Chapter 1266: The Greatest Grey Prophet, Lord Chuan Kui Luo

"Victor, it's time to work!"

Gragrim didn't care whether human knees could withstand the feedback of a 30-meter jump. He threw away the chain axe and began to spin on the spot, turning into a whirlwind top to whip the approaching ratman.

"Damn it." Victor felt pain in his knees. Even after the cushioning of rolling, it was by no means without any effect.

He bit his lips tightly, looked at the countless pairs of scarlet eyes in the darkness, took off his hat, and stuck a candle on the tip of his hat.

"In the darkness, there is still a ray of light to guide...to avoid eternal loss."

"Don't keep mumbling, Sigmar despises people who talk nonsense before the war."

Victor was very pleased to hear Sigmar's teachings from the dwarf. The teachings he had been telling along the way were not in vain. The dwarf brother recognized the greatness of the Hammer of Heroes.

"Brother Dwarf... In the name of Sigmar, I will fight to the death with you!"

The light guided the witch hunter's path. When Gragrim retracted his chain axe, Victor had already held two swords in his hands and accurately and fatally stabbed a black-haired rat that tried to sneak attack the dwarf butcher.

The countless stench and gazes only made the witch hunter and the butcher excited.

The fanatical eyes under the hood reflected the witch hunter's determination to eliminate evil at all costs.

"For Sigmar, for the Empire!"

The orange hair that soared into the sky with the fighting became higher and higher in the dwarf's anger. When the blood splashed on the surface of the skin and the heart beat more vigorously, it was the end of the butcher's search for the meaning of life.

"I am Gragrim, the War-Destroyer, son of King Agrim of Karak Kadrin! Rat, give me a glorious death!"

The loud call shook the screaming death knell above the hole a little, which made Tsanquilo a little unhappy. He was a ratman who claimed to be the greatest gray prophet, closest to the Horned God, and deeply loved by the long-horned evil god. How could he let a dwarf steal the limelight.

But before dealing with the dwarf, Tsanquilo decided to deal with the rock giant snake rolling on the ground first. The red-skinned elves knew Skaven very well, but Skaven knew them better.

The human riding on the snake's head should be a high-level member of the Giant Horned Viper Priesthood. I don't know how much blood of rats is stained on his hands. He is a good sacrifice to the Horned God.

"Power, endless power surges!"

As Tsanquilo raised the triangular dimension stone staff, the screaming death knell that gathered the power of darkness became louder and louder, causing the body of the rock giant snake to almost collapse in an instant.

The priest gritted his teeth and persisted, his mask was dyed red by his own blood. From the perspective of hard power, his control of magic was not as good as that of Chuan Kuro. This was the home ground of the rats, and there was mostly interference from chaotic energy, so the god could hardly perceive the prayers of believers.

With the help of the screaming death knell, fighting was a complete pipe dream.

But fortunately... I still have a trick.

After a round of bombardment and the spells of the Gray Prophet led by Chuan Kuro, the rock snake was close to collapse. Several Eshin assassin rats hid in the corner, waiting for the priest to find it difficult to maintain the stability of the magic creation, and then they would immediately rush forward to kill.

"Surrender, damn human, you, you shouldn't believe in a lizardman god and go against the Skaven.

We are, the greatest, the masters of the whole world!"

The sharp voice of the rats only made the priest laugh. He pulled out the obsidian short blade that was stuck on the top of the rock snake's head, but he was by no means ready to give up the spell of awakening the earth spirit and run away.

On the contrary, he wanted to destroy the enemy of the God in a stronger and more intense way.

The priest held the short blade in his backhand, raised it in front of his eyebrows, and quickly stabbed it into the mask. A round eyeball was already standing in the air.

The eyeball was pressed along the priest's short blade and squeezed into the gap of the giant snake. His only remaining eye stared at the gray prophet a hundred meters away, and his grinning mouth was full of hatred.

"Next, it's time to play well, rat..."

This eyeball endowed with divine power may be one of the priest's trump cards. The magic that could effectively affect the giant snake had almost no effect after a thin layer of dark red scales covered its surface.

The strengthened giant snake was no longer in a state of dullness and stiffness, and could only be physically crushed with its body.

It arched its body like a real snake, and colorful light flashed in its open mouth, and a blood mist like cold air had already sprayed out.

The blood mist was only half a meter in diameter, and looked like the flames of a young dragon burping, but once it splashed onto the ground, it would instantly ignite the ratmen it touched.

This flame was a double torture, burning on the physical level and suffering on the spiritual level. The fire rats ran around like crazy, bringing the fire to the surroundings, successfully causing the smell of burning to fill the caves in the mountain.

Victor dodged a fire rat's pig rush and looked at the rats burning with the house. He felt more and more in awe of the priest. With just one move, the ratmen's camp was in chaos. Should the church also consider combining the soul flame with the wind of magic?

Unlike the witch hunter's shock, Gragrim looked a little solemn. Relying on the characteristics of the dwarf's thick skin and flesh, he stood on a burning wooden stake and stared at the colorful macro light flashing in the deepest part of the camp.

"Don't be distracted, the priest won't be able to hold on for long... He must be using his eyeballs as a sacrifice to stimulate the power of the earth spirit, what a bunch of lunatics."

"Eyeballs..." Victor suddenly remembered that he still had an ancient sacred text in his right hand. Could it be that when necessary, he could also burn himself in exchange for power?

Glangrim, glancing at Victor's arm, guessed what the witch hunter was thinking: "Don't think about these stupid things. Only your own strength is the most reliable. You are... Never mind. Anyway, the churches of humans and elves are the same. They think that the more pious people are, the closer they are to God, and they like to do things that move themselves the most."

Without waiting for Victor to explain that this was just a backup plan, Grangrim pointed to a cliff on the left: "Cut off the iron chain first. If you don't want the priest to die here, it's best to solve the screaming death knell above your head as soon as possible."

There was no time to hesitate. Under the rational and crazy cover of the priest, the two only encountered some obstacles from black-haired mice and arrived at the location of the iron chain smoothly.

With the crisp sound of the iron chain breaking, Chuan Kui Luo's already somewhat angry mood became more and more agitated.

"Damn it, you, what on earth did you hairless creatures do?! How dare you interfere with the plan of the great Grey Prophet Tsanquilo!"

In anger, he ordered the elite black-haired rat guards brought from the Skaven Magic City to attack the witch hunters and butchers. As for the little giant snake, Lord Tsanquilo thought it would be taken down soon.

"Guys from the Eshin clan, guys, yes, yes, stay by my side and take the opportunity to get rid of that hairless creature!" (End of this chapter)