Under the cover of night, a tiny black speck streaked swiftly across the sky, crossing mountain ranges and silently appearing above the ruins of Todtheim like a black phantom.
"Ugh... What the hell? Of all things, Chaos Warriors. What a pain..."
Sitting in the cockpit and looking down at the Chaos Warrior camp below, Duanmu Huai smacked his lips, his expression sour.
If there was one enemy Duanmu Huai least wanted to face right now, it was the Chaos Warriors.
Ever since arriving in this world, Duanmu Huai had confronted Evil God Believers, fought Demons, and slaughtered Greenskins and Ratmen. But if there was anyone he least wanted to fight, it was the Chaos Warriors.
It was not that Chaos Warriors were not threatening—well, in fact, they were exceptionally powerful. They were Elites with an average level of around thirty, the most troublesome late-game enemies players could encounter on the Novice Planet.
Chaos Warriors came from the north and were also Evil God Believers. But unlike the Evil God Believers within the Empire, Bartonia, and Zhendan, who had to operate in secret, performing sacrifices in private and holding rituals in wildernesses and the Gobi Desert, these northerners openly worshipped the Chaos God in their own homes.
Nearly all northern Barbarian tribes worshipped the Chaos God, and they did not consider the Chaos God especially evil. It was about as common as Bartonia's worship of the Lady of the Lake.
Just thinking about Bartonia's faith in the Lady of the Lake and its vast armies of Knights was enough to show how terrifying these Chaos Warriors were.
Of course, their numbers were secondary. The problem was that Chaos Warriors were, strictly speaking, the Chaos God's direct descendants. If one dealt them some unimaginable, devastating blow, it would inevitably draw the attention