Proof of the Sun King

Now the battlefield outside the city has become a flesh and blood slaughterhouse. Facing the appearance of the four Chaos Demon Army, the Knight Road army suffered heavy losses, and one order after another was passed to Surya.

"Marshal Berhemonde cannot continue to advance, request to retreat!"

"The knights of the Duchy of Berleon have lost more than half!"

"Musilon's Lengxi Guards have lost more than half!"

"Le-Angoulan Marines are all dead!"

"Marshal Aman Rick is in trouble, ask for reinforcements!"

"The Norsca Ironfur Legion has been defeated!"

"The Wood Elves are rout."

"Your Excellency Julian, the Holy Grail, is dead!"

"His Excellency the Great Holy Grail Turas is dead!"

"News from Beria, General Meretskov is seriously injured, and the Kislev Army needs to be reorganized!"

"His Excellency Leofric, Duke of Carcassonne, said he couldn't hold on anymore!"

One after another, the news reached Suria, the knight queen kept giving new orders, the old guard guarded her, and behind her, the reserve team and the dwarf army were still there. constantly entering the battlefield.

"Megazord, powerup!" Not far away, the dwarf colossus had already entered the battle. Under the operation of the engineer, the dwarf war colossus hugged the Nurgle war behemoth, and the long nose of the chaotic mammoth fell on the waist of the dwarf colossus. With a flash of sparks, the chest of the dwarf war colossus opened, and a series of hellstorm rockets blasted all the Norsca people on the Chaos Mammoth into the sky, and then a punch overturned the Chaos Mammoth, and the giant axe cut open the belly of the war behemoth, and the beast blew up. Blood flowed all over the place, and flames spewed from the palm of the colossus, roasting groups of Yankees.

At the center of the battlefield, Ryan is fighting against the three ultimate demons and their powers by himself.

Anglath - The Unbridled Axe opened and closed, behind it, the boundless sea of ​​blood, the gushing flames, the brass fortress loomed, and there were constantly Khorne demons joining the battlefield to fight against the Grey Knights.

Sharashi - The Demon Calamity is as graceful and gorgeous as a ballet dancer, its power has eroded the world, and everyone can see that behind it is a grand banquet, located in the palace of Slaanesh, wearing a The masked crowd staggered, and the Slaanesh demon with eight arms and eight scorpions was bound in the center of the hall. A group of people took food from it. The ground was covered with turbid liquor, and the strong fishy smell stimulated the mortals. snout.

Rotigues holds a box of boxwood, behind which bright red, blue, yellow and purple flowers pierce the gloomy atmosphere, and a paradise of joy spreads in the melancholy forest landscape. Digging and running insects have brightly patterned carapaces and shiny wings. Insects fly briskly along the long banks of the slow, muddy river. With the rustling sound of the reeds, the children of the loving father kept walking into the battlefield.

And at the center of the battlefield is a pure white world. Ryan is fighting against Angras and Sharashi by himself. Blue veins are popping up on the Primarch's head. Around him, there are a total of 55 legendary Grey Knight heroic spirits. They fought side by side, just in the white marble floor, the white and flawless clouds, and the deep blue sky, they fought side by side with the original body, slaughtering all the chaotic demons that came from three sides, leaving behind the filth in the air. Chaos energy.

war! war! war!

That wave-like momentum swept the earth, and no one could stop it.

"Hahaha, isn't that the festering heart of a loving father? Come on, I will defeat you again!"

"Guan Geer, once again, we are face to face!"

"Andre, the betrayer of the Prince of Darkness, are you ready to be exiled by me again?"

The tall and majestic grey knight heroic spirits rushed towards one of the enemies with a big laugh, bursting out with a monstrous fighting intent. After the other party found out, he immediately greeted him with fearless courage.

The first-generation gray knight's supreme mentor, Janus, held a psionic sword, which immediately burst into a dazzling light in the chaotic demon group, tearing apart the dozen chaotic steel bull cavalry besieging him in an instant and turning them into pieces. Light rain disappeared.

However, such bravery did not make people retreat, but instead attracted more people to attack and kill him.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull offering skull seat!"

"Nurgle is love! Nurgle is life! All things will perish, but Nurgle will live forever!"

"Sex is the **** of sex, sin is sin, and filth is exhausted! Desire and desire!"

The three-sided chaotic army attacked, and their power alone was enough to destroy an entire country, but they were stopped by Ryan. The gray knight primarch not only blocked the three ultimate demons, but even stopped them. Chaos Demon Army, this is already a miracle, just at the door of the three ancient spire gates, four energies are entangled together, symbolizing Angras's red and black, symbolizing Ryan's mixed gold and silver, symbolizing Sara The dark purple of the Hellbane, and a little further away without melee, symbolizes the yellow-brown color of Rotigues.

The power of destruction never stops and has no limits. This is no longer a battle for mortals, and even mortals have no right to participate.

