Warhammer Divine Throne-Chapter 685 - 305: The Kingdom’s Northern Dilemma

A dark ritual, this ceremony was both a stringent gift from the God of Darkness and an inevitable vent for desire. Egil's great tent had been shaking inside the Lake Fairy Temple on Landri Island for several days before it finally concluded.

Undoubtedly, they will give birth to a Dark Son, and under the blessings of Khorne, this child can be born in as little as two months or even sooner.

Now, Egil, the Chosen Champion of Khorne, Chaos Mage Chakoy, Chaos Champion Cowendeve, Egil's nephew, who is also a Chaos Champion, Egil-Yar (hereafter referred to as Yar) gathered in the now-ruined temple to discuss the next course of action.

"We will head south, we will kill every Brittania person we see, we will destroy everything we encounter. Until my child is born, I will use the blood of countless Southern People to celebrate my son's birth." Egil sat on his black skull throne, addressing the several Chaos Champions and Chaos Mage Chakoy: "But before that, I need to wait for the follow-up army to arrive here, Cowendeve, tell me, how long until my army arrives?"

"About five more days." Chaos Champion Cowendeve placed his large axe by his foot, his face marked with several lines of paint, along with the Chaos Mark, symbolic of his status as a Chaos Champion.

"Then we shall wait a bit longer." Egil decided to await the arrival of the Skalings' great army.

Undoubtedly, the five thousand Barbarian army by Egil's side were elite warriors, but Egil knew well that while Barbarian warriors were fierce, they indeed lacked heavy siege weapons as an indisputable fact.

Once the northern Chaos Mammoths and Chaos Dwarves' Chaos Hell Cannons reach the frontlines, it will be the end for the Southern People!

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Duke of Leonais Dalheid remained unaware of the matters up north, entangled in his own court, overwhelmed by the insurgency of the northern peasants who had taken over the castle. He was still planning the troops to reclaim lost ground, not particularly concerned about the lack of updates from Landri Island along the coast.

Duke Dalheid was still devising how to organize an army to suppress the peasant rebellion.

Meanwhile, at the Holy Grail Knight branch in Kulona, Holy Grail Knight Commander Jules received a prophetic dream from the Lake Fairy.

A massive Barbarian army had already landed on Landri!

Upon hearing this news, Jules, understanding its gravity, hurriedly got up.

It was still early morning, dawn hadn't broken yet. The early hours in Kulona were eerily quiet, with no one on the streets. Jules woke abruptly, clutching his chest, gasping for breath.

"My Lady... you have entrusted me with such a significant responsibility... I will not fail you," Jules murmured to himself, the blanket slipping off his body, revealing his scar-covered physique.

Jules stroked his beard. He was quite old, no longer young.

A pair of white jade arms extended from behind him, wrapping around his neck: "What's wrong, dear, won't you sleep a little longer?"

A beautiful woman in a sheer nightgown embraced him from behind.

"I received a divine message from the Lady, Anna, I must enter the palace to see His Majesty Richard." Jules placed his hand on the woman's hand, his robust body displayed before her, his eyes shining brilliantly, the room filled with radiant light.

"The Lady's message?!" This woman was none other than Jules' lover, Anara, sister of Count Kaled of Bastogne Duchy. Upon hearing it was a message from the Lake Fairy, she immediately knew something significant was afoot.

"It's an urgent matter, Anna, I'm leaving now, you go back to sleep." Jules rose and began to dress.

"No, the Lady's orders take precedence over everything, let me help you." Anara got up, eyes filled with loving light, and began to assist Jules in donning his full armor.

A set of armor comparable to a work of art was taken down, every inch of its surface detailed with complexity, covered in ancient scriptures, with elaborate silver ornaments embedded into every detail. A shimmering blue cloak billowed in the wind, its lining made of soft premium fur, the cloak fastened at the front with a large Holy Grail-shaped golden brooch. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

After Anara adorned Jules with numerous prayer ornaments and Holy Artifacts, she patted his shoulder: "Alright, you should set off now."

Jules nodded silently.

At daybreak, this Holy Grail Knight Commander leveraged his privilege as the head of the Holy Grail Knight Order's Kulona branch to forcibly enter the Royal Palace.

An hour later, Kulona Palace, dining room.

A long table, several meters in length, is laid with a white cloth, placing bread and breakfast upon it, accompanied by honey and cheese.

With greying hair, Richard donned casual wear, lifting a mug of hot milk, addressing the Holy Grail Knight beside him: "Jules, you shouldn't have disturbed me at this hour."

The aging king coughed several times. He had not been sleeping well recently. Even though the king could rest on the kingdom's softest bed, with down pillows imported from High Elves, Richard tossed and turned every night, perhaps due to age, or perhaps recent affairs weighing on his mind.