Proof of the Sun King

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The ten-meter-long terrifying beast with its wings outstretched swept over the gray sky, and Raymond's position was covered by shadows. Then, the giant beast swooped into the human army and swept the fragile resistance of the mortals. Overturn directly.

Raymond, along with dozens of compatriots, was hit by the giant beast and swept into the sky. In the panic and shaking, Raymond fell to the ground, and he felt that his internal organs were displaced.

The halberd fell not far away, and the young halberd felt like a piece of rag falling on the ground. Fortunately, the damp green grass and muddy ground greatly cushioned the impact of the landing, otherwise Raymond Knowing that he might fall to his death on the spot.

Before he could wake up from the dizziness of the landing, something that made the young halberdier extremely terrified happened. The giant beast discovered his existence after landing, and its huge bat-like skull opened its mouth, and dripped inside. Out a lot of saliva.

The pungent smell filled Raymond's nostrils. He first squirmed on the ground in horror, slowly backing away, his legs were weak, he supported the ground with his hands, and moved back desperately among the mud and corpses: "Don't Don't come here, you don't come here ah ah ah!!!"

"Hoo~ho~" The Horror Beast lay on the muddy ground of the battlefield, it fell on its feet, opened its mouth, and charged towards Raymond step by step.

This giant beast seemed to be enjoying the fear of the soldiers, and it liked to feel the fear of mortals and the awe of it among all the fears, which made it slow down the pace of the attack.

Seeing the way a human soldier like Raymond was constantly wriggling in the mud, he felt very happy.

Um? What's so bright?

Horror Beast instinctively looked up.

"Soul flame!" A coquettish shout penetrated the entire battlefield.

A scene was reflected in Raymond's blue eyes. The white laser beam penetrated the body of the Horror Beast from the side. A whole piece of flesh and blood was evaporated under the energy of the purifying beam. The giant beast wailed and rolled over. On one side, the two halberdiers were crushed to death.

"Flame storm!" The second spell was released later, and a red flame storm swept the entire battlefield. The place where the undead army and the human army were fighting was covered with flames, giving the retreating human army a chance to breathe.

"Hu~hu~" Raymond gasped in shock. He felt that his heart was beating wildly, and the feeling of the rest of his life made him a little confused.

Resisting the pain in his body, Raymond managed to get up, he could feel his arm dislocated, his internal organs hurt so much that blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth, and he almost wanted to lie on the soft muddy ground Rest with eyes closed.

But he got up anyway, he found his halberd, and called the soldiers together again.

On the chaotic battlefield, the remaining more than a hundred halberdiers gathered together, all of them wounded.

"Forward! For the lady! For Britannia!"

In Raymond's sight, the counterattack belonging to Britannia began. The steel torrent composed of knights washed away the entire undead army. Francois, Duke of Winford, who was dressed in blue and white enchanted armor, charged at the forefront. , he sang a sacred slogan, led a thousand troops to detour from the side, and confronted those undead knights.

"For the lady! For Winford!" The unicorn sword in Francois's hand burst into a dazzling light, the knights' gorgeous armor flashed dazzlingly on the battlefield, and all the undead within five meters around him The knight was purified and burned to a mass of ashes on the spot. Then, the Duke's unicorn sword slashed two undead knights in a row, and the white-golden flame of the divine sword was held high again: "Ma'am grant me victory!!!"

The undead knights within five meters of his body were burned to ashes again.

The Legion of the Undead Knights could not stand against the mighty power of Francois.

There were bursts of cheers from the central army. It was obvious that the undead knights were not the opponents of the Brittanian knights. The statue of the golden prancing horse on the top of the cross helmet of François solemnly and proudly announced his glory. Under his leadership, the Gun Great Array tore apart the entire undead defense line, and the coalition knights of multiple principalities were like sharp knives, deeply piercing the entire undead army.

The iron hooves belonging to the most powerful knights in the old world are slaying the middle army of the Tomb Legion with the mighty power of the mountains and rivers. The undead creatures punished were soon trampled and harvested by the war horses.

On the right flank, the dwarven army led by Belgar-Hammer can be used to describe the attack of the Tomb Legion with ease. The dwarves have always been a determined race. They are stubborn and unwilling to retreat and give up. Under the leadership, the dwarves were like solid stones, blocking the offensive of the undead knights.

The two Tomb Guard Corps deployed on the right wing were once hoped by Kemmler to break the dwarves' defense line, because the necromancer determined that there were no muskets and artillery weapons in the dwarves' army, only a few teams of rangers.

Crossbow bolts can't break through the iron armor of the barren tomb guard!

But the dwarves taught the necromancer a lesson through their own means.

As the Graveyard Guards approached the dwarves' strong line, all the Ironbreakers and Dwarven Miners took out grenades and detonators from their bodies and lit the leads under the loud orders of Angrond's sworn guards.

"Zizzi~" The sound of the igniter igniting the gunpowder lead sounded almost at the same time in the dwarf army.

"That's the brave Grimnir! He killed a dragon alone~!"

"That's the loving Valaya! She cut a cloak by herself!"

The dwarves sang loudly, and then, the overwhelming grenades and detonators drowned the deserted tomb guards. The explosions and the thick smoke completely overwhelmed the offensive of the right wing of the undead.

The bravest was Belgar himself, who stood on an ancestral runestone he had taken back from the Eight Peaks, and recited aloud the former glory of the Angrond clan. Transformed into an incarnation of vengeance, a blood knight was killed instantly with the Hammer of Angrond.

