Proof of the Sun King

In the autumn of 2525 of the imperial calendar, the Great Forest of Tarabeheim.

The two boys were hiding together and sleeping together. They temporarily found a wild boar den, killed all the piglets inside and had a feast, then lay down and slept with their heads covered. Beside them, the two griffins were the same. Sleeping soundly, outside the boar's den, a group of crows faithfully guarded the two frustrated men.

The morning light of dawn shone on the face of one of the frustrated men. His face was full of stubble, and the crevices of his beard were full of oil stains. It was impossible for anyone looking at him to think of the identity of this frustrated man.

Emperor of the Empire, Karl Franz woke up in the morning light, he heard Matak's painful howl, obviously Matak was having a nightmare, and it was a very painful nightmare, this is more like the chief wizard A beggar in dirty clothes actually miraculously found himself.

But when he heard someone calling the emperor above the sky, Karl Franz was so frightened that his heart almost jumped out of his chest, but he recognized the two-headed griffin immediately. After all, the griffins in the Imperial Royal Zoo are Those, a kind of joy burst out in his body in an instant, and he was relieved to realize that the loyal people are still alive, even if everything else has been ruined, even if his northern army has been completely destroyed by the darkness, there are still troops in the rear.

As the chief royal wizard, Matak's strength is beyond doubt. Even though Matak is not particularly good at spell damage or healing magic, Matak is able to communicate with birds to find the emperor's location, riding a griffin. After flying for five or six days, he found him. The magic dry food he brought imported from the elves made the emperor recover his physical strength very quickly. His amber magic made the death claw of the great gryphon return to health and cure death. The broken wings of the claw restored the great griffin's former strength.

The two set off from Ostermark on a gryphon, flew for several days, and finally approached Brunswick.

Karl Franz was relieved by the news brought by Matak. Although Marienburg and Tarabheim had fallen, Middenheim, Brunswick, Averheim and Noor were all still alive. During the resistance, among them Middenheim and Nur also had an established elite army, the emperor thought about it, his smile disappeared, he looked at the beggar in front of him, and then touched his beard.

So, this is the virtue of the empire now? Just like me and Matak?

"Ah ah ah~" Matak was obviously having a nightmare again. The chief royal wizard was howling endlessly, and the emperor simply woke him up: "My great wizard, how are you?"

"Emperor, my emperor, it's great that you're still alive." Matak was shaken awake, the Supreme Wizard hiccupped, and the oncoming overnight bad breath almost made the emperor almost spit out the food in his stomach , but Mattak's next words caught the Emperor's attention: "Karl, Karl, I have received an oracle from Tar, that the Lord of Nature is dying, He is being tormented by the plague of Nurgle, corrupt vines, poisonous moss in Cover him, he is dying, and only the true son of Charlemagne can save him, Karl, and only you."

"What should I do?" the emperor asked lightly.

"We must go back to Brunswick. Only by guarding Charlemagne's throne in the hands of the father of the plague can Tar have a chance to be saved." Matak replied to the emperor.

"Then why don't we hurry? It's not far from Brunswick." The emperor was not surprised by this answer.

"But... all this requires a price, Carl, all this requires a price." Matak said painfully and tangled: "The Lord of Nature told me, if you go to Nur or Averheim, or even Middenheim now Regroup your troops, then you have a chance to survive, but if you choose to return to Brunswick, then the end that awaits you is death."

"Death?" The emperor was stunned. He looked at Matak in disbelief, but got an extremely affirmative answer from the chief wizard.

Is it? Am I going to die in Brunswick?

But then he calmed down. He raised his head and looked at the sun at eight or nine in the morning. The autumn sun still retains a little heat. Karl Franz felt the heat, and the emperor smiled lightly.

His empire was ravaged, his cities were devastated, and his armies were annihilated.

"Matak, you said that there is no immortal dynasty in this world, and no grave that cannot be dug, right?"

"His Majesty?"

"Let's go, let's go to Brunswick." The emperor didn't say any more, he looked serious, put the dragon tooth sword into the scabbard, and awakened the claw of death.

…………I have no dividing line of the immortal dynasty…………

"We're here! We're here! Second brother, third brother, look, we're here!"

