Proof of the Sun King

Vlad was defeated, and the defeat of the Death Lord added to Brunswick's predicament.

The three undead kings outside the city felt Vlad's defeat. Among them, Gul and Luther-Hakon wanted to fight, but the Lich King Arkhan decided to retreat.

As we all know, Arkhan's loyalty to Vlad is limited. If Vlad is there, he will naturally obey Vlad's orders, but if Vlad is gone, Arkhan's goal is still to plan how to resurrect him. The master of Nagash, Vlad himself is well aware of this, but the absolute pride of being an old aristocrat of Nicohara and the absolute confidence of being the king of death make Vlad firmly believe that he will not overturn the car, naturally Not overturning, Arkhan's loyalty to Vlad is infinite loyalty.

But Vlad was defeated, and the Death Lord ate the ultimate move that was originally intended for Ryan, and died twice in a row. He did not resurrect so quickly this time. Seeing this, Arkhan ordered to retreat, and the army of undead obeyed. Gradually withdraw from the suburbs of Brunswick on Arkham's orders.

This put the Nuer Army under tremendous pressure.

In Lundsted Castle, the battle is still going on. The Nuer army in black and black armor is defending the street under the leadership of Frederick and Noel. The army of undead in the city disappears with Vlad's defeat. .

"Stand up! Hold up!" Frederick had also been fighting for more than ten hours at this time. The baron knew that the Nuer army was very tired. He rode his horse and ran in the streets, calling on the soldiers to hold on.

"My baron, do we have reinforcements? Anything!"

"Yes, there will be reinforcements!" Frederick shouted something he didn't believe.

"Then where will they come from?"

"I say yes!" Frederick didn't know how to answer these questions, so he could only shout in a rough manner: "Just listen to me!"

After rushing through a few streets, Frederick came to the front line. Behind the two steam tanks was the strong shield formation of the Nuer Halberd Legion, the mortars and a team of great swordsmen. Noel was commanding the army. The goddess avatar saw Frederick coming: "Frey? How is the situation?"

"We may be dying together, Noelle." Frederick got off the warhorse, he stretched out his hands, took his fiancee's hands, and smiled bitterly: "The undead army has disappeared, and only us are left."

"It's not just us." The roses on Noelle's cheeks were still so bright, and the goddess of war shook her head: "And everyone, the soldiers, and the people of Brunswick, Frey, you have to remember , I am with you, the soldiers of Nur are with you, the people of the empire are with you."

"Life is like a journey. What you care about is not the destination, but the scenery and the mood of seeing the scenery along the way." Noelle stretched out her arms and bravely faced Frederick, her fiancé, expressing herself In the morning light of dawn, the golden sun will illuminate the earth again, the fields will be lush and green, on the face of the road, there will be castles, there will be incomparably prosperous marketplaces, the gates of the city will be open, and Your family coat of arms hangs down along the gate of the city, and there are soldiers on both sides, who will sing your name and tell your story, and your traces will remain in the whole country, the whole nation, and every corner of the whole world."

"That sounds good." Frederick remembered his grandfather's story.

Is the Emperor dead?

Yes, for a long time, ten thousand years, the Emperor was dead.

But is the Emperor alive?

Yes, although the Emperor's body is dead, but his influence, his name, his traces, his beliefs, his will, circulate in every corner of the galaxy, so he is always alive.

Some people are alive, he is dead.

Some people are dead and he is still alive.

"Then, let's fight!" Frederick suddenly felt a powerful force rising from his body.

Facing the cruel reality, Frederick had no choice. He played all the cards in his hand, but he was still facing a desperate situation. Frederick knew that he had to make a choice. Ashes, to fight a desperate war.

Or, he can choose to order the Nuer army to retreat, give up his defense zone, and take advantage of the great losses of the Chaos Army, and there are also Brittanian Mujahideen outside the city. It is not difficult to escape, but doing so means he chooses Abandoning his own people, abandoning those civilians hiding behind the Nuer army, and abandoning their responsibilities, just to survive.

So, how to choose?

"Yes, the Chaos army will win, and we are destined to lose." Frederick smiled, and he clenched the rune fangs in his hands. The young baron was like a young lion cub, moving towards All the Nuer soldiers present said: "Soldiers, there is bad news, the enemy is five times as strong as us!"

