Proof of the Sun King

The Brittanian Crusades outside the city had less than 50,000 troops left at this time, and they were exhausted after several hours of fighting. The war had been fought from early morning to afternoon. At this time, only There are Norsca dwarves can maintain a certain combat effectiveness.

Ryan was also seriously injured. He could barely stand with his spear. Although he did not suffer the consequences of having his limbs cut off by the power of the shadow of oblivion, the previous injury and mental pain also caused him to collapse. He knew very well that his internal organs were bleeding. His lungs were in severe pain due to severe internal bleeding. Every breath was as painful as a steel knife, and the inside of his mouth and nostrils smelled of rust. All he can do is stand, and he can only stand. The overdraft of psionic energy made Venus in Ryan's eyes, and he exhaled desperately: "The order goes on, the army regroups, we must rush to save the palace before the fall. Brunswick, the fall of Charlemagne's throne would be fatal to the Empire."

"Your Majesty, you are seriously injured." Marshal Raymond said that, and he himself was not much better, two axe wounds, one sword wound, as well as the javelin hole on the shoulder and the scratch on the thigh. If It's not Morgiana's group healing technique, and Raymond definitely explained it here today: "We don't have the ability to quickly enter the city now."

"Why?" Ryan felt his eyes darken, and he was about to faint.

"Because there are still more than 80,000 Nurgle troops outside the city, the Chaos Demon Army has dissipated, and they are still there!" Raymond said quickly, he waved, and a group of old guard swordsmen rushed over and put Ryan on the rack Get up and step back: "We think we must regroup first, Your Majesty!"

"Damn!" Ryan closed his eyes in pain: "Is it still not good? Or..."

Nurgle's mad laughter and the cry of the Goddess of Mercy came from the Sharia Temple in the city. When Ryan didn't want to give up, the Nurgle army in front rushed over again. Thousands of Norsca Yankees enjoyed the Nagar. After the aftermath of the heavy rain, the wounds on their bodies healed again, and the entire four groups of Forsaken finally got the blessing of Nurgle as they wished, and transformed into warriors of Chaos directly on the battlefield.

"Protect the king." Raymond quickly ordered, more old guards came from behind, Ryan could feel that the current old guards seemed to be the army with the most complete organization, and there are still close to 2,000. People, this is first because Ryan used it as the last reserve team, and secondly, Surya personally led the Old Guards many times, and this force was protected by the group blessing of the Angel Alliance.

"Lion!" A vacuum appeared on the battlefield where the Chaos Demon Army had disappeared, and Suria hurriedly arrived, protecting Ryan behind her, and signaling the old guards to retreat in an orderly manner.

"Arctic realm!" The Kislev Guards of Queen Katarin arrived.

"Flamestorm!" Veronica's witch group also arrived.

Looking at the winged cavalry and Kislev's Ksa warriors passing by, Ryan was supported by Surya and smiled bitterly: "Madam, I specified that it is not good."

"You've done a great job, my husband." Surya said softly, "Next, leave it to us."

"Prepare~" The Dwarf Troll Hammer Rocket Brigade continued to move forward: "Reload~ Launch!"

A series of rockets directly blasted an entire team of Chaos Warriors into the sky.

Not far away, two dwarf giants were still fighting, and the Yankees' giant beast army also suffered more than half of the casualties, but neither side planned to stop.

Ryan nodded slowly. Even if he defeated the Chaos Demon Army, he was still very far away from this victory. According to the information, even if he could wipe out the Grote vanguard, there would still be at least one main force of Archain on the Chaos Wasteland. million people.

One million people... Thinking of this, Ryan couldn't help but smile bitterly, and the Sun King couldn't help but cast his eyes on the twin-tailed comet slowly approaching Brunswick above the sky.

Legend has it that when the empire encountered the most dangerous and terrifying disaster, Charlemagne or Emperor Ludwig the savior would return, and the symbol of return was the twin-tailed comet.

But this twin-tailed comet has been flying in the sky for almost three years. Brother, are you reliable?

How much combat power can the jihadists have left after the huge losses in this battle?

Are we still in time?

Ryan was guarded by the old guards, and was dragged back to the crusade camp by Suria and Sylvia. What he had to do was to stop the bleeding first. Due to the high magic resistance, almost all healing spells were magical. All had no effect on him, and Ryan's own psychic power had been exhausted, so Ryan could only stop the bleeding with the simplest bandages and the medicine of the wood elves.