Otto stood on top of his third brother Gurit, his whole body was shaking with excitement.

"Brother! We are finally here!"

Azerak danced his staff excitedly, the bells jingling on it.

"Me too." Gurit spat out a few Chaos Eggs from his mouth.

The capital of the empire, the heart of the empire, the throne of Charlemagne, the birthplace of the Carolingian tribes were before their eyes, the huge buildings, the towers that burst into the sky, the walls that stood on the swamps on the banks of the river, the The thousands of smoky chimneys and the tiled roofs below, all so striking, so grand, so... enchanting!

This would be the best gift for a loving father!

The three Grote brothers thought so.

"It's so beautiful." Otto exclaimed, the elder brother watched with fascination as the city was struggling with the epidemic. The city walls and building surfaces were covered with moss and vines. Brunswick was like a dying patient, undergoing the final battle. Resisting, the blessing of the loving father has covered her skin and flowed into her veins.

"Brother, it's not too late, let's go."

"No, don't worry."

Otto rejected Azerac's proposal: "We must wait, for Festus and his great work, for Gotrit and his army of tentacles, for the Maggot Rider and the clerks."

"Come on, here they come~"

Before he finished speaking, a terrifying horn sounded from the north of the city, dark green Nurgle warriors, hordes of Beastmen chapters, monstrous demon beasts, and huge minotaur chapters, And the most filthy and unsightly vortex beasts slowly stepped out of the forest.

At first it was dozens, then hundreds, and soon thousands, tens of thousands.

Seventy or eighty turbid currents eventually merged into an army that was enough to drown the entire city. The Yankees’ queue was about two thousand meters wide, and there were countless hordes of Drakwald beastmen. The six minotaur chapters can't stand it anymore, they are eager for fresh flesh, and the city in front of them is the largest meat storage!

Gotrit-spirator strode out of the queue, and the half-man, half-tentacled warlord, the Chosen, signaled that he was ready.

"The Lord of Tentacles is here, there are many, many, many." Azerac shouted happily: "Brother, although you can't see it, the three brothers of the maggot cavalry from the east have also arrived. There are many, many people!"

"Idiot, how many are there?"

"In short, it's a lot!" Ezerac laughed wildly: "Third brother, I promise you can have a full meal today~"

"Big brother eats first, brother eats full first, I will only feel sorry for brother~" Gu Ruite laughed eagerly, his shoulders rolling back and forth in excitement.

"Very good, the three-way army has arrived!" Otto was still waiting: "Then, Festus is still missing."

The Nurgle God's Choice champion didn't make the three brothers wait too long. Soon, the rumbling sound of knocking across the earth was deeper than the sound of thunder, as if the unstable foundations of the whole world began to grind and rub against each other, sticky hair. The smelly rain poured down, and the pouring rain was mixed with sticky clumps of dirt.

Otto raised his head and grinned, feeling the cool mucus running down his cracked cheek.

"Wow~"

"Oh oh oh oh~"

“Nurgle~~~~”

"Nurgle~Nurgle~Nurgle~"

The heavy rain made the defenders in the city wailed in pain, and the soldiers who were touched by the rain could feel the pain like gouging out their bones even if they were not sick. It was a rain of rain, everyone felt the blessing of the loving father, and everyone felt a hundred times more energetic. As if they had a tacit understanding, they began to shout the name of Nurgle.

"Nurgle! Nurgle! Nurgle!" The young, aggressive Norsca raiders slapped their shields with axes. They were extremely excited, because the loving father must be watching the battle, making achievements, and being promoted to champion raiders. The first steps of the Chaos Warrior, Chaos Warrior, Chaos Champion, Chaos Lord, Chaos Chosen, and even the Demon Prince begin!

"Nurgle! Nurgle! Nurgle!" The Norsca veterans with white temples were equally ecstatic. This may be their last chance. God is above, please witness my efforts and grant me glory and strength!

"Nurgle! Nurgle! Nurgle!" The savage Kurgans, the mighty Chaos warriors, and the monstrous Nurgle demons hammered the ground with their weapons, and the love of a father is finally here!

"Nurgle! Nurgle! Nurgle!" The outcasts, the Beastmen, the various monster warbands, and the Cyclops also shouted. These things didn't understand why, they were just echoing, waiting for orders, waiting With fresh meat, waiting for another satisfying gluttonous feast.