Nuer Jun was silent for a while.

"But there is good news, I have ten bullets left!"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" The Nuer people burst into laughter, what a typical Nuer joke, we like it!

Frederick was walking in the queue of the great swordsmen, and the baron smiled: "Are you confident in your marksmanship?"

"Have!"

"That's it! Aim for me!"

"Yes!" The Nuer army boiled again, the soldiers shouted Frederick's name, and seemed to have heard the noise here, and a group of Pegasus knights in the sky flew over the city wall and flew towards this side.

"It's my father! My father is here to support us!" Frederick's eyes lit up, and the Great Griffin Impres, headed by him, carried the seriously injured Ryan, and behind him, the Brittany Marshal Francois , Duke Casson of Carcassonne, female speaker Veronica, and more than a dozen Holy Grail Knights came riding on Pegasus.

"It's Ryan!"

"Lane is here! Ryan is here to kill!"

When the Chaos Army saw the appearance of Ryan's deity, they retreated one after another. Thousands of Chaos Army could charge with the steam cannon of the Nur steam tank, but they would flee directly when they saw Ryan's arrival. Shake your head.

Chaos' fear of Ryan is engraved in the depths of his bone marrow. There is news on the city wall that Ryan fights the four Chaos Demons alone and kills the four Chaos Demon Army. This strength is against the sky.

"Dad!" Frederick ran in front of Ryan, the eldest son was so excited that he could not restrain himself, but he could only stand in front of Ryan, watching him radiate, obviously seriously injured body can scare thousands of Chaos Army The father who turned around and ran away, Frederick's inner unwillingness, admiration, jealousy, and admiration were mixed together, he thought for a few seconds, but got down on one knee: "Dad, you're finally here, mom is waiting for you. For a long time."

Lane looked a little complicated and walked down with the help of Duke Casson and Veronica. He looked at Frederick's face, blackened by gunpowder smoke and war, with a tattered burqa and cloak. It was an axe-marked shield, and Daddy's voice fluctuated slightly: "You are dark and thin."

"Really?" Frederick only felt a sore nose, but his son gritted his teeth, raised his head, and looked straight into Ryan's face: "My son feels better and stronger."

"Gods will assign great responsibilities to mortals, and they must first work **** their minds and muscles." Ryan's eyes flashed, he nodded slightly, and motioned for Frederick to get up: "You have played well in the last few battles."

"That's all thanks to the support of the soldiers and the three armies." Frederick did not accept Ryan's praise.

The father and son looked at each other. The father narrowed his eyes slightly, as if to re-evaluate his eldest son. The son was full of stubbornness, but he had to be overwhelmed by his father's momentum.

Veronica, who was standing beside Ryan, sighed softly. The female speaker fought against Surya Emilia, and Ryan's eldest son and younger son knew a little about the fight. Frederick was not in Ryan since he was a child. Growing up around him, of course, the Imperial Nuer would never allow Frey to receive chivalry education by Ryan's side, which made the father and son have some separation.

Was Frederick convinced of his father?

That is convinced but not convinced. He can't compare with Ryan's father in terms of prestige, strength, record, and skills, and it's not worse, that's a few levels, Frey has to be convinced, and he is also in many things. It was done by Ryan's Yu Wei. Without this father's support, he would not be so smooth.

There is not much to say about the problem of dissatisfaction, you understand.

The relationship between father and son is restrained, awkward, but also candid.

The son is always in the struggle with the father to become a man.

"Get ready, let's go to support the Imperial Palace." Ryan said to Frederick.

"Just us?" Frederick opened his mouth wide: "Father, does your injury matter?"

"Why is there so much nonsense?" Ryan looked into the distance of the palace, and the twin-tailed comet traversed the top of the imperial palace. The King of Knights was going to say something, but he suddenly felt the whole world shake, endless magic The wind has been released!

The maelstrom is liberated!

"quick!"

…………I am the dividing line between father and son…………

Karl Franz was leaning against the golden chain that used to hold the hammer Gail Malaz. The golden chain that used to hang the hammer was now empty. He was covered in blood and was dying. His right arm was snapped by Otto's scythe, and the steps were stained with blood.