Even so, Ryan demanded that he must stand among everyone.

No one in the jihadists objected to this.

Because as long as Ryan stood here, as long as he was with the knights and soldiers, the morale of the Brittanian army was worlds apart.

He is the symbol of victory, and he and the heraldic banner and iris banner behind him are the soul of Brittany!

"So, that star, will it be our turning point?"

When Ryan was still retreating under the protection, he had just retreated from the front line. Francois, Behemond, Callard and others, who were also injured, communicated in the camp.

Just after the meeting, everyone learned that the Duke of Montfort also died in the battle, as did Philip Mountbatten, the deputy commander of the Lengxi Guards, and the coach Oudino was seriously injured. Less than 400 people.

Now fighting against the Chaos Horde is the coalition of the Norsca dwarves and Kislev, and the Brittanian army is temporarily retreating and reorganizing.

The wood elves also suffered huge losses. The Alaros army retreated. The wood elves were still trying to reorganize the army. The army of Ariel also chose to retreat, and the Twilight sisters could no longer fight.

"Right now, we can only hope that the twin-tailed comet is really like the legend." François's face was tangled into a pale paper. Lane's old husband was covered in eight wounds, and his blood was almost two liters. If it weren't for the Holy Grail of the Sanctuary, and the family's armor, the sword of the unicorn, and the cloak blessed by the holy water of Morgiana, he would have died many times. Of course, there is a more important reason. He was in pain. After counting the 4,000 knights that Wenford went to expedition, there were only less than 2,000. The Unicorn Guard was reduced from 1,000 to 561. The old man was very distressed. These are all good soldiers. The soldiers he brought out!

No matter how noble the Holy Grail Knight's morality is, Francois can fight desperately on the battlefield when it involves his own core interests, but at this point, he is still suffering for his loss and muttering about all this Is it really worth it?

"I can't rush here. The enemy is all that kind of hard canned food, plus those giant beast troops, so our excellent Brittanian knights have to explain everything here." Marshal Berhemonde He also took off his helmet, his cheeks were cut by a Chaos Champion's axe, the old duke shook his head angrily: "Damn, how many Yankees are here? We go to clean up the Norsca line every few years, The land in the north is barren and basically impossible to grow, the income from fishing and hunting is limited, and there are civil wars all day long. How did the Yankees do it? It’s impossible for the Yankees to grow two seasons a year like wheat, right?”

"Only the lady knows." Callard was still very serious, and the dragon golden eagle on the top of his cross helmet had one wing cut off: "We have never dared to go deep into the Norsca Mountains, the only time in recent years to go deep The one with Oleg von Zhukov."

Everyone knew the ending of Oleg's deep penetration into Norsca, and everyone was silent.

You reason with Chaos?

The marshal and the generals waited for about a minute, and the white horse marshal Aman Rick came in from outside: "The situation is bad, we have to retreat and regroup."

"Wait, what about Lord Lawn?" Juan, the sharp-eyed Archduke Magritte, didn't find Lawn.

"Your Excellency Amanrique, hasn't Raun received news of the retreat?" Hagen, Duke of Guisoleaux said quickly.

"Lawn he... flew into the city with the Royal Pegasus Knight Brotherhood 'Sky Host'." Aman Rick shook his head.

"In the city?"

Just when Ryan was fighting the three great demons outside the city, a fierce battle was also going on in Brunswick's city.

Nurgle's chief great magic library-Gass and Nurgle's God's Choice champion Festus gave up continuing to attack the hard bones of Noor's defense circle, and turned to attack the temple of the Goddess of Mercy Sharia, just as Vlad expected. Just like that, Kugas and Festus planned to conduct a "harvest ceremony" at the main temple of the Goddess of Mercy, which would pull the entire city directly into the Chaos Realm and become part of the Nurgle Gardens.

At this time, Bishop Margarita, the Goddess of Mercy, made some efforts. She poured Salia's holy water into the ditch around the main temple. The pure water blessed by the Goddess of Mercy prevented the Chaos Demon from forcibly breaking through. The defense of the main temple bought some time, three reserve militia companies, four imperial provincial companies, and a team of lashers, these soldiers resisted the attack of the Nurgle army with their lives, and pinned their hopes on the almost impossible. 's reinforcements.

