voice echoed from the sky.

It was Surya. The female knight, riding a Pegasus, hurried to help, throwing a shield with a blue Pegasus emblem towards Laine. Instinctively, Laine reached out and caught it.

No one knew what the shield was made of, but its sturdy material held surprisingly against the fierce attack of the Great Nurgle Demon, stopping the robust sword in its tracks and deforming the shield.

At some indefinite time, the sun was high in the sky, with the Knight Army led by Knight King Richard arriving on the battlefield. However, the situation remained grim, as the Great Army of Nurgle had swelled to over nine thousand, and the battlefield was evenly matched between the Knight Army and the forces of Nurgle, with new Chaos Legions being deployed onto the blood-soaked field under Nurgle’s will.

The Wound Master continually spewed massive clouds of toxic fog from its body, transforming any knights and horses touched by the fog into pools of blood. Only Holy Grail Knights could hold on for a brief moment.

The Divine Chosen Champion and the Great Nurgle Demon were both severely wounded, yet neither showed signs of stopping. A thrilling yet brutal battle unfolded amidst the poison mist, as every attack from the Wound Master was potent enough to kill Laine on the spot. Yet, the Divine Chosen Champion fought with undaunted courage against the Great Demon, slicing, hacking, and pounding relentlessly, with Laine using his Spiritual Energy to overcome the physical disadvantages, creating one wound after another on the demon.

The power and damage reduction ability of the Great Nurgle Demon became apparent, despite the massive damage inflicted by the Holy Grail Knights. It still retained considerable mobility. Laine knew he owed thanks to Boris Prince-Elector; if not for the wounds inflicted by Boris’s Holy Sword, which could not heal, he might not have endured.

Now, there were heaps of unhealable wounds on its wrists, chest, and legs. Some were left by Laine, some by Boris. Dark crimson pus flowed incessantly over its body; it was clearly weakened.

The flames of the Goddess of Revenge were still blazing. Laine took a deep breath, feeling the impact of blood loss. He had no more time to think; the Great Demon reached out its hand, intending to crush the pesky knight before him.

Laine swung the Goddess of Revenge horizontally, slicing open another wound in the Great Demon’s hand. But when he raised the sword to counterattack, the Great Demon’s hand did not stop and continued its powerful swing, driving the Holy Grail Knight into the mud-filled ground.

Laine felt his nose had been broken, the taste of blood filled his nostrils, his body embedded into the ground as the Great Demon’s massive sword aimed at his chest, planning to pierce him.

Something faster than the giant sword came; the rush of a horse’s hooves reverberated beside the Great Chaos Demon — Lorne! The newly appointed Duke of Connet and Holy Grail Knight charged out from the side, using his Lion’s Spear, piercing the Wound Master’s arm with the sharp Gelonni’s Sword, flesh flying, "Cough! Laine... Keep going! For the Lady!"

He couldn’t stay in the poison fog long, so Lorne quickly exited the battlefield.

"For... the Lady!" Lorne’s efforts bought the Divine Chosen Champion the most precious time. Laine endured the pain, rolled up, and stood, raising the Goddess of Revenge linked to his very bloodline.

Pale blue light surged forth, the Goddess of Revenge wielding incomparable power, cleaving the Great Chaos Demon’s hand wielding the giant sword together with the wrist, and the wails of the Wound Master resounded throughout the battlefield, as Laine stepped on the Great Demon’s rotting, massive belly, climbing up to the wounded chest.

Among multiple wounds on the chest, a black, decaying heart was faintly visible, pulsating violently, covered in maggots and necrotic wounds. Laine’s eyes turned blood-red; this was his target, the Divine Chosen Champion, Holy Grail Knight Commander, Baron Gene raised his sword, aiming at the heart.

Across the vast expanse, the knights, soldiers, and peasant troops fought bravely; the Knight Army advanced onto the battlefield, aiming to assist the Holy Grail Knights and White Wolf Knights, but were obstructed by swathes of Plague Messengers and Chaos Giants.

The tide of battle gradually shifted unfavorably for humans.

In the center of the battlefield, amidst the yellow-green fog, the confrontation between Laine and the Great Nurgle Demon drew to a close.

The time to decide victory had arrived.

"Do you think you’ve won, knight?" The Wound Master’s severed hand still spurted blood; it suddenly laughed, despite its arms being severed, its legs wounded to immobility, its other hand missing three fingers and heavily injured by Lorne, seemingly indicating Laine was about to seize victory.

"Taste this, knight." The Great Nurgle Demon’s cavernous mouth suddenly opened wide as the sword edge neared its chest.

"What?" Laine’s chest felt cold.

From the front chest to the back.

He lowered his head.

The demon’s tongue had shot out from its mouth, penetrating his chest, smashing through his power armor, lacerating his lung lobes, fracturing several ribs, the long and sharp tongue piercing through Laine’s body directly.

"Ahhhh!" The excruciating pain made Laine scream, his trembling hands unable to grip the Goddess of Revenge, the Holy Sword falling to the ground, copious amounts of bright crimson blood flowing along his armor and body.

The Great Demon felt it had won, flicking its tongue to fling the knight away.

It did not succeed; something held its tongue tightly.

"Life is..." The Great Demon heard a whisper.

The knight wasn’t dead?!

"Life is... currency, use it well!!!" Blood flowed from Laine’s eyes, nose, and mouth, gripping the tongue penetrating him with both hands; he nearly unleashed all his Spiritual Power, channeling potent lightning energy through the tongue into the Great Nurgle Demon’s body. The demon thrashed wildly, its entire body convulsing in ripples of fat and tearing muscles, horns swaying, the powerful Spiritual Lightning shattering its life force, destroying everything.

Its injured chest exploded from the Spiritual Storm, revealing the black heart fully.

Laine clutched the tongue penetrating him with his left hand, while from his right wrist extended a long Spiritual Blade, the Divine Chosen Champion exerted his last strength, the Spiritual Blade ablaze with pale blue flame, embodying Laine’s indomitable will and hope, thrusting towards the black heart.

"No!!!" The Great Demon seemed to sense its fate, thrashing wildly, trying to escape its destiny. But Laine refused to let go of the tongue held in his hand, firmly moving inch by inch, despite the heart-wrenching pain.

Along the tongue, with his senses beginning to blur, Laine raised the Spiritual Blade into the demon’s despairing eyes, fully piercing the Great Demon’s black heart, twisting his wrist; the Spiritual Blade shredded the lump of necrotic meat.

The Wound Master’s struggle gradually ceased, and its body slumped.

In the battlefield’s center, a massive explosion sounded, shaking the earth, reversing river currents, as vast and filthy energy erupted from the yellow-green poison mist, obliterating everything within, blowing away countless knights and Chaos Demons, Chaos Warriors fighting fiercely nearby.

The knights hesitated, trying to comprehend what had happened, yet as their vision refocused, an unspeakable joy filled their chests.

Groups of Chaos Demons and Chaos Warriors dissolved under the sunlight, Nurgle’s Kingdom was being severed from the Prime Material World, the Chaos creatures lost their energy source, and the Great Army of Nurgle rapidly declined.

This could only mean one thing.

The Great Nurgle Demon—the Wound Master had been banished.