The emperor suddenly realized that he had always overestimated his own strength.

His close friend Ryan Malcador once "evaluated" Emperor Karl Franz, saying that he was the political master of the empire since Ludwig, a genius in diplomacy, emperor on griffins, excellent military Home, qualified duelist.

Karl Franz is still very happy to receive such a high evaluation from Ryan, but he is also a little displeased. Ryan's evaluation means very simple, that is, the emperor's internal affairs are the best in the world, his diplomacy is also very strong, and he leads troops. There is no problem, but it is clearly pointed out that the emperor's army is better than the generals, and the generals are slightly better than the individual martial arts.

It was not until the emperor was beaten by Otto with the strength of the first level of the Sanctuary and lost his ability to resist, Karl Franz realized that he had always overestimated his strength, and he was invincible in the duel. A large part of the power of the unparalleled hammer blasting everything comes from the **** hammer Gal-Maraz, this artifact from dwarf heirloom to imperial heirloom can increase the user's strength tenfold, and also provides 100% armor piercing Demon breaking effect.

With Gal-Maraz in his hands, the emperor might still be able to fight the three brothers Grote. Without the hammer, the emperor's strength can only be said to be the same. He is a mortal after all, he realized that he There is no power that can fight against these mutants and those favored by the evil **** in front of him. The enemy is too powerful. He just stabbed Gurit's body with a sword of rune teeth, but it was useless. It was just a wound.

So who has the power to fight against the evil god?

What is it that we have always insisted on?

The silver seal shone brightly, maintaining the emperor's shaky life, and the dragon's tooth sword was firmly held in his remaining left arm, and he could only watch, watching Matak and the second of the three Grote brothers fight. , watching Death Claw and Gurit fighting together, watching Matak's two-headed griffin be dismembered by Otto, and his internal organs fell to the ground.

The Imperial Royal Chief Great Wizard Greg Matak and Ezerak had a spell duel. Compared with Gelt, Matak was far inferior in terms of strength and resistance to chaos. The spear lost consecutive defeats in front of Azerac's plague spell, and the wizard on the opposite side was far more powerful than him. The good boy authorized by Nurgle could unscrupulously pull out a steady stream of magical power from the Chaos Domain and throw it straight at him. As the power of fear grew, Matak found a pustule on his forearm, he noticed that his staff was twisting and deforming, its core was gradually corroding and in turn began to resist him, and was Gradually transformed into the monstrous filth that has spawned the madness of destroying the empire from Marienburg to Ostermark.

Matak was terrified, he quickly summoned a flock of crows, then turned and fled. The shouting imperial chief arch wizard attracted a group of Chaos warriors and beastmen to pursue him, but he escaped anyway.

The Emperor found himself not blaming Matak at all, he did his best, didn't he?

At the critical moment, Rick Marshal Heilberg and Griffin Duke Ivan came, and Rick's guards, Griffin knights, and the last less than 30 Battlefield Guards who were responsible for guarding the palace carried out the final resistance.

The emperor saw Duke Ivan, who was more than 120 years old, fighting with Azerac with all his strength, and the Griffin Truesilver Holy Sword lit up again and again.

The emperor saw that Heilberg was trapped and fighting. The old coach was obviously not Otto's opponent. He just fought with passion and pure anger to force Otto back for a while, but the old coach's physical strength had already been exhausted. It's only a matter of time before it fails.

Deathclaw and Gurit fought together and fell into the Imperial Garden.

The Emperor saw his own bodyguard, the Rick Guard, the proud Griffin Knights of the Empire, and the War Court Guards, who symbolized the last guarding force of the palace, fell one by one, those familiar and unfamiliar faces, those one by one. Karl Franz couldn't help crying because a name that was once alive passed away. He wanted to tell everyone that they were wrong, and there was no way to defeat Chaos. What if he could defeat the three Grote brothers here? One-half of the empire has fallen, the army of chaos is still rampant, the main force of the eternal gods has not even moved, and the empire is still sinking in corruption.

Throughout his life, Karl Franz trained his subjects to understand that they had to fight, that they had to never give in, and that only the sword would follow.

