Proof of the Sun King

Above the Montfer Pass at night, the evil moon Moth Rib hangs high.

Lonely cold winds blow over the pass, the meadows on the Montfer alpine sway in the wind, the grey mountain peaks in the clouds in the distance are covered with snow all year round, the famous river Gracemore River runs from Montfer It flows under the city, passing through Guisoleaux and Mousillon into the sea.

The Duchy of Montfort is located on the upper reaches of the Gresmory River. It is not less majestic and mighty than the mouth of the Mousillon, but the water is fast and the waves are rushing to the shore. It is also a little more dangerous.

The entire battalion of the Brittanian Mujahideen mourned for the death of the Brittanian Marshal, the old guard commander Bertrand.

And among them, no one is sadder than Raymond, the acting commander of the old guard.

Raymond, a fugitive slave from the Principality of Leonasay, a hungry guy escaped from the village with his old mother and younger brother, fled south, and experienced unimaginable difficulties along the way, and finally escaped into Xia. Long Forest.

There, he ushered in a new life, both his old mother and his younger brother Thomas.

His mother is in her 60s this year, but she is in good health. His younger brother Thomas is now a major engineer in Mousillon and is now in the army.

Raymond himself has been ranked in the Holy Grail Guard. As the deputy commander and acting commander of the old guard, from a mud leg to the Holy Grail Guard, his story inspired generations of Brittanian serfs. Tell them that even if they are villagers, if they work hard, they will one day become the Holy Grail Guard.

Is it chicken soup? Even if not, because there are too many serfs who escaped their lowly status through war and changed their lives against the sky.

For Raymond, Bertrand is his teacher and friend. When he arrived in Jean City, Bertrand brought him into the local area. The two sides have always fought side by side. Lang has been promoted from sergeant to knight of the ranger, knight of the kingdom, baron, chosen by Tarr, earl, marshal, and Raymond has followed him all the way from a runaway slave, carpenter to the current deputy commander of the old guard.

In Raymond's heart, Bertrand was like a mentor, a friend, a relative, a comrade-in-arms, and a father.

Raymond could hardly describe his grief in words. He distracted the crowd and sat alone in a grass, weeping. He couldn't cry anymore. He was in his forties this year. What has happened all these years? He has all experienced that the commander-in-chief of the Old Guards curled himself up in the grass. It was unspeakably cold in the midsummer night, but he felt very cold.

All that was left was the whirring of the wind over the flock and the rustling of the alpine meadows.

One by one, they got along with Bertrand, the two laughed together, fought together, rejoiced together, and the time of drinking together quickly passed through Raymond's mind.

I don't know how long it took, and footsteps came from behind Raymond: "Raymond? They said you were gone, so you are here."

"Please, let me be alone for a while, okay?" Raymond said subconsciously.

"Oh? Are you allowed to miss Bertrand alone?" The visitor sat beside him and put down a glass bottle: "Raymond?"

Raymond raised his head from his arms, and in the blurred tears, he saw the familiar face of the king of knights, Ryan, Raymond was so frightened that he wanted to stand up, but Ryan held his shoulders: "Let's have a drink? "

"I..." Raymond wanted to refuse at first, and seeing Ryan's eyes, he knew that the great Sun King was not asking for his opinion, but made an unquestionable decision through kind inquiry.

Many times when Wang negotiates with you kindly, he doesn't really intend to negotiate with you, he just respects you and lets you go down the stairs.

And this is the king, the king who has created countless military miracles and economic miracles!

Ryan sat next to Raymond. The king of knights had no shelf. He took out two mugs and poured himself a glass of Palaon Remy: "Come on, come on, a toast to our ultimate chivalrous war, a toast to our ultimate chivalrous war. Our late Marshal Bertrand."

"I..." Raymond watched the mug being poured, and couldn't help crying again: "I just..."

"Life and death have their own destiny, don't be sad, Raymond, Bertrand just turned into a star in the sky, he will guard us forever, come, do it!" Ryan raised the mug again.

"Dry." Raymond didn't say any more, a glass of wine immediately filled his stomach, the fiery liquor, the fragrance of glycol, and the long aftertaste were intoxicating, and at the same time made the memory clearer.

"These days along the way, I think of it as if it were yesterday." Ryan put down the mug, and the king smiled, with tears in his eyes: "I think of my adoptive father Norman, who took me and the hound into the forest of Nord. In the middle of hunting, I was wrapped like a ball, with one deep foot and one shallow foot."

"I remembered that I grew up and made my first exploits in the Battle of Lapland."

"I remembered my battle with the Beastman Beastmaster Fangfang Gol. I fought it for a long time with a warhammer, and finally broke its head."

