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As dawn broke, about thirty kilometers away from Randuin's tomb, the Eternal Army of Tzeentch and the Plague Army of Nurgle were still fighting.

The Weaver of Fate, Karos, was covered in wounds. Its already bald feathers were almost completely plucked off. Although the Plague Greatsword was slow, Karos was engulfed by the terrible plague, slowing its movements. It could smell its own rotting innards with each breath.

The situation for the Father of Plagues was equally grim. The first Greater Daemon of Nurgle had been battered by the Weaver of Fate's spells and attacks, leaving its skin charred and punctured. One eye was burned blind, and one horn was chopped off.

The entire swamp bore the marks of the battle between the daemons of Nurgle and Tzeentch.

The sorcerous flames of Tzeentch's daemons clashed with the unique ichor of Nurgle's daemons. In an incredibly fierce tug-of-war, the two chaos daemon armies fought valiantly, each determined to completely annihilate the other, indifferent to their own casualties.

Furry flies born in Nurgle's garden buzzed thickly in the sky, while tiny Nurgling sang the praises of their benevolent father. Nurgle's daemons, laden with plagues, repeatedly extinguished Tzeentch's sorcerous flames.

Daemon weapons could certainly wound these nauseating Nurgle daemons, but unless the wound was critical, it was only another mark on their already decayed and festering bodies. For Nurgle's daemons, this was painless since their bodies were already riddled with rot and disease.

However, Nurgle's daemons had a weakness—they were slow. Their over-inflated bodies and ruptured torsos made their movements laborious.

Even so, Tzeentch's army was at a disadvantage in the duel against Nurgle's forces. The blue Eternal Army began to falter against the green Plague Army.

The Weaver of Fate knew why. This realization made its two bird heads seethe with rage.

After arriving in Bretonnia, Tzeentch's army had fought several wars, winning them all but still suffering losses, unlike the fully-staffed Plague Army.

Moreover, the Weaver of Fate itself had used too much magic. Despite obtaining the fifth artifact and establishing an energy channel from the realm of Chaos to the mortal world, it had expended too much power fighting the knightly army, Ryan, Carad, Morgiana, and Behemond, followed by Orion, the King of the Woods.

This couldn't continue! The Weaver of Fate realized it must quickly decide the battle against the Father of Plagues, or it would eventually be exhausted by Nurgle's plagues. Calculating meticulously, Karos spread its wings and swiftly closed the distance with the Great Unclean One.

The Father of Plagues, Ku'gath, recognized Karos' plan but was too slow to evade. In an instant, the Weaver of Fate was above him, its sorcerous staff crashing down. Few could survive the Weaver of Fate's ferocious assault.

Ku'gath wouldn't do nothing. Knowing he couldn't dodge Karos' attack, he immediately raised his Plague Greatsword to block.

The massive shockwave blew all nearby chaos daemons away. The clash between two Greater Daemons could obliterate any onlookers.

The sorcerous staff struck the Plague Greatsword. The Weaver of Fate's twin heads glared angrily at the Father of Plagues' bloated and ugly face. If not for these Nurgle daemons, its plan would have been complete!

The sorcerous staff smashed into the Plague Greatsword, releasing a vile green mist that sprayed from the sword. This toxic mist could kill most mortals instantly, even causing the Weaver of Fate to close its eyes from the stinging pain.

"Karos, you and your master, the Raven God, are destined to fail. This is the law of the Chaos realm!" Ku'gath roared.

"Watch yourself be destroyed, Ku'gath!" The Weaver of Fate roared back, never pausing its incantations, its cold and ruthless tone accelerating.

Colorful Tzeentchian fire burst from its staff, emitting a terrifying radiance. The Great Unclean One felt its eyes consumed by flames, stripped of all senses. The sorcerous flames dispelled the toxic mist and burned its body. Tzeentch's holy fire inflicted immense pain on the Great Unclean One, who fell back, screaming as its face and chest were charred.

"I won't return to my master's garden!"

The Father of Plagues erupted in unparalleled rage, screaming with pure hatred. Ku'gath's belly swelled as he opened his mouth, spewing a three-meter-high, two-meter-wide stream of plague ichor.

All the Tzeentch daemons trying to protect the Weaver of Fate instantly dissolved in the foul sludge, leaving a yellow-green, pus-filled pit behind.

"Ahhh! Ahhh!!!" The Weaver of Fate felt its entire body melting, screaming in agony, while all its protective daemons were instantly consumed.

Both Greater Daemons were severely injured. Ku'gath clawed at his skin, struggling to free himself from the sorcerous flames, his body riddled with burn holes.

The Weaver of Fate was in no better shape. No chaos daemon, including Nurgle's, dared approach the plague-ridden area. The toxic sludge's stench could render the mightiest chaos daemon unconscious.

Using the last of its magic, the Weaver of Fate barely avoided being dissolved into a puddle. It struggled to rise, covered in corrosive burns. Its feathers were burnt clean, and every wound on its body was bone-deep. One bird neck was nearly severed, and the other wasn't much better.

Yet, it emerged from the filth, albeit in a sorry state.

The severe injuries of both Greater Daemons destabilized the link between the mortal world and the Chaos realm. With the loss of energy, the daemons of Tzeentch and Nurgle turned to ashes in large numbers. The few remaining daemons were on their last legs, praising either Tzeentch or Nurgle.