The emperor didn't know what else he could do to save his empire, not at all.

He struggled hard, tried to get up, and there were already Chaos champions who couldn't wait to come up to harvest the emperor's life. Duke Griffin Ivan stopped in front of the emperor, fought hard, and resisted the three plagues of Azerac. After the spell, Ivan finally became dull, Ezerac laughed and smashed the old duke's head with a staff, the long plague spear pierced Ivan's eye socket, and Ivan stabbed the real silver holy sword Entering Azerak's shoulders forcing him back, and then fell to the emperor's side, he glanced at the emperor with the remaining eye: "Your Majesty...don't give up...not yet, over...not yet, over ."

After speaking, the old duke, the godfather of Ryan, who had ruled the Griffin Knights for 60 years, gradually enlarged his pupils, and his clenched hands loosened.

"Ivan!" Karl Franz called out his name in pain, but got no response.

Similarly, the short duel between Heilberg and Otto also determined the winner. How could the old coach be Otto's opponent? The blade slashed fiercely, and the sinister curved edge pierced Heilberg's breastplate and ripped apart his flesh. With supernatural power, Otto raised his scythe and raised Heilberg's body high. Raised and thrown, the sickle slid and ripped through his chest.

Heilberg also drew a long arc and fell to the emperor's side like this. Marshal Rick saw the emperor again, and the madness in the old coach's eyes gradually dissipated. He reached out and held the emperor's left hand. , holding tight, tight, with the last glimmer of hope, Heilberg inhaled and exhaled: "Stand up, Emperor, stand up, continue... fight, persist... fight."

Marshal Rick, who had been infatuated with countless infamy and took all the responsibilities, looked at the emperor and waited for his answer.

"Then, let's fight." After a second, Karl Franz was no longer in despair. He slowly calmed down. Looking at Heilberg's urgent gaze, the emperor nodded slowly, but the tears could not stop flowing.

Heilberg finally showed a relieved expression, the light in Marshal Rick's eyes disappeared, his body was completely paralyzed, motionless and silent on the edge of the altar, the armor was soaked with blood.

All the glory, all the sin, and all the pain dissipated with Heilberg's passing. Heilberg's mouth finally showed a smile. The months of torture were over, and he was relieved.

Karl Franz struggled to his feet, holding Runefang in one arm, his right shoulder still bleeding from the wound.

Yes, the Chaos army will win ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and we are doomed.

But so what? Have we ever been afraid once? I will fight Chaos to the end! I will dedicate my everything to this battle of good and evil, I will tell Chaos, do you want to get this city?

Then ask me if I promise or not!

I am the country, I am the world!

empire? I am the empire!

Want to defeat my empire?

Then step over my corpse! ! !

"Don't these Nankees know what failure is?" Big Brother Otto looked at the Nankee emperor like Xiaoqiang with a disgusted expression on his face: "Servants of Nankees cowardly gods, listen to this fact: human beings Domination is over."

"At least……"

"Um?"

"At least, I still have the Dragon Tooth Sword in my hand!!!"

Under the golden light of the Hall of the Hammer, the one-armed emperor launched his final charge.

Otto immediately swung the plague war sickle, and along with the muscles and tendons, a long blood mark was splattered in front of the altar.

The emperor broke his arms.

Otto kicked, and Karl Franz fell again before the altar in the Hall of the Holy Hammer. He took a deep breath and looked at the three Grote brothers in front of him.

Otto broke the fingers of the Emperor's left arm, picked up the Rune Fang, waved it with a roar of victory, and then, like a conqueror, raised the Dragon's Tooth Sword and easily sent it into the Emperor's chest.

Everything in the Hall of the Holy Hammer was stagnant, and the sound of the sword's edge piercing the flesh sounded.

A lifetime of hard work, countless battles since he ascended the throne, and every possible effort, Karl Franz, Emperor of the Empire, Elector, Grand Prince of Rikland, Grand Duke of Brunswick, bearer of the Silver Seal and The bearer of the Runefang, the heir to all the sacred heritage of Charlemagne from the sea to the Margin Mountains, finally stopped breathing.

The emperor is dead.