"I think of one after another, Marienburg, Curona, Jean, Mousillon, Blackrock Fortress, La-Messonnell Abbey, Badlands Eight Peaks, I think of Othuan, I think of Mott King's last cry reminded of Orbian and Morgul, and the Skaven and Sigwald."

Ryan also recalled the past, the King of Knights' eyes were red, and he looked at the night sky: "Fifty years ago, I was the same, alone, looking at the night sky... I just want to say that the reporters are really inexperienced now. , Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Ryan laughed and laughed until tears flowed: "Now Bertrand is gone too, youth is like a rushing river, and it is too late to say goodbye if it is gone, who knows if the most beautiful flower back then is still the one it is now? ?"

"Your Majesty!" Raymond also wiped his tears, and he was silent for a long time: "Can you answer me a question?"

"Say?"

"How many more victories do we need to win, how many more enemies do we need to defeat before we can truly usher in peace?"

"Nopeace," Ryan shook his head slightly: "Life is not given by God, and peace is not deserved, they are just the spoils we have snatched from this dark, deep, distant icy universe."

"So cruel, this is the fate of mortals?" Raymond asked.

"After learning that Bertrand was dead, I thought of a lot of people." Ryan didn't answer Raymond's words: "I thought of Denis, the hunter who risked his life to tell me there was a rainy season, and Luo who followed me first. Puth and Olivier, remembered the proud half-elf Estelle, remembered Hux who died for others and continued to run on horseback, remembered Bodrick, Davout, Rokossovsky, Lu Xi'an and the others, and even that guy from Matthew Bard, Kemler-Heinrich, Eight Peaks Mountain Warlord Skasnick, Headhunter Quick, oh yes, and Dark Iron Motkin."

"If everything can stay before the Battle of Ammir, it would be great for us to have a military parade before the decisive battle with Mogul. The ten marshals are all there, and the army is in full bloom. That would be great." Ryan smiled.

If everything can stay in the Emperor's Great Crusade, with all the twenty-one Primarchs present, the Emperor himself commanding the Imperial Army, and the full support of the bureaucracy headed by Malcador, the Empire of Man can recreate the glory of the Golden Age in the Great Crusade. What a wonderful moment! Lane thought so.

Raymond didn't know what Ryan was thinking. He just nodded silently. The Battle of Ammir was the pinnacle of the Brittanian army. At that time, the ten marshals were all there, and all the elite troops were full and they were all veterans of hundreds of battles. Although the Skaven Invasion and the Seed of Destruction battle were won, but the death of one excellent general and the loss of a huge number of veterans, the quality of Brittany's army actually declined.

But in such an intense war, apart from chaos, who would dare to say that the quality of his army has not declined?

Ryan and Raymond stopped talking, and you drank the centaurs one by one.

"Everything still has to look forward." Ryan stood up, and Raymond seemed to have an illusion. The sentimental Ryan just now disappeared, and the wise, decisive and omnipotent Sun King came back, and Raymond only heard him say: "The highest The high command has decided that you will be the head coach of the Old Guard! Promoted to Marshal of Brittany! Rothier is the deputy."

Raymond only felt a thunder blast in his ear, he quickly stood up, and subconsciously wanted to kneel down on one knee: "No, Your Majesty... High Command, you'd better hire another wise man, I am Raymond Mountbatten. He De He Neng, the fugitive slave of Leonathay?"

"How can Bertrand be a fugitive slave from Bastogne? How can I, Ryan, a Nord country bumpkin, how can He De?" Ryan turned around and said, "Everyone has already studied and decided."

"...Yes!" Raymond knelt down and took the marshal's scepter from Ryan. He suddenly shouted, "I have a word, please listen to your majesty before leaving!"

"Speak." Ryan stopped and nodded.

"This life and this body are all given by Your Majesty. It was originally lent to His Majesty. Right now, His Majesty wants to take it. What a pity!" Raymond roared, and the new Brittany Marshal swore an oath of allegiance.

Hearing Raymond's words, Ryan stood in a daze, the Emperor's cold and cruel expression appeared in the mind of the Primarch, and the sneering, loving and peaceful old face of Imperial Prime Minister Malcador appeared in Ryan's mind.

If your Majesty wants to take it, why should you have it?

The appearance of Kaldor Diego appeared in the mind of the primarch, and the figures of the Supreme Mentors of the Grey Knights of all dynasties appeared one after another. The primarch's call.

If your Majesty wants to take it, why should you have it?

After a long time, Ryan said softly: "Yes, if your Majesty wants to take it, why not have it."

That night, in the red-blue-gold-roofed tent belonging to Brittany.

A truly fierce battle has just ended.