"Wow, ah, ah!" The screams of the griffins echoed across the entire battlefield, and Ryan, the god-chosen champion of the fairies in the lake, rode the griffins and the Pegasus knights of the Swift Skyspear Club in the sky and in groups. The bloodthirsty ghosts are fighting. At present, it seems that the knights have the advantage. They are driving a group of bloodthirsty ghosts to run. The loss of each ghost makes the great undead wizard feel heartache.

The battlefield turned white-hot, and Kemmler and Matthew Bard watched the battle from a makeshift podium.

Matthewbard was still calm, Kemler was already a little restless.

On the left wing, the army of knights led by François and the steel torrent were crushing the coalition cavalry composed of Kemmler and Matthew Bard. The Duke of Winford was too brave, and the unicorn sword in his hand was even more powerful to the undead. It can cause double damage. Every five seconds, the dazzling light that erupts from the unicorn sword will purify all the nearby undead, followed by the cheers and shouts of the knights.

The central army, the undead army and the serf infantry regiments are in a **** battle. The serf infantry regiments formed by various principalities have gradually shown signs of being unable to support them. Huge casualties were also incurred.

The rangers used their bows and arrows endlessly. The arrows they shot turned into green meteors, precisely killing the barren tomb guards they were commanding. The barren tomb guards under the protection of solid armor could not resist the arrows. attacked, and they fell.

To make matters worse, the cairn wraiths, whom Kemmler used as their trump card, couldn't resist the ranger's enchanted arrows, as long as these spirits were wiped under the fire of those green hoods, they came from Aesop. Loren's emerald green energy will seriously interfere with the stability of the undead in the mortal world, causing huge amounts of damage.

"Ulla~Ulla~" The cavalry archers from Ugol are running around on the battlefield.

On the right flank, the dwarves and the undead army are fighting fiercely, and it is impossible to see who has the possibility of winning in the white-hot war for the time being.

"If you don't have any more cards, Kemler, I suggest that we can retreat." Matthew Bard calmly looked at the scene of the battlefield: "There's no point in fighting like this, we shouldn't be in your fortress. It took too much time before."

"What do you mean? You're going to run away?!" One of Kemler's spells instantly blew up a dozen of the charging knights and blew them to pieces. Then, the wind of death blew through the emperor, and hundreds of serf soldiers were here. Soul flies away.

It was useless. In such a huge battle, Kemmler's undead magic couldn't control the situation of the war. In fact, the knight brigade led by Francois was gradually approaching their headquarters.

"My scout told me that the cavalry army led by Lawen Leo Cornwall was approaching Mousillon." Mathewbad said to Kemmler: "I took every sword of Mousillon with me. Come to support you in this war, but the war situation is still not optimistic for us, I suggest that we abandon the Blackstone stronghold and retreat to Musilon."

"Abandon the Blackrock stronghold?" Kemmler's eyes widened, and he then said somewhat arbitrarily: "No, you can retreat, but you must not give up the Blackrock stronghold! My suggestion is that we can temporarily retreat and build a mountain on the gray mountain range. A new defense!"

"Why? The Blackstone stronghold is just your temporary shelter. Musilon has accumulated hundreds of years of vampires, and that is our true stronghold in this country!" Mathubad was puzzled by Kemmler's decision. After answering, he asked: "Do you think the mountains are not conducive to the performance of knights? But there are dwarves in their army!"

"So what? In short, I will never give up the Blackstone stronghold!" Kemmler almost stubbornly rejected Mathewbad's opinion: "Musilon can give up, but the Blackstone stronghold cannot be given up!"

"Unreasonable!" Mathewbard's face was ashen, and he shouted like a vent: "What secrets do you have? My master Kemmler? Hiding in the Blackstone stronghold and not wanting others to find it? Mousillon has dozens of The meter-high city wall, can your Blackstone stronghold withstand the onslaught of this army?"

Joke, how can I let you know that I have reached a contract with the Chaos Gods? Kemmler insisted that ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ he must never retreat to Mousillon and that his secrets must not be exposed.

This is also the reason why he is eager to return to the defense after hearing that the coalition forces of Lane and Francois are attacking the Blackstone stronghold.

The Lich King Arkhan is Nagash's most loyal servant.

Francois and his blue and white horse and gold cup, the Duke of Winford's family coat of arms, were getting closer and closer to the podium. Kemmler finally made up his mind. He motioned Matthew Bard to get out of the way and began to sing magic.

At this time, the entire battlefield has undergone some changes.

The storm condensed, the wind of chaos blew over the earth, the dark clouds covered the sun, all spirits began to wailing, and lightning exploded among the clouds.

Ryan, who was fighting in the sky with the ghost, suddenly stopped, and he felt the power of chaos.

"How is this possible?" Ryan muttered to himself, and then he immediately pulled the reins, signaling Imperius to go down.

The Grey Knight Primarch shook his head suddenly, the scenery in front of him and the wind of chaos blowing from the warp told him the answer, the power of chaos appeared in the army of the undead? !

According to the words many people love to talk about - this is not reasonable!

But Ryan immediately shook his head, throwing the so-called "unreasonable" idea out of his mind.

That is chaos! The most elusive and unpredictable chaos!

What rationality do you talk about with Chaos? !

"Quick! Imperius! Quick!"

A tall undead champion with a height of nearly three meters, wearing a blood-red Barosh cursed armor and holding a black sawtooth axe, led a group of dead Chaos God's Chosen warriors to appear. The air was filled with the smell of blood and mud. With the fire of the soul burning in the empty eyes, he came to Kemler: "Master, what are your orders?"

"Get rid of them! Get rid of all this!"

"As you wish, my lord."