Holy water is effective for ordinary Nurgle demons, but it has little effect on Nurgle's chief demon, Kugas, who directly forcibly broke through the blockade of the temple and slammed open the door.

Seeing that victory was just around the corner, there was a piercing moan and the rubbing of bones from the courtyard on the far side of the temple.

In an instant, hordes of undead troops swarmed from more than a dozen streets and alleys, converging in front of the demon team behind Ku-Gas and Festus.

The head of the undead was the elector of Sylvania, Vlad von Carstein, his fingers rubbed the edge of the blood-drinking sword, and a cold smile appeared on his pale, twisted face.

There were shrill screams and horns in the air again, as well as the battle cry of Brittany's unparalleled warriors.

The blue sky above the temple was darkened by the wings of Pegasus.

As a united front, the living and the dead charged.

A large group of barren tomb guards followed the middle of the Nurgle Demon Army in the black knight commanded by Vlad and killed them. The curse of the Death Lord turned all the Nurglings into purple crystals, and Vlad was full of contempt. Looking at this group of enemies with too much liquid, he thought that our undead would never have such a problem. He waved the blood-drinking sword and slaughtered among the Nurgle demons, and more undead troops followed Vlad in. battlefield.

This really annoyed the two of Feiga. Facing the common charge of the Brittanian knights and the undead black knights, it seemed to be a very troublesome thing to take down the main temple of Sharia, and at this moment, The twin-tailed comet exposed in the clouds made the faces of the two of Figa change dramatically: "It's a star! It's that star!"

"We must hurry up!" Kugas had no choice. It had the ultimate move Nurgle bestowed on him to "kill Ryan". It should not have been used here, but now there is no choice.

Nurgle's brows were furrowed, and its originally happy expression gradually became gloomy. With the movement of the incantation, a hornbeam seed was taken out of Kugas' body and shot directly into Vlad's body.

Vlad was proud of his own strength. He arrogantly used the blood-drinking sword to bounce the seeds away, and sniffed the smell of the blade, expressing disdain for Nurgle's little tricks.

However, Vlad's pride cost him a huge price. The seed flew back into his body after two ejections in the ruins. Almost in the blink of an eye, Vlad's whole body was swallowed by the power of infection, and he died. The maharaja was covered with poisonous moss from head to bottom, and terrifying mold grew. His body became a flesh tree, exuding the smell of decay and decay, and then the death maharaja collapsed and cracked in pain Pieces of rigid white powder gravel shook his undead army, but it did not disappear.

Kugas also paid a huge price for his distraction, focusing all his attention on defeating Vlad at the same time, Lawn's attack has come, and the sword of the artifact Chrona seizes Kugas and controls the Hornbeam. The moment the seed parasitized Vlad, Kugas' throat was cut open.

The slow-reacting Kugas slammed Lawn's beloved mount Hippogryph Biquis under a nearby statue, and added another blow to completely kill the beast that had accompanied Lawn for decades. At this time, Lawn's determination was extremely firm, and the regent of the kingdom told himself that if he could defeat the two Figa here, then Brunswick might still have hope of being saved.

so be it!

Shouldn't the life of a man, the life of a knight, be lived and died for this?

My father Louis, my mother, my son Matthew Bard, and the washerwoman... Lawn's eyes vaguely appeared in front of his family, and the regent of the kingdom shouted and continued the sword of Curona. Send it towards Kugas.

Kugas roared, roared, struggled and smashed, but it was useless. In every wound it caused to Raun, the Holy Grail Knight dripped golden "sacred blood", and this golden blood was full of Bisaria. The blessing of the goddess in the lake is too much stronger. The golden blood burns the flesh and blood of the great demon, which is more effective than any strong acid, dissolving its material entity, like being thrown into a cloud of mold by scorched wood.

To make matters worse, holy blood dripped into the open wound in the demon's festering chest.

Gradually, Kugarth's struggle weakened, and Lawn seized the opportunity to pierce the rotten and festering black heart of the Chief Demon of Nurgle with the Sword of Corona. A burnt stain.

Raun, who was seriously injured, fell to the ground, and the regent of the kingdom looked at his results with great pride. Killing them all and letting them go back to where they should be is the best chivalry.

