Proof of the Sun King

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In 2525 of the imperial calendar, in the midsummer, the occupied Styrian territory, the great tent of the Emperor Sylvania, and the great camp of the dead prince Vlad von Carstein.

Although a dead man, Vlad's grace and high quality of life make him seem to understand the importance of etiquette and pomp more than any emperor in the history of the Empire, if not for his terrible vampire fangs, With his long pale hair and the spikes on his body's cursed armor, it can be said that he is more like an imperial noble than any imperial noble. He speaks an ancient Rick language, and the standard of pronunciation can make those who claim to be the most orthodox stubborn. The great nobles were ashamed.

The undead army of Sylvania gathered here, and the scale was getting bigger and bigger. Every moment, the desperate people in the battle were pulled up from the ground and awakened. Everything was so familiar, and Vlad remembered doing the same thing years ago—gathering lost souls, giving them purpose, and making them greater than their first life.

But Vlad soon realized his mistake, it was not a few years ago, but 500 years ago, when his last and decisive siege was defeated at Brunswick , even though the empire was on the verge of collapse and surrender at that time, more than two-thirds of the dignitaries and dignitaries in the imperial council had already decided to surrender to him, the destined eternal emperor, Vlad eventually lost to Archbishop Will Ham III, after his resurrection ring was stolen, Wilham launched himself and hugged him into the city and perished. His wife Isabella died for his love, and his ambition failed.

Vlad smiled to himself, he was a loser and a winner at the same time, because he could be resurrected again and again, and returned from the underworld, as long as there was one von Carstein bloodline alive, Vlad forever on the way to resurrection.

Brunswick...

Vlad said the name of the city in his mind, and he seemed to smell the gunpowder on the walls of Charlemagne's throne, and the fishy smell of the docks, and the damned sweet Isabella, whom his wife treated him as always. Gentle and affectionate.

Everything will be decided there.

She had been his strength, his everything, everything he did back then, bound up with her, a surprisingly raw passion that drove him.

Alone, the bitter aftertaste of definite loneliness never parted. He could have as many prostitutes and mistresses at his side if he wanted to, or choose from thousands of years of corpses in the Laemia Sisterhood, but there was no one who could replace Isabella and make Vlad rise. Desire for that.

Vampires have feelings, and probably no vampire has such a sincere and deep love for Isabella as Vlad.

Now that Uterbad in Stillland has fallen, the road to Brunswick is unimpeded, and the elector Alberich Hout Anderson is powerless to resist the westward advance of the Sylvanian army. was able to escape, and left the desperate Styrian civilians to the great Overlord of Death.

Vlad did not embarrass these mortals, except that thousands of city defenders were all torn to pieces, all day long and the church battle priest, the Knights of the Golden Scythe and the Knights of the Raven were all executed and resurrected as a team. In addition to the Black Knight Brigade and the Tomb Guard Legion, Vlad even recruited a large number of musketeers, crossbowmen, and artillery regiments from among the civilians of the Stier Land. At the same time, the vampire pirate army of Luther Haken also has It makes up for the lack of long range of Vlad's undead army.

It is actually very simple to make mortals willing to serve Vlad. Vlad is nothing more than grasping the six words "beat the gentry and divide the land". The Lord of Death knows that as long as these humble mortals see him, he will bring "fairness." , just and open", to exterminate the local tyrants and evil gentry, to give their land to the poor peasants, to **** the greedy Utterbad merchants and confiscate all their wealth, and to give away the unwanted parts of the dead to the living, and he will never There was a lack of living men willing to follow him, and as it was, the first day Uterbad had fallen, Vlad had thousands of mortal auxiliaries in his ranks, and he was confident that there would only be more in the future.

Working under my command, these living people can get far more than the miserly imperial nobles can get, I will guarantee your legal rights and provide military protection, you will soon understand, serve von Carstein What a lighthearted thing, minimum wage, maximum hours, salaried workers! Working spirit! Work well and have the opportunity to join my blood descendant and become a noble person!

Vlad looked at the joy of the large groups of mortal auxiliaries being assigned to the fields, and the joy of eliminating the plague, he thought with satisfaction.

The moss decay, river silt, and mushroom creep that Nurgle's army is proud of can't stop Vlad's advance. Blackened by flames.

