Warhammer Divine Throne

Chapter 1161: Chapter 502: Bloody Battle at Starlight Bridge (Part 3)

However, Lu Gade committed the most foolish mistake in this duel. As the Great Nurgle Demon opened its mouth, the Hand of the Gods on Kuga’s left hand was already activated, emitting the purest cosmic light of origin, created by the Ancient Saints in ancient times.

Warlord Kuga immediately leapt up, using the Divine Tlanxla Spear for leverage to jump higher. Just as Lu Gade opened its mouth to laugh, the Hand of the Gods had already been stuffed into its mouth.

The laughter of the Great Nurgle Demon ceased abruptly.

Then at the center of the battlefield, a sound resembling a bomb exploding in quicksand echoed through the endless chaotic battle on the Starlight Bridge.

With the activation of the Hand of the Gods, the head of the Great Nurgle Demon, Lu Gade, burst into pieces like a watermelon.

Warlord Kuga roared loudly, declaring his victory as the Hand of the Gods clenched forcefully, and the Nurgle Demon’s eyeballs were crushed into smoldering debris by the pure white flames of the Hand of the Gods.

With the collapse of the Great Nurgle Demon, the nodes connecting the Mortal World and the Chaos Domain began to destabilize. The fissures opened by the Evil Gods wavered, and the Nurgle Demon Legion started to collapse. Most demons disintegrated instantly, while the remaining High-Tier Nurgle Demons struggled to hold on.

”Ah ah ah!” At this moment, another scream emanated from the gate of the Great Pyramid, a scream so piercing it drew the gaze of the entire battlefield.

Fugen was pulling the power longsword out of the chest of the Slaanesh Demon Prince Azazel. The once arrogant Demon Prince was covered in wounds and purple blood, gradually falling. Azazel struggled painfully to breathe, wanting to say something.

Fugen didn’t give it the chance to speak. With a flick of the wrist, Azazel’s ox head fell to the ground.

The likes of the Slaanesh Demon Prince.

Killed, it is just killed.

The exile of the Slaanesh Demon Prince Azazel finally triggered chaos within the Demon Army. After losing two nodes consecutively, the Wind of Chaos became unstable, and the passage between the Mortal World and the Chaos Domain was collapsing. The formerly powerful chaos demons experienced intermittent support from Chaos Energy.

”It’s now... now!” At this moment, Mazda Moody finally took action. Under its command, the remaining dozen demon toads simultaneously raised their hands.

They arranged themselves into a neat array of points of order light.

After thousands of years, the pyramids of Itaza were activated once again, and hundreds of energy beams under the guidance of Mazda Moody shot straight into the sky, emanating the universal power of the Ancient Saints.

A dozen demon toads simultaneously exerted their full effort, forming a dazzling beam of order light piercing the gloomy sky, striking the fissures between the Chaos Domain and the Mortal World.

This was a great confrontation, right upon the Starlight Bridge. The loyal servants of the Ancient Saints exhausted their power, fighting to protect.

Finally, after consuming astonishing amounts of magic power, the fissures were sealed, and almost instantly, all chaos demons turned to ash. Having endured massive magical power consumption, all but the Great Demon Lord, Mazda Moody, among the dozen or so demon toads fell into a coma.

However, the Lizardman and Human Alliance Army barely had a moment to catch their breath when dozens of dimensional lightning cannons fired from the forest, accompanied by cannonballs laden with deadly plague landing near the Great Pyramid. The splashes from the distant plague cannonballs began to burn.

The ancient stone-carved monuments began to smoke upon contact with the foul substance. Even the hardest stones began to dissolve and vaporize into a nauseating green mist when the plague mixture bubbled.

Humans and lizardmen touched by the toxic fumes melted into a pool of sludge within seconds.

Lord Skuk, wielding the Plague Incense Burner, led the ocean-like Plague Guard onto the battlefield. The toxic smoke pervading the air made the Plague Monks agitated and excited, and then a never-ending tide of Skaven Ratmen surged over all the roads surrounding the Great Pyramid. Viewed from above, one would see a torrential tide of Ratmen sweeping across the entire city.

Hundreds of banners and totems were hoisted high in this sea of plague. Filthy runes made of dimensional stones bestowed blessings on every Skaven Ratman on the battlefield.

”yesyes! The victory of the Great Holy War is within reach!”

”Frog things, diedie!”