Outside the city, the three Grote brothers were greatly relieved after receiving the support of the Chaos Behemoths and the Four Great Demons. The three Grote brothers kept in mind the orders of the loving father, and they kept about one third of them. The troops continued to entangle with the knightly crusaders outside the city, and the remaining troops invaded the city, they vowed to dedicate Brunswick, Charlemagne's throne to the loving father.

Gotrit-Spitter personally led the Minotaur Chapter, the Nurgle Champions Chapter, the Norsca Champion Champions Chapter, and the Human Skin Wolf Chapter forward, with a force as strong as a tidal wave on the half-mile long front. The battlefield slammed into the imperial defenses. Chaos Knights burst through the spear forest in a blast of shattering blades, lashing out at Imperial soldiers with jagged lances and enchanted blades. The dragon demon slammed the halberdiers who came to intercept them, and the strange lightning swept across the skin of the scales, making a crackling sound, knocking out the soldiers on both sides.

The north gate and west gate of Brunswick have been lost, and only the east gate and south gate, which were supported by the Brittanian Crusaders, were preserved.

In the city, Marshal Rick Heilberg is commanding about 3,000 imperial soldiers to fight in the streets, including the elite Rick guards, including the recruits who were recruited temporarily. The battle has continued for several days. For an hour, many soldiers were too tired to stand up, and the noise of war raged in the storm. Heilberg glanced at the mutilated, distressed, and sweaty faces of the soldiers around him. The pain in his heart revived. They are the kindest and most loyal soldiers, fighting for the sanctity of their homeland and the survival of their families.

Of course Heilberg saw the battle outside the city, and Marshal Rick once saw the hope of victory in the war. Although he was quite critical of the Sun King's repeated "interference" in the internal affairs of the Empire, Heilberg was of course grateful to the Bretons With the assistance of the two sides, perhaps the two sides will be able to defeat the army of Nurgle, at least defend the capital, and then step by step to clear the enemy in the empire.

From the very beginning of the appearance of the Crusaders of the Knights Road, Heilberg tried to merge with Ryan's army, but all efforts were unsuccessful, and the soldiers could not leave the city walls, otherwise they would only be torn apart by the Yankees like rags , The Knights Road army fell into the quagmire after exhausting the power of the charge, and it was still far from the city wall.

Heilberg made one of his most effective efforts. He managed to gather 4,000 heavy cavalry in Brunswick, secretly opened the city gates and launched a charge while the Chaos army was shaken by the Bretons. This time The charge was very successful, but just as Heilberg was trying to achieve further results, the Chaos War Mammoths, the Chaos Behemoths, and the appearance of the Four Great Demons and their Chaos Demon Army from the north caused Heilberg to be stunned. forced to retreat.

In the end, less than 2,000 heavy cavalry were successfully withdrawn into the city.

Marshal Rick, exhausted and helpless.

From a strategic and tactical point of view, all Heilberg's efforts were successful.

The walls of Brunswick were like sponges, absorbing the forces of the Chaos army, limiting the power of the Yankees.

The soldiers resisted layer by layer according to Heilberg's design, causing the battlefield to fall into a tug of war.

The charge at a critical moment also defeated part of Gotritt's forces at the North Gate. Rick's guards, more than a dozen Imperial Knights, and the half-griffin knights of the entire Griffin Knights even used grenades to attack the North Gate. The tower was smashed, the catapult blew up, and the Yankees who could not stand the test were swept away.

That's right, all efforts have been successful, and the vision together has been realized.

In the end, Heilberg still found that he was still powerless. Less than half of the more than 100,000 people under his command were still alive, and less than half of the survivors could stand up to fight. The reinforcements of his enemy were already there. Gathered on the edge of the forest, they paced out of the shadows and lined up along the northern horizon, their numbers seemed endless, three to take their place each time one Chapter was destroyed.

At the same time, Heilberg also saw the battle between Ryan and the three-headed monster. He was deeply shocked by the power of the King of Knights. What a mighty power it was, but even a fool could see that Ryan's heart was like the world fighting at the same time. How hard is the erosion of the three chaotic worlds, and on the battlefield outside the city, the Knight Road Crusaders have even begun to show signs of retreating, the chaotic demon is too powerful.

How to do?

The old man smiled wryly, he really tried his best, he tried his best, he was ready to face death.

Any reinforcements? Heilberg really laughed, and the old coach hilariously tried to convince himself that maybe there were other reinforcements? Will the dwarves of the Roof of the World come to their aid? The elf of Ulthuan? Or Middenheim? Averheim? Eight Peaks Mountain?

"My marshal, look!" At this moment, Duke Griffin Ivan shouted at Heilberg.

"Look? Look at what? More Yankees." Heilberg said casually, if today is the end of Brunswick, then let it come, he is ready.

"No! Look!" Duke Griffin's tattered cloak swayed in the air.

Heilberg then reluctantly picked up the telescope and looked east.

The old man opened his mouth wide, one after another giant phalanx, the army in black and red armor is advancing, the family crest of the black bat-wing monster on a red background is familiar, these silent armies have neither There was no mutation in the roar, they were just advancing. In the gaps in the queue, some bigger and more terrifying guys appeared, looming in the forest, and they were on their way to join the battlefield.

