"Whoosh, whoosh!"
Snorri was breathing heavily as he ran. He had to try to use the little storm power he had gained through memory sharing before he could get used to it in order to survive. This was a huge burden on his mental strength.
His current situation was as if he had watched the combos in the instructional video a few times and then started to operate them directly. Moreover, it was a dangerous situation where he could be killed if he made a mistake.
"I can be compatible with warriors, tanks, spellcasters and even nannies, but it would be too difficult to do the job of an assassin again!"
"Hoo! Hoo!"
"Whoosh!"
Snorri was beginning to tire, but the elite troops around Carlos were not. Not only are they full of energy, but they are also under a lot of pressure. The big demons are not good people, and it is common for their anger to be poured out on their subordinates.
The fire monsters were suspended in the air and waving flames like a carpet. The spellcasters were holding various manifestation treasures to try to find Snorri's figure, while the melee derelicts were frantically swinging their twisted claws. Or tentacles.
As Chaos warriors fall into the arms of the evil god, as their divine favors accumulate, many of them will find that these are more like torture than blessings. Those who cannot hold on will lose the ability to think rationally, and there will no longer be the light of wisdom in their eyes.
Compared to retaining the Chosen Ones and Champions who are full of "wonderful ideas", the coming Great Demons, especially the All-Changing Demon Lord, prefer to recruit this group of guys called "Abandoned". This lack of ambition also prevents them from capturing the invisible Snorri in an efficient manner.
"I have lost my best chance. Judging from the spell-casting ability it has shown, if you give up on killing me and instead use defensive spells to protect yourself, you can't use the Storm Hammer to consume it!"
The dwarf king hid under the soul grinder and gritted his teeth. He was literally at his wits end. The reason why Carlos chose to take the initiative was because it couldn't figure out its own details. Once it figured out the upper limit of its output, it would definitely change its strategy.
"Are we just going to retreat like this and let it continue to direct the attack and rely on the reinforcements who don't know where it is? Even if someone does come to support me, I was the one who set the trap first. It would be weird if I didn't treat him as a Chaos traitor!"
"Then the assassin could have escaped without a single hit?"
The same thought lingers in the minds of followers of Tzeentch who retain the ability to think. The two heavy blows just now were able to break through the protective magic screen of Tzeentch's greatest demon - even though it was weakened by the maelstrom, it was definitely beyond the capabilities of a mortal.
Considering that there are only so many demigods in the world, they are more willing to believe that this is a mortal peak assassin master, who has special skills to stimulate potential to explode beyond the limits of his own strength. Of course, this skill comes at a high price, maybe He had no energy left for the third blow.
"Da da da!"
"Uh-huh!"
The main formation of the Tzeentch Demon Army has fallen into a strange stalemate, but the seventh wall is not as good as this. The fire support of Carlos himself and the long-range demons around him were cut off, and the demon army began to be gradually driven off the city wall in front of the mercenary guards and the Cathay army that restored effective organization.
"Your Majesty, our attack has been blocked!"
"Infinite Pure Treasure Heavenly Lord! Please lead the heavenly soldiers and generals to subdue the demons!"
"How about we walk back?"
For a time, several Tzeentch fanatics around Carlos and the Tzeentch champions were shouting. Compared with the other three minions of the Chaos Evil God, this group of guys was undoubtedly the most frivolous.
Sending all of his subspace subordinates into the mortal world through the maelstrom was also a big burden for Kalos. It had to choose to cooperate with several warbands in the Chaos Wasteland to obtain enough cannon fodder troops.
These temporarily mobilized troops naturally fought bravely to take the lead when fighting against the wind, but once the attack was frustrated, their fighting spirit immediately faded. The military leaders are unwilling to waste their strength - they have troops at their disposal. If all the troops are used up, even if they attack Nangao, there will be no food.
"Stop making noise, stupid mortals! We can see it! If you preach my will and defeat Nan Gao, you will enjoy eternal blessings and live as long as heaven!"
Carlos roared, and from the perspective of its right head, the flames on the high wall would cease, and peace would return to Nangao City. Considering that there is no room for improvement in the world of chaos, but there is infinite room for regression, Carlos cannot stop here.
"It is nervous and lacks trust with its subordinates. This may be an opportunity."
The dwarf moved forward following the steps of the soul grinder. He stroked his beard and found a flaw in this group of guys who had their own evil intentions.
"Watch out on the right!"
"Left front!"
Almost at the same time, Carlos heard a completely different reminder. It urgently summoned a soft but tough magic shield to block the same heavy blows as the previous two on the right side, but the explosion on the ground under its left paw shook it to the ground.
"No! This thing seems to be shaped like a hammer! Hammer, dwarf, yes, the dwarf with the collar. I saw him use it on Kugas! But shouldn't he be in a coma? If he Sober, doesn’t that mean..."
Although he couldn't see anything, Prophet Tzeentch's two heads were turning rapidly. Out of its deep-rooted distrust of its colleagues, it imagined a conspiracy against itself in an instant.
"Hulonglong!"
Then, Carlos heard the howling of the strong wind, which was not unfamiliar to him at all. The previous attacks on Changyuan were all destroyed after this wind roar.
"It's not it, Immortal!"
"Where is the wind coming from?"
"Don't leave! What will we do if you leave?"
"Wait for us! We will come back!"
"Zarok, how dare you deceive us! We must read your book before the Holy Master!"
Ignoring the calls and stops from his subordinates, Carlos struck hard with the Staff of Tomorrow, tearing open the crack and escaping back into the subspace. If you take the initiative to retreat, you will at most lose some mana. If your body is destroyed by the dragon and you want to recast it, the price you have to pay will be huge.
"Hahaha! So what if I knew it was eight hundred years ago, but five hundred years later? In the end, I was still plotting against you!"
Snorri slumped to the ground sweating profusely, but with a smile on his face. Just now, he overloaded his little authority to imitate Miaoying's usual appearance effect that he had seen countless times in his memories.
The strong winds surrounding Biaolong can uproot giant trees and chop an entire team of heavily armored elites into pieces. However, in Snorri's hands, it is nothing more than a mere show of force and can only scare the blind.
His idea was to create an illusion so that Tzeentch's minions who had never witnessed the power of the true dragon would think that the shadow was coming, thereby interfering with Carlos's judgment. But it seemed that those guys were not fooled, but Carlos himself reacted violently. Fortunately, the result is good. It will not be able to come to the mortal world again in a short time.