More than 7,000 battle flags were bathed in heavy rain, each with the face of the father of various plagues. The butcher's knife was removed from its holster, the chains of the hammer were undone, and the blunt sword was drawn from its human-skin scabbard.

"Stop~~~~~" Otto, the eldest brother of the three Grote brothers, raised his scythe, and the audience was silent for a moment, only to see that the dark clouds in the storm opened a gap, and the other side of the gap was not the blue sky, but a terrifying In the Nurgle Garden, the loving laughter of the loving father crashed down with the green lightning, and all the Nurgle believers sighed contentedly.

As a child of a loving father, happiness is sometimes so simple.

and boring.

As many as 400,000 warriors, beasts, and monsters swarmed all around Brunswick, screaming, horde horns and wild roars, shrill roars erupted from the countless tribes, people Everyone was excited because the loving father was watching the battle, and they all turned their attention to the three brothers Groot. They were children who were especially loved by the loving father, and they knew what to do.

Otto enjoyed a moment of joy, he laughed wildly, and acted recklessly in the heavy rain, but he knew he could not delay too long, he wanted to dedicate the city to his true father, a good boy never disappoints his father .

The plague scythe lay flat, pointing at the city gate, and Otto's order followed.

"Attack the gate!"

Above the tower, Marshal Rick Heilberg looked at the "scenery" in front of him. He was staring at more and more tribes advancing into their positions. The city wall came.

Are those Chaos warriors in heavy armor that can be dealt with by the now improvised rabble?

Can those siege towers with a height of twenty or thirty meters, all composed of humus, be destroyed by artillery?

And those siege beasts, a horde of filthy, terrifying, drooling creatures, cyclops holding boulders, and minotaurs huddled together trying to open cans of meat, is the Empire capable of defeating them now?

Heilberg didn't know, but Marshal Rick's forehead and back couldn't help but sweat. His hand was tightly gripping the hilt of Runefang's sword. The hair, soaking through his lining, was sticky and uncomfortable.

Witnessing the desperate situation in front of them, even the guards of Rick, who had seen many battles, felt terrified, and everyone almost focused their attention on Heilberg.

The old coach was stunned for a few minutes. He could see the expression of Nurgle's deity from the crack in the sky. An extreme fear gave rise to extreme anger. He immediately pointed to the crack in the sky and roared: "Did you see that?"

"Look... see..."

"Then why are you just watching? Where have all the mages died? Turn it off immediately!" The old coach pointed at the kind face of the fat grandpa~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and growled hysterically. : "Turn it off! Turn it off, you must turn it off!"

Heilberg's order made everyone slowly regain their senses. In the heavy rain, the battle mages had begun to cast spells on the circling furious storm to contain them. However, the seal they hastily created had little effect in the face of the condensed terrifying hell.

"Fire!" The battle wizard is still gathering strength, Heilberg has forced himself to focus all his attention on the war in front of him, his hoarse voice is more like a human than a human because of the long shouting. The green-skinned warlord, the old man slammed the crenel of the city wall: "In the name of the blood of Charlemagne, fire!"

"Fire!"

"Fire!!!"

Heilberg's orders echoed through the Imperial army, inspiring the rest. The roar of imperial artillery overwhelmed the sound of heavy rain, the roaring cannonballs smashed into the noisy Yankee, and the long guns and short guns were in order. The firepower of the fire ripples on the city wall, followed by the sound of arrows breaking the air.

Dozens of war machines are firing at each other on a battlefield that has long been suffocated by death and madness, and eight hundred artillery pieces on the city wall. Lightning flashes, reflecting the smoky devastation.

"Will the knights of the Sun King arrive in time? Will the Brittany Crusaders come to support us?" Julian Brandt, a recruit of the Rick Guard, couldn't help but said: "And the dwarves. , Elf, where are our allies?"

Heilberg was silent.

"My marshal?"

Marshal Rick was silent for a few seconds before he spoke.

"Stay on the post! Men of the empire, your sharpest weapon is courage, and our most loyal belief in Charlemagne. We fight for the empire and die, and we have no regrets."