Proof of the Sun King

Emperor Karl Franz and the imperial chief wizard Mattak fell in the courtyard of the palace. Although poisonous weeds about 20 to 30 centimeters high had grown on the ground, the emperor and the chief wizard were fortunate to find the resistance outside. Still continuing, there is no enemy in the courtyard for the time being.

"Emperor, this is not a good choice." Matak fell to the ground riding a two-headed griffin. He was not a good rider. Compared with the emperor's skilled riding skills, he was like a rookie. See Carl F. Lanz insisted on landing in the palace, and Matak shook his head repeatedly: "Our best choice is to go to the zoo, and the second best choice is to go to the southeast, have you seen it? Nuer's black-ground golden lion flag is still flying. On Ronderstadt Castle."

"Why do you think that Nuer's army will obey my command?" The emperor was stunned for a moment, then he rolled over and got off the claw of death, and said lightly, "Because Devin is my godson?"

"Because you are the Emperor of the Empire!" Matak insisted.

"Because I am the Emperor of the Empire, I must be here, and I must face the enemies who dare to provoke my majesty in the palace!" Karl Franz shouted: "You saw their army, you know how big they are. close!"

"It is impossible for us to defeat the three Grote brothers, Your Majesty." Matak continued to persuade him, "I know how powerful they are."

"I know too." The emperor seemed to regret his previous tone, he thought about it, and said softly: "Matak, you know, I owe you a life, you saved me, I allow you to do what you want things, including but not limited to going to the zoo, seeking the help of the Nuer army, or even riding a two-headed griffin away to find a way to survive, I allow you, but I am the emperor of the empire, it is my responsibility to protect the empire, do not Stop me, it's my destiny."

After he finished speaking, Karl Franz glanced at the old crooked-neck tree in the courtyard of the palace, at the entrance of the Holy Hammer Hall, and the Emperor was speechless for a long time.

Seeing this, Matak could only scolded secretly, barely keeping up.

In the palace hall separated by a wall, the Chaos army has already killed here, the imperial palace guards are almost dead and wounded, and there are about 4,000 subordinates of the three brothers Grote.

"The twin-tailed comet is getting closer, let's hurry up!"

At this time, only Vlad's undead army could resist. The Von Carstein vampire sent by the death army and the pale three sisters of Lemia fell in front of the three brothers of Grote.

Vlad was forced to fight in person. The Death Lord was in poor condition. There was constant yellow-green mucus dripping from the surface of his body. He kept coughing and vomited a stream of bile. In front of the three brothers Grote: "You can't pass here!"

"Ah, it's you old necrophile." Big brother Otto admired the beauty of the Imperial Palace, the colorful glass windows, the incredible chandeliers, the sculptures that symbolized the glorious history of the Empire, and Wanton trampling on the finely crafted marble floor: "Sign up for the name, our three brothers will not kill the unknown!"

"My name is known to everyone from Kislev to the Nicohara Desert," Vlad said coldly, clenching his blood-drinking sword.

"? So what's your name?" The second brother, Ezerac, asked, "Who are you sending it to? Tell me your name!"

"..." Vlad's face showed a hurt expression, and he was even more angry: "This seat is Vlad von Carstein, the elector of Sylvania, the supreme death Maharaja, Lord of Shadows, Original Count of Vampires, Heir to the Power of Nagash, First King of Vampires, Husband of Isabella, Lord of Darkness, Lord of Von Carstein!"

"Is it very famous?" Otto and Ezerak looked at each other, they really had never heard of Vlad's name, in order not to lose their momentum, they imitated Vlad's tone and stammered it now. They gave them a name that looked majestic and domineering: "Then we also tell you, this seat... the three are the three brothers Grote, Nurgle... the eldest brother of the good children, the idiots of the Empire. Destroyer of , a sick man with many, many sicknesses, Daddy Nurgle's darling baby! And, about to kill that or something... three brothers of Cas Eggin"

"Yes, we're going to kill you, bad Frodo!"

"Me too!"

"Enough, you foolish Yankees, endless hogs, same-sex bugs, buzzing venomous wasps, **** dripping from the crevices of the sky, Chaos Egg's toy triplets, chopping boards The fat hogs, the stinking barrels of carrion, the **** of the Norsca Mountains, the rotten fish of the Claw Sea, the shit-eating professionals in Nurgle's garden, Archaon's lackeys, Brunswick's thieves, Marienburg's Executioners, deformed babies of humans and sea monsters, in my Sylvania, you're only worthy of a goat's **** in the slaughterhouse!"

"All curses bounce back!" Otto called out.

"Your rebound is ineffective!" Azerac shouted after him: "You bad **** bastard! We are the good ones, the good ones!"

"Me too!" Gurit also farted, spewing out a thick stream of viscous, tan fluid.

"You, this, this, one by one, hum ~ hum ~ hum ~ ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Without further ado, the two sides began to fight, and Vlad fought against the three Grote brothers at the same time by himself.

Although Vlad's strength was severely regressed, his swordsmanship and sophistication of magic made him worthy of a duel with the Groth brothers, his blood-drinking sword against Otto's plague scythe, and his spell against Azerac's plague Magic, and Death Lord also avoided Gurit's attack.