But there was no fire here—only the cold, the wind seemed to blow from the belly of hell, the water turned black as a rock, and the trees in the distance groaned and curled up. Trees began to dry and crack, and in an instant they were old and withered, vines unraveled from their tightly entangled bodies, and the solidification and hardening of sap from roots made them brittle.

Facing the power of the Death Lord, the corrupt and depraved living creatures had no choice but to wither and collapse.

The road opened, and the road to Brunswick was clear.

Vlad's power makes the vampire lords both proud and fearful. Vlad, who is well-mannered, maintains his super control over the necromancers and vampire lords.

The tent was opened, and the Lich King Arkhan walked in from the outside. The blue witch flames in his eyes were burning, and behind him were eight beautiful female vampires from the "Pale Ladies Sisterhood" of the Laemia Sisters. , the three of them, Vivian, Lillian, and Morian, planned the last and most powerful resistance action before the fall of Marienburg, which made the three Grote brothers dare not act rashly. To some extent, they saved the horse. Civilians around Limburg.

They were all dressed in white lace-encrusted dresses, the color shining like moonlight, and their footsteps left no trace on the wet ground. They made an ancient curtsey and slowly approached here, paying tribute to the Lord of Death, Eph. Ladd briefly asked about the fall of Marienburg and expressed his displeasure, then let them out.

"Setra has won again, a great victory." The Lich King Arkhan didn't leave, he looked at Vlad playfully, as if he was spying on the movements of the Death Lord: "The army of the tomb ——Probably the largest army ever defeated the Chaos army from the Antarctic. Setra ordered all the hundreds of thousands of Chaos barbarians who landed in the Antarctic to be executed, and none were left. This is good news for us, I Seriously."

"The Chaos frenzy in the north has troubled us enough." Vlad restrained his joy: "So, what about the alliance I asked you to propose?"

"Of course, we have been attacked by our great emperor, immortal emperor, Khemrikala, Nikohara the Great, king of kings, road pioneers, bearers of the sacred fire... The prestige includes but is not limited to Setra's refusal above." Arkhan taunted his Arkhan tomb sword, and the Lich King's tone was very yin and yang: "Our great emperor, immortal emperor, Khemrikala, Niko Hara the Great, the King of Kings, the Pathfinder, the Holder of the Sacred Fire... The prestige includes but is not limited to the above-mentioned tomb leader Setra the Great sternly rejected your alliance request. If there is no accident, He will declare war on all the powers of the world at once, Chaos and Order, living and dead, all enemies of Settra."

"Does he really think he can fight the world?" Vlad was speechless.

Settra intends to be the king of Qi Xuan, right?

"Don't you know Settra as a Nicoharan?" Arkhan continued his mocking attitude: "Setra is only a master, not a servant."

"Well, at least he is temporarily unable to participate in the war between us and Chaos." Vlad looked at the map. Although he used to be a Nikohara, he did not live in the era of Settra, and he had never experienced a race. Terra's resurrection is also less involved in the war between Nagash and the Tomb Kings.

"It will come sooner or later. Both the old world and Chaos will suffer. This is an opportunity for Settra." Arkhan shook his head: "I know him, he will definitely try to come over and take part, otherwise he will not be Settra. already."

"Right now all we have to think about is Brunswick." Vlad focused his attention on the city that haunted him.

Luther Haken is a fool, Gul is only responsible for fighting, and Vlad often only consults with Arkhan.

But today is different. When the Death Lord and the Lich King were discussing the military situation, they almost simultaneously heard the roar of malice in the warp.

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

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

The declaration of Kane incarnated as Tyrion has reached here.

Another Qi Xuan King? Vlad just felt the pressure.

"Did you hear the echo of the warp? My Majesty?" Arkhan giggled. "Another lunatic, the doctrines of Kane, the Blood-Handed God, always amuse me."

"Kane Theory?" Vlad was a little interested: "Do you understand?"

"Five thousand years of life gives me enough time to understand everything." Seeing that Vlad was interested, Arkhan said something important.

There is actually a complete set of teachings, which is the so-called Kane's Loyalty School.

Kane, the **** of **** hands, the **** of war and murder, believes that mortals are destined to be idiots, and they are destined to have bad roots, which will not change with the improvement of education and economic development, that is to say, fools It is incurable, and fools will only spread and contagious, which will greatly reduce the fighting power and fighting will of mortals.