On the soft big bed, Ryan hugged his wife Suria from behind, and rubbed his hands on her black silk legs, enjoying the silky smoothness and the sensuality of bouncing hands from the ultra-thin stockings. Panting lightly, he felt the afterglow from his wife's long, bright blond hair soaked in sweat from behind.

"Ryan, what's wrong with you?" Surya enjoyed her husband's love and infatuation with her, and at the same time she wanted to push this clingy spirit away with disgust. The knight queen only felt a little funny, a little proud, and a little strange.

When my husband went out and named Raymond a marshal, he didn't know what to do when he came back. He was so anxious when he was still in the office, he picked her up by the waist and walked directly to the inner tent, making everyone a little embarrassed and quickly retreated. The head maid, Silvia, stood guard outside the tent, and the tent shook for two hours before it stopped.

Sulia didn't mind that much. She and Ryan were husband and wife, and she also liked that Ryan took the initiative to love her. She preferred that Ryan was wronged or unhappy. The first reaction was to come to herself, but the question still needs to be asked clearly, female. The knight said lazily, "Did you encounter any trouble?"

"Marshal is really a high-risk profession. In this ultimate chivalrous battle, I don't know who will sacrifice." Ryan said sadly: "I don't know about Bertrand, I thought he was just a minor illness, he is so strong Man, why is he suddenly sick, and we haven't had time to see him, why did he die?"

"Life is impermanent, dear, don't blame yourself." Suria turned around and pressed Ryan's head on her full circle: "We are all saddened by Bertrand's death, he was a great man, and more We set it up to let the serfs see the banner and benchmark of hope for promotion, and let Raymond take over, what's wrong with you?"

"I know, but I still..." Ryan gritted his teeth, and he still blamed himself. He was the Primarch of the Grey Knight. His psychic power was second only to the Emperor and Malcador. He thought he could do anything. However, six of the top ten marshals have left.

He now has some people who understand Guilliman's perfection and excellence. Occasionally, he will lock himself in the depths of Macragge's glory, and look at the things of his former heirs and subordinates, silently crying.

"Bertrand must not regret following you, just as I did not regret marrying you." Suria said softly: "Darling, it doesn't matter if our husband and wife are like this in private, but don't dare to do this outside, the entire knight. Dao Jihad, the core of the ultimate chivalrous battle is on you."

"I understand." Ryan hugged his wife in turn: "Again?"

"Well..." Surya nodded with a blushing face. Although the queen knight didn't want to say it, she really enjoyed the private time with her husband: "Wait, I'll take a shower and change into clothes and stockings, you Yes, we were sweating a lot just now, and it was sticky and uncomfortable."

"Okay!" Ryan turned over, and the couple arranged for someone to prepare hot water for a bath. As soon as Ryan got out of the bath, someone came to disturb the couple's private space, and the head maid Sylvia opened the tent door: "Your Majesty, lady."

"It's called Ryan." Ryan glanced at Sylvia, his head maid: "Otherwise the 'stick' will serve~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The wood elf woodland lord Alaros is here." Sylvia ignored Ryan's words Admonished, and said quickly: "He arrived with five hundred horses, just outside the tent."

"What?" Ryan stood up: "Please!"

Alaros walked in, his expression was very depressed, the wood elf hero came to tell Ryan on the order of Lilith, the forest king Oleon was dead, all the wild cavalry under his command were destroyed, and the eternal queen Ela Ruili decided to marry To Malekith, the two sides are about to get married. Lilith predicts that the final battle belonging to the elves is coming, and she asks Araloth to bring his own private trilogy to follow Ryan in the ultimate chivalrous battle.

Orion, the king of the forest, is dead?

Killed by Tyrion, who incarnates Kane and holds Kane's sword?

The three essences are about to reunite? Malekith, the Dark Phoenix King, will marry the radiant Eternal Queen Ella Riley?

Ryan was stunned by a series of news. The Sun King was about to immerse his soul in the storm of the warp and tried to contact Lilith.

It was a pity that it didn't work, he couldn't get in touch with Ulthuan, which was now full of blood and the derision of the Chaos Gods.

Lane has yet to explore, an extremely sharp killing intent from far and near, the mad roar is soaked in endless resentment and torture, in the center of the storm, a twisted, one hand dripping blood constantly. The deity held the sword of Kane, which was burning with slaughter flames, and roared continuously towards the entire subspace.

That's Tyrion's voice!

Alaroston felt his eyes darkened, he vomited blood and fell to the ground, while Ryan was barely able to withstand it. He recognized what Tyrion was saying.

It was only heard that the Regent of Ulthuan, with endless resentment, declared war on everyone in the world:

"All things are born to support people, and people have nothing to repay the sky!"

"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!"