Then, only the enemy in front of him was left, and Lawn noticed that the last few Pegasus knights had been killed by Festus, and the last few Pegasus knights swelled, screamed, exploded, and even took them with them. The horse's blood dripped down like dirty rain.

It's not over yet!

Although Raun was exhausted and lost too much blood, the regent of the kingdom resolutely guarded the gate of the main temple of the Goddess of Mercy behind him, and he stepped down the steps to challenge Festus.

Almost all of the imperial defenders died in battle, behind the gates were only vulnerable patients, and the Goddess of Mercy only knew how to heal nuns.

As a knight, it is his duty and duty to protect the weak and fight for justice.

Is there anything else more honorable than I am now? Lawn couldn't help but smile.

that's enough.

The two sides immediately started a battle. Festus was a little anxious, and all his cards were out, but instead he gave Raun a chance. The more urgent Festus was, the slower he was. En seized the opportunity, tensed his shoulders, rolled over, stabbed with a sword, the glowing sword stabbed deep into Festus' guts, and the blow was enough to kill an ordinary Nurgle champion.

It's a pity that Lawn miscalculated. Festus is not comparable to the ordinary Chaos God's Choice. As the champion of Nurgle's God's Choice, he was blessed by Nurgle. S resisted the pain of burning his internal organs, took out a potion bottle from behind and smashed it on Lawn's face.

Lawn staggered back, howling in anger and pain, his entire face melted and his forehead exposed.

Seizing the opportunity, Festus took another meat hook from its belt, and the jagged bone edge slit Raun's throat, cutting back and forth in the rage of the Nurgle Champion Sawed and sawed, golden blood sprinkled on Festus' body like raindrops. Festus was in great pain, but he was not Kugas after all, it was real, flesh and blood.

Finally, the regent of the kingdom stopped struggling. Seeing this, Festus grabbed his hair, and when he wanted to twist his head off, a sharp sword pierced Festus' chest from behind. .

Death Lord Vlad was resurrected, his face was full of calculated anger, von Carstein's ring gleamed, Vlad swore it was his second rage since his resurrection, and Death Lord took out His secret weapon, the temporarily cut oak spear, penetrated Festus' body again and pierced his heart.

Oak is an extremely inert wood. As soon as it enters Festus' body, it madly absorbs Nurgle's life energy and breaks the balance that Festus is trying to maintain. Vlad immediately put Nagash in his body. The strong wind of death brought by the power was injected into Festus' body, and the Nurgle's Chosen Champion immediately mutated~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The body was covered with amethyst and turned into a statue.

The witch doctor lord fell.

Laun fell along with him. The Regent of the Kingdom glanced at Vlad at the last moment of his life. The two looked at each other. The Death Lord also sighed and nodded at him. The venerable Knight of the Holy Grail greeted von Carstein's standard etiquette, and immediately signaled the undead army to clean up the nearby Nurgle army. Without the power of Kugas and Festus, the Nurgle army has begun to dissipate. It was only a matter of time before Vlad was defeated.

Well, that's enough.

Lawn lay helplessly on the ground of the sturdy temple. The regent of the kingdom finally looked at the sky. He felt that his consciousness was disappearing, and the endless darkness was engulfing him, but in its place was a peaceful, tranquil, cloth. In an ideal land full of grasslands, forests, and lakes, the lady stood in front of the Moon Shrine, smiling at him with tears in her eyes.

"It's been hard work, Raun Leo Cornwall, really, hard work."

"My lady..." Raun murmured softly with vague consciousness.

"You are worthy of your family, you are worthy of your country, you are worthy of chivalry, you are worthy of me, Lawn-Leo Cornwall." The goddess wiped away her tears and greeted Lawn with open arms.

"That's enough." Lawn said his last words, and he showed his last smile with difficulty. The nuns of the Goddess of Mercy surrounded him and called the hero's name, but he couldn't hear anything. .

In this way, with the victory of the defense and the relief of Brunswick being dragged into the Garden of Nurgle, in the call of the crowd, surrounded by the living and the dead, on the stone slabs of the main shrine of the Goddess of Mercy, the The Regent of the Kingdom of Tania, the Marshal of Brittany, and the Duke of Conroigne, Lawen-Leo Cornwall, fell to the world.

This was the seventh marshal to be killed in Brittany.