CHAPTER 204: CHAPTER 115: BRUTAL VICTORY AND MASS BREAKTHROUGHS (DOUBLE-LENGTH CHAPTER)

Yet Skaven Blood Fury could not do so. He was a servant favored by the Blood God! The Chaos Gods’ rewards always have conditions: if Skaven were ever to flee from battle and disgrace Khorne, he would instantly transform into a Chaos Egg.

At the moment Skaven decided to strategically retreat and turned to flee, a grotesque mutation erupted violently on his body.

His flesh began to twist violently, muscles and skin torn apart by invisible forces, flesh and tissues splattering around, and under the influence of chaotic energy, his body started to disintegrate.

As his flesh disintegrated, Skaven’s bones started emitting a piercing cracking sound, re-woven by chaotic energy into a massive, deformed egg-like structure adorned with spikes and tumors, appearing extremely grotesque.

His mind then began to blur; his screams and roars were engulfed by chaotic energy, leaving only terror of Khorne and the despair of the impending endless agony.

Once all the flesh and bones were utterly reshaped by chaotic forces, Skaven Blood Fury ceased to exist, replaced by a colossal Chaos Egg with only two legs, still rampaging on the battlefield.

But just like the collapse of that small mountain-sized chain axe, Skaven lost the Divine Chosen Level power, and that remaining Chaos Egg was utterly insufficient to pose a significant threat to the stormy coalition forces.

Even elite soldiers dared to boldly launch attacks against it.

When Hilude leaped off the warhorse, the fierce sword light pierced through the Chaos Egg from the top, slicing off the Dwarf King’s horn, and the colossal monster finally fell like a landslide.

With the annihilation of the last monster, the battlefield finally erupted with the soldiers’ waves of cheers.

"We’ve won!"

"Won? Did we really win? Defeated that blood-drenched sealed monster?"

"Praise the Sun Goddess! We’ve achieved victory! Praise the Lord; we shall claim our reward in victory!"

"Victory forever!"

Countless soldiers cried with joy, tears welling up as they praised the protection of the Divine Spirit and prayed for their fallen comrades.

Their tears were not out of weakness but for their respect and love for life.

When Hilude handed the Rare Level horn to Su Li, Su Li finally began to recover a little strength under the enhancement of the Endurance Potion.

He held the horn and asked Hilude, "How are the dwarves doing?"

Hilude looked somewhat sorrowful and softly said, "They are collecting the bodies of their fallen comrades. They suffered too much loss; many were chopped into pieces beyond reconstruction into a whole body. Including the dwarf commander Mudalin, the dwarves went to great lengths to find his head in the piles of flesh, already so damaged."

"Alas!" Hearing Hilude’s description of the tragedy, Su Li couldn’t help but feel a pang in his nose; this battle was indeed too disastrous.

Before the battle, he never imagined that even Mudalin, the dwarf commander, would fall.

To be honest, Mudalin wasn’t well-liked.

His temper was irritable, his character stubborn, and he was proud and arrogant.

It was him commanding the dwarves, stubbornly opposing Su Li’s tactics, which led to such a grievous outcome of this battle.

One could say, if Dorglin were the dwarf commander and willing to heed Su Li’s advice, the casualties among the dwarves might have been much less.

Su Li also didn’t particularly like Mudalin, considering him rigid, rude, and not an outstanding partner.

But no one could deny that this dwarf commander genuinely cared for the dwarves’ interests and fought tooth and nail for the peace of the Gray Mountain Range.

In the critical moment of demon rampage and unstoppable peril, he courageously forged ahead with the fearless spirit of fighting against overwhelming odds, stalling the demons’ advance for giving the dwarf ranged forces time to output.

He fought bloodily to the end, the unyielding spirit motivating the entire coalition, leading to the triumphant charge of driving out the Divine Chosen Level demons.

So, you might say his temper is harsh and stubborn, but no one can deny his loyalty to the dwarves and his contribution to this battle; he lived and died with honor!

Su Li sighed and said, "The death of Mudalin, the dwarf commander, is a significant loss for us and for Redbeard Castle. When they depart, let’s dispatch a Minister of Foreign Affairs from our territory to Redbeard Castle to offer condolences."

With the demonic forces of the largest power in the north cleared, a large number of monsters in the western part of the Gray Mountain Range were wiped out, and the road from Hesse Territory to the Gray Mountain Range was finally open.

Afterward, the territory indeed needs a talented person with exceptional diplomatic skills to serve as the Minister of Foreign Affairs.

Su Li thought Hartskline would be a good choice; this old half-elf always held a pipe, warm and kindhearted.

Moreover, she is flexible and understands how to soothe various tensions. The key is she is a half-elf, naturally possessing a trait of closeness with others; possibly she could forge good relations with dwarves, ogres, and mountain tribes while traversing the Gray Mountain Range.

Hilude nodded and said, "I’ll arrange this matter later and send a caravan to Redbeard Castle simultaneously."

With this arrangement completed, Su Li asked concernedly, "What about our casualties? Have they been counted?"

Hilude slowly replied, "The counting is done. Not many of our knights died, with under forty knights fallen, including 8 elite knights. But the Armed Attendants suffered severe losses, confronting Khorne’s formidable warriors and bloodthirsty demons with mortal bodies, the Armed Attendants had nearly two hundred casualties; even with the full treatment from the Medical Knights and Dawn Church nuns, the loss will exceed a hundred!"