"Pant... pant..." Ku'gath tried to lift his Plague Greatsword. Karos knew it couldn't let the Great Unclean One recover. It summoned its last power, flashing before Ku'gath. "You must suffer to defy the Master of Fate!"

Five artifacts appeared in Karos' hands.

These were the five lost relics of Bretonnia, lances bestowed by the Lady of the Lake upon the twelve original Holy Grail Knights.

"These are..." The Great Unclean One's eyes widened. "You actually..."

Severely injured, the Father of Plagues couldn't resist the relics summoned by Karos. Helpless, he watched the five lances pierce his chest.

With a piercing scream, the Father of Plagues' heart was completely impaled. The Weaver of Fate screamed, "You will not defeat me here, Ku'gath!"

"Ugh..." Ku'gath panted deeply. He had lost, knowing he would be banished.

"Don't get too smug," Ku'gath suddenly laughed. Grabbing Karos' arm, he said, "The whole world will fight you. You've lost, Karos. This won't be your last failure."

With that, the Great Unclean One roared as his body disintegrated into ashes.

With the Father of Plagues' defeat, Nurgle's army lost its link to the mortal world. All Nurgle's daemons dissolved in screams.

Only Tzeentch's daemons remained on Mousilon's swamp. As the Weaver of Fate recovered from its victory, it sensed trouble.

By noon, Karos' once-proud Tzeentchian army was reduced to less than a thousand from tens of thousands. The portal had been destroyed by Nurgle's daemons.

Worse, the Weaver of Fate was severely injured. The nauseating ichor continued to corrode its body. Trying to cast a healing spell, it found no magic left. Its remaining daemons were similarly depleted, many dissipating without harm due to the weakened Chaos Winds.

At that moment, a horn sounded.

"Toot, toot!"

The human, dwarf, and wood elf coalition that had watched the entire battle re-entered the field, surrounding the Weaver of Fate and its army.

Cannons roared. Imperial and dwarf cannons fired, covering Tzeentch's position.

Arrows rained down as wood elves and humans joined forces, decimating the remaining Tzeentchian daemons. Dwarf and human gunners fired, creating a dense barrage that picked off the strong foes.

Damn! The Weaver of Fate sensed extreme danger. Before it could react, the battlefield was drowned in a massive cannon blast.

"Boom!!!"

The Holy Light of the Lady of the Lake enveloped the battlefield. A terrifying shell landed where Karos stood, obliterating a dozen daemons around him in a blinding flash and deafening explosion.

This was the devastating power of Ryan's new super-heavy cannon, "Morgiana's New Toy," combining divine power and dwarf engineering.

"Ugh!" The Weaver of Fate's wing was shattered in the blast, losing its ability to fly. Now, it could only support itself with its staff, screaming and cursing the treachery of the order factions and the damned Nurgle army.

It was losing this war.

To the east, Ryan, bathed in silver flames, rode the massive griffon Impriest into battle. All Tzeentchian daemons in his path fled in panic. Those that tried to block the Lady's chosen champion were swiftly swept aside. The griffon's talons tore through the Tzeentchian daemons, making a beeline for Karos.

To the south, Bretonnian and Imperial knights, led by Berchmond, François, and Carad, launched their final charge. Hoofbeats thundered, and lances formed a forest of steel.

To the west, wood elves, under the leadership of Orion and Aralos, blew the wild horn. Woodland cavalry, wild riders, glade rangers, and sword dancers formed a green wave. Orion charged at the forefront, eager to claim Karos' bird heads as trophies.

Even the most confident Greater Daemon of Tzeentch felt the gravity of the situation. Severely injured, it had no strength to face so many formidable enemies simultaneously.

Karos decided to retreat. Unlike the bloodthirsty and foolish followers of Khorne, it knew when to withdraw. As the coalition forces swept through the daemons and closed in, Karos resolved to escape.

Its figure began to blur, preparing to return to the Crystal Labyrinth of Tzeentch in the Chaos realm.

The remaining Tzeentchian daemons fought desperately to hold back Ryan and the others, allowing Karos to retreat with the artifacts. These favored daemons slowed the coalition's advance.

It seemed no one could stop the Weaver of Fate from escaping.

But a deity had been waiting for this moment.

Heavy clouds parted under the divine light of the Lady of the Lake. The beautiful figure of Lilith appeared in the mortal realm, eyes closed, chanting an ancient incantation. A radiant vortex of white energy engulfed Karos, pulling the Greater Daemon into a trap woven by the goddess.

"No! No!" Karos raged in the vortex of light.

"You will not take my artifacts from the mortal world!" The Lady of the Lake's face was cold and wrathful as she intensified her divine power. "Return to your filthy Chaos realm, you dog of the Dark Gods!"

"No! No! No! I will not fail like this! I will return, and then the mortal world will be destroyed! The End Times are coming!" In the goddess's light net, Karos' body was torn apart, and the chaotic Greater Daemon plaguing Mousilon was banished.

With Karos' banishment, all Tzeentchian daemons disintegrated, and the Eternal Army was expelled from the mortal world.

The five artifacts fell onto the swamps of Mousilon.

The coalition had no time to celebrate their victory. The Lady of the Lake's warning followed swiftly: "Knights, it is not yet time to cheer for victory!"

"While you battled the chaos daemon army, the snake of Mousilon, the Black Knight Mathieubard's army, is approaching the capital of the kingdom!"

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