In this way, in front of the Emperor's throne, the undead and Chaos fought, and there was no human figure.

The three brothers Groot tried their best to defeat Vlad, so they could only deal with him. Vlad, who cultivated both magic and martial arts, danced like a bat in the siege of the three brothers, and he kept his eye on his goal—— The elder brother Otto, the king of death, noticed that among the three Grote brothers, the elder brother Otto was the dominant one, he was wiser (relative to his two younger brothers), and was the backbone of the three guys.

The target was determined, Vlad immediately waved the blade, the vampire turned the blade in the air, twisted his body into a twist, easily dodging Otto's sickle attack, Vlad released a curse of years to redeem Egypt. Zerac's life proliferated, and the army of death seized the opportunity to slash the blood-drinking sword on Otto's wrist, and then the blade stuck at the corner of the plague war scythe, allowing the scythe to break free from Otto's hand, and Vlad stepped on the scythe with one foot. At his feet, he raised his head: "Then, this is the end."

The Death Lord grabbed Otto's wrist and broke his wrist upside down to minus 180 degrees. Otto felt a little pain and was about to fight back. The blood-drinking sword in Vlad's hand pierced directly from behind him. Otto's heart.

"Big brother!"

"Big Brother!!!"

Ezerac and Gurit screamed, Otto knelt down weakly, Vlad injected a little wind of death and planned to kill Otto directly, but he coughed again and again - the hornbeam seeds still affected him of power, he couldn't draw enough wind of death out of his body to give Otto a fatal blow.

Damn, I don't have enough magic power.

Vlad thought so, the Death Lord pulled out the blood-drinking sword from behind Otto. Vlad was annoyed at losing this opportunity. He noticed the blood in the sword slot of his blood-drinking sword. , like his fighting habits for thousands of years, Vlad needs more magic power, and the best source of magic power for vampires is blood, so he subconsciously stuck out his tongue and licked the blood on the blood drinking sword , trying to restore some magic this way.

The next second, Vlad's hand quickly covered his throat. The vampire's eyes bulged, he covered his mouth and retched, and then spit out a mouthful of foul-smelling liquid. The Death Lord knelt directly on the ground, and he spit out a stream of black and red blood: "This... this is ?"

It's not blood at all, it's full of "shit" called Nurgle's Blessing!

There's poison in the shit!

"Does it taste good? Like it? Come again?" Otto got up from the ground, and the wound on his chest was quickly healed by Nurgle's blessing. The elder brother laughed at Vlad's stupidity, and then picked up the scythe , intends to cut off Vlad's head.

"Damn...but...cough...bad! I... um!" Vlad vomited desperately, like a Nurgle beast stuffed in his throat, the Death Lord rolled on the ground in pain, seeing Otto's scythe was cut off, and Vlad could only hold down his Von Carstein Ring in desperation.

In the next second, Lord Death's head was cut off by Otto's sickle, leaving a headless corpse that was quickly wrapped by poison ivy and creep. Vlad's body immediately turned white and turned into a A pile of stone powder.

Vlad was defeated, and the undead army he commanded collapsed in an instant, leaving only the broken bones on the ground and the three Grote brothers.

Then there is only one goal left!

The head of Emperor Karl Franz!

In the quiet Hall of the Holy Hammer, Emperor Karl-Franz and Matak stood on each side. Matak first saw a group of bats flying through the window, and a very weak and exhausted voice shouted: "Don't give up the fight~ www.wuxiamtl.com ~ my emperor... don't, give up."

"Give up what?" Matak was still wondering when the door of the Hall of the Holy Hammer was knocked open.

The three brothers Groot rushed in. They saw the emperor and the chief wizard guarding the two lonely golden chains, as well as their mounts, and couldn't help laughing loudly: "I found you, my emperor! "

"In the name of Charlemagne, I warn you, Yankees." Karl Franz drew out his rune fang, and the dragon's tooth sword always reflected the golden brilliance in the Hall of the Holy Hammer: "This is our country, and you can't let you go wild. , now I warn you to withdraw from the Empire immediately, disarm your fallen magic, and go back to the north, so that I can still consider sparing your lives."

"Hahaha, did you see it, second brother, third brother, he said he would forgive us!"

"Laughing, is this the Emperor of the Empire? Love~ Love!"

"Me too."

"This is the last chance." Emperor Karl Franz pointed the tip of the dragon's tooth sword coldly at the three brothers Grote-authorizer: "Otherwise, don't blame my Runefang for being ruthless!"

"Come on then!" Otto shouted, and behind them, at least three hundred Nurgle God's Chosen Warriors and Chaos Warriors rushed into the Hall of the Holy Hammer.

"Praise Nurgle, for the love of the Father!!!"

"For the Empire! For Charlemagne!!!"

The triplets rushed to the battlefield, Otto slammed the emperor with a full punch in the face, the emperor's helmet cracked, Karl Franz's body swept a long trajectory in the Hall of the Hammer, until his back hit the on the steps below the two golden locks.

A large stream of blood flowed down the emperor's forehead quickly, until his entire face and the chest of his shirt were all dyed red, Karl Franz's body stiffened for a few seconds, and finally fell down.