"That's..." Heilberg not only trembled, he remembered the nearly year-long war in the Golden Fortress, he remembered the key support during the battle of Huffwind, and he remembered the living and the dead side by side. The days of the war, he remembered...

"Your Excellency Marshal Rick." A noble, elegant, and arrogant voice sounded from about thirty or forty meters away from Heilberg. With a terrifying chill, he recognized a food store standing in a The fallen prince in the ruins, wearing a blood-red armor, riding a skeleton horse, saw Heilberg notice himself, the army of the dead, the elector of Sylvania, the blood of von Carstein Zu, Vlad von Carstein politely saluted Heilberg with an unparalleled standard of imperial court etiquette. He seemed happy that Heilberg was willing to listen to himself, his voice He seemed extremely happy, although Heilberg doubted whether the undead could be so emotional: "Your Excellency, the letter from this seat has been delivered to you accurately, but you have not given me an accurate answer. This seat thinks it is time to come. A beautiful speech."

"Von Carstein, are you still alive?" Heilberg roared.

"This seat? This seat is always alive, of course, this seat is probably dead... 5,000 years?" Vlad's handsome face smiled: "I want to discuss history with this seat, this seat has a lot of time to accompany you, but I It seems as though your army and your city don't have that much time left."

"Of course, when you stood by and watched, my soldiers sacrificed their lives to defend the city, while you huddled in the dark." Heilberg roared bravely: "Where are your people?"

"Of course I am happy to participate in this war. If you need it, I will also go to help the Sun King and add a sword to his duel with the Chaos Great Demon, but in what name?" Rad smiled: "This seat is waiting for your answer."

Heilberg's face suddenly turned ashen. The old man's face was red with anger, then black with embarrassment, then blue with embarrassment, and finally pale with helplessness. He opened his mouth and spat out his disbelief. Words: "So be it."

"So, how is it?" Vlad could feel amazing joy.

"This commander... This commander promises you! I promise you, that's enough!" Heilberg shouted desperately in the shocking gaze of the surrounding imperial army.

"That's right!" Vlad couldn't help applauding, and the army of death said contentedly: "If the main material world is replaced by pure chaos, then what's the point of our fight? Now is the moment to save the nation, you do The right choice has been made, my marshal, and this seat is very pleased."

"Enough! Come here, kneel down!" Heilberg shouted: "Kneel down in front of me, hurry up, don't make me regret it!"

Vlad was stunned for a moment, and there was a wounded expression on the face of the Death Lord, but he immediately realized something. The Death Army walked to Heilberg and knelt down on one knee.

The rune fang pressed against Vlad's shoulder, and Heilberg's face showed a hint of revenge, but he was immediately enveloped in deep sadness, and the old coach's voice sounded: "Take this coach as the Charlemagne Empire. Regent and the power of the runetooth sword, I hereby declare that Vlad von Carstein of Sylvania, in desperation, you are the Elector of Sylvania!"

"I don't want you to kill me by granting you the title, but I want you to remember that you must be loyal to your country."

"I don't want you to make a profit by granting the land to you, but I want you to remember your noble identity."

"Now, I grant my most honorable trust to you von Carstein, what you get is not only supreme power and status, but irreplaceable responsibility!"

"May you and your bloodline fight for the survival of the empire!"

"This seat promises." Vlad couldn't hide the joy on his face, the Death Monarch respectfully saluted, expressing his acceptance of the canonization, and he couldn't help playing with the Von Carstein Ring~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The Lord of Death stood up in disbelief under the unbelievable gaze of the imperial army. He laughed happily and sent a signal to the outside of the city.

Now, everyone is a compatriot of the Empire.

The three brothers of the maggot cavalry heard footsteps in the forest to the east, and it seemed that thousands of heavily armored troops were moving. The mount bile carrier, a pox maggot, rushed to the edge of the forest with the Brass Fortress Evil Legion, and said indistinctly: "You are late, the stinking idiots of the Demon Bird God, hurry up and prepare. Let's start killing!"

"Come on, the slogans are shouted, the drums are beaten, let the Nankees know that we are here!"

There was still no reply in the forest, only three people came out.

At the head was a Nicohara lich, crowned and holding a staff, with blue flames burning in his empty eyes.

The second is in full baroque red cursed armor, holding a huge black axe, tall, and it is already picking its opponent.

The third one is more human, with sticky white mid-part long hair, a wrinkled face wearing an eye patch, a captain's suit, a machete in one hand and a firearm in the other, his head shaking like a nervous Non-stop: "Gao'er, don't be unconvinced, the father of the blood dragon is the father, all day long except for eating and drinking, nothing else~"

Broben the Rotten Breeder: "???"

There was no time to shock Nurgle's children, and when they came to their senses, the Silent Legion rushing out of the forest charged at the three brothers of the Maggot Rider.

"Fight, Descendants of Nagash!" The Lich King Arkhan looked at these chaotic and unclean things in disgust. Behind him, one after another, heavily armored undead legions filed out.

"Let's sweep away the ultimate gift of the dark gods!"