Among them, Kane believes that elves are especially stupid and full of inferiority, weakness, and loathing, and Asuryan, the **** of heaven, actually ignores the race he created, which is too stupid.

So how can we remove the stupid element that mortals have rooted in their bones? Kane, the God of Blood Hands, believes that offering loyalty is the only way out, that is, devoting allegiance to Kane, the God of Blood Hands.

How to offer loyalty? The theory is very simple, that is to kill! Solve everything by killing.

Only through killing can the evilness of mortals be removed, so Kane encourages his followers to kill. Killing in any sense is an important way to offer loyalty to Kane and eradicate evilness. When there is no war, Kane even encourages His followers cannibalize each other, such as the famous Night of Blood, where the followers of Khaine will walk righteously through the streets of the dark elf city and kill any living person that comes into sight.

Through continuous dedication, mortals will achieve physical strength and spiritual bravery, elves will maintain their fighting power and will to fight, martial arts will return to the elves, and at the same time, it can effectively control overpopulation and reduce " Lazy "burden", Kane believes that this is the real equality, that is, I am strong and I am justified, and you deserve it if you are weak.

Ultimately, a beautiful age of martial virtues is coming.

"Big break and big stand?" Vlad sneered a few times: "Interesting, Tyrion might as well come to a small goal first, for example... first dedicate loyalty to a million elves?"

"It is undeniable that Kane's dedication to loyalty is really... but many elves really rely on this to maintain their fighting power and fighting will." Arkhan was silent for a while, and the Lich King tentatively asked: "What do you think?"

"It can only be said that great chaos is often followed by great governance, such as Nicohara, such as Sylvania, such as the empire, and even the elves, as long as there is no trouble." Vlad was silent for a while, then he looked like It was talking to himself, and it was like asking Arkhan: "Do you think the Empire will agree? Appoint me as an elector? Promise this alliance?"

Arkhan sneered in his heart, the Lich King thought, weren't you so sure before? Why do I start to doubt myself now and find my identity?

Also, this is the typical Nicohara nobility, they are too proud, proud to be absolutely confident in themselves and absolutely arrogant.

After that, it was a kind of inferiority complex. Vlad sent the letter with confidence and did not get any reply. The Death Lord felt that his self-esteem was hurt.

"If you are so confident, why don't you agree to honor the two emperors together? The Emperor of the Eastern Empire, the Emperor of the Western Empire? Or the Emperor of the Eastern Empire, the Emperor of Sylvania?" Arkhan continued to laugh at Vlad's wounded self-esteem. He took pleasure in it.

"The situation doesn't allow it." Vlad said simply: "First of all, the curse on your master still exists, and secondly, I have no confidence in defeating that guy."

The curse refers to Nagash's curse on the vampires: "You will never conquer Charlemagne's empire~www.wuxiamtl.com~ This curse remains in effect even after Vlad has absorbed some of Nagash's power, the undead. The last bit of the Lord's strength will also thwart Vlad's ambitions.

"That guy?" Arkham thought for a moment. "Charlemagne?"

"No, Charlemagne is nothing to be afraid of. He will know what to do in this situation. What I am really afraid of is the Sun King Ryan Malcador, can you feel it? His power is too powerful, I don't have it. To defeat him, his woman Emmanuel and her son Frederick are bound to give everything for the imperial throne, and it will be troublesome to attract him." Vlad said after deliberation: "For now, first To be officially recognized as the Elector, the primary goal of everything is to solve the Chaos Frenzy first, if the Empire is gone, then everything is gone, and our internal problems should be solved later."

"Are you really willing?" Arkhan was still fighting the fire.

"Time will change everything, and the most important thing we have is time." Vlad was full of confidence again: "How about letting Frederick be the emperor for one or two hundred years? In order to get Sylvania, I 1000 years of planning."

Arkhan didn't refute this time, and the Lich King nodded: "But we must hurry, otherwise Brunswick may fall before we get there. I think you will get the answer there too."

"Nothing can stop us, my friend, and we shall sweep towards Charlemagne's throne like a cold wind blowing through the cemetery, and when we arrive they will find out what a miscalculation it was to ignore the Son of Sylvania." Vlad clenched the blood-drinking sword: "The alliance of order will be established again, and I will get everything I deserve in Charlemagne's throne, and...my wife, Isabella!"

"Wait for me, I'll take you home right away!"