Infinite Gentleman

As he stopped sincerely, a bruised chaos troll next to him panted, roaring and killing him.

Although he had been at a disadvantage in previous battles with Sincerity, seeing that Battlefield Yuanzheng was distracted in the battle, the troll was still very angry-even such a monster with low IQ, he felt the contempt and contempt of Battlefield Yuanzheng.

In the terrifying roar, the troll, like a moving chariot, once again rushed toward sincerity!

"It must be nothing good."

While commenting this way, Zhanchangyuan genuinely jumped up easily, let the troll's claws pass, and stopped steadily on its arm.

After stunned for a while, the troll grabbed his arm even more angrily-then "click" to smash the joints and bones there. At the same time, the original sincerity of the battlefield jumped to its head again.

The sharp pain in his arm made the troll completely lose his mind.

In a terrifying roar, the troll smashed his head with all his strength.

With a "crack", blood and muddy brains were scattered all over, and the battlefield steadily landed at a safe distance, Yuanyuan shrugged, and then looked around-around, the heavily armed Chaos warriors immediately came close to the enemy, subconsciously Take a step back.

"...Huh." Sincerely hummed, then shook his head.

Out of the corner of his eye, he looked around. It's already deep. If you continue to fight. He may be fine, but the soldiers of the Elius Legion will probably be surrounded and then wiped out.

"Then, come here today, everyone," said with a sincere smile. After speaking, he turned around easily, exposing the flaws in his back generously, and then shouted to the other Imperial Army soldiers: "Enough, soldiers, let's go back to camp." Then he walked forward without hesitation.

Not far behind him, the Chaos Warriors continued to face the enemy.

As the sincerity returned step by step, they followed suit step by step, maintaining a corresponding "safe" distance.

"Oh..." So, Battlefield Hara sighed sincerely--even though he didn't specify a target, the Chaos Warriors could still hear a deep ridicule from his sigh--

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

As a result, several Chaos Warriors couldn't bear it, and roared and pounced at him--others who were not brave enough--or reckless believers waited nervously, staring at the sincere figure--

The next moment, they saw a dark red light and shadow suddenly appear. Then they disappeared suddenly, and several Chaos Warriors who attacked immediately fell softly. However, the original sincerity of the battlefield kept calm from beginning to end, moving forward without increasing or decreasing speed--

"So fast." Chaos Warlock couldn't help sighing, and then compared the battlefield Yuanzheng with the great warriors he knew. The final conclusion made him excited. He didn't know the second strong man who could shoot from behind and accurately "point" the throat of five Chaos Warriors in an instant, none of them.

"This guy is the best experiment!" He confirmed this with excitement-at the same time, Battlefield Yuanzheng turned his head fiercely, piercing the chaos warlock with his cold eyes through the crowd.

The Chaos Warlock named Alexandre couldn't help his heart beating fiercely and found emotions that hadn't been seen in hundreds of years.

That is fear.

"Hmph, hum, hum hahahahahaha!"

After a brief astonishment, the Chaos Warlock laughed happily: "Interesting, funny, so funny! Holy Ghost, Lord of Deception, is this your test for me?! Is it?! Yes. Really?! Don’t worry, my master, I will never let you down. Hahahahahahahaha..."

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Chapter 13 More Variables

The morale of the Chaos camp is low.

After the loss of a whole team of Chaos Knights and a whole team of Chaos Warriors, three gangs completely disintegrated, and even a Chaos Champion and the manticore he was riding on were slaughtered, the morale of the Chaos camp was low.

Although there are many guys in the camp who are devout and crazy, they are willing to fight for the evil god's will for life. But there are still many guys who lack piety.

They are more concerned about what they can get from God than devoting their lives to the faith of evil gods. This may sound a bit rebellious, but it is the true thoughts of more than 70% of ordinary believers in the Chaos camp.

These guys constitute the backbone and main force of the legion. That is to say, the predator army-originally, rather than destroying everything, these guys prefer to conquer and plunder.

Forming a battle gang or riding a dragon head battleship as a pirate is just to plunder more capital, food and life necessities, so that your tribe can live more comfortably.

As for the great will of Chaos Cthulhu, destroying the world, killing all enemies.

Many predators feel that that kind of thing is too far away from them.

The smarter ones might even think: "If the world is destroyed, how will you live?" Such questions.

Thus, after encountering a hard bone, the morale of the Chaos camp was naturally low.

In contrast, the morale of the Ellius Legion was high-even though the Legion lost more than 130 soldiers in one day's fierce battle. It accounts for 15% of the total number of the legion-but the legion is still very excited.

They won. They succeeded in repelling thousands of Chaos Army under the condition of absolute inferior force. Successfully survived on the battlefield like hell.

Just thinking about it is exciting enough. The guys were rare to be generous, and took out some treasured spices, in addition to a little outrageous ale with low alcohol content.

The whole camp was filled with a cheerful atmosphere. It's like a holiday. The soldiers held weapons in one hand and wine glasses in the other. While shouting: "Long live the emperor!" While using cheap alcohol to numb his spirit.

Of course, this "cheap" is just a sincere and subjective opinion of the battlefield.

In this era of low productivity, it is a luxury in itself to be able to make wine with something as precious as food.

However, at this joyous moment, there are still people who are incompatible with this joyous atmosphere.

For example, the battlefield is sincere.

"So, do you have hunches?"

This is not the first time the old general has asked this question.

"...Well, I'm not sure." Sincere and slightly confused, he said, "But one thing is certain. There are strong guys on the other side."

"A strong guy? How strong is it? Is the chaos champion you killed that strong?"

"No, much better than that." Sincerely said: "It's definitely not an ordinary Chaos warrior, the champ character. Even the ordinary Chaos Lord can't compare him."

"Is it a high-level demon?!" The old general asked in surprise: "Did that kind of profanity appear?"

"Well, no, it shouldn't be either." Sincerely shook his head again: "I remember that such things are difficult to appear in the material world. Usually, it takes a lot of energy, or magic, to summon a high-level demon. Large-scale Sacrifice or use some kind of Chaos artifact. But the other party doesn't have that kind of thing."

"Then don't worry." The old general waved his hand and said-he seemed to have more faith in sincerity than he was sincere.

"maybe."

The battlefield was sincere and noncommittal, then stood up and prepared to leave.

"Are you going to rest?" the old general asked.

"Well, yes." Replied sincerely: "But before that, I have to do some exercise before bedtime.

"Exercise before going to bed... Don't go too far." The old general immediately understood what he meant by sincerity, and then exhorted, "The soldiers don't have the energy to fight another battle."

"I see." He took the dinner that belonged to him, held it in his arms, and left without looking back sincerely.

Despite being a hero, he is a messenger of the emperor. But the sincere dinner on the battlefield is no different from the average soldier, black bread mixed with wood chips, plus hard dried meat that can be used as a weapon. It seemed to be moldy at any time, a piece of cheese that my father Nurgle must like very much, and an ale that smelled like horse urine.

"I suddenly wanted to take refuge in Chaos." Sincerely walked, he muttered: "At least the food over there should be better than the one here."