Warhammer Divine Throne-Chapter 683 - 303, Attack the Knight Kingdom! _2

Chakoy thought his adoptive father would be pleased to hear the news.

However, Egil said nothing. The Divine Chosen Champion of the Blood God hid his face beneath his bronze helmet, the top of which bore Khorne's Eight-Pillar Emblem. Only a pair of pale eyes emitted a blood-red glow.

"Father?" Chakoy's hood was blown off, revealing his severely mutated face. The Chaos Mage's face was covered with fleshy tumors, he had an extra horn on his head, and in the middle of his forehead was a bloody hole with a white eyeball inside.

"The destruction of the Southern People was destined long ago." Egil said calmly, his deep voice as resonant as a mountain: "The Southern People have forsaken the redemption of the deities and true civilization. Only by believing in the true four deities of the north can they find self-redemption, and thus their only fate is destruction. I will bring true civilization and faith."

"Now, I am here, and the cowardly Southern People shall inevitably be destroyed, only blood and glory shall remain forever."

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Leonais Duchy, Landri Town.

Located in the northwest of the Leonais Duchy along its long coastline, there is a vast northwestern coast and island group. This area is very prosperous, densely populated, with many residents living there. As numerous marine products can be caught in this location, the peasants' lives are quite decent, and the residents pray devoutly to the Lake Fairy every day, seeking her blessing to protect them from being swallowed by the turbulent Great Sea or attacked by the Northern Barbarian pirates.

Perhaps it is the protection of the Lake Fairy that has kept Landri always peaceful and uneventful.

Just like today, as usual, fishermen were on the beach praying to the Lake Fairy.

Normally, knights do not allow peasants to worship the Lake Fairy. Peasants generally worship other deities of the Old World, such as Merciful Goddess Shalya, White Wolf War God Yurik, Death God Moore, Sea God Manannan, Earth Mother Goddess Leia, God of Wisdom and Justice Fulena, God of War Mirmiya, or the Southern Sect's three main deities of the Empire South: God of Justice, God of Life, and God of Magic.

However, the faith in the Lake Fairy is deeply rooted in Brittania, prompting people to willingly recite the holy name of the Goddess, and the knights are reluctant to forbid the peasants' reverence for their Lady.

This is also the case on the island of Landri, where residents are more inclined to believe that it is the protection of the Lake Fairy that has allowed them to return safely from storms and waves.

On the seaside, several fishermen were kneeling and praying: "Praise the Lady! Thank the Lady for granting us peace."

An old fisherman was also leading the prayer. His skin, tanned dark by years under the sun, was covered with wrinkles. He glanced at the sky with worry and merely sighed inwardly.

This year's harvest was not good. The small island produced hardly any decent crops. Landri is a wealthy little island, yet most of the peasants' three meals still consisted mainly of fish, with only some black bread for supper.

Fortunately, the peasants here were not yet starving; their lives were still manageable.

The recent days brought storms to the sea, making it impossible for the fishermen to go out. As they prayed, they complained about the bad weather, then prepared to return to their homes in the fishing village to spend the day by warm hearths and with busy work.

At that moment, at the edge of their sight, a few black dots appeared on the other side of the horizon.

"Hey? What is that?" The farmers curiously peered at the black dots.

The old fisherman also looked at the distant black dots with puzzled eyes, feeling a touch of bad premonition rising in his heart.

The black dots soon became a dozen, then two dozen, and then more. As time went on, the fishermen realized they must be ships.

"Strange, how can ships sail in this stormy weather?" A peasant muttered: "What does this mean? It means the storm might not be that bad. Should we try to go out to sea too? Catch whatever we can."

"Hey, you." Another peasant scoffed: "Those are big ships, first-class ships, not like your repeatedly repaired broken fishing boat. Look at them; those ships are large and sturdy, definitely able to withstand the storm."

The peasants continued to gaze in curiosity.

The black dots drew nearer, gradually revealing their true form.

These were several black dragon ships, with dragon heads and skulls as figureheads, their massive sails adorned with black octagonal patterns, fading in and out of sight amidst the storm.

The old man looked incredulously at the black imprint on the sails, rubbing his eyes vigorously.

He saw the black imprint once more.

"We're done for...finished." The old fisherman's knees went weak, almost collapsing to the ground. The farmer beside him quickly supported him: "Old Wood, what's the matter with you?"

"Doom...Our doom has arrived." The old fisherman's face showed sorrow, anger, helplessness, but most prominently, deep fear: "The Northern calamity star has come, destruction descends, everything withers. That is the Northern Barbarians' plundering fleet; they have come to Landri. We're...done!"

"The Northern Barbarians' plundering fleet?" The peasants were immensely shocked, quickly grabbing the old fisherman: "Impossible! Isn't there a storm raging in the north? How could the Northern Barbarians' plundering fleet come here?"

"No, it's definitely the Northern Barbarians' fleet; I won't mistake it." The old fisherman's face was left only with terror, deep terror that seeped into his bones, his face pale, his body trembling and drenched in cold sweat: "I won't mistake it, because I've been through it."

"When I was eight, early one morning my father went out to fish, but unlike normal, he returned by mid-morning with fear on his face, stuffing me into the cellar under our home, instructing that no matter what I heard, I mustn't come out."

"Throughout that day, I heard countless sounds of terrible screams, calls for help, the roaring flames... When the reinforcements finally pulled me out of the cellar, I saw only ruins. Houses burned in blazing fires, the entire village turned into hell, everyone killed with heads piled as high as hills. My father was torn in half, and my mother impaled on a spike... I was the only survivor of the village."

"That was the Northern Barbarians' doing, bearing the Chaos's octagonal emblem. I won't mistake it, I definitely won't mistake it. They haven't forgotten me; they merely spared my life, left me to linger here, and now they've returned to collect their dues. We...are doomed."

The peasants exchanged horrified glances and took to their heels, grabbing their belongings and fleeing.

Only the old fisherman remained kneeling silently on the beach.

The dragon ships approached, under the Chaos Octagonal Emblem and the Blood God Khorne's Eight Pillar Holy Emblem, as one hundred dragon ships from the Skalings Tribe gradually neared the shore. The beach was filled with the fleeing and wailing figures of fishermen.

As the first dragon ship landed on the beach, hundreds and thousands of Skalings Barbarian Warriors roared as they disembarked, these bloodthirsty axe bearers striding onto the beach, charging toward the fleeing fishermen.

"Red Eye" Egil, the King of Skalings, disembarked from the largest dragon ship, his footsteps heavy and deliberate, before he drew his Hell Battleaxe and cleaved the kneeling, death-seeking old fisherman in two: "Such cowardly Southern People, kneeling to beg for mercy is something only Southern People would do."

"Relay my orders, every Southern person who dares oppose us will be given a dignified death by axe and sword. Every Southern person who surrenders and ceases resistance will be impaled on stakes to die! Slaughter every living thing seen, offering their skulls and blood to the Great Blood God!"

"Oh! Oh!" The Barbarian Warriors and Plunderers responded madly to Egil's command, cruelly slaying everything alive they saw and taking everything they could.

The distant village was immediately engulfed by fire and smoke, its meager defenses and weak resistance quickly disappearing.

"Let these decayed, backward Southern inferiors experience our Northern superiority! Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull offering to the Skull Throne! For blood and glory! For Khorne!"

"For Khorne!!!"

On this day, all of the dozen villages along the coast of Landri turned to ruins. Thousands of Brittania people were slaughtered, with no survivors.