Warhammer Divine Throne

The eyes of the Lake God Witch shimmered with divine light, the Mana stored in the Potion Chalice gradually turned blue, and all the knights could feel they were blessed by the Goddess of the Lake with divine power. The blue energy diffused throughout the entire knight army: ”For the Lady, for Brittania!”

Eighth Ring Divine Skill, Cloud Rush.

The knights delightedly found their steeds’ steps becoming light, their movements felt as if cushioned by soft clouds, drifting through the clouds. Thus, they pulled their reins to quicken their march; the heavy armor and shields no longer burdened the steeds. The horses immediately understood their master’s intent, traversing thriving fields, flowing streams, crisscrossing roads, and various villages in merely two hours, with their destination now close at hand.

Laine noticed Mogiana’s pallor: ”Are you alright, my royal?”

”This spell has consumed much of my Mana; I need some time to replenish.” Casting a spell covering nearly two thousand cavalry, the Lake God Witch exhausted most of her power in this one casting.

Closing her eyes to perceive the weak Magic Wind, Mogiana focused hard on restoring her power, ceasing to speak.

The topic then shifted to Duke of Connet, Lorne-Rio Cornwall: ”Knights! Hear my command!”

”In the name of the Lady, uproot the treachery, obliterate evil, purge these Chaos Demons from the Lady’s land, bring peace to our subjects, honor is my fate! For the Lady, for Brittania!”

”For the Lady!” the knights shouted loudly.

”Toot~woo~toot-woo~” Many knights sounded their horns.

This knightly contingent hailed from twelve different duchies of the Kingdom, bearing various shields, chaotic in color with diverse family emblems, yet their arrangement was orderly. Mounted Ranger Knights and the Kingdom Knights formed a neat line, raising the Iris Banner high towards the sky.

This magnificent banner was woven from the hair of numerous Lake God Prophets, its golden iris patterns gleaming under the breaking dawn. With blessings from the Lake Fairy, whenever the banner appeared, knights felt the power and love of the Lake Fairy inspiring them.

In the sky, dozens of Pegasi spread their wings, soaring amidst the clouds. The gentle climate near Kulona invigorated the Pegasi; they neighed without pause, longing for battle akin to their riders.

The knights on the ground were equally eager, forming an orderly line, brandishing new cavalry lances which each bore flags. In this age of darkness, surrounded by external foes, the knights brought light and hope; nothing was more inspiring than their orderly formation, bright armor, formidable lance phalanx, and grand banner.

”Come, for the Lady, I will abolish evil!”

”My cavalry lance thirsts for battle!”

”I shall offer my blood and glory to the Lady!”

”It has begun, it has begun!”

The Ranger Knights roared loudly, these young men did not know fear; their blood surged, ever-ready to heed the Lady’s teachings, offering their lives for the Lady.

What stirred the hearts of all the Ranger Knights even more was the team of Holy Grail Knights at the front of the line.

The Holy Grail Knights donned the most splendid and newest enchanted plate armor with luxurious robes, dazzling in their appearance, with gilded statues of dragons, lions, tigers, stags, bulls, horned eagle beasts, and sea monsters on top of their Cross Helmets. The white cloaks with golden cups fluttered in the wind, with ancient scriptures and the Lady’s teachings affixed to their armor. Their knightly virtues inspired the world, up to the moment of its destruction.

Nothing was more honorable than fighting alongside the Holy Grail Knights.

”Pegasus Knights, follow me!” Lorne raised his cavalry lance, the Lion’s Spear lowered from the sky then leveled, with dozens of Pegasus Knights forming a wedge-shaped cavalry lance formation behind Lorne.

The Pegasi winged into wild wind, knights tightened their reins, sitting high on their saddles, transforming into a deadly whirlwind. The wedge head of the lance array was Duke Lorne atop his horned eagle beast, Biquis. The new Duke raised his lance, while the Lake God Prophets chanted blessings, casting one after another upon the knights, the Pegasus Knights poised to strike, their precious steeds swiftly scraping the ground with their hooves.

Looking afar, fierce battle raged on the plains, with White Wolf Knights invoking Yurik’s name, rampaging within the Great Army of Nurgle. Cheetah Knights raised banners and lances, safeguarding the Prince-Elector himself.

Calls of ”For Yurik!” echoed continuously, as well as the first arriving Brittania Knights, struggling to gather the defeated army, fighting against evil; waves of justice and light ebbed and flowed on the plains. But their numbers were ultimately too few, with Chaos Warriors clashing using long spears and axes, knights fell and were torn to shreds.

The Great Demon Master of Pus seized a running White Wolf Knight with his pus-ridden hand, tearing him and his steed cruelly apart. This Great Demon sensed more reinforcements had arrived, responding by spewing bile from its maw, mixing the Chaos and human armies into pus.

”Come! Humans!” Wound Master opened its mouth, as more Nurgle Demon Army spilled forth from the Rotting Realm, descending loudly on the battlefield, brutally singing Father Nurgle’s name. A new regiment deployed by Nurgle joined the fray, with Nurgle Demon Army nearing five thousand strength.

”Knights of Brittania, Chaos’s evil has descended upon the Lady’s realm. They are polluting our lands, our honor. Forward, my warriors, forward, my knights, charge ahead with me, slay them all, annihilate all that dare obstruct us; tell these bastards all who dare hinder Brittania’s Knights face ruin beneath iron hooves!” Lorne roared at the knights.

He was answered by deafening noise: ”Forward! For the Lady!”

Dozens of Pegasus Knights took off into the air, like the death knell of Chaos or the judgement of the Lake Fairy, the knights dove from the sky, launching a devastating charge at the Great Army of Nurgle. They were like a sharp siege hammer, crashing from the side into the Rotting Realm’s regiment.

The destructive whirlpool shattered Nurgle’s efforts to regroup, charging in the lead were Lorne and his mount, the horned eagle beast, Biquis, striking like a meteor, tearing every demon and Chaos Warrior to pieces. The horned eagle beast extended sharp claws, ripping apart the mutated bodies staggering to flee. Lorne’s Lion’s Riding Spear pierced through a Chosen of Nurgle, the terrible power and enchantments of the cavalry spear resisted even the blessed body of Nurgle. With a scream, the Chosen exploded like a balloon, rotten flesh and pus sprinkling, becoming residue.

”Toot-woo~Toot-woo~” The blaring horn never ceased. Seeing Nurgle Demon Army’s formation crumbled, the Divine Chosen Champion in the knight array’s front, Laine, raised his weapon: ”Knights, my brothers, follow the Holy Grail Knights, follow the Lady’s banner, unite us, advance!”

”Ahhhhh!” The Holy Grail Knights charged forth, countless knights followed behind, the hooves of steeds pounded the earth, the battle of knights arrived upon the plains.

Chaos Warriors raised long spears against knights, but the Holy Grail Knights showed no interest in these fragile pole weapons. Under the Goddess’s blessing, Holy Grail Knights feared nothing.

The few Holy Grail Knights at the front approached the army line, bringing immense pressure upon Nurgle Demon Army, their radiance nearly blinded the demons.

It was at this moment of dispersion, the Holy Grail Knights seized the opportunity.

The Divine Chosen Champion of the Lake Fairy was first to leap into Nurgle Demon Army’s midst on horseback, his Warhammer striking down, instantly smashing a Chosen of Nurgle into pulp, splattering liquid. Laine raised his Warhammer: ”Advance!”

”For the Lady!” Hundreds upon hundreds of knights followed the Holy Grail Knights’ troop into Nurgle Demon Army.

The true war had begun.